The blood all over his body seemed to be slowly transforming into something strange.
For a moment, his thoughts were mixed.
For a moment, he even felt that he was turning into an inhuman alien.
After all, when practitioners practice cultivation, they only receive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into their bodies and transform it into true essence. This true essence is still like foreign matter to the physical body, and it still exists clearly in the perception like yellow buds.
The blood of all practitioners is still the same as the blood of ordinary people.
However, in just a moment, he felt relieved.
When a person is born, he weighs only a few kilograms. After weaning, he eats grains. When his internal organs are strong, he begins to eat meat and meat. He gradually weighs dozens or hundreds of kilograms.
The dew between heaven and earth, all kinds of subtle vitality, light, and the mysterious changes of countless fibers in the grain plants finally condense the grains.
The essence of the five grains is piled up to form a physical body. If you use the energy of the five grains to practice today, it will be like going back to the time of birth and reshaping your Qi and blood.
If the Zhenyuan Cultivation Method is about cultivating the acquired path, then the Dajura Cultivation Method returns to the innate and starts from completely changing oneself.
Sanctify!
Sanctification of the body!
In many notes he had read, the ancients used the words of physical sanctification to describe the Great Kura. However, only at this time did he truly understand that the state of the Great Kura back then was one that truly separated from the mortal world of flesh and bone.
The fetus and the physical body are truly inhuman and different from everyone else in the world.
Lin Yi was inexplicably moved and a little proud.
He is also walking alone on the path that Da Kura walked alone back then. However, the world has changed drastically and the war has begun. Will the world give him enough time to cultivate to the final state of Da Kura back then?
With the rapid fusion of the grain energy and blood, the grain energy that had been extremely clear in his perception began to disappear in his perception, and was replaced by a subtle feeling that the blood all over his body was constantly changing.
As the energy of these grains disappeared from his perception, his consciousness gradually flew away like butterflies during meditation, scattered throughout the body, and he entered a state of oneness and selflessness.
Heaven and earth are outside him.
However, he seemed to be gradually separated from the world.
His breathing gradually became weak, even a little intermittent, and he gradually turned more to inner breathing.
In the guerrilla tent on the edge of the camp.
The middle-aged general with slightly white hair slowly opened his eyes, and he couldn't help but shake his head gently.
He loves talent, but he can't change the fate of anyone here.
Lin Yi's breathing became weak and intermittent. In his opinion, this was a sign of internal injury.
This young man acted so violently, but he was still injured after all.
The rising sun rose in the east, and mist rose in the mountains and forests. Amidst the scoldings of some veteran guerrilla soldiers, all students in the fifth and sixth years of Tianjian stood up quickly and began to wash, eat, and pack their bags.
Lin Yi is no exception.
When he washed his face in the mountain spring and the cold spring water fell on his skin, he quickly woke up, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong with him.
The injuries inside his body can no longer be felt.
There was only a vague warmth lingering in the most severely injured area between the chest and abdomen.
His blood seemed to have changed, becoming heavier and flowing more powerfully in his body.
But what made him feel wrong seemed to have nothing to do with blood or the energy of grains.
He was lost for a moment, but he still didn't understand why.
When he was absent-minded, Xiao Qianshan also looked at him for a moment.
He didn't feel anything was wrong, but Xiao Qianshan and several military practitioners, including the middle-aged general, sensed things that he himself was unaware of.
His breathing became weak.
For practitioners, strong breathing means strength and health.
Weak breathing means injury and physical weakness.
...
The students who had been in Tianjian for five years left first. Lin Yi didn't know where they would go. This was a secret of the military.
There wasn't even much time to say goodbye.
The sixth grade student in Tianjian followed Xiao Qianshan's order to the northwest side of the edge mountain, which was exactly the opposite direction from the departure direction of the fifth grade student in Tianjian.
Lin Yi recalled in his mind the map of this mountain forest that he had seen before. The fifth year of Tianjian's journey was towards the official road and they should continue to move forward quickly. The direction they were heading towards was towards the Bashui River.
"Are we going to take the water route?" Lin Yi guessed this possibility. Going up the Bashui River, he would be connected to the Yangtze River, and he could go straight to Meishan along the river.
If you take the official road, most of it will be mountain roads after passing Baling County. Even if you use horses suitable for mountain roads, the day travel is not fast. While the water road is not fast, the distance is short.
"Are you really sure you want to help Lin Yi carry these marching rations?"
An old soldier who was looking at the clothing of these sixth-year Tianjian students asked before starting the march.
"certainly."
Xie Suichun and Li Daoyuan were the first to respond loudly.
The two of them responded to the sergeant and smiled at Lin Yi.
Their eyes are as warm as the spring breeze.
"Lin Hu, I now see that you are not only destined to be a woman, but you are also destined to be a man." Qi Zhuji walked to Lin Yi's side and said calmly and sarcastically: "The way they look at you is very ambiguous."
"I'm asking for something from you now, and whatever you say is what I want." Lin Yi responded with a slight smile.
"I've never seen such a shameless person like you." Qi Zhuji felt helpless at his response.
The veteran soldier didn't say anything, and followed these people along with the caravan's marching rations that Lin Yi needed.
"General Xiao."
Lin Yi had an idea. He quickly stepped forward, got behind the guerrillas who were leading the way, and asked Xiao Qianshan: "General Xiao, these horse thieves' marching rations are very good at staving off hunger. I heard that the land traders on the border of the Northern Wei Dynasty
Horses, caravans selling salt, and private traders often have unique marching rations. I wonder if General Xiao knows anything about the border areas of the Northern Wei Dynasty."
"Northern Wei Dynasty?" Xiao Qianshan glanced at Lin Yi but did not answer for a moment.
Lin Yi thought for a while and said: "It should be in the area of Huaihuang Town and Rouxuan Town. I read some books and found that the caravan rations there are very unique."
"Zhe Changming." Xiao Qianshan called a sergeant's name to one side.
The veteran soldier, who was in his forties, came over.
"Have you been to the border areas of the Northern Wei Dynasty? What kind of marching rations did the caravans in Huaihuang and Rouxuan Town use?" Xiao Qianshan asked.
"Has he been there?" Lin Yi was immediately full of expectations. The Huaihuang and Rouxuan he mentioned were the frontier areas recorded in many ancient books and notes when Dajuluo was selling horses.
"That's really great marching rations." The old soldier smiled at Lin Yi, with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. "It seems that you are knowledgeable. The marching rations used by the caravans there are somewhat special. What they use
It is made of highland barley and Rouran blood-dried millet, fried and ground into powder, and then added with a local dried sweet potato. It is extremely resistant to hunger and will not make you weak even after eating it for more than ten days."
"Rouran's dried blood millet?" Xiao Qianshan raised his brows. He had never heard of this name.
"It's a kind of blood-red millet on the barren mountains of Rouran. Human race is not alive." The old soldier said: "These caravans passed through Loulan, as far as Qigu, Dongtai, and sold the goods along the way.
I brought back some local specialties, and the dried blood millet is one of them."
"It has been like this since ancient times, so does it still exist now?" Lin Yi took a deep breath, and he couldn't calm down in his heart. It is very likely that this was the thing used by Dajuluo during his practice.
"Now the Northern Wei Dynasty has set up border towns to prevent people from those places from coming in and becoming bandits. There is no such thing, but there must not be much. Not to mention the kind of marching rations, even the kind of brown rice rations you brought is impossible.
Obtain a large amount, otherwise it would have become military rations for the Northern Wei Dynasty." The veteran soldier said decisively.
Lin Yi didn't say much and replied with thanks.
This is hope.
But for him, it was at least equivalent to knowing the exact recipe.
"Do you really want to take the water route?"
After walking for more than an hour, they were indeed close to the Bashui River. Across a forest, Lin Yi heard the sound of the rumbling water and the sound of ship hulls hitting each other. (To be continued)