In this world, only by becoming an absolute strong man can you be proud of the others. Nowadays, it is difficult for Lu Xuan to find anyone who can match him among his peers, but these old monsters from the hidden sect are an absolute threat.
Lu Xuan was still eager to become stronger. Nan Batian looked at the burning color in his eyes and said with a smile: "Your current practice should still stop at body training!"
"Is there any other way to practice?" Lu Xuan asked in surprise.
"Of course," Nan Batian said seriously: "Otherwise, martial arts has already reached its peak, so how can we go further."
Lu Xuan's eyes flickered and he said, "Old man, stop being so secretive and tell me quickly."
"Ha ha!"
Nan Batian laughed: "Don't you understand what I mean? You are such a smart person."
Lu Xuan was startled and murmured to himself: "Since it's not body refining, then it's qi refining?" "You're not stupid enough," Nan Batian said plausibly: "The so-called qi refining is of course the cultivation of the true qi of the Dantian. The potential of the human body has been stimulated to a certain extent and has reached its peak. If you want to transcend the ordinary and become a saint, the true energy of the Dantian must be more vigorous and surging.
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The more Lu Xuan listened, the more mysterious he became, and he said meaningfully: "Why do I feel like practicing Qi is cultivating immortality?"
"puff!"
Nan Batian almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and said angrily and amusedly: "It's not as magical as you said. No matter how powerful we humans are, we can't escape the natural laws of birth, old age, illness, and death."
As he said this, a look of sadness appeared on Nan Batian's brows. Given his age, if he hadn't been an extraordinary and powerful man, he would have been in a coffin long ago.
But Nan Batian can't live for many years. Who is not afraid of death, and who doesn't want to live forever.
If Qi refining can really lead to immortality, then those old monsters must be able to stay young forever. Lu Xuan couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the appearance of the old woman just now.
Lu Xuan also thought of this, no one can escape the six paths of reincarnation.
Lu Xuan was not afraid of death. In fact, he was more afraid of eternal life. Watching his relatives and friends slowly disappear one by one in front of his eyes was the most terrifying thing in the world.
Growing old together with beautiful wives is the happiest thing.
"Refining Qi is to make martial arts stronger," Nan Batian said, "I think you must and hope to take a step forward in strength."
"Well, old man, I understand what you mean, and I will understand it slowly," Lu Xuan said seriously.
However, Nan Batian suddenly smiled slyly and said: "If you worship me as your master, I can teach you a secret formula for refining qi. How about it? After all, your master Mo Yuntao does not have the internal skills and mental methods for refining qi!"
"No need," Lu Xuan shook his head and said, "I do have a formula for inner strength and mental skills."
Lu Xuan refused so readily that Nan Batian was speechless for a moment. He blew his beard and glared: "You are such a stubborn kid."
As the leader of Tiandao Sect, even the Dragon King is an old monster who is afraid of him. How many people want to join Nan Batian's sect but cannot, but Lu Xuan refuses without even thinking. Can Nan Batian not be angry?
Ranre, what Nan Batian didn't know was that although Mo Yuntao was just a martial arts master and did not have profound internal skills, Lu Xuan was lucky enough to get the Yi Jin Jing, the most precious treasure of Shaolin Temple.
Now recalling the Yi Jin Jing, Lu Xuan has never understood the last few formulas. He always thought that the words in the Yi Jin Jing are methods for refining the body. Now that he thinks about it, these last few formulas must be methods for refining the Qi. .
The Yi Jin Jing, the most valuable martial arts treasure that everyone in the ancient martial arts world wanted to obtain, how could it possibly compare to the internal skills and mental methods that Nan Batian wanted to teach Lu Xuan.
Naturally, Lu Xuan would not tell Nan Ba Tian that he had Shaolin's Yi Jin Jing, which would only make Nan Ba Tian sulky.
"Let's see, I don't want you to be my disciple, how about joining my Tiandao Sect?" Nan Ba Tianyu Peak turned around and said calmly.
Lu Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "I'll think about it again!"
With such a lack of appreciation, if it had been anyone else, Nan Batian would have slapped him to death, but Nan Batian really liked Lu Xuan, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you! "
After saying that, Nan Batian turned around and walked out of the clinic without any further words.
Lu Xuan looked at his back, shook his head and said with a smile: "Old man, it's not that I don't want to join, but as a member of the Dragon Guard clan, can I join the sect casually?"
After Nan Batian left, Lu Xuan took back the Xuanyuan Sword. Thinking of the scene just now, he was really frightened.
"My strength is still not good enough," Lu Xuan murmured. He slowly clenched his fists and his eyes shone coldly. He seemed to be training harder.
"Uncle Master, why don't you come to eat?"
The voice of junior nephew Tang Miaomiao came from outside the door, and Lu Xuan quickly responded: "Come right away!"
It was another afternoon of consultation time, and Lu Xuan continued to shock the media reporters present with his miraculous medical skills. Tang Miaomiao believed that as long as these reporters went back and wrote reports, it would be another big news.
The rise of traditional Chinese medicine is unstoppable.
But what bothers Lu Xuan is that he can't stay in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital every day for consultation. After all, he is a person who can't sit still and has a very lazy personality.
Lu Xuan quickly thought of his uncle. Although his medical skills were not as good as his, as long as the disease was not difficult and complicated, he would still be fine.
Thinking of this, Lu Xuan made a plan in his mind, asking his uncle to take charge. If he encounters a complicated illness that his uncle cannot handle, then he will come back to play.
There was nothing he could do about it, Lu Xuan was used to being the hands-off boss, and he was happy and at ease.
Finally, after seeing patients for a day, Lu Xuan was so tired that he could hardly lift his eyelids. Tang Miaomiao had been standing behind him to help, but his legs were numb.
After the female reporters left one after another, Tang Miaomiao sat on a chair and beat her legs, pouting and saying: "Uncle, you see how tired I am. You want to treat me to dinner tonight."
Hearing this, Lu Xuan rolled his eyes angrily and said, "Miaomiao, you first need to find out who is helping whom, okay?"
Lu Xuan was recruited by Tang Miaomiao to be a sitting doctor, but Lu Xuan didn't want to come yet!
Tang Miaomiao blushed prettyly and said, "Okay then, can I treat you to dinner?"
"That's pretty much it," Lu Xuan said matter-of-factly.
"Jingle Bell--"
When Lu Xuan took off his white coat, the cell phone on his desk rang. He subconsciously looked over and saw that it was a call from Ning Wanxi, the beautiful CEO's wife. Last time Ning Wanxi was angry, Lu Xuan didn't even dare to call her back. His beautiful CEO wife couldn't be angry again and he couldn't coax her.
