"This is plane No. 21, what a rich aura of heaven and earth!"
"Yes, this is our paradise. I used to think that enlightenment was elusive, but now I finally have some hope."
The spiritual energy surged for the second time, benefiting the mountains, rivers and vegetation. In just three days, the earth, which had expanded five times, was covered by instep-less grass.
Smelling the fresh air and stepping on the soft grass, two people dressed in the Republic of China were wandering under the group building.
"Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, why don't you go to retreat?"
Wang Xu wore a black Chinese tunic suit and walked out of the group door.
After three days of hard work, he has used the shuttle gate to send 10,000 geniuses from other planes to practice in the magic plane.
It's not that he doesn't want to send more people, but after discussion, Hermione and Einstein all agreed that sending people over should not be rushed, and should not be done blindly. It must be strictly reviewed.
This batch of 10,000 geniuses were sent from among the elites selected from twenty planes.
Each of them has gone through layers of scrutiny. Although they have different ages, identities, and personalities, they all have one thing in common, which is family harmony and concern.
After all, if you don't care about people, you don't know what they will do when they go crazy.
And these concerned people, dear, beloved, deeply loved, beloved people are all in other planes, and loyalty can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.
Coupled with the selected people, each family will become a privileged class and enjoy special treatment in various dimensions. Unless Wang Xu really goes against the grain, there is no reason for these people to betray him.
If they betray him, everything these people insist on will be over. For some people, death is not terrible. What is terrible is that life is worse than death. With such a handle in hand, no matter what they want to do or what kind of temptation they face
, you all need to think twice before you act, and think about everything you cherish.
You can say that Wang Xu is making a fuss out of a molehill, or you can say that he is scheming.
But no matter what he said, nothing could change his mind, because he always firmly believed that loyalty was due to insufficient chips for betrayal.
We cannot measure loyalty, but we can increase the stakes on loyalty. When a person thinks that the consequences of betrayal are more terrible than death, he will naturally not give in because of death.
Wang Xu likes people who do not give in. If there is no such person, he will create such a person.
"Brother Wang, we have some practitioners, but look at me, I have already refined my qi and transformed into a god!" Among Uncle Ying's two apprentices, Wencai is the ugly one, and he doesn't pay much attention to his cultivation. He has been focusing on refining his qi and transforming into a god.
I came to the magical plane to practice for a few days. Once I practiced in a plane that was ten times richer than the zombie plane, I suddenly accumulated so much knowledge that I could be called a mage outside.
"You still have the nerve to say that with such a rich aura of heaven and earth, even if a pig learned Maoshan's mental method and practiced here, it would be able to fly!"
Wang Xu looked at Wen Cai with disdain. The aura of the Republic of China plane was ordinary, and there was a big gap between it and the Liaozhai plane. People like Uncle Ying changed their guns overnight. If they couldn't break through, they might as well just buy a piece of tofu and kill them.
On average, the 10,000 people brought by Wang Xu all made breakthroughs invariably.
Some are small breakthroughs, taking a small step from their current state, while others are taking a big step.
Uncle Ying had been refining the gods before and returned to the void, and there was only a thin line between him and the gods.
When you come to this world to make a breakthrough, you not only reach the point of refining the void, but you also enter enlightenment. You are directly refining the void and joining the path, and you will soon condense the golden elixir.
The same is true for Qiu Sheng. He broke through from the middle stage of refining qi to become a god to the early stage of refining the god and returning to the void in one breath. Although he is not as good as Uncle Ying, he is no worse than Taoist Master Simu.
After all, the Four-Eyed Dao Chang has declined a bit, but he has only broken through from the early stage of refining the gods to return to the void to the late stage of refining the gods. If he doesn't work hard, it will only be a matter of time before Qiu Sheng overtakes him.
Of course, there is nothing we can do about it. If Uncle Ying's talent is compared to Qiu Sheng, Taoist Master Shimu's talent is literary talent.
People have different qualifications. If they can practice at the same speed, it would be better to live longer than anyone else. You must know that in terms of age alone, Uncle Ying, who is in his forties, is just a junior in the world of cultivation.
"Brother Wang, actually, I think I may not be suitable for learning Taoism."
After Wang Xu laughed and scolded him a few times, Wen Caishang was beaten like an eggplant. He lowered his head and said: "I'm a stupid person. I have to recite the spell six or seven times that Qiu Sheng can memorize once. Sometimes even if I can memorize it, I can't."
I will forget it the next day. The master also said that the gap between us will become bigger as time goes by, so I should be mentally prepared. After thinking about it, I feel that I may not be suitable for eating this bowl of rice. How about I go with you?
Want to learn martial arts?"
"To learn martial arts, you have to wake up earlier than a chicken, go to bed later than a dog, eat more than a pig, and persevere. Can you bear it with your personality?" Wang Xu knew that Wencai's talent for cultivation was not high, just because he was a British scholar.
My uncle picked it up when I was young, and I have been learning Taoism from Uncle Ying ever since.
But this cannot hide the fact that literary talents themselves have a relatively lazy character.
For Wang Xu, at his level, he has to box three times every morning and evening to stretch his muscles and bones.
For beginners who are new to martial arts, the best way to do it is to do horse walking in the morning, plum blossom pile in the afternoon, and medicinal bath in the evening.
Once your muscles and bones are stretched, you can practice three thousand punches and three thousand kicks every day.
The three thousand punches and kicks here are not three thousand punches in a haphazard manner, but every punch and every kick must be done with all your strength, even if the posture is wrong.
Wang Xu really doubted whether the talented man could work hard enough, couldn't eat enough, couldn't do anything well, and could fall asleep while meditating. Wang Xu really doubted whether he could be serious enough to practice martial arts.
"Brother Wang, I'm serious, I really want to try"
Wencai lowered his head and whispered: "I don't want to be a waste. I have no future in practicing Taoism. If I practice martial arts well, I can also help the master and the others."
"Okay, I'm practicing horizontal kung fu. I guess you can't do it. Well, Master Sanfeng is in seclusion, trying to reach the realm of martial arts and spirituality. After he comes out of seclusion, I will take you there, and you can learn from Master Sanfeng first.
Tai Chi Sutra."
Those who practice martial arts must also have qualified muscles and bones. Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi is the martial arts that least requires bones. Moreover, long-term practice can also increase the ability of bones.
Wang Xu felt that slow Tai Chi would be very suitable for literary talents to build their foundation.
Wen Cai has a foundation in Taoism and has learned some boxing and kung fu from Uncle Ying. With a famous teacher like Zhang Sanfeng under his guidance, he has a bright future if he studies hard.
As for whether Sanfeng Zhenren teaches or not, Wang Xu is not afraid. Sanfeng Zhenren is famous for teaching people regardless of class, and coupled with their relationship with him, they still have this respect.
"Brother Wang, when will Master Sanfeng be released from seclusion?" When he heard that Master Sanfeng would be his teacher, not only did the scholar smile brightly, but even Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he obviously planned to learn a thing or two secretly.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly and said: "Master Sanfeng has touched the threshold of martial arts and spirituality. This retreat is to hit the second level. According to my judgment, it will take three to five days as quickly as possible, and ten days and half a month as slowly as possible."
, Master Sanfeng should come out of seclusion, and then we will ask Master Sanfeng for advice."
Sanfeng Zhenren is the most affectionate martial arts master Wang Xu has ever seen.
In terms of the word "武", his understanding, fundamentals, feelings, and vision have already stood at the level of the gold-type martial arts, echoing Bodhidharma's.
Compared with his qualifications and his feelings, Wang Xu always felt inferior in front of Master Sanfeng.
This time, Master Sanfeng is about to break through to the second level and become a master of martial arts. Wang Xu also has many ideas that he wants to confirm with him.
Among them, Wang Xu is most concerned about martial arts and magical powers. He has been in the second level for some time now and has some speculations about martial arts and magical powers. As long as he cultivates martial arts and magical powers, his strength will skyrocket.