In the star official path, after resonating with the stars and completing the "opening", it means entering the realm of "nourishing qi".
The practice at this stage is simple and unpretentious, and continues to absorb spiritual essence. People are like wine pots, and spiritual essence is the wine in the pot.
Ji Ping'an practiced all night, and the spiritual elements in the Qi Sea gathered together, which meant that he could cast some extremely superficial spells, such as using the hidden power of Taiyin to cover his body's aura.
After reincarnation, he lost his cultivation, but his former enemies are still there.
In the early stages, he decided not to act too evil.
"The Three-Body Problem says that survival is the first necessity of civilization. Does this count as the law of the dark jungle?" Ji Ping'an thought boredly and couldn't help but laugh.
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In the next few days, Ji Pingan's life became boring and monotonous.
Considering that most "Si Chens" need time to understand the star map, the formal practice course is scheduled for a week later.
The news of the recommendation of the imperial master spread like wildfire, and initially attracted a lot of attention in the prison. However, when people learned why the Hanlin Academy came and that he had not "enlightened" for a long time, the attention dropped a lot.
Ji Ping'an was quite satisfied with this.
Except for practicing at night, he would lie on a wicker chair and read in his free time in the morning, reading new works published in the past century. He read very slowly, fearing that he would soon fall into the embarrassing situation of book shortage. In the afternoon, he would cover his knees with A blanket and some wooden ornaments carved with a carving knife.
Dolls, beasts, and half-human, half-demon monsters.
His carving is excellent, each statue is lifelike, and the wood texture is perfectly integrated with the characters. It is better than the best carpenter in Shendou.
When finished, he would hang them on the branches of the old peach tree with red ropes, just like the prayer plaques hung on the big trees in the scenic temples in his long-lasting memories.
"Brother Ji, are you here?" At noon, a familiar voice came from outside the hospital. Shi Jilun, who was slightly fat and had sparse eyebrows, walked in with a smile.
The seven or eight classmates behind him were carrying large and small packages, and some were carrying pots on their backs.
Ji Ping'an smiled and nodded to everyone, and said curiously: "What are you..."
The little fat man laughed and said cheerfully:
"There are new dishes in the canteen today. Each of us, Si Chen, has a purchase quota, but it's not much. I'll put it all together. How about we all join in and have a hot pot meal. How about using your place to cook the food?"
There is a farm in Qintian Prison, and the array is arranged to ensure that there are fresh vegetables all year round, but the quantity is not large.
Shi Jilun visited today, with the purpose of having a dinner to connect with each other.
Ji Ping'an was in the limelight before, and it would have been too ugly to get close to him at that time. Now that there are rumors that his talent is mediocre, it is a good time to burn the cold stove.
With the status of being recommended by the Imperial Preceptor, no matter how poor his talent is, the governors will arrange a good official position for them to show their respect for the Imperial Preceptor.
"Brother Ji, is he in the courtyard? Is it convenient for us to talk?"
Before everyone's buttocks got hot, there was another knock on the door outside the hospital.
When the noble-looking Xue Hongjian walked in, he saw big faces. He was stunned for a moment, his expression unnatural for a moment.
Behind him were Junior Sister Wang, who came from a scholarly family, and a young man in brocade clothes who looked reluctant.
After what happened that day, although the astronomy students made various excuses, Xue Hongjian still decided to find an opportunity to make friends.
Based on a similar mentality, he and the little fat man coincidentally chose the same day to visit.
"Ahem, spiritual fruit wine was sent to me at home. Although it is not a fairy wine, it is somewhat beneficial to practice, so I thought of drinking it with... you all." Xue Hongjian picked up the wine jar and changed his words temporarily.
Ji Ping'an found it interesting. Seeing the awkward atmosphere, he smiled and said, "Now that the food and wine are all prepared, it can be said that we have a good understanding of each other. How about I cook? Everyone can sit down."
Everyone laughed and the atmosphere became warmer. No matter what they thought in their hearts, at least on the surface they were lively and busy.
"Is this the wood carving you carved? It's so amazing, it almost comes alive." Someone picked up a semi-finished product and couldn't help but exclaimed, "What is this carving? It looks familiar."
"I know, they are great monks from various races over the past thousands of years, human race, demon race, barbarian race... yes, I have seen it in the album."
There are portraits of powerful people from all ethnic groups in ancient and modern times in Qintian Prison for students to familiarize themselves with, which is also the basic knowledge in the spiritual world.
Everyone was amazed. They didn't expect Ji Ping'an to have such abilities.
"Hey, Junior Brother Ji, why don't the statues hanging on this tree have eyes carved on them?" an older student couldn't help but ask.
Only then did everyone notice that the eyes of all the statues were blank.
Xue Hongjian said:
"Could it be an allusion to pay homage to the finishing touch? In the previous dynasty, Zhang Sengyao, the painting sage of Molin, once painted a dragon for a Buddhist temple. The temple master did not know the real person and asked why he did not paint eyes. The painting sage reluctantly put down the pen, and the ink dragon immediately flew away. It is said to be a miracle.”
The young man in brocade murmured in a low voice: "You dare to compete with the painting saint by carving a few pieces of broken wood? Who do you think you are?"
Ji Ping'an smiled, rolled up his sleeves and threw Maodu and Huanghou into the pot. These people would not know that most of these statues were the enemies he had killed in his two lives.
Nor would they know that the painting saint Zhang Sengyao's "finishing the finishing touch" technique was taught to that stupid boy by himself.
I remember, that was hundreds of years ago, when I was still called "Li Yang".
As a reward for teaching, he once took the young painting saint to paint a portrait of "Huayang Zhenren", the first leader of the Taoist sect.
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When Huang He walked into the school building after lunch, he saw a group of doctors gathering together and discussing excitedly.
"What happened?" he asked curiously.
Dr. Zhao, who was close to him, pushed a few pieces of paper to him and said with joy: "The "Huayang Biography" has been finalized and has begun to be disseminated on a small scale."
Huayang Biography?
Huang He was startled and remembered the origin of this manuscript: the Taoist magic system originated from "Tao Zun" and has a long history. However, in the past few thousand years, the Taoist system has been dispersed.
It was not until six hundred years ago that Zhenren Huayang came into being and integrated the world's orthodoxy, and the current state religion of the Great Zhou Dynasty came into being.
In other words, if "Tao Zun" is the founder of the system, then Huayang is the founder of "Tao Sect" and the first generation leader.
He is a figure of the same era as Zhenren Liyang.
She is recognized as the most powerful woman in Kyushu for thousands of years.
Yes, "Huayang" is the name of a female crown, and the first-generation headmaster was a female monk.
As the driving force behind the compilation of "Yuanqing Grand Ceremony", Daomen has given Huayang Zhenren's biography a top priority, provided a large amount of historical materials, reviewed it for two years, added and deleted it nine times, and iterated the manuscript repeatedly, and now it is finally finalized.
"What's new in this? It's been changed so many times, and it's just a few word adjustments. Haven't everyone read the biography?" Huang He didn't understand.
Dr. Zhao smiled and said:
"You don't know something, don't you? This final draft has released several new contents, involving the privacy of the first generation leader. It is said that the Taoist sect repeatedly debated whether to make it public, and finally decided to make it public."
privacy?
Human beings naturally like to listen to gossip, especially gossip about big people. Huang He suddenly stopped feeling sleepy. He gripped the manuscript paper in his hand tightly, pulled up a chair and sat down, and asked, "What privacy?"
"Letter." Dr. Zhao said: "A letter to Master Liyang."
