Chapter Ten: The Legend of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining
Chapter 10 The Legend of the Ninth Level of Qi Refining
Feng Jinghong, who stopped practicing, sat on the futon for a while and felt better. Although he was mentally exhausted, he clearly felt that his body was full of strength. He even felt like he could knock down a tree with one punch.
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Looking at the red fire clouds in the sky, Feng Jinghong's eyes flashed with incomparable confidence. He clenched his fist tightly, turned around and walked into the wooden house. The setting sun stretched his thin figure very long.
After washing up, Feng Jinghong was just about to go to the front yard to see if there was anything to eat, when he clearly heard a burst of footsteps coming from ten feet away. Before he could be surprised that his ears had become sharp, he heard two
A naughty voice came.
"Little uncle!"
"Uncle Junior, it's time to eat."
Feng Jinghong opened the door, and standing at the door were Ling Yun and Feng Wuji, who were laughing and joking.
"Little Master, this is the dinner that Master asked me to deliver." Feng Wuji put a food box on the table, glanced at the exhausted Feng Jinghong, and asked strangely, "Little Master, what are you doing this afternoon?"
Have you meditated and practiced?”
"Well, how do you know?" Feng Jinghong replied as he kept eating rice in his mouth. It's not to blame that he didn't pay attention to his appearance in front of the younger generation. He had no choice but to drink some spring water from yesterday to now.
"You can tell by the tired look on your face. Why are you meditating in the afternoon?"
"What happened to meditating in the afternoon?"
"Master has said that the afternoon is the time of day when the sun's fire power is strongest. It is very dangerous for people who have just started to practice qi at this time. Not to mention whether people can enter samadhi, the energy of heaven and earth mixed with the sun's gold and fire
It is easy for people's Dantian to spontaneously ignite, but you actually practice in the afternoon..."
"No, I feel pretty good. I'm just a little mentally tired."
"Not to mention you, everyone will be mentally exhausted. Meditation practice uses thoughts to guide the true energy. Most people can meditate for three to five hours, which is considered to have abnormal mental strength. You actually practiced all afternoon and didn't faint. Seriously
I admire my nephew, he is worthy of being my uncle!"
Feng Wuji gently patted him on the butt.
Feng Jinghong finally understood. The two boys must have come here not only to deliver food. After a little calculation, she knew the reason for their visit. They probably wanted to come to her to get a meeting gift.
"Hey, you guys, don't grind your teeth like me. Your uncle is an alcoholic. He drinks wine all day long with a wine gourd in his hand. He has nothing to give me except the method of cultivating my mind, so..."
"Ahem..." The two of them didn't seem to expect that Feng Jinghong could guess his and their intentions, so they coughed twice in embarrassment.
"Hey, uncle, is this a storage ring? What kind of treasure is there?"
After all, Ling Yun is the biological son of Zhenren Jinglan, so he has naturally seen the storage ring. When he saw Feng Jinghong wearing such a ring on his hand, he took it for granted that there must be something good in it.
"Well, there is a treasure in here, and it is the personal treasure that your great uncle asked for from the head brother." Feng Jinghong looked at Ling Yun who was almost drooling, and planned to tease him.
"Really? It's still a personal treasure? Then take it out and show it to us."
Feng Wuji became anxious when he heard this.
"This is no problem. Not only can you watch it, but you can each choose one, but I have a condition."
"No problem, I agreed to all the conditions." When these two people heard that they were allowed to choose one item each, they felt so beautiful that even Ling Yun, who had always been quirky, nodded fiercely and stared at Feng closely.
The ring on Jinghong's hand.
"Okay, for the next year, you two will provide for my three meals a day here at Daofeng, and deliver them to me on time every day. How about that?"
Seeing the two of them swallowing their saliva, Feng Jinghong took the opportunity to make a condition.
"This is a small matter. Even if you don't give us a gift, uncle, as a disciple, I should still give you food!" Feng Wuji patted his chest and said with an upright face.
"Okay, here, I'll give you the ring. You can pick it out yourself."
Feng Jinghong took off the ring on her hand and handed it to the two of them.
The two of them grabbed the ring, injected their energy into it, and then ninety-nine sets of clothes appeared on the ground.
Feng Wuji was dumbfounded, Ling Yun was dumbfounded, and only Feng Jinghong ate her meal calmly.
"Uncle Master, is this your 'personal treasure'?"
Feng Wuji gritted his teeth and added an accent to the words "personal treasure".
"Of course it is. Don't clothes fit your body? I just came out of the mountains and I have never seen such gorgeous clothes. Of course they are treasures."
Feng Jinghong tried her best to hold back her laughter and looked at the wonderful expressions on their faces.
"I……"
"What? You don't like it?"
"No, how can I do that? The clothes given by the head master uncle are also a face-saving gift when worn out. Thank you so much, master Jinghong, for the gift."
Ling Yun and Feng Wuji pretended to look around for a long time, each picked a piece of clothing, said goodbye and left.
"Hey, by the way, remember to have three meals a day and bring them to me..."
Feng Jinghong turned his head to remind the two people who had just stepped out of the room, but when they heard his voice, they staggered and almost fell to the ground. He finally couldn't help but laugh.
After the two of them walked away, Feng Jinghong packed up the futon and went to the back of the house and began to practice "Qingxin Jue".
There is no specific exercise route for "Qingxin Jue". Feng Jinghong could only recite the inner method silently. Sure enough, after reciting it, he felt as if there was a piece of jade on his forehead, and his tired brain instantly felt a touch of warmth. He spent much time meditating in the afternoon.
My spirit seems to be recovering bit by bit.
Because he didn't know the route of performing the exercises, Feng Jinghong could only keep reciting "Qing Xin Jue" silently. After several times, as he became more and more proficient in the mental method, the speed of his silent recitation became faster and faster, and his energy also became stronger and stronger.
The clarity became clearer, and the drowsiness in his mind completely dissipated. Feng Jinghong was overjoyed and kept reciting "Qingxin Jue". The cool feeling originated from the center of his eyebrows and kept washing his mind.
One night passed, and when the first ray of sunlight appeared in the sky, Feng Jinghong woke up from practice with great energy. He felt that he could remain clear-headed even if he didn't sleep for seven days and seven nights, and could even clearly feel the energy in a radius of ten meters.
Any slightest sound within ten feet.
After eating the breakfast brought by Ling and Feng, Feng Jinghong followed them to the practice ground.
"Junior Brother Jinghong, one night has passed. I wonder if you have thought about what skills you need to practice to defend yourself against enemies in the Mortal Transformation Stage? Huh? Why did you enter the Qi Refining Stage so quickly?"
Master Jinglan smiled at first, but when he saw Feng Jinghong's eyes shining brightly, he felt extremely shocked inside.
"Qi refining period?"
Feng Jinghong looked at him strangely.
"What? You don't know? I'm afraid you have reached the third level of Qi Refining now, right?"
"I don't know about this either."
"Junior brother, Tian Bin is really amazing. With such speed, he must be able to reach the ninth level of Qi refining within two years. It won't be a problem."
"The ninth level of Qi refining?"
"Yes, there are nine levels in the Qi Refining Stage. It is also the only realm among the realms of cultivating immortals that has nine levels. The other realms only have three levels."
"Then as long as I reach the ninth floor, I can build the foundation?"
"Actually, you can do it now. The Qi refining stage is the first level of cultivating immortality, and it is also a special realm. You can try to build a foundation at the first level of Qi refining. Of course, the chance is only 10%, and then each level increases the chance by 10%, up to
Ninety percent. But I see that junior brother is progressing so quickly, I think he will definitely be able to build a Taoist foundation at the ninth level of Qi Refining."
"Is there a big difference between this level of foundation building and the nine-level foundation building?"
"It's not the same! Not to mention whether the Dao foundation will be strong and stable after the foundation building is completed, the chance of success alone is too far apart. Moreover, there is only one chance to build the foundation below the fifth level of Qi refining. Once it fails, the path to immortality will be over.
Stop! There are two chances on the fifth to eighth floors, and three chances on the ninth floor!"
"90% chance of three times on the ninth floor? Well, then I will work hard to reach the ninth floor and then build the foundation."
Feng Jinghong clenched her fists and said with firm eyes.
"Uncle Master, the ninth level, the ninth level of Qi refining, is just a legend during the Qi refining stage. Don't take it too seriously. You can try it after the fifth level. With the auxiliary elixir from the master's sect, there is no need to
questionable."
Feng Wuji gently patted Feng Jinghong on the shoulder and said.
"What? Is it difficult?"
"It's difficult? That's almost impossible. It's said that a thousand years ago, there was a monk who only embarked on the path of cultivating immortals at the age of twenty. He was only forty when he reached the Nascent Soul Stage, and he succeeded in building the foundation at the eighth level of Qi Refining
, I heard that when you succeed, you will skip the early stage and directly enter the late stage of foundation building. If you, uncle, master, can build the foundation on the ninth level of Qi refining, you will definitely be able to reach the state of foundation building perfection in one step."
"Foundation-building Dzogchen? It's still too far away from me. Now I'm trying to go further in the Qi-refining stage!" Feng Jinghong didn't have the slightest yearning in his eyes. He knew very well that it was impossible to go far on the road of cultivating immortality because he aimed too high.
Apart from his appearance, he is no longer the ignorant child he was ten years ago.
Jinglan looked at Feng Jinghong's clear eyes, nodded secretly, and asked with a smile: "Junior brother, have you thought about it? What methods should you learn to defend yourself against enemies?"
"Can I learn to sword?"
"Of course, in fact, almost all monks in the Transformation Realm use swords to defend against enemies. Only when they enter the Golden Core Stage of the Yuanshi Realm can they have the opportunity to refine magic weapons."
"Then I..."
"Don't worry, you and I are brothers of the same generation. You can practice all the sword techniques in the sect, but you have to pay attention to the elements of sword practice at the beginning. I will explain it to you today and take you to find sword techniques tomorrow. Junior Brother
what do you think?"
"It's all up to senior brother to make the decision."
"Okay, let me tell you now. The sword is the king of weapons. Generally speaking, swords are divided into hegemonic swords, king swords, cunning swords, etc. During the Qi refining period, you mainly learn the basic skills of swords..."
Master Jinglan explained everything in detail from the oldest to the youngest, and talked about the various essentials of using the sword impatiently. As long as Feng Jinghong didn't understand something, he would explain it several times, and there were some things that were difficult to understand.
He would also demonstrate in person. This made Feng Jinghong feel that there was nothing wrong with having that white-haired drunkard as his teacher. At least he could understand things that others took many days to learn in one day and be so thorough.
Jinglan finished what he had to say and asked Lingyun to bring him a sword and let him start practicing. However, Feng Jinghong did not start practicing impatiently. Instead, he sat quietly under the waterfall and thought in his mind.
He kept recalling and simulating the basics of kendo until he felt that he had completely digested what Jinglan had said. Then he picked up his sword and repeated the most basic movements over and over on the stone platform in front of the waterfall, stabbing, picking, splitting, spinning...
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It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Jinglan came to see him and went to the Jianjing Cave to choose a sword.