Celestial being

"What a verbose thing!"

Yuan Ming shook his head and opened another memorial. Inside was a report from a minister of the Ministry of Industry on the repair of the Changchun Temple of God. It was also a long speech, which made Yuan Ming feel uninterested.

Before he finished reading, he hurriedly closed the memorial and threw it aside.

"It seems that being the emperor is not easy. If it were me, I would pull out these nonsense-talking officials and give them a good beating." Yuan Ming muttered.

He rubbed his brows, cheered up, and opened the third memorial.

This memorial is different from the previous ones. It seems that the language is very concise and capable. At the beginning, it uses a few concise sentences to report to the emperor about the attack on the mission sent by our country to southern Xinjiang.

"It turns out he is a military general. He is indeed very different from the civil servant who dropped his book bag." Yuan Ming saw the signature at the end, Zhennan General Yuan Zuochong.

"Yuan Zuochong? This name seems familiar. Where have you heard it?" He murmured to himself, and was about to read through the memorial to see if he could find more clues. Suddenly, the feminine man's voice came from outside. Reporting sound:

"Your Majesty, the National Master Yu Huxian wants to see you."

"Immortal Chief Yuhu, the name sounds like he is a cultivator of immortality!" Yuan Ming's eyelids twitched and he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But then he thought about it, he didn't understand the relationship between the young emperor and the Immortal Yuhu at all, so it seemed inappropriate to refuse rashly.

What's more, it's so unbelievable that the young emperor is possessed by a spirit, and the immortal chief shouldn't be able to notice it.

"Please come in." After a moment of weighing, Yuan Ming put down the memorial in his hand and said.

The feminine man agreed, and the palace door was immediately pushed open.

An old man wearing a purple gold Taoist robe stepped in, slapped him with a Taoist priest, and said:

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

Yuan Ming looked over and saw that the old Taoist priest had a pale appearance. Although his face was thin, the skin on his face was radiant. Three long strands of beard hung down on his chest, and he had a rather immortal air.

In addition, wearing a purple gold Taoist robe embroidered with Bagua cloud patterns and a lotus crown with clusters of gold threads on his head, the whole person looks even more royal and noble, making people look in awe.

"There is no need to be polite, Imperial Master. Why are you here this time?" Yuan Ming raised his palms, considered his words, and said.

"I just heard that Eunuch Li said that His Majesty's dragon body is not in good condition, and I came here to visit you." Taoist Master Yuhu flicked his fly whisk and replied.

"I'm not in serious trouble, the Imperial Master is interested." Yuan Ming said in a controlled tone.

"Your Majesty, the dragon body is related to the rise and fall of the world. Don't be careless. Let me let you take your first pulse." Taoist Yuhu couldn't help but stepped forward.

Yuan Ming narrowed his eyes, this man was so arrogant, but he didn't understand the relationship between the two clearly now, so his forced refusal would not end well, so he stretched out his wrist.

Priest Yuhu glanced at the empty porcelain box in the corner of the desk, quickly looked away, and put his finger on Yuan Ming's wrist.

A slightly cool breath seeped in and quickly spread throughout his body.

"This old Taoist is indeed a cultivator of immortality!" Yuan Ming's pupils shrank slightly and he did not dare to take a breath. He regretted letting this person take his pulse and hoped that he would not find out any clues.

The old Taoist closed his eyes and concentrated, and his expression changed after a moment.

"Master, how are you?" Yuan Ming asked bravely.

"Has Your Majesty not been resting well recently? His pulse shows that his blood is still good, but his spirit seems to be uneasy." Taoist Priest Yuhu opened his eyes and said.

"I really haven't been sleeping well lately, and I occasionally have nightmares. Is it okay?" Yuan Ming said vaguely.

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much, these are just trivial matters. If your Majesty is willing to listen to Pindao, practice the "Nine Yuan Jue" as soon as possible, and have the magic power at hand, you will not have these problems." Taoist priest Yuhu said, stroking his beard.

"Master, what did you just say?" Yuan Ming blinked and asked again.

"Nine Yuan Jue is a secret technique taught by our Changchun Temple. It is not taught to non-elite disciples. There is no risk in practicing it. It also has the effect of strengthening the body. Your Majesty, why do you keep rejecting it?" Taoist Priest Yuhu sighed softly and said .

"Nine Yuan Jue? Is this technique really as magical as you say?" Yuan Ming rolled his eyes and asked tentatively.

"Of course, the Jiuyuan Jue is a Taoist secret. The ancestors of Changchun Temple have spent countless efforts to improve and perfect it. It is not just a boast of a poor Taoist. When it comes to consolidating the meridians, regulating qi and blood, etc., no other technique in the world can compare with the Jiuyuan Jue. Compared with the tactics." Taoist Priest Yuhu said proudly.

"How fast does this technique accumulate mana?" Yuan Ming asked, breathing slightly quickly.

"The Taoist practice emphasizes step-by-step progress. The Jiu Yuan Jue was originally not good at the speed of practice. It's just that Wu Fangzi, the ninth generation headmaster of Changchun Temple, spent a lot of effort to integrate a spirit gathering technique into the Jiu Yuan Jue. The speed at which the technique accumulates mana has been greatly improved, and it is not inferior to some demonic techniques, and most importantly, there are no hidden dangers." Taoist Priest Yuhu smiled and said somewhat complacently.

"Since the Imperial Master recommends it so highly, I just want to practice this Nine Elements Technique, and I would like to ask the Imperial Master for advice." Yuan Ming stood up and bowed to the old Taoist.

Taoist Priest Yuhu paused when he heard this. He stared at the young emperor and looked him up and down twice, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but soon, his frown suddenly relaxed, and a look of comfort appeared on his face. .

"Okay, okay, your majesty finally opened his mind today. It is really an act in compliance with the laws of heaven. I should teach with my heart." Taoist priest Yuhu said three "good" words in a row, unable to hide his joy.

As he spoke, he took out a purple cloud-enclosed book from his sleeve that read "Nine Yuan Jue - Part 1" and handed it to "Yuan Ming".

Yuan Ming hurriedly took it with both hands and couldn't wait to open it and start reading.

Different from the Blood and Qi Method formula, the first chapter of this Nine Yuan Jue contains a lot of content, with nearly a thousand words in a eloquent manner. The lines are simple and elegant. At a glance, you can tell that it is much more sophisticated than the Blood and Qi method.

According to the book, the first part of this technique has a total of thirteen levels, which correspond to the level of magical power during the Qi refining period.

Yuan Ming read quickly and was overjoyed.

"Your Majesty, practicing cultivation is no different from studying and cultivating one's energy. It only requires diligent study and practice. This Nine Elements Technique is a treasure passed down from the ancestors of Changchun Guan. It should not be taught lightly to those who are not direct descendants of the sect and the inheritors of Zuo of the Great Jin Dynasty. Today's Part 1 Your Majesty, please abide by the Taoist rules and do not spread them to outsiders." Taoist Priest Yuhu warned.

Yuan Ming was immersed in "Nine Yuan Jue" and did not reply.

"Your Majesty, when practicing Taoism, be careful not to be arrogant and impetuous, and don't be too impatient. I have obtained the Taoist formula today, and I will familiarize myself with it and recite it first. When all the formulas are memorized, I will come back to answer your Majesty's doubts." Seeing the emperor's concentration, Yu Hu The Taoist priest stroked his long beard and felt quite relieved. After giving a reminder, he stood up and left.

At this moment, with a soft "snap" sound, Yuan Ming had closed the purple book.

"National Master, I have memorized the contents of the Nine Yuan Jue, but there are some parts that I am still unclear about. I would like to ask the National Master to clarify my doubts." Yuan Ming said with a solemn face.

The old Taoist priest suddenly froze while stroking his long beard, and looked at the emperor in disbelief.

"Your Majesty...do you remember everything?"

"Remember." Yuan Ming nodded seriously.

After he finished speaking, he realized that his memory seemed a little unusual.

When I first learned the Blood Qi Method, I only heard one side and remembered it immediately. However, it only had 200 words at the time, and Yuan Ming himself didn't take it seriously.

But looking at it now, he can achieve a photographic memory.

"Your Majesty, what is the next sentence of Lie Que entering the Taiyuan Gate of Tianfu Hidden Cloud Gate?" Taoist Priest Yuhu asked after a pause.

"When you pass through the canal, you will never return to the dragon gate." Yuan Ming immediately replied.

"Shenchong Taixu Garden?" Taoist Priest Yuhu continued to ask.

"I want to guard the Dantian Palace." Yuan Ming answered easily.

"Boyang won't switch to Yuyin?"

"Heaven's strength leads to earth's strength."

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After some questions and answers, Taoist Priest Yuhu's face became more and more surprised. He couldn't help but praise him: "In the past, I only thought that Your Majesty was still young and indulged in having fun. Today, I found out that this was an act of hiding clumsiness. Your Majesty will never forget this." With this ability, if you want to practice cultivation, you will definitely push the boat along with the current and make thousands of miles with each passing day.”

When Yuan Ming heard this, he thought to himself: "This is not necessarily the case."

"Taoist Priest, I know that the Tianfu, Yunmen, Lieque, Taiyuan, etc. mentioned in the front of this book are the acupoints of the human body, but what are these Taixu Garden and Dantian Palace?" Yuan Ming Seizing the opportunity, he asked.

It is rare to see His Majesty the Emperor so eager to learn, so the old Taoist did not doubt him and immediately answered:

"The acupoints your Majesty knows are basically the same as the acupoints related to cultivation, except that the location of the cultivation acupoints is deeper. When you practice to produce magic power, you will naturally notice it. As for Taixu Garden, it is about people The Sea of ​​Consciousness is the place where the soul is stored and the mind is received. The Dantian Palace is also called the Dantian, which is the place where magic power is stored in the future. It is under the abdomen of a person."

"I see..." Yuan Ming made a gesture on his stomach and found that it was basically the same place where the heat flow gathered when he practiced the blood energy method.

Yuan Ming seized the opportunity and quickly asked out the doubts in his heart one by one.

Although Taoist Priest Yuhu felt that His Majesty in front of him was very different, he still answered patiently.

Soon, all of Yuan Ming's doubts had been answered, and he no longer had any doubts about the Nine Yuan Jue. He sat cross-legged on the dragon chair and was about to try to practice it.

At this moment, the mark on his right arm suddenly jumped, and the heat inside quickly subsided.

Yuan Ming was about to check when he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of sleepiness. His eyelids were so heavy that he could not lift them up. His vision went dark and he lost consciousness again.

In a daze, Yuan Ming felt as if he had had a long dream, and he slowly woke up after an unknown amount of time.

He rubbed his eyes and realized that he was back in the dark cave, and his body had become his own.

"I'm... back!" Yuan Ming felt relieved.

The simple green pottery incense burner was placed in front of him at the moment, with two slender black incense sticks stuck on it. The third stick of incense burned out, leaving only the last spark that had not been extinguished.

The cloth he had used to light the incense had also burned away, leaving only a little bit in his hand. The two fingers pinching the cloth were black and sent out bursts of burning pain, which was obviously caused by the flames on the cloth.

Yuan Ming flicked his fingers. It seemed that when his consciousness came to the young emperor, his body remained motionless, unconscious and unresponsive even when it was burned by fire.