Time has been going on for a few years, and spring, summer, autumn and winter are constantly changing. The flowers are blooming, the flowers are fading, and the mountains and rivers are still there.
Zhang Wu can live forever without being affected by time, but after living for a long time, he will always have a little more vicissitudes of life.
"It is difficult to understand the way of heaven, and it is difficult to achieve the immortal."
On this day, he opened his eyes with some disappointment, and the three smokes that were not dissipated on his head slowly drifted in the wind.
After reaching his level of cultivation, it is difficult to further further. Zhang Wu was unsure of what to do in the future and how to become a land god.
There is no accurate answer or standard. If a blind man touches an elephant or works behind closed doors, it will be useless for no matter how long you stay in seclusion, it will be useless. It is just a waste of time.
In his opinion, the realm of the land gods and immortals must condense the three flowers on the top into real flowers.
Becoming an immortal.
Three flowers gather together on the top and five energys face the Yuan Dynasty. Anyone who has read the novel knows it.
Three smoke clouds coiled over the head are just a kind of atmosphere formed by the unity of energy and spirit, rushing out from the Dingmen point. The wind blows away when it is strong, and is used to fool the ghosts.
How to solidify these three flowers and cultivate them into immortality is the path to the future.
Zhang Wu instinctively felt that the reason why he could not achieve the Three Flowers was because his foundation was not solid enough.
After all, you have not been practicing for too long, and it will take less than fifty years. No matter how powerful your talent is, you must have a process of accumulation.
It is not a good thing to practice too fast, but it is more practical to do it step by step.
In recent years, he has stopped being too ambitious and has begun to practice the magical skills he has obtained with his heart.
If you have reached the level of cultivation, try to suppress the state, repeatedly understand the various details of practicing qigong, review the old and learn the new, and if you don’t work once, you will have ten thousand times. Anyway, you have time.
If others have achieved great success in magical skills, if you don’t practice to the point where you are unprecedented and have no future generations, you will be sorry for your endless life span.
Every realm and every bit of internal force must be consolidated to the extent of "building the foundation for ten thousand years" to lay a solid foundation for the road to becoming an immortal.
However, having a goal and practicing hard is a good thing, but you can't lose yourself.
In the past few years of retreat, the wind and sun were exposed, no one talked, and he became a savage again, and his clothes faded and became ragged.
What Zhang Wu couldn't stand the most was that his wisdom was declining.
If you don’t communicate with others, have no human nature, do not fight openly or secretly, and do not collide with your mind, your brain will gradually deteriorate and your intelligence will decline.
Zhang Wu can tolerate himself being sloppy, but he will never allow himself to become an idiot.
You have to use your brain frequently to create and influence people. Only by fighting with masters and fighting with 8,000-minded guys like Lei Tiandao can you continue to grow and maintain your peak state.
Standing up from the simple thatched hut, Zhang Wu lay directly in the cold stream, washing his hair, face, body, and clothes.
His strength has long been able to keep dust from falling and spotless.
But it is difficult for people to stay positive all the time.
When I first went into seclusion, I hoped that I would be cleaner and restrain myself.
After a year or two, you will naturally become lazy and no one will look at you at home. Why should you consume your internal energy out of thin air and keep it clean?
Later, I was too lazy to wash my hair, brush my teeth, and change my clothes until I got used to it, and I would do whatever I felt comfortable.
After taking a shower, Zhang Wukai sorted out the pills he had refined.
There are about 400 divine pills, which use many medicinal materials and many elixirs refined. All of them are rolled into small pills the size of longan, wrapped in silver paper, and sealed with wax on the outside to avoid the loss of the medicinal effect.
A few years later, Chenggou came here, and Zhang Wu had asked him to send 100 pills to Liang Wenbai and distributed them according to the proportion of the thousand-year-old elixir.
The dog also took thirty pieces, enough for him to eat for twenty years.
There are five hundred supreme martial spirit pills, wrapped in gold paper, which is convenient for distinction.
Among them, there are 100 dog-licking attributes, which can affect the mind of the master, but are not enough to completely control the other party.
Unless this great master goes crazy and eats thirty pills in a row, he will commit suicide by himself.
This probability is very small.
The great master's mind fights time and space, and their control over the body is meticulous and subtle. Even if there is only a little impact, they can quickly detect it.
A great master like Liang Wenbai who is not well-versed in Taoism will notice something wrong as long as he takes five dog-licking pills in a row... and stop taking it.
During this period, Zhang Wu also studied the magic technique, which is the supreme method to control people's hearts.
The Demon Spirit Pill is just a low-level method to plant demon techniques. It has no deep skills, so it has to use medicine to influence others.
If you practice this skill to the greatest success, every move can affect other people's emotions, just like an immortal and god who is in the dust and affects sentient beings.
When God cries, sentient beings cry, immortals are angry, sentient beings are angry, all things will be affected, and thoughts will follow others unconsciously.
Among the methods practiced by Zhang Wu, only the method of refining the sun and the moon can be comparable to the Demon-Sowing Art.
As for the mixed elixirs he obtained, Tai Chi Pill, Kui Mo Pill, Tribulation Pill, etc., he had never eaten any of them.
No matter how far or near you are, I only believe in myself. Only in this way can I ensure that I am absolutely safe.
He melted all these pills into a pot, and he found time to stay in seclusion for a few years when he had time to study poisons and poisons.
After packing up his belongings, Zhang Wu wore a faded, yellow, but clean and tidy patched robe, carrying a bag, lit an incense stick of Uncle Liu and King Mu, and slowly walked out of the Ten Desolate Mountains.
...
In Yongchang County, the streets were crowded with people, and the hawking of all kinds of peddlers and pawns was heard.
A plague broke out here, and the population was almost dead. After years of cultivation and rest, a lot of vitality has been restored. Although the people's faces are full of pain, they are much better than when Liu Qing was emperor.
Zhang Wu was walking through the crowd, like a middle-aged poor scholar who was traveling, looking around very strangely.
I haven't seen anyone for a long time. The fresh breath of life around me, all kinds of anxiety, secret joy, desire and sad emotions are the taste of the world, which is incompatible with the Dou he has cultivated, but Zhang Wu quickly integrated into it.
To regulate one's own state, control all the world with the mind, and integrate it into all living beings, is already a path in his opinion.
Soon, Zhang Wu came to the place where the blood sacrifice of the palace was held.
Looking up, there were no bronze mirrors and metal columns on the high hills, and all evil spirits were driven away. The whole mountain was covered with dense green vegetation, lush grass and thick branches and leaves, as if they had mutated, far taller than ordinary plants.
Much more.
Zhang Wuning looked at him and was a little surprised.
The green vegetation on the mountain is not ordinary plants, but various rare herbs, and it grows very vigorously.
I don't know who came up with this idea.
"The idle guys wait, go away immediately."
There were black-armored imperial guards patrolling around the hills. Seeing someone keeping looking at the fairy mountain, he still stood there and didn't leave, he immediately came over to drive him away.
Zhang Wu didn't want to waste time in trouble, and was too lazy to show off in front of ordinary people. He turned around and left, found an inn nearby, ordered a few dishes, and asked the shopkeeper:
"Brother, there should be a mountain guard named Sun Gang on the mountain outside. Have you heard of him?"
"Sun Gang?"
The shopkeeper was shocked and quickly reminded:
"This guest official also asks to be careful and call the name of the king. He is very disrespectful. Be careful of the yamen to arrest you and punish you."
"…I'm saying a word."
Zhang Wu clasped his fists and felt resentful.
Seeing that he was polite, the shopkeeper was good at socializing in business, and there were not many customers who had dinner, so he started talking.
After the establishment of the Dagan Dynasty, many masters were named the Heavenly King, and Sun Gang, the chief prisoner in the Yongchang Heavenly Prison, was one of them.
The rest of the people have great origins, but Lao Sun is the most mysterious. He guards the hills all year round and does not allow anyone to approach them.
Because they were close, Sun Gang often came to the inn to have dinner.
Later, the Demon King came to see him once, and despised King Sun for guarding the fairy mountain and wasting his resources. He said he wanted to use medicine on the mountain and got a lot of medicine to plant on the mountain.
The shopkeeper said:
"King Sun Tian was transformed five years ago, and his body was not corrupted and buried outside the city. After his death, no one took care of the fairy mountain. His Majesty sent the Black Armored Imperial Guard."
“Time is the most ruthless.”
Zhang Wu sighed in his heart, and had no appetite. He got up and prepared to leave the city, and went to bring incense to Lao Sun and left, but he saw several constables blocking the inn gate.
"You have suspicious signs and show your identity card and road sign."
When I went out, I had no famous records or road guides, so I treated the refugees and was arrested for hard labor.
Obviously, you went around the hills and caught people's attention.
Originally, I had to check when I entered the city, so Zhang Wu jumped into the city wall.
He has the ID card, but...
"The famous disc of the previous dynasty?"
"The General Banner of the Town and Funeral Office?"
Several detectives were shocked and looked at each other.
Only seventeen or eighteen years have passed since the fall of the Dakun Dynasty, many stories from the previous dynasty are still circulating, becoming a topic of conversation after dinner that the older generation enjoys.
The Pacification Office was terrifying in the previous dynasty, but later it left the court as a whole and turned into a gang of the rivers and lakes, which naturally faded out of the people's sight and no longer had deterrent power.
The headmaster looked tricky and mean, and asked with a frown:
"Da Jian has established a country for more than ten years, why don't you go to the government to register your identity?"
"In order to avoid natural disasters, I hid in the deep mountains and have just left recently," said Zhang Wu.
"You have no identity, a black householder, and you should be a refugee according to the law..."
"slow."
Suddenly, a young man in the inn was drinking with a bowl. He quickly took a sip, put down the bowl and clasped his fists and said:
"Captain Zhao, I have two words to say to you."
"Um?"
The man surnamed Zhao was stunned and recognized the boy in brocade robe and did not dare to offend him too much. The two walked aside and whispered to each other.
Zhang Wu thought about it, and the conversation between the two was heard.
In the past, the Royal Family must give in to three points in the Heilongtai. How dare you, a constable?
The head of Captain Zhao's face turned blue and white. He struggled for a moment, bowed to Zhang Wu with his fists, and led the constables away in disappointment.
"Thank you guys."
Zhang Wu bowed and thanked him.
The boy waved his hand indifferently, pointed to his wine table and said:
"Uncle, you are polite, it's just a little work. Do you want to have a drink together?"
“Okay.”
Zhang Wu smiled. The boy looked familiar and should be the son of an old friend he wanted to meet.
It’s okay to not enter the world until now. As long as you go to a place with a lot of people, you will be led by fate. You will think about something on the day and dream about something on the night. You will see the person you want to meet and end the cause and effect, and you will not be for no reason. Meet some people who don't need to make friends with.
"I wonder if my brother's name is the best?"
The boy poured a bowl of wine for Zhang Wu and said proudly:
"Boy Zhou Huaiwu."
Zhang Wu was stunned.
The past comes to my heart.
When the boy saw him stunned, he joked:
"Uncle, isn't it? Is my name so powerful? Is it so a three-word to calm you down?"
"Your name is really awesome."
Zhang Wu returned to his senses and sighed and shook his head. Fate was really destined to be destined by God.
When Zhou Huaiwu heard the other party praise him, he smiled happily:
"My mother said that this name was my father in order to remember an old friend of his. That person is amazing. The god descended to earth and is the person my father respects the most in his life."
After a pause, the boy said with his head raised:
"Based on this name, the big men in the court in Beijing are very polite to me."
"Your name is protected by ghosts and gods, and you can really protect your family's three generations of descendants."
Zhang Wu picked up the bowl and shook the wine inside. Due to habit, he telepathically felt that the wine was not poisonous and asked after drinking it:
"I heard your accent. I must be from the capital. How could I come to Yongchang City in the south?"
"Of course I want to find some ways to open the semicolon of my Tiezhu Restaurant and bloom everywhere in Yongchang County."
Zhou Huaiwu curled his lips and said:
"It's a pity that I've been in Yongchang County for more than two months, visited a lot of people and made friends with them, but things are still not going well. The local aristocratic races will not allow outsiders to intervene in and grab their livelihoods."
Zhang Wu said in surprise:
"Isn't your name very useful? Those court bosses are very polite to you. Wouldn't it be enough to go find them?"
“…”
Zhou Huaiwu said speechlessly:
"Uncle, people should be self-aware and be polite to me. Maybe it's because my father knows some powerful person, but that's all."
"With chicken feathers as command arrows, foxes pretend to be powerful, even if they agree to help you, they will definitely look down on you in private."
"It would be fine if it was just underestimated by others. If they reject you in person and scold you, where will you put your face? How shameful will my father's old friend be?"
Zhang Wu was speechless.
I had to say with emotion:
"You are not old and you can think deeply."
"Of course."
Zhou Huaiwu praised himself with his head held high, but could not hide his sad face and said:
"It would be great if my father was still there. When he was there, our restaurant would be smooth sailing. As soon as he left, he would be struggling."
Zhang Wu was silent, took a sip of wine and asked:
"If this semicolon is not available, what are your plans?"
"I, Zhou Huaiwu, are not a person who is easy to give up. If I can't get started, I will try my best to find a relationship. A few days ago, I asked someone to contact the nephew of the leader of the Jiang family to meet his preferences and give beautiful women and money. It should be able to open up the way."
"Jiang Family?"
Zhang Wu stroked his chin and started to think.
I have not been in Dakun these years, and I don’t know if the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine I have given to me by the Jiang family has been broken.
There is also Jiang Budhi, and shit will be destroyed. I haven't seen you for many years. The talent is suppressed by the dog licking pill, but I'm afraid it's useless.
Seeing that he seemed to be familiar with the Jiang family, a glimmer flashed in Zhou Huaiwu's eyes. The people from the former Fufu Department and Heilongtai dared to call him the name of Sun Tianwang, how could he be a simple person?
"Uncle, you don't have an identity card, it's not a long-term solution. Let's go to the yamen to register. If you are interested, I'm going to visit the Jiang family tomorrow. Why don't we see the world soon?"
"Can."
Zhang Wu glanced at Zhou Huaiwu with a smile.
Zhou Tiezhu is really a human being, very reliable. He gave birth to a son but did not follow his character. This kid is quite smart.