Qi WuHuo had a peaceful spirit and did not notice anything different. When he opened his eyes while half asleep and half awake, he saw the old man sitting in front of him. The light around him was dim, like the afternoon sunset. The warmth and tranquility made people unconsciously relax and make him feel sleepy. There seemed to be a lamp made of insects covered with gauze on the table.
In a daze, it felt like I was still at home under He Lian Mountain, in that small courtyard.
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 Qi cultivation. He was feeling sleepy in the afternoon, 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 the words on it. After a long time, he said gently:
"Wu Huo, I have gone through a lot of things."
Young Daoist hummed.
The old man's eyes were gentle and he said, "How have you been during this period of time when Teacher is away?"
"Is there anything you like? And what have you seen before?"
Young Daoist replied, "Disciples have seen many things along the way."
old man stroked his beard and smiled gently, "Oh? Tell me."
Young Daoist slowly told the old man about his experiences, what he had seen and heard, and how he had experienced so much misery in the human world, just like when he was still living idle life under the mountain. The old man just listened to the young man talking about his experiences gently and quietly as he did then, and then he stroked his beard and said, "So it's not that long, but the experience is also rich."
"So without confusion, can you achieve anything by practicing this far?"
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?"
Young Daoist replied, "I know, but Teacher, disciple feels that I did not go wrong."
"It's nothing to do with personnel."
"Why is it called an immortal?"
"The disciple cultivated it, Human Dao."
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. It was like when the young man was sleeping peacefully at the foot of the mountain, and the old man just picked up all these white papers, then held a volume of Daoist scriptures and read quietly under the light. Time passed so slowly.
"Uncle-Master Qi? Uncle-Master Qi, wake up..."
"Are you sleepy?"
When young Daoist opened the door Mingxin, she saw young Daoist asleep on the table.
The white paper is all folded on the table.
So he cautiously walked over on tiptoe, 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-Master Qi~"
"The food is ready, do you want to eat it?"
"Want to eat? Want to eat..."
Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the top of his head. Old Daoist pressed his disciple with one hand, shook his head, lowered his voice, and said, "Be quiet..." Then he looked at the sleeping young Daoist, sighed, and said, "It seems that I don't know what I have gone through, and my mind is quite exhausted."
They saw young Daoist sleeping with his eyes closed and his eyebrows delicate.
He lost his normal chatting temperament and looked like a child.
He was originally a child.
Master old Daoist thought that at this age, they should be carrying swords on their backs and running around the world, going to see grass growing and orioles flying, and practicing with their senior sisters and brothers. What else could happen? Young Daoist Mingxin widened his eyes, stretched out his hand and poked young Daoist's cheek quietly, then widened his eyes, took it back, and whispered:
"Martial Uncle looks not much older than me!"
"Shh, keep your voice down."
"Let Master You sleep, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Old Daoist puts young Daoist in his elbow.
With old arms and legs, they had to tiptoe to walk out step by step. When the old and disrepaired wooden door made a squeaking sound when it was opened and closed, the Daoist priests, one old and one young, opened their eyes wide, held their breaths, and carefully opened the door. Then they slowly walked out, carefully closed the door, and then took a long breath, as if they had accomplished something great. They looked at each other and laughed together.
Only young Daoist is left here to sleep peacefully all night.
Qi WuHuo woke up with a slight itching feeling.
He opened his eyes drowsily, the sunlight was a little dazzling for a moment, young Daoist squinted his eyes, Little Peacock was gently pecking his cheek, Qi WuHuo pulled Little Peacock away, the latter opened his mouth, and when young Daoist woke up, he rubbed his face happily, and then Xingling shouted -
"A Qi, A Qi, hungry!"
"Hungry!"
Young Daoist is helpless.
Little Peacock seems to have a growing appetite.
I had to feel what it means to be a father and mother, soothed Little Peacock, and Qi WuHuo stretched out. Although he slept on his stomach all night, he did not feel any pain in his blood. At this moment, the essence and vitality had been combined into Primordial Prenatal Qi, young Daoist. There were some physical differences between Primordial Prenatal Qi, young Daoist and ordinary people. The vitality did not dissipate, and even if the blood was drained, he would not die immediately.
It has reversed three and returned to two.
When I went out, the sun was just right, the breeze was blowing on my face, my mind was at peace again, young Daoist was breathing out Qi cultivation there, looking serious, while old Daoist was just holding a volume of Daoist scriptures and reading it carefully, reading with gusto, that is, when Qi WuHuo came out, he put down the scriptures and nodded with a smile.
After Primordial Prenatal Qi level, there is no need to adjust the breath and internal energy.
The constituent elements of ordinary people are Primordial Spirit, vitality and essence.
Practitioners at this level are Primordial Spirit and Yuan Qi, which belong to the transition and change of life levels.
Ordinary people Complete Longevity are only a hundred and twenty years old, but at this moment Qi WuHuo can easily live to be more than three hundred years old.
The practice at this moment is no longer about meditating and adjusting the breath, but about operating oneself Primordial Prenatal Qi.
Controlling it with gods is called [fire].
The sun is its nature, Primordial Spirit also, the symbol of Daoism is [fire].
And waiting means to wait and see.
The word "Huo Hou" has spread from Daoism. It is used among the people and is often used to say whether something can be done or not. The explanation within Daoism is that fire, that is, Primordial Spirit is used to control the key points and opportunities for the flow and change of Yuan Qi.
It is the [heat] of practice, divided into [advance and retreat], [ascending and descending], and [priority].
There are the fires of literary cooking, the fires of martial arts, the fires of starting hands, the fires of resting, the fires of advancing yang, the fires of withdrawing yin, the fires of returning elixirs, and the fires of great elixirs. In addition, there are also the methods of increasing, decreasing, warming, and changing, which are particularly numerous. It can be seen that cultivation is also a delicate skill.
If you can't get True Disciple, even if you have the opportunity to step into Primordial Prenatal Qi, you can't go further and don't know how to polish it.
But even if you step into this path and get True Disciple, you will often make a wrong step, and there is no possibility of achieving a higher level.
Only for this reason can those who have passed through this complicated level be honored as [True Person].
It is very possible for people to achieve great things.
The Primordial Prenatal Qi produced through the practice of each ancient book has its own characteristics because it has different ascending and descending, advancing and retreating, and different priorities. It has a lingering Qi, and it also has a fierce and fierce Qi that never retreats.,Qi WuHuo is now only in <Primordial Sword Canon>, and sees the practice method given to him by Senior Disciple Sister Yu Miao, which contains the practice method of [Qi Refining].
So young Daoist just quietly held a book and sat down under the tree.
Young Daoist Mingxin feels miserable.
There are only three Daoist priests in this Daoist temple.
He is the only one who needs to breathe out and refine his energy!
What does my vomiting mean?
It's better to 'reverse'!
Go eat candied haws!
However, old Daoist rolled up the Dao Sutra, gently raised his head, and said, "Concentrate."
So young Daoist had no choice but to say honestly, "Oh."
Qi WuHuo was flipping through the Daoist scriptures, and he was actually 'looking' at the Primordial Sword Canon that his senior sister gave him. This is the self-created path of the Sword Immortal based on Taishang Xuanmen. The energy is extremely powerful and there is no way out; and Old Mr. Ao Liu The manuscript of, the chess game cloud and rain chapter also has the level content of Primordial Prenatal Qi, which is the way to move freely and calmly; the practice manuscript of my friend Mountain God has the path that he has found out by himself.
Regarding the operation of Primordial Spirit Yuan Qi, it is rough and majestic, but there are also occasional wonderful touches.
Tantai Xuan's <Record of Becoming Immortal>, in the end only the content of Primordial Prenatal Qi is reached.
There are many methods and insights from the Human World and Rogue Cultivator.
He is good at small-scale movement of Yuan Qi.
Young Daoist looked through it thoughtfully. Of course, Primordial Prenatal Qi, in addition to the longevity brought about by the qualitative change in life levels, was also able to finally cast spells in the air. Before that, even if your vitality was as majestic as the ocean, it was impossible to leave the body. This was a difference in level, so Qi WuHuo raised his finger slightly and pointed at the micro-traction.
Old Daoist noticed a breeze in the void.
Smile knowingly.
Sure enough, as long as a practitioner takes this step, it is impossible not to try it.
He was the same back then, but using Primordial Spirit to draw Yuan Qi, the principle is to use [2] to guide [3], but it is not that easy.
It was his first time to control an object that year, and it took him several days to succeed.
As for the traction spell, it took three months. This was because his foundation was solid, and practice is not that simple...
Suddenly the wind blew loudly.
Old Daoist raised his eyes in surprise.
A fallen leaf flew up, the wind was blowing, and then the sound of the wind changed slightly. The wind came, first blowing on the face like the light of spring, and then spreading. Old Daoist felt his beard and sleeves moving slightly, as if immersed in water, and his breathing had a faint feeling of stagnation. After an unknown long time, the Daoist robe suddenly shook open. Young Daoist Mingxin heard the movement next to him, and opened his eyes blankly.
Look around.
Seeing young Daoist over there with his eyes lowered, he sat under the old tree and read a book. After turning over a page of Daoist scriptures, Yuan Qi pulled and changed the surrounding storm. It was like a wave of vitality between heaven and earth, flowing and changing, like water swirling, roaring, and rising into the sky. However, the square inch where young Daoist was was unmoving. Qi WuHuo lowered his eyes slightly and said to himself, "So that's it..."
"In Old Mr. Ao Liu's Water Control Chapter, the clouds and fog are just changes of Yuan Qi."
"The technique can also be superior to the simplest wind control."
"I see, I seem to understand a little bit."
Old Daoist seemed to sense something was wrong.
This is clearly a simple method of using Primordial Spirit to control Yuan Qi and quickly trigger heaven and earth Primordial Qi to create a strong wind. Even a monk from the wild road can do it when he steps on Primordial Prenatal Qi. It is like a person waving his hand and there will be a little wind. The principle is actually just that the rapid circulation of Primordial Prenatal Qi caused the wind. However, something seems to have changed in an instant, and suddenly there seems to be a majestic atmosphere.
Young Daoist refers to the downward pressure.
"The wind is rising."
The strong wind was raging, old Daoist stood up suddenly, his beard and hair danced behind him, his eyes widened, in his Primordial Spirit perception, young Daoist sat there, countless The strong winds that were invisible to the naked eye gathered together, and finally turned into a dragon with beards and hair, its head raised and its tail lowered, roaring and chanting silently, accompanied by the Primordial Spirit surge of the young man, hovering in the entire Daoist temple, with a very calm appearance.
Old Daoist murmured, "Divine Ability?!!!"
Suddenly, there was a crash. Young Daoist Mingxin didn't pay attention. One of his small wooden swords was brushed by the wind and swept directly into the air. Young Daoist Mingxin suddenly stood up and said, "My sword!" He stretched out his hand to grab it, but old Daoist held it down and said, "Wait for it to fall."
But I heard a gentle voice. "I'll do it."
Young Daoist looked over, but saw that young Daoist had disappeared over there. When he was stunned, he saw a Dao Body figure go straight into the air, and directly grabbed the sword with just one hand. The strong wind circled around him, and young Daoist did not fall down as hard as falling from a high altitude, but fell slowly like a feather.
Holding the Daoist scripture in one hand and holding the sword in the other, Blue Daoist Robe danced fiercely, with his black hair slightly raised, and extremely calm, as if coming from the wind, and landed gently. The Daoist scripture was held in his hand, and he carried it behind his back. He turned the sword in his left hand and placed it in front of Mingxin.
Young Daoist Mingxin's eyes widened. "Uncle-Master Qi, can you fly?!"
Young Daoist shook his head and replied, "It's just Yuan Qi pulling the Yuan Qi and causing a gust of wind to lift me up."
"It's not the wind."
Old Daoist couldn't help but said, "One gust of wind is not enough."
Qi WuHuo 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 up, but the height and speed are limited. If you can control Yuan Qi, you can do what you just did."
old man reluctantly said, "Is it... you, have to teach such a method?"
"Those who practice are faster."
Young Daoist shook his head and said, "Teacher didn't teach me, I learned it myself."
Young Daoist's eyes widened, he pulled the boy's sleeves and said, "Can you teach me then?"
Young Daoist said gently, "Okay."
"I will teach you when I perfect it."
Young Daoist Mingxin said happily, "Then I want to choose a nice name!"
Qi WuHuo patted his head, young Daoist looked at Teacher clearly, and said, "However, what Uncle-Master Qi just said about Yuan Qi control is so difficult to understand. Teacher, can you explain it to me? That way I may be able to learn faster in the future."
Old Daoist was silent, coughed, and said without changing his expression, "You little guy."
"The foundation of Daoism 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?"
Young Daoist Mingxin looked suspicious.
Old Daoist's face turned red and he scolded, "Why don't you practice more quickly?"
"How could Teacher lie to you?!"
Qi WuHuo is slowly learning the differences and mysterious skills of Primordial Prenatal Qi.
But in that extremely distant and ethereal realm, someone was playing chess.
A Daoist priest wearing Daoist robes with a dignified and majestic face said calmly, "Brother Daoist was just distracted from the lower world, what did you do?"
Old Daoist on the opposite side smiled gently and said, "It's just a momentary distraction."
Luo Zi, a middle-aged Daoist with a majestic face, said calmly, "Brother Daoist, I know even if you don't tell me."
He settled down, looked at old man, and said, "I heard that Brother Dao recently accepted a disciple?"
"You call it Xuanwei?"
"I'm a little curious."