Cai Qi was a little distracted. What kind of existence is this?
Such a gap left him speechless. What should he do? Use this sword to stab him?
Looking at the short flying sword that was only a few dozen centimeters in his hand, this Taoist who had just joined Taoism felt a trace of bitterness in his heart.
"I."
"Lin Hai."
"Say hello."
The huge existence spoke, and it seemed as if the entire starry sky fell down.
boom--
That meager wisp of Yin Shen seemed to have been hit from the front by a strong wind of level 18, and flew back to his body at an extremely fast speed.
Unconscious.
With such a giant face and so many lives looking up at the starry sky, the whole world stopped moving under the gaze between him and him.
The driver who looked up at the starry sky stopped the car, while the pilots were still flying. The passenger plane that was about to land landed lightly on the runway.
Everything seems so weird.
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"Where is this?"
Cai Qi opened his eyes, and what he saw was the dim sunset.
He struggled to stand up and found that he was hungry. He looked around the house. There was nothing here, and the walls were empty.
As for himself, he looks thin and small.
Reincarnation?
Rebirth?
Hallucination?
He tried hard to recall what he had just experienced. He was preparing to break through the innate world. Practitioners from other places came to watch the ceremony. Then, he seemed to have succeeded in breaking through.
But why he is here now, it seems that there is something else he has forgotten.
I thought about it twice again and there is still nothing weird about it.
Only after thinking about it, he subconsciously believed everything in his memory. It all seemed like it was like this from the beginning.
After meditating hard and using various methods to confirm that this was a real existence, Cai Qi started walking. This body was too fragile and highly malnourished.
If he doesn't want to return to the West now, he must go and eat something to warm his stomach.
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Time flies so fast, five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The once skinny child has become a rather powerful and strong young man.
Cai Qi tied up his hair and waved his fists in a serious manner. This was Wu Qin Xi, which he had learned from an old doctor.
Here, he also found out what era this was. This was the Song Dynasty, the Great Song Dynasty, and the third year of Jianlong.
This is the beginning of a prosperous age, the beginning of the founding of a country, and the whole world is cultivating its health.
But, none of this has anything to do with him.
He wandered among the mountains, inhaling the colorful energy of the morning sun, his mind was full of excitement, looking for traces of immortals.
In this life, there is no spiritual energy, so he is trapped here.
Without spiritual energy, it means that you cannot practice and understand the path.
He did not give up, modified the interior scenery, extracted the inner breath from the body, and began to dabble in the indestructible martial art.
Skin, flesh, muscles, bones, blood and marrow, these structures emerged one by one in his gradually reviving Yinshen.
He wanted to use this soulless land to cultivate an innate body, use the innate body to derive the innate energy, and then return to the innate body as the Yin God.
He had an intuition in his heart that when he regained his innate ability, all the secrets might be revealed.
So, another three years.
When walking in the world, we will always encounter accidents of one kind or another. He studied the techniques of generating energy and summarized a set of methods to protect the Tao.
He studied hand-held swordsmanship and the so-called flying sword and jumping pill technique. Although the lethality was considerable in this era, it did not make him live longer.
He is also learning the culture of this land, the knowledge of this land, and the people raised by this land.
Gradually, he has imitators, or followers. Some people agree with his ideas, while others denounce him as a monster.
He also gained a reputation in this land. Wherever he went, people greeted him and some met him with swords.
It's a pity that none of them succeeded in hurting him. He once killed one person with one sword through the army formation, only wounding but not killing.
He once established an independent city by himself, and argued with many visiting scholars about erecting city walls.
He once crossed the Yellow River alone, and crossed the Yangtze River alone. He had one person, one sword, a blue shirt that had been washed white, and a few coins hanging around his waist.
Three years, three years, three years again.
He once stood on the golden summit of a famous mountain, softened his hard strength, and cut through the clouds and smoke with his sword.
He had traveled all over the snow-capped mountains and forests, and his heart was empty and boundless, and the wind and frost had climbed on his resolute face.
He unearthed the secrets of the human body and searched for ancient myths.
He has faced strong winds, he has walked in heavy rain, he has shed sweat, and he has shed blood.
Time passed by, and a full twenty years had passed since he came here.
Time took away his youth, his youth, and his memory.
But the only thing that has not been taken away is the unchanging perseverance in his eyes, persistence, persistence, persistence.
If he had not persisted, he might have been sitting in the golden palace, enjoying the beauty of gold and silver.
If he had not persevered, he might have already started a family and achieved prosperity throughout his life.
If he hadn't persisted, he wouldn't be alone today.
But also because of persistence, he gained a firm will, an unyielding soul, and this precious journey.
Located on the top of the mountain, the hunting wind slaps the clothes of the middle-aged man.
The black hair at the temples was pulled up and tied on the top of the head. The muscles and tendons of his body were strong and powerful, and the long sword sheath on his back also left heavy traces of time.
The hands that often hold the sword hilt are also covered with callus scars.
He discussed Taoism with many Taoist priests, praised Tianzun, and discussed the path of Taoism.
Over the years, he has lived up to his time.
Time is like water, and years are like sand, washing away all the stubborn rocks in the world.
After years of hard work and years of wandering, his mind calmed down and he returned to the place where he first appeared to live.
The energy-generating method of protecting the Tao has reached the state of transformation. The strength can be controlled at will, the inner breath is gentle, the large and small meridians can be penetrated, and the gods around the body can be illuminated.
The Yin God breathed in the morning and evening air, and it was already approaching perfection, beginning to stir.
After losing his once strong body, his once full aura, and his former convenience, it took him thirty years to come to the gate of innateness again.
Once he entered the Tao with spiritual energy, but now he has polished his body and entered the Tao with martial arts. Although he went through many twists and turns, in the end, he succeeded.
Innate, innate.
When he reached this level, Cai Qi finally felt a faint sense of fear in his heart.
What is he afraid of?
Afraid of innateness?
Or is there something else?
Cai Qijing sat in the thatched cottage, reciting Taoist scriptures over and over again, filtering the Yinshen over and over again. He was very sure that he had indeed forgotten something before arriving here.
So, what did he forget?
Starry sky?
innate?
What's the connection?
Ten years, twenty years, thirty years.
He has lived in this world for sixty years.
Another ten years, twenty years, and thirty years.
The world is still the same as before, but people are no longer the same people as before.
Those who were unfavorable to him, those who were friendly to him, and those people or things he was once familiar with all passed away one by one.
Ten years later, twenty years later, thirty years later, he was old, his hair turned white, and his face became wrinkled and saggy.
One hundred and twenty years later, he has become an immortal old monster. He studies Tao and principles all day long, and practice has become as integral to his daily life as sleeping.
Too old, too old, without the nourishment of spiritual energy, to be able to survive until now is already hanging on by the Yinshen and the inner breath.
The sword that once ruled the world was hanging on the wall, and it had lost its sharp aura and became like an antique.
He had not held a sword for decades, but one day in a daze he remembered, what on earth was he doing?
He once looked for the so-called ten thousand-year spiritual root, but it was just an old thing of several decades. If it really lived for ten thousand years, it would probably become a fossil and would be of no use to him.
Then, let’s practice sword practice again.
The old man took down the old man from the wall that had not been touched for decades, and danced with the clouds and smoke on the green-skinned cliffs, picking at the twists and turns, and the feel was still so familiar.
Over the past hundred years, it was the only one that had been with him.
From the beginning of sword practice, another year, two years, and three years passed.
He is so old that he seems to be ready to die in the next second. His inner breath is still intact, but he is still hanging on to his life.
He is so old that he can no longer count it in ten years, because he himself feels that he may not be able to survive ten years.
So, one year, two years, three years passed again.
Three years, three years, and three years, he can no longer remember how many years he has lived, probably more than one hundred and forty years, right?
When he got up early that morning, the old man fetched a basin of clear spring water from the mountain, washed himself carefully, and put on simple but clean clothes.
The deadline is approaching, and it's time for him to retreat.
Familiar footsteps sounded in his ears, and he sighed leisurely, is that so?
He unhurriedly sorted out his clothes, sorted out the classics he had compiled, and put them away one by one.
Then, carrying his long sword, he walked towards the cliff and slid down the vines step by step.
In the mountain wall under the cliff, there is a cave entrance with traces of decades of time.
The old Taoist priest walked in, his steps neither hurried nor slow.
Those who use military force to defeat people seek to become immortals.
A sigh circulated in the cave, and the lingering sound lingered.
In the sky, the sky and the light are the same color. No matter how the world changes, the remaining light remains the same.