Xiang Que and Zhu Chungang stayed in this tribe for the time being. This is a rare opportunity for the master and apprentice to survive in a desperate situation. If it weren't for the father and son who happened to meet them, maybe they were now.
All turned into snow sculptures.
The middle-aged man who saved people was called Changhe and his son was Changqing. He happened to go out for hunting that day, and then he met them on the way back.
People who live in remote tribes like this are very simple. They are not guarded or wary of outsiders. They also have a kind heart under their honest appearance. If a cultivator encounters them, his first reaction may be to search for them.
There is something on the lower body of Xiangque, and then you may throw it down and ignore it.
However, Xiang Que and Zhu Chungang are now in nothing, and all the storage bags have been destroyed in the valley. As for what else is in the Taoist Realm, Xiang Que is not clear, because he cannot open the Taoist Realm now
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And I haven't felt what the state of the soul is yet to be.
However, under his strong body tempering, his ability to recover was amazing. In less than a week, Xiangque's appearance had recovered as before. Although he could not use his magical powers and the great way, he looked at him.
It's gone without a problem.
The old Taoist also woke up, but he was still very weak. If he wanted to resurrect himself in full blood, he would have to wait for a while.
"I survived the disaster, but Hou Fu doesn't know what it is..." Zhu Chungang lay on the bed and said lightly: "It shouldn't be a useless person, but I just need a chance to recover."
As soon as Zhu Chun woke up, the master and the disciple had thought about what state they were in now. The old Taoist probably might have been the General's thunder strike that cut off the relationship between them and the Heavenly Dao, so that they could not start their practice.
It's right.
But how to recover seems to have become a difficult problem, because the two of them studied for a long time but still found no precedent for their situation.
Last time, the Enlightenment Dao Realm collapsed and sank into the seabed and then broke out of its cocoon. In fact, the situation was much better than this time, so it stood up again within a hundred years.
But this time, it has been a month since the battle of Buzhou Mountain, and they are still in an ordinary state, so there is no way to start.
The days of living in this tribe are very peaceful, and it is almost isolated from the world. Occasionally, people from three other tribes nearby come to exchange items. In addition, they are boring and dazed all day long.
Since Zhu Chungang needs a long time to cultivate, Xiang Que plans to continue staying there. Then when he is free, he will care that Changhe wants a piece of skin and burn the branches into charcoal, so he stays in the process of every day.
The skin is writing and drawing.
Changqing was very curious and would always lie beside Xiangque and ask what he was doing. He would tell the child: "I'm writing, you probably don't know you, right? If you are interested, follow me.
Learn well.”
"What is writing?" Changqing asked confusedly.
“It’s a way of communication…”
Xiang Que touched the child's head and smiled, then said, "I will teach you how to recognize the words on this skin, and then do what I said?"
"Okay, OK!" ωωw..net
"You sit on the ground first, with your left foot forward, your right leg stretched to the back, your left hand supports the ground, your right hand reaches the back, and your head tilted towards me, yes, that's it... Then, take a deep breath, suck it
It takes longer to absorb as long as you can, don't stop..."
"Oh!" According to what Xiang Que said, Changqing's little face suddenly became purple, and then suddenly felt his body suddenly turn upside down, as if every bone was knocked by a hammer.
This feeling may be exaggerated to describe as life is worse than death, but it is absolutely unbearable.
Xiang Que said softly: "Don't stop, as I said, stick to an incense stick of time, and then you will be able to recognize these things. For you, this is a good thing..."
What Xiang Que taught Changqing was not a complete way of practice, but a great supernatural power of tempering the eighteen levels of body tempering.
Changhe and Changqing and his son saved him, and the people of this tribe let them cultivate themselves. They still have to recover for a while. They have to take something out of their feelings, reason and lack, and they can't owe others.
He did not want to teach the people of this tribe to cultivate immortality. They have their own lifestyles for generations. If they turn to cultivate immortality from now on and then break this ordinary life, it may not be a good thing.
The world of practitioners emphasizes the precepts of the weak and cruelty. Sometimes they may not even know how they die.
But as an ordinary person, most of them can have a beginning and an end, and complete the normal stages of birth, old age, sickness and death in a person's life.
Therefore, Xiang Que didn't want to teach them how to practice, but it was still possible to temper their bodies. With this great magical power, Changqing and others will be able to live longer in this harsh environment of the snowfield, even if someone from outside comes one day.
If they commit, they can also have the ability to protect themselves.
Changqing was very obedient. Although he felt very painful, he was very interested, so he had plenty of time to practice tempering his body during the day.
In the first few days, Changqing was not used to it, and was grinning in pain all day long. After a week, he completely adapted, and then his body became much stronger than before, and his bones became more and more powerful.
It's much tougher.
This child, who is only a few years old, may not have expected that with Xiang Que's teachings, he will undergo earth-shaking changes in the future.
On that day, at dusk, noisy voices suddenly appeared in the tribe.
Xiang Que pushed open the door of the wooden house, surrounded by several people of the same tribe with a serious look, and pulled Changqing quickly towards them.
As soon as he entered the room, Changhe took a deep breath and asked Xiang Que cautiously: "You know, we went to hunt on the snowfield today."
"Well, what's wrong?"
Changhe glanced at his son, thought for a while, and then said, "In the snow field, the creature we fear the most is called the snow bear, which is the skin covered on the body that is placed on the bed. Under normal circumstances, we have to
It takes five or six people to get a trap to catch a snow bear, but…”
"But today, we went out to hunt in the snow field, and suddenly a snow bear jumped out from under the snow layer. At that time, we were all caught off guard. With the speed of the snow bear, we still had the strength. Without preparation, even ten people could not kill it.
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At this time, Changqing waved his fists excitedly and said, "The snow bear rushed over at that time, and was about to slap my father and I to death, so I didn't know what was going on, so I waved my fists and hit me.
I just thought not to let it shoot me, but I didn't expect that this punch would actually break the snow bear's claws..."