Zhangjiazhuang is located in the thousands of miles of mountains at the junction of Yunnan and Guizhou. The village is surrounded by mountains, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the folk customs are very simple. People live an isolated life and are self-sufficient. Although it is a bit miserable, they live a comfortable and peaceful life!
Mr. Han is the only old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the village. He is 62 years old. He is knowledgeable, humble and kind. In addition to practicing medicine, he also teaches reading and literacy to the children in the village. He is highly respected by the villagers. His daughter and son-in-law died of illness early, leaving only a young grandson.
Zhang Yun raised him.
Zhang Yun has had a weird personality since he was a child. Even at the age of four, he neither cries nor laughs, nor makes a sound. His eyes are extremely deep and cold, which is a bit scary! He often watches others do things without any emotion. He eats when he is given food and wears clothes when he is given.
Put it on and fall asleep...
And he often does some weird things, which makes the villagers talk about him from time to time.
Not two days ago, a neighbor got up in the middle of the night to urinate. When he looked up, he found him sitting on the roof, looking up at the sky. He didn’t know what he was looking at. This frightened Mr. Han so much that he helped the villagers see doctors during the day, and at night
I didn't dare to sleep either, for fear that something might happen to him.
How could Mr. Han, who was over fifty years old, endure such hardships? He was bedridden within a few days. He prescribed several prescriptions but saw no improvement, and his condition worsened day by day.
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In a cluster of bushes near the cold pool, Zhang Yun's young figure was hiding inside, motionless.
It can be seen that his body is already covered with scars, his clothes are torn and mixed with blood, and his original appearance is no longer visible on his clay face.
The sharp thorns of the shrubs piercing his body and the thorns beneath him did not hide the perseverance on his face. His cold eyes stared unblinkingly into the cold pool.
Those eyes were cold and so deep that people were afraid of them. The coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow was even worse than the cold pool with the rolling cold fog opposite!
The cold pool is located in a strange small valley. The water surface is only more than 20 meters square. It is surrounded by white cold mist. I can only hear the gurgling sound of the pool water, but cannot see clearly what is happening on the water.
But the strange thing is that a small flower in the middle of the pond is not blocked by the fog and is clearly revealed.
The little peanut has three ruby white leaves, with a fiery red fruit in the middle. The fruit is the size of a walnut and is so bright. The hazy halo dispels the surrounding cold fog, and a faint sweet fragrance spreads, making people feel
People get drunk when they hear it.
At the edge of the cold pool, after a snow-white wolf king let out a brief howl, the wolves launched a charge, leaping up one after another towards the center of the cold pool.
Suddenly, a dull gurgling sound rang out from the pond, and a thick cloud of cold mist spewed out from the pond, sweeping towards the giant wolf in the air. The giant wolf's body was instantly stiffened by the cold mist, and fell with a plop.
Entering the cold pool, after struggling for a few times there was no movement.
After a while, only the Wolf King was left on the shore. There was a humanized look of fear in the Wolf King's eyes. He didn't know how to advance or retreat. Suddenly, there was another warning coo, and the Wolf King took another look at the approaching person in the cold pool.
The ripe fruit, with eyes full of reluctance, stood still for a moment before turning around and leaving.
Zhang Yun, who was hiding in the bushes and was a little stiff from the cold, was soaked with cold sweat, but his expression did not change at all.
He just lay there motionless, watching waves of animals attracted by the scent, and then buried in the cold pool...
Half a day passed quickly, and the gray sky gradually became darker.
The monsters in the cold pool finally eliminated the last wave of intruders, and swam towards the fruit in the center of the pool with a cooing sound. It seemed that they were ready to enjoy this delicious fruit.
Slowly, the monster's figure was revealed under the red halo of the fruit. A snow-white, toad-like monster was seen crawling out of the water. A layer of frost condensed on its skin as soon as it touched the air. It stared at the fire greedily.
The red fruit curled up with its long tongue and was delivered to the mouth.
Zhang Yun couldn't help but close his eyes and thought to himself: "This fruit looks extraordinary. If I get it, it may be able to cure my grandfather's disease. But now I see that my hope is about to fail again."
Suddenly, a sharp and long cry resounded through the sky. Zhang Yun was startled and quickly opened his eyes. He saw a golden giant eagle swooping down, its sharp claws directly piercing the toad monster's snow coat, deeply
It sank into the flesh, grabbed the monster, and whizzed over his head.
The fruit that the monster was about to eat fell down under the severe pain. What a coincidence, it just landed in front of where Zhang Yun was hiding.
He didn't know where he got the strength, but his frozen body suddenly stood up flexibly, grabbed the fruit that fell in front of him with his right hand, and ran towards the way he came from without looking back.
Just after running a hundred meters away, a huge object suddenly fell in front of him, almost hitting his head. He looked carefully in horror.
It turned out that the giant eagle found that the fruit had fallen into Zhang Yun's hands, circled and flew in front of him, and threw the cold pool monster down like a cannonball. The monster that was so powerful just now had turned into a monster.
Spread the meat paste, and a fist-sized transparent bead rolls down to your feet.
I only heard a sharp long roar from behind, and a hurricane blew over.
Zhang Yun used his left hand to pick up the beads, rolled them on the spot, and reached three meters away.
I could only hear the giant eagle's sharp claws scratching across the rocky ground, making a series of "crack" sounds, and then it took off again.
Zhang Yun struggled to get up, raised his legs and ran.
Just after running five or six meters away, a cold current suddenly surged from his left hand towards his body. In panic, he wanted to throw it away, but the beads instantly integrated into his body.
I only felt a cold air flowing through my body, and the temperature dropped instantly, and my brain immediately lost consciousness.
Zhang Yun, who was running, suddenly stopped on the spot, still maintaining his running posture, and his body was instantly covered by a thick layer of ice...
At this time, the giant eagle in the air had adjusted its body shape and swooped down on his head again. A pair of sharp claws like fine steel pointed at his little head and grabbed it without hesitation.
When the claws touched the ice surrounding Zhang Yun's head, they did not break through the ice or make any sound. The ice suddenly spread up along the giant eagle's claws.
The wailing sound of the giant eagle was suddenly interrupted, and it fell to the ground with a splat, shattering into pieces.
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The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding scenery became blurry. Only a human-shaped ice sculpture stood on the ground not far from the cold pool.
Night finally enveloped the earth, and suddenly a hazy red halo emitted from the right hand of the ice sculpture, and the light quickly enveloped the ice sculpture.
Slowly, for several hours, no trace of melted ice was seen, and water droplets began to appear...
Zhang Yun slowly opened his eyes, seeing darkness in front of him. The moment his brain regained clarity, he quickly opened his right hand and looked at it carefully.
I saw only a drop of red juice left in the fiery red fruit the size of a walnut, and I couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy in my eyes in surprise!
Zhenzhi quickly held it heavily in the palm of her hand, dragging her scarred young body with difficulty towards the direction of the village.
At this moment, in addition to being strong, there was a kind of tenderness in Xiao Zhang Yun's eyes. Maybe this was emotion!
When it was just dawn, Zhang Yun finally returned home. After putting the drop of red berry into his grandfather's mouth, he showed a smile of relief, fell to the ground with an ordinary sound, and fell unconscious...
In the sixth year of the original calendar year, Zhang Yun was also six years old. He was one meter and two meters tall, half a head taller than other children of the same age in the village, but his figure was very slender, with a small round face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a straight nose.
Very cute, those thick lips are so cute!
Two years ago, Mr. Han, who was seriously ill in bed, suddenly recovered, while little Zhang Yun fainted beside the bed with scars all over his body. Anyone could think that this young child saved his grandfather.
Zhang Yun quickly recovered under his grandfather's careful care. The strange thing is that he can communicate with others fluently, and the eyes he looks at his grandfather are full of warmth. Although he doesn't like to talk, his eyes are still so deep, but he also
Slowly being accepted by people.
From then on, he began to read and read with Mr. Han. Not only was he smart and good at asking questions, but he also had a photographic memory. From the time he started to read, he could read the entire book in less than half a year.
Mr. Han's collection is quite rich. In addition to medical books, there are also the Four Books and Five Classics, biographies of famous people, etc. Sometimes when Mr. Han gets busy, he will leave him alone in the study room and let him read by himself.
Gradually, he became familiar with Mr. Han's collection of books, so he could only ask Mr. Han to help him go to the village to collect some and read them back.
Although the village is not big, the ancestors who originally settled here were mostly people who read poetry and books, and each family has some collections of books.
Mr. Han was highly respected and popular in the village, so he helped him borrow a large number of books for him to read.
Zhang Yun was immediately immersed in the ocean of books, and he couldn't help but miss Shu!
He likes all kinds of strange books the most, such as: "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", "The Legend of Netherworld", "Qi Men Dun Jia", "Six Yao Bagua", "Warring States Policy", "Ghosts and Gods", "The Romance of Shang and Zhou Dynasty", "Eight Immortals of Kunlun"
"Journey to the East" and so on...
He is like a dry river, absorbing the nutrients of knowledge everywhere and enriching his desire for knowledge!
In the past two years or so, in addition to learning medical skills from Mr. Han, he occasionally went to the mountains to collect herbs. In his spare time, he also learned some boxing and kicking skills from his fourth uncle.
Over the past year or so, Zhang Yun has almost collected all the slips and brocade books that have been preserved in the villagers' homes to this day.
On this day, he was reading a pile of bamboo slips that his fourth uncle had just given him, when he accidentally found a roll of khaki cloth brocade inside a worn bamboo slip.
Curious, I hurriedly stretched out my hand to smooth it out and looked at it carefully. I found that it was a brocade book with only a few dozen pages.
One side of the brocade book is sewn with hemp thread. The texture is soft and as thin as cicada wings. The brocade should have been white, but it has turned yellow with the passage of time.
Driven by curiosity, I couldn't help but quickly opened the first page of the brocade book, and found that the book was not written with traditional black ink.
The small scarlet seal script is extremely bright and has not faded with the passage of time. It seems to be an ordinary liquid used for writing. This shows how much attention and good intentions the person who wrote the book paid at that time!
The title of the first chapter of the brocade book is "Secrets of the World of Immortal Cultivators" - Manuscript. When he saw these words, Zhang Yun couldn't help but get excited, and his face turned red with excitement.
Which young man with dreams has not imagined a life like a god who can soar through the clouds and ride in the mist, capable of omnipotence?
He had read many books describing immortals before, but they were all described in the form of biographies and legends. But are there really immortals in the world?
Are outstanding historical figures such as Huangdi, Ge Hong, and Laozi really enlightened immortals?
It is said that people who are willing to believe in these legends may be doing it to express their yearning for a better life!
Zhang Yun, however, looked down with anticipation. At the beginning was a preface written by the scribe. Translated in modern vernacular, it roughly means:
I was originally a scholar in the Qin Dynasty. After Qin Shihuang destroyed the six kingdoms, he ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor. He burned books and harassed scholars. As a result, I was unable to return home and hid in a deep mountain forest for a long time.
Once I accidentally walked to a dilapidated Taoist temple to take shelter from the rain. The Taoist temple suddenly collapsed. I found a jar from a compartment in the wall. Inside the jar was a bamboo slip. The bamboo slip was so tattered that the handwriting could barely be read clearly. It was "
Secrets of the Immortal Realm".
When I saw the content inside, I immediately regarded it as a treasure. There was a mantra at the end of the bamboo slips for breathing and practicing Qi. I followed the mantra and meditated every day. After half a year, I felt light and healthy, and my ears and eyesight were sharp.
!
After the news passed, I returned home and immediately spent a huge sum of money to buy a piece of fine brocade. I also bought an ink made of animal blood at a high price and wrote it down for posterity!
Zhang Yun took a deep breath and looked down again:
During the pre-Qin period, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, the trend of cultivating immortals was very strong, and the mortal world also continued to provide some excellent spiritual roots, suitable for people who practiced the immortal way.
It is common in the world to soar into the clouds and mist, spray water and fire, have clairvoyance, and hear the wind. These magics are just minor magics in the world of immortality!
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Then he continued to look down: Getting back to the topic, in the prosperous pre-Qin world of cultivating immortals, there were endless talents. From the time when Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi attained the Tao and ascended to the upper realm, there are still no one knows how many great monks have achieved the Tao and ascended to the upper realm!
The pre-Qin world of cultivating immortals is mainly divided into three types according to the different methods they practice: Pre-Qin Qi Refiners, Pre-Qin Body Refiners and Pre-Qin Soul Refiners.
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Zhang Yun glanced at it for a few times, then turned the page, and then looked down:
The cultivation levels in the human world from low to high are: Ju Yuan, Condensation, Pill Transformation, Pill Transformation, and Yuan Ling. Each realm is divided into early, middle, late, and peak stages.
Juyuan: As the name suggests, monks use the cultivation of immortality and Qi training to gather the five elements of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the body, and convert it into the five elements of spiritual energy that they need according to the different innate spiritual roots, also called true power or true energy, or directly absorb it with themselves.
The five elements of spiritual power with the same spiritual root attributes can be purified and used for one's own use.
Condensation: When the monk reaches the peak of Yuan Jue, the five elements of Yuanling power gathered in the Dantian reaches the critical point and can no longer be absorbed. It can only be forced to compress and liquefy from the gaseous state by chance or through the stimulation of elixirs.
, turns into a highly concentrated liquid form, and then continues to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, compress and liquefy it for storage...
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Zhang Yun couldn't help but feel ecstatic when he saw this, and said to himself: "It seems reasonable and well-founded, as if there was really a practice of cultivating immortals in ancient times?" Thinking of this, he summarized some of the basic knowledge and secrets of the world of cultivating immortals described below.
, all passed by one by one, turned directly to the last page, and placed his eyes on the nameless formula written above.
After a while, he couldn't help showing an expression of disbelief on his face, and said to himself: "It's just some breathing methods, such a few simple sentences, is this the essence of cultivation in the world of immortality? Is it really possible to rely on it?
Has he developed Yuanling power?"
With a questioning attitude, Zhang Yun tried to practice the breathing method according to the formula.
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