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It was late at night, and Tudigong had already gone back to his small temple to study the magical method, and Ji Yuan also went back to the side room in the courtyard of Zhao Dongliang's house.

It's just that Ji Yuan didn't go to sleep directly, but sat quietly in front of the table in the house. There was an ivy sword on the table, his eyes were slightly closed, and his thoughts were in a state of half-awake, imagining the huge pill in the artistic conception. furnace.

The five colors of gold, water, wood, fire, and earth have already appeared on the furnace body of the artistic conception furnace, and the five colors of gold, water, wood, fire, and earth have changed, whether illusion or reality. The color and brightness of the fire unexpectedly showed a strange sense of introversion, mixed with the transformation from gray to brown to yin and yang in the brewing blaze.

The original real fire in the artistic conception furnace is described in Tongming Ce as the fire of divine will, black and white, two qi, one yin fire, one yang fire, and the mixture of the three forms one with infinite firepower.

This is an intuitive feeling of Ji Yuan, and he can even vaguely feel that the "virtual" fire of the original artistic conception, the "virtual" fire, already has a real bridge.

Affected by the memories of his previous life, this change made Ji Yuan unavoidably excited, and even wondered if it was the legendary "Sanmai True Fire".

But although I didn’t check what the real fire of Samadhi was in my previous life, I have seen descriptions of similar fires from Tong Ming Ce in this life. It is said that there are four fires in the human body. Qihai Minhuo, the last one is Xuanwu Shenhuo, which is the real fire in the furnace.

However, although Tong Mingce has a description of Confused Fire, there is no such thing as Samadhi True Fire. Danlu Shenhuo can be called "real fire", and little is known about other real fires.

"But in my situation, it's enough to say that a sentence of Samadhi is real fire!"

Ji Yuan murmured to himself with some pride, "Mei" here means mysterious and concealed, and the black and white "yin ambiguous real fire" and "yang ambiguous real fire" are another definition of ambiguity under Ji Yuan. .

After all, he has what others don't have, so it's not too much to name it according to the characteristics of fire, right? Well, it might be a bit arbitrary to think this way, but if you think about it another way, ninety-nine out of ten people who cultivate immortals definitely don't have it.

Then there is the influence left by the word "Chi", there is always a faint echo of Ji Yuan himself in the artistic conception, as if reminding Ji Yuan that the word is still there.

Whenever the pronunciation of the words is clear, Ji Yuan can vaguely see a thin layer of mysterious yellow air surrounding the Yijing pill furnace.

‘Could it be that Xuanhuang Qi is really a merit? '

Ji Yuan understood that that word was also an important opportunity for him tonight, he even heard the sound and understood it, and vaguely understood its essence, and if he wanted to confirm it, he had a suitable opportunity in front of him to try.

Thinking of this, Ji Yuan opened his eyes, looked directly at the sword on the table, and pressed his finger on the tip of the sword.

It's as if the thought moves with the heart, the body moves with the thought, at this moment Ji Yuan wiped the green vine sword with his sword finger, there was a burst of green energy flashing, there were also two colors of yin and yang flowing, and there was a small wisp of black and yellow energy from the artistic conception pill The furnace gushes to the fingertips.

"The decree becomes a spirit!"

A slight command sounded.

"Om~~~~"

The rust on the sword body was shaken away in an instant, and a three-foot-long sword actually floated two inches above the table by itself, and the sword body hummed softly, and the cold light continued to flow.

The spirituality conceived by the Qingteng sword directly turned into a sword spirit. It is absolutely well-deserved to say "immortal sword". Even though Ji Yuan's head is slightly dizzy at this moment, his face can't hide the color of surprise.

Although there must be a huge difference, this feeling has a taste of royal seal, at least Ji Yuan is willing to think so when he is intoxicated with himself.

"Tick tock~" made Ji Yuan look down and found a drop of blood on the table, and then felt itchy eyes and nose.

what's the situation?

Ji Yuan reached out his hand to touch the corner of the nose and eyes on his face, and found that it was actually bleeding, fortunately it was only a few drops, and it would have stopped.

'It seems that this edict cannot be used casually, but this time it will definitely not be a loss! '

With a wave of Ji Yuan's hand, a few drops of blood melted directly into the lamp oil on the table along with the traction, while he caressed the Ivy Sword like a big child who got a toy, causing the sword to fly from side to side and tremble from time to time. There is an image of yin and yang hidden on the upper surface, and it will attract a little bit of spiritual energy by itself.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the things used by "immortals" like those who cultivate immortals are all "immortal tools", but in the eyes of half-experts like Ji Yuan, just as Tong Mingce said, the word "immortal" has no meaning. It's so light, but even if the material of the Qingteng Sword is no more than ordinary iron, Ji Yuan dares to call it a fairy sword.

"Hey, tonight is really my chance night!"

In this kind of lingering excitement, Ji Yuan fell into a sound sleep on the bed, while the Qingteng sword lay quietly on the table without flying or shaking, as if it was the same as before except for no traces of rust.

. . .

In the morning, with the sound of cock crowing in the whole village, Zhaojiazhuang is peaceful and peaceful, and the festive meaning of the newlyweds is still strong.

Ji Yuan got up a little late today, and when he woke up, there were already a lot of sounds from the villagers working outside.

"Squeak~" With a sound of opening the door, Zhao Dongliang rushed to say hello as if he had been waiting.

"Morning, Mr. Ji! Our family cooked white rice porridge, and it's still hot!"

"Okay, thank you, Brother Zhao didn't go to help in the field?"

"Haha, I'm back from weeding."

Zhao Dongliang, who was talking, had already found a big bowl and went to the kitchen to help Ji Yuan serve the porridge, put some pickles on top and served it out for Ji Yuan.

Ji Yuan was not too polite, he picked it up and ate it, although he woke up a little late, but now the weather is hot, the porridge is still steaming hot and it doesn't burn his mouth, the entrance is just right.

Then Ji Yuan felt that even for him, it was a bit embarrassing to be stared at by Zhao Dongliang eating porridge, especially when he was sitting on the stool while the latter was squatting.

"Brother Zhao, do you know about the Landlord of Zhaojiazhuang?"

Zhao Dongliang's eyes lit up, and finally he could get close to Mr. Ji again.

"I know this. When I was young, I heard the old man in the village say that the land master of our Zhaojiazhuang is famous. I dare not mention the name. In short, it is the ancestor of the village. The ancestor lived to be a hundred years old. The famous birthday star, even the county lord has come to see it, and now there is still a plaque in the ancestral hall in the village, and then the predecessors started to pay homage, and came to pay homage as the land lord."

"Well, that's how it is!"

There is no thrilling story, but it is also in line with common sense.

Although it is not far from the small temple of the earth, Ji Yuan has no intention of avoiding it, and this is not to say bad things about people.

I chatted with Zhao Dongliang for a while, trying my best to satisfy Zhao Dongliang's curiosity about the outside world. If there are no accidents for a countryman like him, he will be married and have children in Zhaojiazhuang for the rest of his life. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. good.

After eating the porridge and resting for a while, Ji Yuan bid farewell to the Zhao family. Zhao Dongliang volunteered to help Ji Yuan carry the umbrella and take the luggage to the entrance of the village. Only now did he realize that the wooden box that Mr. Ji had been carrying was so heavy. .

When parting, Ji Yuan actually wanted to give Zhao Dongliang something, but there really wasn’t anything suitable to give. Giving money was too vulgar, and giving more or less would spoil the taste. Giving martial arts secret books was really inappropriate and might cause disaster.

In the end, I could only stop when I left for a certain distance after saying goodbye, and slightly bowed my hands towards the small temple at the head of the village.

"Trouble the Land Lord to take care of me!"

Zhao Dongliang was at the head of the village, looking at the figure who had originally left Ji Yuan, and suddenly turned around and bowed. He seemed to be muttering something, thinking it was towards him, and hurriedly returned the salute with an inaccurate posture.

I just felt that the direction of my husband was not right, so I turned my head subconsciously and saw an old man smiling at me in the direction of the Earth Temple. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. The temple is still a temple, but there are no people there.

"Oh my mother, it's broad daylight...!"

With a shiver, Zhao Dongliang hurried home.