Great Dao Ji

The smoke curled up in the carriage, surrounding and steaming, but it dispersed and became increasingly hazy.

An Qisheng stared at Gong Yangyan and spoke calmly.

Although he had only been in this world for more than ten days, for An Qisheng, it was already a long time.

His aura has already transcended the ordinary world. Ordinary people need to read and remember the information over and over again, but he only needs to scan it and it is all in his heart.

Things that ordinary people may not be able to master even if they take thousands of years, he can master them all at the snap of his fingers, and even innovate on them.

And it will not change due to changes in the strength of the spiritual machine.

This is the ‘realm that does not fall’.

Not to mention, there is also the help of the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Boy, the son of destiny from the Three-Heart Realm.

Even though the nightmare hydra ancestor cut off his path to cultivation with a great curse, his potential is extremely high, even if it is difficult to improve his rank.

There are also all kinds of miracles.

With his help, during these ten days or so, An Qisheng compared the practice systems of other worlds and had a vague idea of ​​the path he could take in this world.

However, he has always been determined to walk on thin ice and do brave and diligent things.

Before you can truly practice it, you have to give it another try.

Gong Yangyan, who is nearly 300 years old, has been deeply infected by the inspiration, but is not going to die soon. Gongyang Yan, who is about to condense the great elixir, is naturally the best choice.

"ah?"

Gong Yangyan was stunned. He didn't know what An Qisheng was thinking, but he couldn't help but feel a little hopeful after hearing this.

If he were the former Hongxuan Taoist, he would probably not believe it, but this time when they met, his sect leader had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Maybe, it really can?

No one can truly see through life and death. Although he has lived for nearly three hundred years, he does not want to die.

"These days, I have been thinking about the method of practice and have gained a lot of insights."

An Qi was always calm and calm, and there seemed to be a sense of truth in his tone, which made Gong Yangyan's distracting thoughts dissipate and he could concentrate.

This feeling is very strange. It seems that in front of me and in my mind, only the voice of my sect master is echoing, and there are no distracting thoughts.

"Master."

Gong Yangyan's heart trembled, and in a daze, he felt that the Tao Yun was permeating the air, and there was an indescribable touch.

"Taoism, Buddhism, demons, ghosts, Confucianism, and even gods all have different methods of practice. They are very different from each other. However, they also have something in common."

An Qisheng spoke slowly, but looked at the dragon of fragrant mist lingering between his fingers.

There was a subtle flash in his eyes.

The void is not the void in ordinary people's eyes, but an extremely complex and almost endless line of inspiration.

This endless line of inspiration runs through everything, reaches endlessly, runs through everything, and yet intertwines vertically and horizontally to form all things.

In the human world infected by a wisp of spiritual power, the spiritual power can still be peeled off, but in this immortal world, it is absolutely impossible.

The spiritual power of this world is the most fundamental foundation for the structure of everything in the world. No one can avoid it, and nothing can avoid it.

"yes"

Gong Yangyan felt that his mind and heart were being affected by the words. All the past events were passing by in front of his eyes. He actually understood what his sect master said:

"It's spiritual energy"

"That's right. Thousands of magic tricks, all kinds of magical powers, all the cultivation methods in the world, regardless of gods, demons and ghosts, are all formed by spiritual inspiration. The same is true for magical powers."

An Qisheng nodded slightly and spoke unhurriedly, which also aroused Gong Yangyan's thoughts.

After cultivating to the current state, words are no longer just words.

His words and deeds are all reflected in his Taoist essence. If you listen to them directly, your soul will be affected by the words.

Keeping in mind is only the basics, and it will also trigger his own thoughts, and based on his cognition, he can come up with the optimal solution that suits him.

This is no longer a heart-to-heart connection, but more similar to what practitioners say

Enlightenment!

Gong Yangyan nodded as if he didn't understand, but his heart couldn't help but be immersed in it, recalling all the things in this life.

Contact with magical techniques, magical powers, various unique copies, and even misinterpretations of magical powers in some legends.

Faintly, there is a sense of sudden enlightenment.

"Cultivation is never just practice, nor is it just action. I prefer to call it knowledge and practice, knowing and then doing, until knowing and doing are unified.

Thousands of spells and magical powers. If you don't understand the secret, you will get twice the result with half the effort. If you understand it and then practice it and prove it, you can achieve higher things. "

An Qisheng's eyes flashed with ripples, but what Gong Yangyan couldn't see was that the three-hearted blue soul boy also climbed out at some point.

Squatting on An Qisheng's shoulders, he listened quietly.

"Every spirit in the world has its own spiritual energy stored in its body. The same is true for plants and trees, and so is the human being. And because of the amount of spiritual energy, people's talents are different. Grass and trees also have mortal spiritual species and grades.

Therefore, the word talent is actually extremely wonderful and wonderful. "

"Of course, it also involves the type of spiritual connection and the composition of the soul."

As he said that, An Qisheng glanced at Gong Yangyan, who seemed to understand something but not clearly: "And if you divide your talent into various levels, you can be considered a genius.

Entering the Tao is not your limit. "

"Ah? Sect Master, you, you got it wrong. Me, what kind of genius am I?"

Gong Yangyan shuddered and suddenly woke up. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If I were a genius, I'd be afraid that geniuses would be everywhere in the world."

He was a little flattered.

I was more surprised than happy.

He joined the Hunyi sect very early, but his cultivation was far inferior to that of the old sect masters who started at the same time.

Even with the latter's care for many years, he could only manage to cultivate the Dao with the accumulation of resources, and it was impossible to condense the elixir.

If this is a genius, then what are those geniuses who were born into the Dao in the Great Zhou Dynasty?

"Being able to step into the Dao of cultivation is already extraordinary. However."

An Qisheng flicked his finger, and the dragon of fragrant mist that was moving around his finger was shattered by it, turning into the last wisp of fragrance that sank into his body:

"A genius is a genius, but you are not a genius in the Dao of cultivation. In other words, you are not suitable for the Dao of cultivation."

"Ah?"

Gong Yangyan was startled, and then reacted to the meaning of his master's words. The four-foot-tall old body trembled.

He couldn't help rolling his throat, and his voice was a little dry: "Master, don't joke, I, I have been practicing diligently for nearly three hundred years, how, how can I not be suitable for the Dao of cultivation?

If I am not suitable, how can I join the Hunyi Sect?"

The sect of cultivation has extremely strict rules for accepting disciples. Those who can join them must be either very rich or have a great affinity with the sect. At the very least, they must be talented.

Although he was able to enter the sect because of the old master, if he was not suitable for practicing Taoism, he would never be able to become a disciple.

"Not suitable, naturally not suitable."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "Have you never wondered why the tall body of seven feet tall in the past gradually shrank after entering Taoism and became less than four feet now?"

All things in this world are constructed by spiritual inspiration, and there are differences between high and low, and between immortals and mortals because of spiritual inspiration.

However, spiritual inspiration is profound, and the sea is a hundred rivers, among which there are Taoism, Buddhism, gods, demons, ghosts, and the long river of Confucianism.

Such as this, it is extremely complicated.

Therefore, the spiritual inspiration that all things match is also ever-changing and different.

If the nature is not compatible, even if it is a genius, it will be lost in the crowd, and it cannot be reversed by hard work.

Forcing it is like burning firewood with water and quenching thirst with fire. It is not only useless, but also harmful.

Just like this Gong Yangyan. He used to be seven feet tall, but now he has become only three inches tall. Of course, it is not because of old age and frailty.

As his mind turned, An Qisheng changed the subject and looked at him deeply: "Perhaps, you have never been possessed by the devil at all?"

"This, this is impossible?!"

Gong Yangyan stood up suddenly, and his old body, which was less than four feet tall, was trembling.

How could he not have thought about it?

In the past two hundred years, he has thought about his changes more than once, and has also visited many masters.

But they all said that it was because of that possession.

"No, no."

Gong Yangyan looked up at An Qisheng sitting cross-legged in the carriage, and was in doubt: "I have never heard of a cultivator like me."

He was puzzled, but he believed it in his heart.

Since he started practicing, no matter how hard he tried, he was much different from other brothers who entered the sect together.

Clearly, when they were tested for entry, their talents were similar.

"How many cultivators have you seen in your life?"

An Qisheng was speechless.

In the past ten days, he had dreamed of Gongyang Yan.

This old man has lived for nearly three hundred years, but his footprints are limited to Anning Mansion. He rarely goes out, so he has not seen many cultivators.

Even if there are people in the world who are in the same situation as him, how can he know?

"Uh"

Gongyang Yan was speechless, but he complained in his heart, how many have you seen?

"Whether you believe it or not, there will be proof in the future. Now, you can only believe me."

An Qisheng tapped his cuffs with his fingers, and a ray of light floated out of the 'Dust Mirror' and turned into a burning 'Spirit Dragon Incense'.

Surrounding the three-inch-tall old man, he kept puffing out smoke:

"Although you haven't condensed the elixir, I think you have some expectations about your life span, right? How many years do you think you have left?"

Gongyang Yan's expression suddenly dimmed and he stayed.

If he cannot cultivate supernatural powers and condense the golden elixir, even if he has entered the Dao, even if he can condense the elixir further, his life span will never exceed the 300-year life span of ordinary people.

Although he cannot calculate his own life span as accurately as the great golden elixir cultivators, he has lived for nearly 300 years.

Even if he is free from illness and disaster, he may not live for more than 300 years.

"Alas."

The thought flashed through his mind, and the old man sighed for a long time, and then looked at An Qisheng with a complicated look: "The master has said so much, is there something you want me to do?"

He is not stupid, or rather, An Qisheng did not intend to hide it from him.

Naturally, he also guessed that An Qisheng must have another purpose for saying this.

"Yes."

An Qisheng told him frankly: "I have a problem in my heart, but I need Old Yan to help me. If this succeeds, it may be a good thing, but if it fails, there will be great troubles."

An Qisheng did not mean to hide it, although he knew that Gong Yangyan would not refuse at all.

"Since the Sect Master has something to ask for, how can I not do it?" Gong Yangyan nodded without hesitation: "But, I hope that the Sect Master can help me get a sect and avenge this great hatred." An Qisheng put his hands together, and in front of his Dantian, he met Gong Yangyan's gaze and nodded: "It should be expected." Hearing this, Gong Yangyan breathed a sigh of relief: "In this way, even if I die a few years earlier, it doesn't matter." ". You can't die. If you die, I will even break into the Fengdu Ghost Kingdom and pull you out." An Qisheng was also a little speechless, but the old man didn't believe him at all. "Hehe." Gong Yangyan touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, and then asked curiously: "Sect Master, you said I am not suitable for practicing Taoism, then what am I suitable for?"

He was skeptical about what An Qisheng said, but still curious, or perhaps hopeful.

Could it be that he was really a genius, but he didn't know how to cultivate, and that he was delayed by being mixed up in a school?

Huh~

An Qisheng smiled without saying anything, and looked out along the curtain lifted by the wind.

The fierce wind and snow tore through the thick fog, and in the heavy snow, an endless mountain range could be seen in the distance:

"We're here."