This newcomer, who had just embarked on the path of spiritual practice, was breathing heavily, feeling the surging mana in his body, the surge of spiritual consciousness due to continuous breakthroughs, and the forcibly widened air sea and meridians, recalling the life-and-death moments just now.
taste.
If he hadn't saved enough insights before and continuously broke through the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of Qi training, he would have been exploded by the skyrocketing mana during his practice!
what's the situation?
Li Pingan was indeed a little confused.
In his understanding, cultivating Taoism is a step-by-step process, accumulating insights, accumulating magic power, and breaking through the realm through accumulation. As the realm improves, life expectancy increases, the Tao body strengthens, and one steps on the path to immortality, seeking immortality.
Because his own qualifications were lacking in the Five Elements, and he started practicing as an adult, his cultivation was very slow. Even if he practiced hard for a period of time and was lucky enough to gain the enlightenment of the first path, he could only take a few small steps forward.
Now I don’t know why, suddenly!
Someone secretly teaches us the exercises?
Li Pingan felt something in his heart: his sudden breakthrough seemed to be related to his father.
When he was suffering from severe pain all over his body, he had seen the Big Dipper and a big shining star.
Li Pingan took out a jade ring from under his pillow.
He seems to be able to use this storage magic weapon now.
Li Ping'an felt a little more eager, and he immediately wanted to inject mana into the storage to simply refine it, but before he could do anything, a familiar call came from the window:
"Safety!"
"dad?"
Li Ping'an wrapped up his robe and rushed to the window. When he opened the window, he saw his father standing on the cloud.
Li Ping'an smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, you can fly on the clouds?"
"This is a cloud of mist refined by your master. I am still far from being able to soar into the clouds and ride in the mist!"
Li Dazhi chuckled and got into Li Ping'an's house.
After this period of time, Li Dazhi's belly has increased instead of decreasing, and the wrinkles on his face have completely disappeared. He looks like he is twenty years younger, and his face is rosy when he smiles.
Li Dazhi looked around, then looked at Li Ping'an carefully, and muttered a few times:
"Has Ping An's cultivation... increased?"
"It's increased. It suddenly increased a bit before," Li Ping'an frowned and said, "Dad, did you ask an immortal to teach me kung fu?"
Li Dazhi suddenly smiled brightly.
He looked around at his son's residence, nodded with satisfaction, and walked towards the desk on the side. He deliberately pretended to be ignorant, shook his head and said:
"This matter must not be disclosed to outsiders!"
Li Ping'an followed with a pot of cold tea.
"Dad, what's going on?"
"It's not a big deal."
Li Dazhi sat crookedly in the armchair and said leisurely:
"Don't worry about practicing from now on!
"Your master sacrificed his cultivation for hundreds of years to reshape the magical power of the ancient human race for me. The magical power I obtained is quite interesting. As long as my soul is blessed, I can activate the magical power and give you part of my magic power.
"I would like to call it a father-son connection.
"It's easy for me to practice, but how troublesome is it for you? Don't be so stressed. Just lie down and let dad take you flying."
The corners of Li Ping'an's mouth twitched slightly, then he sighed and sat opposite his father.
He didn't say that he was almost exploded by the magic power, but he just reminded his father tactfully that there was no need to deliberately transfer the magic power for him.
"Ping An, I know you want to do everything by yourself. We both have the same temperament as donkeys."
Li Dazhi sighed:
"But think about it, you are my only relative in this world. If I don't help you, who will I help? If you get this magical power, will you not help me?
"Now that we are in the world of cultivating immortals, this immortal sect seems peaceful, but in fact it is full of dangers. The Wanyun Sect is not without enemies. There are already many immortals in the sect who are very dissatisfied with me, a common businessman who suddenly appeared.
"The higher your cultivation level and the stronger your ability to protect yourself, the more I can move forward in cultivation without any scruples.
"Besides, you know, Ping'an, even if I have the luck and qualifications, I won't be able to become a big shot if I reach a high level of cultivation. I can only be a vanguard, not a general.
"But you are different, Ping An. You have a lively mind and a good understanding... So what if I give you some magic power to help you practice? Others can't get it even if they want to!"
Li Ping'an groaned for a few times and nodded slightly.
"Dad, I won't refuse what you give me, but we must agree on a few things."
Li Dazhi waved his hand: "What's the matter? Just say what you say, everything at home will be up to you."
"Dad, every time you want to teach me the exercises, you need to come to my place and I will make some preparations."
Li Ping'an opened his robe, revealing the inner placket that he hadn't had time to change.
The inner collar is covered with blood;
This is the trace left by Li Ping'an when he passed through the life and death crisis before.
Li Dazhi broke into a cold sweat when he saw this, and hurriedly said "blame me", "blame me".
"Also, dad, it's best that only the two of us know about your magical power, and you can teach me the practice at most once a year. You don't have to give me too much each time you teach it. Don't let it affect your own practice, otherwise it will be a bit neglectful.
"Dad, I heard you just said that someone in the door is dissatisfied with you? Please talk to me about this matter first, so as not to cause any hidden dangers."
Li Dazhi smiled and shook his head: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have told you this, so as to save you worry."
…
Half an hour later.
Li Dazhi quietly left Liuyun Temple.
Li Ping'an took a shower, changed his clothes, and sat behind his desk to think quietly.
The troubles my father faces are neither big nor small.
The resources within the sect have a fixed amount, especially those top-level resources - such as the number of disciples of Taoist Kong Ming.
This was the main reason why his father aroused the jealousy of several immortals.
The Wan Yun Sect has a total of thirty-six main peaks, and thirty-six strands of Taoism, large and small, which means there are thirty-six forces. The strongest force is naturally the lineage of the head of the Wan Yun Sect.
Taoist Kongming is the ancestor of the leader's lineage, and the other two Jinxian ancestors are more or less related to the leader's lineage.
As long as Taoist Kong Ming speaks a word, the position of the next leader will be determined.
This caused new troubles.
Many immortals in the sect are saying that Kongming Taoist's new disciple may be selected as the next head of the sect due to his own great luck, so that the disciple's great luck can be used to drive the sect's luck.
This is a good thing for the sect;
This is extremely bad news for those Celestial Realm masters who have ambitions to become the leader.
Here comes another force hostile to his father.
The above two forces actually have a lot of overlap.
Li Pingan thought carefully for a long time, then picked up his pen and began to write and draw.
There is also a power struggle within this fairy sect.
Although my father has been in business for many years, he has always worked in factories in small places. He has a loyal and responsible character at heart. This is also determined by the years when my father grew up.
Li Ping'an was afraid that his father would suffer a loss, so he always wanted to make a good plan for his father.
Only when you have confidence in your mind can you show your tactics.
He lowered his head and wrote for half a day. When the sun set, Li Ping'an remembered that he had not yet seen the finger ring his father had given him before.
Li Ping'an took out the ring finger and simply refined it using the method he read in the book. A ray of spiritual consciousness quickly penetrated it.
Oh haha!
It is indeed a gift from the Golden Immortal!
Li Ping'an saw high-quality spiritual stones piled three feet square, two porcelain bottles of healing elixirs, and a brocade box with the word 'ming' written on it.
He sensed carefully, and his spiritual sense smelled the strong aroma of medicine.
This should be the life-saving elixir that the ancestor of Jinxian gave to his father, but his father stuffed it into his own hands.
Li Ping'an felt a little warm in his heart, but he was also secretly alert.
Regardless of the magic power or elixirs and treasures given by his father, they are only external forces after all. He still needs to work hard to practice and understand the principles of the Dao, so that he can live with the Dao forever.
Magical power does not represent the realm of cultivation. Everything depends on one's own understanding of the Tao.
Influenced by his father's new supernatural powers, Li Ping'an fine-tuned some details of his spiritual practice plan, but the final conclusion remained unchanged.
——At this stage, priority is given to developing self-propelled Zhou Tian.
This is the key boost to increase his cultivation speed.
Li Ping'an has long known that the first three realms of practicing Taoism are Qi training, Shen gathering, and light condensation, and the next three realms are Void refining, Zhen Zhen, and Heaven and Earth bridge.
Generally speaking, only Condensing Light Realm Qi Practitioners can allow the magic power in their bodies to circulate on their own, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transforming it into their own vitality and magic power anytime and anywhere.
For example, minor cultivators in Qi training and Shen-gathering realms can only maintain the circulation of heaven and earth and absorb spiritual energy for their own use only while meditating.
After Li Ping'an's cultivation level skyrocketed, he was still just a young monk at the seventh level of Qi training. His spiritual consciousness was not strong, his soul was weak, and he had not yet lit up the spiritual platform...
It is indeed quite difficult to achieve ‘self-circulation’ at this moment.
"It all depends on man."
Li Ping'an stretched, stood up, opened the window, looked into the distance, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, emptied the sea of consciousness, and relaxed his mind.
The boy next door was practicing a set of boxing techniques to strengthen vitality and energy in the courtyard;
In the distance, a girl was practicing talismans by the pond. She threw out a few yellow paper talismans, and two of them turned into sparrows, waving their wings and flying around the girl, eliciting chuckles like silver bells;
The deacon's cabin in the front yard is still wrapped in the light of the formation, and the welcoming pine tree looks like an exquisite bonsai from a distance.
Li Ping'an didn't look at the scenery too much. He closed the doors and windows and went back to bed to continue meditating.
Be sure to create a self-made Sunday!
He concentrated on urging the vitality in his body to circulate around the sky, and carefully felt the various mysteries of the vitality in his body as it circulated around the sky.
The spiritual energy floating in the air slowly surged toward his body, penetrated into his mouth and nose, and merged into the pores all over his body. After going around in a circle, a small amount of spiritual energy remained in the body, and was slowly assimilated by the vitality, and the mana in the body increased slightly.
How to sustain this process on your own?
Li Pingan was thinking to himself when he suddenly heard a childish female voice calling:
"Dare I ask! Is there anyone in charge here?"
The shout came from the front yard.
Li Pingan, who was disturbed by the noise, frowned slightly, shook his head, and continued to meditate attentively.
After another half an hour, the female voice came up again. She must have some cultivation skills, and her soft voice was very clear:
"Is there a deacon in the sect? I am a new disciple."
Li Ping'an opened his eyes, curled his lips a little impatiently, and couldn't help but complain a few words in his heart:
Why can't this disciple wait a little longer? There is Deacon Wei Yanzi in the front yard...
Ah, yes, Deacon Wei Yanzi is in retreat;
He is now acting deacon.
Li Ping'an secretly sighed "trouble", glanced at the deacon's token on the table, got up, put on his robe, kicked off his cloth shoes and ran to the first floor.
Before leaving the wooden building, he had dressed neatly, tied up his hairband, held the token in his palm, and hurried to the front yard.
There were already three or five young disciples looking forward at the door of the backyard.
When Li Pingan arrived here, these boys and girls turned their heads and looked over.
Although everyone has been familiar with each other for a long time, they have not spoken to each other;
Seeing Li Ping'an holding the deacon's token, the boys and girls naturally raised their hands and saluted.
Li Ping'an returned the gift with his hand and said: "Brothers and sisters, just practice quietly. I'll go to the front yard to take a look."
After saying that, he stepped out of the backyard, turned his back to the wall in front of him, and looked up at the center of the front yard.