I am immortal

Qi Wuhuo's spirit was peaceful and he didn't notice anything different. He opened his eyes while half asleep and half awake, and saw the old man sitting in front of him. The surrounding light was dim, like the setting sun in the afternoon. The warmth and tranquility make people relax unconsciously and make them feel sleepy. There seems to be a lamp made of insects covered with gauze on the table.

In a daze, it felt like I was still at home at the foot of Helian Mountain, in that small courtyard.

There are plum blossoms in the courtyard, passers-by outside the window, and green mountains in the distance.

The old man sat in front of him, and the young man seemed to have just meditated and practiced. In the afternoon, he was feeling sleepy, so he lay on his wooden table and fell asleep gently. The old man waved, picked up a piece of white paper in his hand, and read Reading the words above, after a long time, he said gently:

"Wu Huo, you have gone through a lot of things."

The young Taoist hummed.

The old man's eyes were gentle and he said, "How have you been during this time when the teacher is away?"

"Is there anything you like? What have you seen before?"

The young Taoist replied: "I have seen many things along the way."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled gently: "Oh? Tell me."

The young Taoist slowly told the old man about his experiences and what he had seen and heard. He saw the world of mortals and knew a lot of misery, just like when he was still living idle life under the mountain. The old man was just as gentle and quiet as he was then. He listened to the young man talking about his experience, then stroked his beard and said: "So it's like this, the time is not long, but the experience is also rich."

"So without confusion, if you practice to this point, can you gain anything?"

The old man asked with a smile:

"Do you know that keeping everything in mind will distract you and be useless in practicing the immortal way?"

The young Taoist replied: "I know, but teacher and disciple feel that I am not wrong either."

"It's nothing to do with personnel."

"Why is it called an immortal?"

"What disciples cultivate is the way of man."

The old man said nothing more, but looked at his young disciple gently, with admiration and pity in his eyes. In the end, he said nothing and just stretched out his hand to rub the young man's hair, just like when he was at the foot of the mountain, the young man was sleeping peacefully. The old man just picked up all these blank papers, then held a volume of Taoist scriptures and read quietly under the light. Time passed so slowly.

"Master Qi? Master Qi, wake up..."

"are you sleepy?"

When the little Taoist priest Mingxin opened the door, he saw the young Taoist lying on the table and falling asleep.

The white papers are all folded on the table.

So he cautiously walked over on tiptoes, and saw that the words on the white paper were all written in Yunzhuan. He couldn't understand them, so he gave up, lowered his head, and said quietly: "Uncle Qi~"

"The food is ready. Do you want to eat?"

"Want to eat? Want to eat..."

Before he finished speaking, he received a blow on the top of his head. The old Taoist put one hand on his disciple, shook his head, lowered his voice, and said: "Be quiet..." He looked at the sleeping young Taoist again and sighed. He took a breath and said, "It looks like he has gone through something, and he is mentally exhausted."

They saw that when the young Taoist fell asleep, his eyes were closed and his eyebrows were delicate.

He lost his normal chatting temperament and looked like a child.

He was just a child.

The old Taoist priest thought that at this age, they should be running around the world with their swords on their backs, going to see the grass growing and the birds flying, and practicing with their senior sisters and brothers. What else could happen? The young Taoist priest Mingxin widened his eyes, stretched out his hand to poke the young Taoist's cheek quietly, then widened his eyes, took it back, and whispered:

"Master uncle looks like he's not much older than me!"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

"Let Master You sleep, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

The old Taoist held the little Taoist under his elbow.

With old arms and legs, they still had to stand on tiptoes and walk out step by step. When the old and disrepaired wooden door made a squeaking sound when it was opened and closed, the Taoist priests, one old and one young, opened their eyes wide and held their breath. Breathing, he carefully opened the door, then walked out slowly, carefully closed the door, and then took a long breath, as if he had accomplished something great, they looked at each other and laughed together.

Only the young Taoist was left here to sleep peacefully all night.

……………………

Qi Wuhuo woke up with a slight tickling feeling.

He opened his eyes drowsily, and the sunlight was a little dazzling for a moment. The young Taoist squinted his eyes, and the little peacock was gently pecking his cheek. Qi Wuzhuo pulled the little peacock away, and the latter opened his mouth and looked at the young man. When the Taoist woke up, he rubbed his face happily, and then Xingling shouted to transmit the message——

"Aqi, Aqi, hungry!"

"Hungry!"

The young Taoist was helpless.

The little peacock seems to have a growing appetite.

Having to feel what it means to be a parent, Qi Wuhuo comforted the little peacock and stretched out. Although he slept on his stomach all night, he did not feel uncomfortable with his blood. At this moment, the essence and vitality had been combined into the innate Once the Qi is gone, the young Taoist's physique is somewhat different from that of ordinary people. If the Qi is not dissipated, he will not die immediately even if he bleeds out.

Already reversed three and returned to two.

When I went out, the sun was just right, the breeze was blowing on my face, and my mind returned to peace. The young Taoist priest was breathing and practicing Qi there, looking serious, while the old Taoist was just holding a volume of Taoist scriptures and reading it carefully, reading it with gusto, and just sitting there. When Qi Wuhuo came out, he put down the scriptures, smiled and nodded.

Once you have reached the innate Qi level, there is no need to adjust your breath and inner Qi.

The constituent elements of ordinary people are Yuan Shen, Yuan Qi, and Yuan Jing.

Practitioners at this level are Yuan Shen and Yuan Qi, which belong to the transition and change of life levels.

The life span of an ordinary person is only one hundred and twenty years, but it is easy for Qi Wuzhuo to live to be more than three hundred years old.

The practice at this moment is no longer about meditating and regulating the breath, but about operating one’s own innate Qi.

Controlling it with gods is called [fire].

The nature of the sun is also the soul, and the symbol in Taoism is [fire].

Waiting means waiting and watching.

The word "Huohou" has been spread from Taoism. It is often used among the people to say whether something can be done or not. The explanation within Taoism is that using fire, that is, using Yuan Shen to control Yuan Qi. The key and timing of changes in circulation.

It is the [fire] of practice, divided into [advance and retreat], [ascending and descending], and [priority].

There is the fire of literary cooking, the fire of martial arts, the fire of starting hands, the fire of resting, the fire of advancing Yang, the fire of withdrawing Yin, the fire of returning elixir, and the fire of great elixir. In addition, there are also methods of increase, decrease, nourishment, and change, which are particularly numerous. It can be seen that practice is also a delicate work.

If you don't get the true inheritance, even if you have the opportunity to step into Xiantian Yiqi, you can't go further and you don't know how to polish it.

But even if they step into this path and receive the true teaching, they often make a wrong step, and there is no possibility of achieving a higher level.

Only in this way can people who have passed through this complicated level be respected as [real people].

Extraordinary people can achieve the ear.

The innate Qi produced through the cultivation of each ancient book has its own characteristics because it rises and falls, advances and retreats, and has different priorities. There is Qi that is continuous and lingering, and there is Qi that is fierce and fierce, and Qi without any confusion. Now, only in the "Hunyuan Sword Code" can I see the practice method given to him by Senior Sister Yumiao, which includes the practice method of "Qi Refining".

So the young Taoist just quietly held a book and sat down under the tree.

The little Taoist priest understands that he is suffering in his heart.

There are only three Taoist priests in this Taoist temple.

He is the only one who needs to breathe out and refine his energy!

What’s the point of my vomiting!

It’s better to ‘reverse’!

Go eat candied haws!

However, the old Taoist rolled up the Taoist scriptures, gently nodded his head, and said: "Concentrate on it."

So the little Taoist priest could only say honestly: "Oh."

Qi Wuhuo flipped through the Taoist scriptures, and was actually looking at the Hunyuan Sword Code given to him by his senior sister. This is the self-created path of sword immortality based on Taishang Xuanmen. The energy is extremely powerful and there is no way out. And Mr. Ao Liu's manuscript, the chapter on the chess game Yun Yu, also has innate Qi level content, which is a way to move calmly and freely; the practice manuscript of his friend Shan Shen has a path he has found out by himself.

Regarding the operation of Yuanshen Yuanqi, it is crude and grand, but there are also occasional clever touches.

Tantai Xuan's "Records of Becoming an Immortal" ended up with only a few innate contents.

There are many people who have the skills and insights to practice freely and freely in the world.

He is good at small-scale movement of Yuan Qi.

The young Taoist looked through it thoughtfully. Of course, in addition to the longevity brought about by the qualitative change in life levels, the innate Qi also means that you can finally cast spells from a distance. Before that, even if your vitality is as majestic as It was impossible for Wang Yang to leave his body. This was a difference in level, so Qi Wuhuo raised his finger slightly and pointed at Jue Wei.

The old Taoist noticed a breeze in the void.

Smile knowingly.

Sure enough, as long as a practitioner takes this step, it is impossible not to try.

He was the same back then, but using Yuan Shen to guide Yuan Qi, the principle is to use [two] to guide [three], but it is not that easy.

The first time he controlled an object that year, it took him several days to succeed.

As for the traction spell, it took even three months. This was because his foundation was firmly established, and practice is not that simple...

Suddenly the wind blew loudly.

The old Taoist raised his eyes in surprise.

A fallen leaf flew up, the wind was blowing, and then the sound of the wind changed slightly. When the wind came, it first hit his face like the light of spring, and then spread. The old Taoist felt his beard and sleeves move slightly, as if he was immersed in water, and his breathing felt faint. After feeling stagnant for an unknown amount of time, the Taoist robe suddenly shook open. The little Taoist priest Mingxin heard the movement next to him and opened his eyes blankly.

Look around.

Seeing the young Taoist over there lowering his eyes, he sat under the old tree and read a book. After turning over a page of Taoist scriptures, Yuan Qi pulled and changed, and the surrounding storm was like a wave of Yuan Qi between heaven and earth, flowing and changing, like water swirling and roaring. , soared into the sky, but the small area where the young Taoist stood remained motionless. Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes slightly and said to himself: "I see..."

"In Mr. Ao Liu's Water Control Chapter, the clouds and fog are just changes of Yuan Qi."

"The technique can also be as simple as wind control."

"I see, I seem to understand a little bit."

The old Taoist seemed to sense something was wrong.

This is clearly a simple method of using Yuan Shen to control Yuan Qi, quickly stimulating the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth, and turning it into a strong wind. Even the monks from Yeluzi can do it when they step into the Xiantian Qi. Just like a person can wave a little wind, the principle is actually just the Xiantian Qi. The rapid flow of Qi stirred up the wind, but something seemed to change in an instant, and suddenly there seemed to be a majestic atmosphere.

The young Taoist pointed the finger and pressed down.

"Wind blows."

The strong wind was raging, and the old Taoist stood up suddenly, his beard and hair dancing behind him, his eyes widened. In his spiritual perception, the young Taoist sat there, countless strong winds invisible to the naked eye gathered, and finally turned into a single beard and hair. The dragon, with its head held high and its tail lowered, roaring and chanting silently, was circling in the entire Taoist temple with the surge of the young man's spirit. It looked extremely calm.

The old Taoist murmured: "Supernatural power?!!!"

Suddenly there was a crash. The little Taoist Mingxin didn't pay attention. One of his small wooden swords was scratched by the wind and swept directly into the air. The little Taoist Mingxin stood up suddenly and said: "My sword!" He stretched out his hand. He wanted to grab it, but the old Taoist held him down and said, "Just wait for it to fall."

But I heard a gentle voice: "I'll do it."

The little Taoist priest looked over and saw that the young Taoist priest had disappeared. When he was stunned, he saw a figure go straight into the air and grabbed the sword with just one hand. The strong wind swirled around him, and the young Taoist priest It didn't fall hard like falling from a high altitude, but fell slowly like a feather falling.

One hand holds the Taoist scriptures, and the other hand holds the sword. The blue Taoist robe dances fiercely, and the black hair is slightly raised, and it is very calm, as if coming from the wind, falling gently to the ground, holding the Taoist scriptures in his hands, carrying it on his back. Behind him, the sword in his left hand turned and placed it in front of Ming Xin.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin's eyes widened: "Uncle Qi, can you fly?!!"

The young Taoist shook his head and replied: "It's just that Yuan Qi pulled the vitality and caused a gust of wind to lift me up."

"It's not the wind."

The old Taoist couldn't help but said: "One gust of wind is not enough."

Qi Wuzhuo thought for a while and said: "I found that when Yuan Qi causes the wind to rotate, the force will become stronger, and if several storms rotate together, the repulsive force between each other can lift me, but the height and speed are not the same. There are limits, but if you can control Yuan Qi, you can do what you just did."

The old man reluctantly said: "Is it... you who taught me such a method?"

"It's faster to practice."

The young Taoist shook his head and said, "My teacher didn't teach me, I learned it myself."

The little Taoist priest's eyes widened, he pulled the young man's sleeve and said, "Can you teach me then?"

The young Taoist said gently: "Okay."

"I will teach you when I perfect it."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin said happily: "Then I want to choose a nice name!"

Qi Wuhuo patted his head, and the little Taoist priest looked at the teacher with a clear heart and said, "However, what Uncle Qi just said about Yuan Qi control is so difficult to understand. Teacher, can you explain it to me? That way I might be able to learn faster in the future.”

The old Taoist was silent, coughed, and said without changing his expression: "You little guy."

"The foundation of Taoism and practice is not enough."

"It's all in vain if I tell you."

"Well, when you reach my level, you will naturally understand. It will come naturally."

"Huh? Is that so?"

The little Taoist priest Mingxin was full of doubts.

The old Taoist's face turned red and he scolded: "Why don't you practice more quickly?"

"How could the teacher lie to you?!"

……………………

Qi Wuhuo was slowly stroking the differences and mysterious techniques of Xiantian Yiqi.

But in that extremely distant and ethereal realm, someone was playing chess.

A Taoist priest in Taoist robes with an upright and majestic face said calmly: "Brother Taoist was just distracted from the lower world, what did you do?"

The old Taoist opposite smiled gently and said, "It's just a momentary distraction."

Luo Zi, a middle-aged Taoist with a majestic face, said calmly: "Brother Taoist, I know even if you don't tell me."

He settled down, looked at the old man, and said, "I heard that Brother Dao recently accepted a disciple?"

"You call it Xuanwei?"

"I'm a little curious."