Red Heart Survey

Dao veins are the foundation of practice.

This "Tao" is not the Tao of Taoism, but the Tao of Dao. Practitioners of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Art of War, Mo, or other schools of thought must take the manifestation of the Tao as the first way of practice.

In ancient times, the so-called seeds of cultivation were those born with self-expression of Dao veins. But the human race doesn't decide their life based on their talents, and the Kaimai Pill is one of the ways to solve their cultivation aptitude.

Borrowing the power of elixir to manifest the human body. It can also send out the vitality of the world and nourish the body. Qi and blood feed back, thus giving birth to Dao Yuan and embarking on the road of practice.

Speaking of which, compared to Zuo Guanglie's utensils destroyed by the explosion, the Kaimai Pill should not be considered precious.

But for this impoverished beggar, this is the only key to unlock the treasure of the human body.

The only way to die through hardships through the ages is to beg for God's grace at the end of life!

Now the beggar holds the key to his hope.

He is so devout.

He held the jade bottle with trembling hands, aimed at the mouth of the bottle with trembling lips, and fell down!

Beside him is the silent Poguan, in the distance are the corpses of a group of beggars, and beside him are broken bones and flesh.

At this moment, the sun is setting and the clouds are scattered in the sky. Corpses lie in the wild, while sick beggars swallow pills.

Kaimai Pill rolled down the tip of the tongue, turned into a warm current down the throat, and scattered into the limbs and bones.

The beggar closed his eyes slightly, and thousands of images circulated in his mind at this moment.

Work hard in the cold and summer, and practice swords in the spring and autumn.

Hunt down the thieves and fight the thugs.

In the end, he walked down from the Xishan Mountain where the bandits gathered alone, turning into a blood man.

Only then did he get an Opening Pulse Pill.

How many years did he use to get close to the extraordinary world?

He tried his best, he struggled all the time, how did he get to this point?

The mother died early, and the father who died of illness almost exhausted the last remaining money of the family.

He was alone, and he was his own support.

After a thousand-mile competition, he was admitted to the Daoist Academy, and won the first place in the fiercely competitive outer courtyard, and finally grasped the key to the extraordinary for the first time.

But then...

It is poisoning and besieging.

He fought desperately to find a way out, and in order to avoid being searched, he mixed into the crowd of beggars.

I wanted to wait for the opportunity, but my body couldn't hold on anymore.

He became weaker and weaker, and finally he could only lie hopelessly on the straw pile, waiting for death.

He dragged his sick body and struggled out to search the battlefield, just because of a heart that would never give up, but he didn't expect that he could pick up a pulse opening pill!

Why would an existence as strong as Zuo Guanglie carry a pulse-opening pill on his body? This reason has ended with his legend, and no one knows anymore.

But the story of the beggar has a new chapter.

Fate is unpredictable, nothing more than this.

The beggar turned his mind and felt the indescribable changes in his body.

He felt the warm force emanating from every corner of his body, "swimming" through his body in some way he couldn't understand, and finally converged to the spine.

The process is slow and clear.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a weak force rising from the tailbone, going up and up along the spine. It feels like there is an earthworm, swimming upstream in the river.

This process is very difficult, but the warm force from all parts of the body keeps relying on it... "Little Earthworm" finally swam through this long journey, penetrated the ridgeline, and went straight to the sky!

A miracle happened.

He seemed to see light in his body.

Warmth bursts from every corner of the limbs and flesh.

He is no longer aware of cold, no longer weak, no longer in pain.

The Dao veins are now present, and the vitality is nourished.

The beggar opened his eyes, and his pupils were shining brightly.

He felt that his body was full of strength, and he finally controlled his destiny again!

His Dao veins have already appeared, and even though the true spirit of Dao veins is just a lowly earthworm, it also means that he can officially enter the path of transcendence.

Flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, entering and exiting Qingming, is no longer an unattainable dream!

One day, Gong Yangbai, Mo Jingyu, even Zuo Guanglie, Li Yi...these great figures, what they can do, he can do too!

...

The beggar stood up and stared at the pile of minced meat under his feet.

Life stares at death, the opening and the ending.

He buried Zuo Guanglie and the beggars outside Poguan. Rao was full of energy at the beginning of his Dao veins, and he didn't finish his work until the middle of the month.

This is a trivial matter that may be useless, but it is the truth he practices.

Although the group of beggars chose to abandon him when the danger came, they did not abandon him in the wilderness when he was dying. Although he could not seek medical advice for him, at least he was given a few sips of water to drink.

Based on these, if possible, they should be buried in peace. It is not that you will suffer in this life, and you will still be helpless in the next life.

People believe that you can be safe in the soil. Only in the embrace of the vast and merciful earth can the dead souls rest in peace.

Finally, the beggar stood in front of Zuo Guanglie's grave.

"The person who buried you is not someone unknown, Fenglin City, Qinghe County, Zhuangguo..." The beggar stood in front of the small grave under the moonlight, his body was dirty and his hands were muddy, but he straightened his back and said his name calmly: "Jiang Wang."

The tiger is unwritten, but has the spirit of eating cattle.

"You didn't die in an unknown place. This place is called Zhenzhenguan. Although the inscription on the plaque is hard to read and the name is unknown, it will definitely be known to the world because of you!"

After saying these words, Jiang Wang bent down and bowed seriously: "May you have a spirit in heaven and rest in peace."

This bow was not only because of the opening pill left by Zuo Guanglie, but also because of the compassion, magnanimity and bravery he showed.

People like Zuo Guanglie deserve any respect.

Tonight is the full moon, and the bright moon shines on the new tomb.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing in the dark.

Jiang Wang saw a little silver light floating from Zuo Guanglie's tomb, slowly rising in the moonlight, converging into a small, silver crescent moon. It floats above the new tomb, within Jiang Wang's reach, appearing mysterious and noble.

"This is……"

Jiang Wangfu is in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the silver crescent moon.

It was dark.

In the almost endless darkness, a gentle voice sounded. This voice seems to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and the mysteries of the Dao, and hearing it makes one feel refreshed.

"Welcome to the Lord of the Blessed Land of Dongzhenxu!"

In the next instant, a single point of light appeared, and countless points of light appeared.

Countless lights obscured his vision, and when Jiang Wang recovered his vision again, he saw a bright galaxy surging in the vast darkness in front of him!

And in front of Xinghe, there is a young boy.

This person's eyes are clear, his nose is high and straight, and his expression is so gentle that he doesn't seem to be aggressive at all. Only his slightly pursed lips show a trace of stubbornness. Except for a Taoist robe of invisible material, there is no other decoration on his body.

Jiang Wang was stunned.

Because this young man was himself. Although he was dressed differently and was much cleaner and fresher than his current state, how could he admit that he was wrong?

And he was "seeing" himself, in a non-visual sense, from some angle that he could not yet comprehend.

"The Daoyuan feedback is insufficient, and the 19th floor of the lecture platform is sealed."

That gentle voice sounded again in the vast starry sky.

"Eighteen layers of seals on the podium."

...

"The seal on the second floor of the podium."

Every time this sentence appeared, the galaxy in front of him became dimmer.

Jiang Wang tried to understand what he had observed, and then heard:

"The seal of the Third Grade Sword Discourse Platform."

"The seal of the Fourth Grade Sword Discourse Platform."

As before, it continued until the "eighth-rank sword theory seal." It didn't stop.

Jiang Wang didn't understand the meaning of this, but it probably had something to do with his low strength. The so-called "Lord of the Blessed Land of Dongzhenxu" should be Zuo Guanglie, not him.

At the same time, he observed a line of text that he had never seen floating in his sight.

This character is completely different from the characters of the Zhuang Kingdom that he has learned, and it is extremely strange to him, but he clearly perceives the meaning of these characters.

"Gong: 1850 points."

While Jiang Wang was pondering, the self he "saw" suddenly took a step forward and became one with him.

This process was so short that it could almost be omitted. Jiang Wang moved his hands and feet, and everything was satisfactory. In this mysterious world, he finally has some kind of entity.

And at the next moment, the stars in the vast void suddenly churned, and a whole river of bright stars rushed towards him!

He is drowned in the galaxy.

Time seemed to have lost the meaning of passing. When Jiang Wang came back to his senses, he had already appeared in a space filled with immortal energy, and many messages flowed through his mind at the same time.

This is a world of illusory realms, and the blessed land of Dongzhenxu where he lives is surrounded by this world.

The silver crescent moon he grabbed was called the Void Key, and it was the key to enter here. It uses the power of the lunar star to pull the host's spiritual consciousness into the illusory realm.

Everything here is simulated, except that it will not cause damage to the host's real body, everything is the same as the real situation.

Daotai is a place for deduction of martial arts and Taoism, and the consumption required for deduction is "gong".

The Sword Discourse Terrace is dedicated to traveling through the illusory realm and competing with other cultivators.

The generation of "gong" mostly comes from battles, fighting at the same level, winning will add merit, and losing will deduct merit. There are corresponding bonuses for higher-level challenges.

In addition, there are some other ways. For example, the corresponding Dongtianfudi will have "gong" output on a regular basis.

Among the seventy-two blessed lands, the Donghai Mountain blessed land ranked the lowest, with a monthly production of one hundred merits. As for the lower thirty-six blessed lands, every time you upgrade to one level, the labor power will increase by ten. Every time the upper thirty-six blessed lands are upgraded to one level, the birth power will be increased by one hundred.

The blessed land of Dongzhenxu occupied by Zuo Guanglie ranks 23rd, and can produce 1,850 points of gong every month.

This is Jiang Wang's current accumulation.

Although the specific effect is not yet clear, Jiang Wang has already heard his own intense heartbeat.

This place... this place!

This splendid world of galaxies seems to hide a huge secret.

Just the lecture platform and the sword discussion platform displayed by it unfolded a vast and turbulent world.

Demonstrating Taoism in Fudi, discussing swords in Xinghe, how majestic and magnificent!

Before today, Jiang Wang had never even heard of its name.

His mood was turbulent for a while, until he cast his eyes on a phantom sundial and saw this line of text:

The owner of the blessed land will accept the challenge of the twenty-four green jade altar masters of the blessed land in thirty days.

Failure will be downgraded.

The five characters are black and black like ink, and each character is like a thousand jun.

"The only one who dies through hardships through the ages, and begs for God's grace when he dies." The original sentence is "The only one who dies through hardships through the ages, is the only one who dies in sorrow." I changed the second half of the sentence.