At midnight, Lu Zhengkang felt a little hungry, so I asked my uncle if I wanted to go have a midnight snack together.
It happened that Xue Hongzi passed on the method of fasting to Lu Zhengkang.
Infusing the body with the vitality of heaven and earth to maintain the body's operation is part of fasting, which is especially important for monks in retreat. Through fasting, fasting and fasting can expel impurities from the body, mainly eating grains, vegetables, meat, etc., with
Reiki replaces Ying Qi.
Lu Zhengkang also studied biology. Of course, the representation of the world is still familiar to him, such as human cells, etc. This world has different origins and microstructures. Using aura to give cells functions is to participate in the synthesis of adenosine triphosphate.
Plants obtain energy through photosynthesis, and monks obtain energy through drinking air. If we regard cultivation as science, we can also find some similar things. However, the so-called nuclear bomb sword fairy, etc., are not very good in the idealistic universe.
Make. The fight here does not depend on the level, but on the moral integrity.
Fasting is part of the compulsory courses for monks. Fasting once every once in a while can make one's physique and magic power more consistent. People like Xuan Youzi, who are said by the uncle to be idle and unscrupulous, will only satisfy their appetites.
, eating normally every day is actually not conducive to spiritual practice.
Lu Zhengkang thought to himself: So, in fact, I am also a mixed person.
Xue Hongzi said that his requirements are not strict, and he should be inelegant for at least eleven months and twenty-nine days a year.
For sword cultivators, maintaining the stability of their body, the purity of their sword energy, and the strength of their sword heart are all compulsory courses. Now that you have decided to take this path, you cannot regret it.
"Wow, this is too painful, isn't it? Is the joy of life gone?"
When the uncle saw Lu Zhengkang complaining, he laughed and said, "Didn't I leave you a day to eat normally? Besides, it's not a problem if you want to drink. There are three parts of heroism, three parts of literature and three parts of insanity in the wine."
, you can drink more and brew a lot of sword energy in your chest!"
Lu Zhengkang laughed, "Isn't that the Jiu Sword Immortal?"
"What's wrong with being a wine swordsman? If you want to drink, go to your Sixth Master Uncle. He is a man who regards his hobbies as his path. After all, he has found a way out. The so-called wine cultivation is to seek truth with truth.
, turn the illusions upside down, then pick up the lies and seek the truth, drink all the mountains and rivers, and let the universe enter the dream. When will your sixth uncle be able to brew all the splendors of the world into wine, he will naturally become a true immortal."
"Can people who drink wine also taste the beautiful mountains and rivers?"
"Of course it's possible."
Lu Zhengkang and Xue Hongzi chatted and laughed for a while. Lu Zhengkang's attention was more and more attracted by the sword monument, and he fell silent. As soon as he fell silent, Xue Hongzi stopped talking.
In front of Lu Zhengkang's eyes, the sword marks from the fourth sword monument flew out and turned into continuous sword moves, brilliant and dense sword moves. These things were stuffed into his brain along with his spiritual thoughts, like a movie with complete sounds and colors.
, he pursued the logic of sword moves. Lu Zhengkang saw the sword skills used by the great uncle
, there is the differentiation of sword light, the sword energy turns into rainbow, the sword practice is like silk, the sword energy thunders... but these are not important. What he wants to see is the way of the sword. Only by witnessing it completely, or even facing these sword moves in person, can he
Only then could he see Xue Hongzi's swordsmanship and his initial understanding of "Qingqing Sword Art".
The spiritual thoughts resonated deeper and deeper with the sword intention on the sword stele, and the carvings on the stele began to glow, absorbing Lu Zhengkang's magic power, and condensed the real sword light, like clear waves filled with water, the sword light
It adhered to the carvings on the surface of the stele and floated slightly. The robe on Lu Zhengkang's body was cut into small slits by the scattered sword light.
He felt a little distressed despite his busy schedule. This set of clothes was all his belongings! He wore them all the way from the East China Sea, and only washed them a few times on the way. It should be said that they were still brand new. Even though they were carefully preserved, they were still worn out.
I have no choice but to wait until I have free time to find a way to repair it.
Xue Hongzi also noticed Lu Zhengkang's predicament, but he just cast a Liuding Liujia protective spell on Lu Zhengkang casually, and his movements were a little slower. He was probably distracted just now.
As the light on the fourth sword monument became stronger and stronger, Lu Zhengkang's attention was completely attracted to it. His five senses were suppressed by the mixed information flow, leaving only the inspiration of his spiritual thoughts resonating with the sword monument. He felt that he was
Falling, falling from a high altitude to the stone monument, it was shattered and turned into a
Pools of blood and mud soaked into the surface of the monument, and the infinite light emitted from the sword marks hit his body like rain, bringing intense pain. But the pain was fleeting. In the endless killing intent, he captured
Some fragments were left by Xue Hongzi and are memories belonging to the sword monument.
Lu Zhengkang seemed to have fallen into a dream. When he opened his eyes, he saw his young uncle standing opposite him. He was high-spirited and holding a dark silver sword that was slender like a willow leaf in his hand. He looked around, blurry.
The scene was exactly the Red Tower, with countless comrades looking at it.
This is the red tower engraved stele, one of the greatest honors for sword cultivators in the world.
Xue Hongzi, who was in the Jindan stage, had a calm demeanor and a look of pride. He cupped his hands in all directions, then raised his long sword and stabbed towards Lu Zhengkang with one strike.
Lu Zhengkang stared at the blazing sword light, it was not important.
As soon as the sword moves out, the vitality of heaven and earth surges violently. This is the force of the sword, and it is not important.
Jumping over the sword and making a sword move, Xue Hongzi's body glowed, and his mana condensed into a body-protecting aura, blocking the prying eyes of spiritual thoughts.
Lu Zhengkang had no time to continue observing, as the sword light had already struck him.
He felt a violent shock, his eyes turned gray, and a pale square mask full of holes flashed before his eyes.
When Lu Zhengkang came to his senses, he was still in Chilou, with his uncle standing beside him.
"How's it going? Have you learned any sword moves?"
"No."
"Are you trying to pry into the way of the sword and neglecting the swordsmanship?"
"Yes, it takes me some time to understand those sword skills. There is nothing strange about them."
"It's such a simple thing. Ninety percent of the sword cultivators in the world just can't practice it well." Xue Hongzi smiled, "First practice all my sword moves yourself, and then compare them, and you will be able to find the difference. There are no two in the world.
Even though the painting is the same, the difference between individuals lies in these details."
Lu Zhengkang looked up, and before he knew it, it was already bright. Looking at the sun, it was almost a quarter to four o'clock, which is often said to be the nine o'clock sun.
At this time, Xue Hongzi said, "The guests are coming, so get ready."
A flash of lightning struck Lu Zhengkang's mind, which was full of sword moves. He shuddered suddenly, woke up, suppressed his boiling inspiration, and looked down at his tattered clothes.
He has only practiced Taoism for a few days, and he should not understand Taoism now, so he cannot use illusion magic to change clothes by himself.
"Teacher, help me, let me change into something nice."
Xue Hongzi himself was wearing a plain black-edged Taoist robe, he was as tall as a jade, and he wore a Yuanshi crown on his head. He looked very impressive. Lu Zhengkang was dressed in tattered linen clothes, with disheveled hair. He looked like a kid from a beggar gang who had just gotten off work.
"That's good. Your Taoist robes have been prepared a long time ago. I'll ask the Chilou warrior to take you to Laojun Temple, the main peak. You can get it yourself and change into it."
This was the first time Lu Zhengkang heard that there was a Laojun Temple in Kunlun Palace. When he was driven all the way to the main peak in a cloud chariot by a Chilou warrior, and saw the so-called Laojun Temple, he understood.
This Laojun Temple is the secular power of Kunlun Palace, and its manpower mainly comes from those mortal disciples who cannot walk the path to seek immortality and cannot reach the Immortal Platform. They are reluctant to leave. Therefore, after some selection, Kunlun Palace retains mortals with good conduct.
Teach them some basic Taoism and keep it to deal with secular affairs, serve the monks, or send them out to establish an agent force in the human dynasty. To the outside world, it is called Laojun Guan.