"This, this, this, let a little Heili Qi practitioner run rampant here, don't you think it will disgrace the body practitioner? Okay, I have helped you deal with his skeleton, now go and kill him."
"Ah", Huang Ming was stunned again, but he understood immediately.
The old man obviously wanted to kill the Heili monk, but because of the agreement that "high-level monks must not kill low-level monks without reason", he deliberately killed the skeleton and injured the Heili monk so that he could do the job for himself.
"Thank you, senior, I'll go right away."
Huang Ming was happy. The guy's magic weapon was damaged and his vitality was severely damaged. He was definitely no match for him now. So he waved the Fiery Flame Sword, turned around and rushed towards the Heili monk.
Seeing Huang Ming rushing toward him, Brother Heili quickly threw his "soul-calling flag" to the ground, stepped on it and wanted to run, but found that he couldn't move. He was secretly immobilized by the old man.
The result after that can be imagined. Huang Ming jumped in front of this man, then raised his knife and "poof", directly cut the Heili monk in half.
After killing Brother Heili, Huang Ming didn't dare to clean the battlefield to find storage bags or something. He quickly returned to the old man who was in the middle of the twelve orifices. He had to thank the old man for saving his life.
"Thank you, senior, for saving me."
Huang Ming cupped his hands and bent down to bow to the old man.
The old man shook his head: "I didn't save you. It was you who killed the Heili monk and it had nothing to do with me."
"Uh, yes, yes, that monk Heili was killed by me, and it had nothing to do with senior. Uh, junior Huang Ming, pay my respects to senior." Huang Ming bowed again.
"Your name is Huang Ming? Well, excuse me, you are a disciple of the Changlin Sect, right? Who is your master?"
The old man asked and looked Huang Ming up and down carefully.
"This, uh, I..."
Huang Ming didn't know how to answer. This was Daxia's infant cultivator. He didn't dare pretend to be a Daxia cultivator anymore.
"Why do you think so? I know all the five elders of your Changlin Sect. Who is your master?"
"This, uh, senior, actually I am not a disciple of the Changlin Sect, I am, I am a casual cultivator."
Huang Ming really doesn't dare to pretend to be a monk from another sect anymore. He is a body refiner, and there are only two body refinement sects in Daxia. Since this old man is not from the Changlin Sect, he must be from the Red Maple Valley. Huang Ming also Who can I impersonate?
"You are not a disciple of Changlin Sect, but a casual cultivator? What is a casual cultivator?" The old man was stunned for a moment.
"Well, how do you put this? Casual cultivators are, uh..."
Huang Ming stretched out a finger and started rubbing his eyebrows vigorously again. There were no casual cultivators in this world, so he had to have a reasonable explanation.
"It is casual cultivation, that is, self-taught without a teacher and self-taught."
"Self-taught without a teacher, self-taught?"
The old man frowned, but still didn't understand.
"Well, it means that after I realized the essence of martial arts, I did not join the martial arts sect. I practiced alone at home. I did not join any immortal sect after that. So I am a casual cultivator, also called independent cultivator."
"What? You haven't joined any sect? Little monk, have you done something sinister, so you dare not report yourself as a disciple? No wonder that monk Heili wants to kill you. Tell me, who are you?"
Not only did the old man not believe it, he also regarded Huang Ming as a bad guy.
"No, no, I am really a casual cultivator. I am such a senior. I have practiced martial arts with my father since I was a child. When I was five years old, I understood the essence of martial arts, but my father never did."
Huang Ming began to compile Journey to the West.
"My family, you originally wanted to send me to a nearby martial arts sect to practice martial arts, but I was still young and didn't want to leave my parents, so I stayed at home, but I didn't expect..."
Huang Ming stopped here. He didn't know what to say next. He had to think about it.
"What didn't you expect? Say it quickly, don't hesitate," the old man urged.
"Well, I didn't expect that the next year, a friend and I heard that the Wilderness Gate in Daxia was not far from our village, so we wanted to take a look. But we got lost in the mountains before we could find the Wilderness Gate."
"You ran to the Wilderness Gate at the age of six? That's not a place that children can go. Fortunately, you got lost. Oh, I mean, luckily you didn't find the Wilderness Gate. What happened next?"
The old man somewhat believed it.
After all, Huang Ming's acting skills are such that he can add two chicken drumsticks to his lunch box. Not only does he speak vividly, but he also expresses his emotions from time to time. It would be even more real if he could squeeze a few more tears out of his eyes.
"Later, because we couldn't find a way out of the mountain, my friends and I found a cave in the mountain to stay temporarily. We planned to cultivate to a certain level before we could find a way out."
"Cultivation? Two six-year-old children practicing in the mountains? How is it possible? Even if you are five-year-old and can understand your body and soul, martial arts still need more advanced skills to practice. How can you practice without skills?"
The old man began to have doubts again. Huang Ming's words were simply nonsense to him.
"We didn't know it at first, so we just continued to practice according to the original martial arts methods. Later we found out that it is impossible to cultivate true energy without authentic martial arts skills, so we decided to continue to find a way out of the mountain."
"Well, that's right. Only by joining a martial arts sect can you have authentic martial arts skills, and can you have the opportunity to cultivate your true energy and touch the spiritual orifices and spiritual roots. You made the right choice to leave the mountain and go home. What happened next?"
The old man began to believe it again. After all, what Huang Ming said was reasonable.
"Later, we walked around the mountains for seven days, but still couldn't find a way out, so we went back again."
"Going back again? Then, how did you practice afterwards?"
The old man was stunned, why had he changed again?
"I can't tell clearly. Anyway, it's impossible to practice martial arts according to the original method, so we figured it out on our own and tried to guide the essence of martial arts to the meridians of the whole body, which is the power of qi and blood."
"Oh, then how do you guide me?"
The old man became curious. What Huang Ming said was basically true. To understand the essence of martial arts in martial arts is to feel the power of one's own qi and blood. However, how the power of qi and blood circulates in the meridians requires martial arts skills.
"This can't be explained in a few words. Anyway, we just use our thoughts to guide the power of qi and blood we feel to the Dantian and the meridians of the whole body. We don't have any skills, so we can only rely on our feelings. We can guide it however we feel comfortable."
"How to guide as long as you feel comfortable?"
The old man frowned again, and there was something wrong with Huang Ming's words.
If the power of qi and blood is introduced into the meridians of the body without any skills, it is easy to go crazy. The power of qi and blood cannot be guided as comfortably as possible, and sometimes it is very painful.
"Yes, senior, we just guided as we felt comfortable, and in the end we really felt the true energy, so we practiced in the mountains for twenty years until my friend and I entered the Nirvana stage."
"Little monk, do you think I am a three-year-old child? You can still feel the true energy without practicing martial arts, and it only takes you twenty years to reach the nirvana stage? Is this possible? If you don't tell the truth, I will I’m going to be tortured”
The old man didn't believe it at all. Huang Ming's words were too false.
"Senior, I really didn't lie to you. We really guided ourselves however we felt comfortable, and it really only took us twenty years to reach the Nirvana stage. If you don't believe it, I can show you the cultivation method we studied."
After Huang Ming finished speaking, he took a jade slip from the storage bracelet and handed it to the old man.
