"Fortunately, fortunately, you are not in a hurry to practice your internal skills again."
Master Yu Tu was sitting in the hall of Duke Zhuang's mansion.
This mansion, which has been built for decades, has mottled traces of dark wood. The layout is spacious and spacious, with low tables and cushions well-distributed. On each small table, there is a lamp that has not been extinguished for a long time and still remains. Some smoke.
The six generals have already left here and are busy on guard. The soldiers on duty are outside, at least twenty steps away from Master Yu Tu who is sitting alone in the hall.
As soon as the door was opened, sunlight poured into the slightly desolate hall from under the eaves, submerging most of the darkness in the hall, causing the columns and tables to cast oblique shadows on the ground.
At Master Yu Tu's greeting, Guan Luoyang pushed a soft cushion over with his feet, sat across the table and sat in front of him.
This kind of kneeling posture, also known as sitting astride a crane or sitting upright, makes Guan Luoyang a little uncomfortable.
The old Taoist priest opposite seemed to notice this, smiled slightly, and said: "You'd better sit cross-legged instead. The old Taoist is about to talk about something related to your internal strength. That posture is also more convenient for performing the exercise."
Of course, Guan Luoyang would not be in trouble with him. He changed his posture and sat down neatly. However, his back was straight, his shoulders were as sharp as stone, his breath was like green pine, and his robe sleeves were hanging down. Sitting cross-legged like this did not affect his respect and courtesy. perception.
The green-gold sword was put aside, with the tip of the sword pointing outwards, and lying flat on the ground. Guan Luoyang said, "What advice can you give me, Master?"
"Is this the newly created magic weapon of Sword Making Villa? There are no traces of military dissolution. Just like you now, pure and unsullied, as bright as a mirror, it can reflect your own heart."
Master Yu Tu smiled and said, "Do you know that you originally had a strong foundation and already had the Dantian, Xuan Pass, and purification of internal energy. Compared with the master, do you still lack something?"
Guan Luoyang said: "About a little inspiration? Have you set a concept for yourself that you can stick to for a long time and implement your thoughts into strength?"
He had made some inquiries at the Samsara Base, "discussions on how to advance to four stars on the military side", and many people had different opinions on the so-called original spiritual light used to transcend the boundaries of mortal races.
Some people talk about the formation of the inner light in a very noble way, as if they must regard a certain idea as the ultimate goal of life before they can take this step.
But more people sneer at this statement, because in the experience of many reincarnators, among four-star creatures, there are definitely more despicable ones than noble ones.
However, it is very difficult for these opponents to explain clearly what the original spiritual light is. In the end, they can only characterize the original spiritual light as "requiring an idea, but it is not necessarily noble, and it does not necessarily have to be the most important idea." A very vague statement.
"Aura?"
Master Yu Tu repeated softly, after a while, nodded and said, "This statement is quite appropriate. If the old Taoist understands correctly, in fact, the initial foundation of your internal strength is not cultivated by yourself, but through a certain Was it given to you by a master?"
Guan Luoyang's eyes moved and he nodded: "That's right. Could it be that my delay in seeing the master's realm clearly has something to do with this initiation?"
"It has some influence. Not only did your foundation come from the initial initiation, but the vitality of this foundation is neither high nor low. It happens to be stuck at the state where you first entered the master. And the subsequent cultivation is too fast and complicated. A little too much will turn your cultivation into a puddle of muddy water, which will naturally make it more difficult for you to find spiritual light."
Master Yu Tu said, "So now you have to rebuild your inner strength and regain your vitality. This is just an opportunity for you to take advantage of the situation and step into the realm of a master."
The old Taoist priest's two skinny fingers touched Guan Luoyang's wrist again.
The light ink color surges in the field of vision, and the smooth picture conveys a classic about the pure and subtle use of internal energy in the world today.
Guan Luoyang was surprised and said: "This is the Sutra of Inaction?"
Master Yu Tu smiled and said: "You are using the wasteful chapter of the Wuwei Sutra. Your original skills have been dispersed. If you want to reunite your vitality, naturally it is most appropriate to practice the Wuwei Sutra."
Knowing that he had obtained such an article of skills, it was still a magical skill from someone else's sect. Guan Luoyang was naturally a little grateful, but at the same time he was also a little confused and said: "The real person just said that my practice was too complex, which is already a little detrimental effect, and I want to If I practice the Wuwei Sutra again, wouldn't it be more complicated?"
"That's ridiculous."
Master Yu Tu said, "The reason why your previous skills were messy is because the skills you acquired are like gravel, rocks, gold and iron. Although they are different in nature, they are all stubborn and difficult to change, while the Wuwei Sutra is like Flowing water.”
"You put sand, stone, and iron together in a bucket. If you shake it a little, there will be gaps everywhere, and they will collide with each other, which will naturally stir up dust. But if you pour water into it and solidify it, it will be tougher than dry sand. With the incomparable softness of gold and iron, yin and yang can coexist..."
The dust in the air floats freely in the early morning sunshine, and is pushed by the wind blowing slowly from the outside. It floats towards the pillars and tables. Some of them spin out of the way after encountering them, while others slowly move away. Slowly attach to it.
The bright light in the room and the passing wind and dust have gradually faded away. Only an old man and a young man sitting across the table, holding hands, and the old voice seems to be leisurely for eternity, making the sun and moon go away, and the mountains and rivers are vicissitudes of life. The color has faded.
The words and illustrations in the field of vision, accompanied by the old Taoist priest's eloquent voice, gradually flowed to the end, deeply remaining in Guan Luoyang's memory.
Guan Luoyang also felt that the old man opposite him showed his state of mind in Quan Zhi Quanzhen without any hidden secrets.
His foundation was completely destroyed, his power was destroyed, and his realm was so high that it almost became a burden, as if a majestic palace was propped up on a lonely and scarred stone pillar.
I don’t know when, the castle in the air will lose its last lone support, turn into a torrent that covers the sky, collapse completely, and return to the earth.
It is a state where ink marks are freely swayed, from shallow to deep, painting clouds, turquoise, old dreams of cold mountains, only shadows and broken lamps, and everything between the fingers.
Guan Luoyang closed his eyes and concentrated, going through everything he saw in his mind, and suddenly opened his eyes again and said: "Senior, you are still in the realm, how can you not be able to tie a chicken with your hands?"
Master Yu Tu was surprised and said: "The secret door of the mind, the mystical power of the spirit, how can it interfere with the real thing without the help of the true energy of the body as a matchmaker?"
Guan Luoyang flipped his palm and clasped Master Yu Tu's wrist: "Senior, look into my eyes!"
His eyes suddenly widened, and for a moment, the surrounding dust and light seemed to be pushed away by his eyes.
In the darkness of the moment, only those eyes burst out with brighter light.
Thin electric light danced in his eyes, real electricity escaped, the long hair held up by the hosta was slightly fluffy, and the air became noticeably dry.
The impact of the loss of internal strength on Guan Luoyang is less than what Yu Tu Zhenren expected. Even if even the blue bird's vitality has been exhausted, he can still use his body and spirit to burst out with strength that can easily destroy the giant rock. force.
Master Yu Tu's body shook uncontrollably, and his sleeves made a crackling sound when they touched the smooth tabletop.
The slight sting caused by the static electricity made Master Yu Tu look astonished.
"Surprisingly, it's still possible to do this..."
Master Yu Tu murmured to himself and laughed. The old man's eyes couldn't bear the stimulation, and he soon burst into tears from laughter.
Guan Luoyang let go of his wrist.
Master Yu Tu wiped away his tears with the palm of his hand and sighed: "It turns out that there is an instinct in the human body that can turn the spiritual power into thunder. Unfortunately, the old Taoist body is so decayed. Even if I get your secret method, I can only talk about it. Just for my own entertainment."
Guan Luoyang thought: "This..."
Master Yu Tu raised his hand, interrupted his words, exhaled slowly, with a pure smile on his face: "I am satisfied that I can save a little. You are at a critical moment now, so you don't have to worry about me anymore. "
"Without further delay, after you go back, keep your spirits up, take some pure water and food, and then you can start to rebuild your foundation according to the Wuwei Sutra."
"The spiritual power in your mind is more arrogant than the old Taoist thought. Perhaps after truly stepping into the realm of a master, you will have a smooth road to rapid progress."
Master Yu Tu showed an expectant look on his face, stroking his beard and thinking deeply, after deliberation for a long time, he added, "About that realm, the old Taoist only has a few empty words for you to listen to."
"Human life is limited. It would be too troublesome to establish a new concept for oneself only when he has cultivated to the level of a master, and then persevere until he gathers spiritual light."
"Spiritual light. It illuminates all things. Only with light can we distinguish between me and it. Only with light can we see it and me. It is people, animals, vegetation, world conditions, and the world."
"From the time everyone is born, through various experiences, and growing mentally and physically, they are constantly condensing this spiritual light."
"Those who are optimistic about destiny will be happy when they see water, wind, and clouds. Those who are lazy and idle will look at the sun and moon and think of the time when they fall back home. Looking at tigers and leopards, they will also want them to sleep peacefully..."
"Narrow and despicable people judge others by themselves, and see evil in everything. Those who are ambitious and strategist, play people like chess, and are cautious, are also a kind of spiritual light... Everyone has his own heart, and the so-called master is just Good at finding and refining.”
"The realm you are seeking may not require you to think too much about ideas. You just need to think about how you have gotten along with the world since you were a child."
Because of these charming words, Guan Luoyang sat there quietly, naturally falling into memories.
It's just that in the life he has experienced, the world has changed several times. To say that there is something that has remained constant and has never changed, for a while, I really can't think of it.
The spirit of justice and heroism?
Let Guan Luoyang in those early days of peace act bravely and draw blood, but he may not have the courage. Even if you meet a beggar who looks pitiful, you may have many concerns before giving money, which is far from being decisive.
And Guan Luoyang like that is already an adult and has truly occupied three-quarters of his life.
Should we ignore those three quarters and start counting after the first time travel?
Although Master Yu Tu had told him to go back quickly without further delay, seeing him thinking so deeply now, he didn't bother him.
The old Taoist priest turned away his eyes, stroking his beard and looking into the distance, looking at the cloud sky in the courtyard outside the hall. In his heart, he was recalling the inspiration that Guan Luoyang had brought to him before. The huge realm quietly melted a corner, slowly slowly Slowly flow out, trying to turn into low and invisible electricity, circulating and radiating.
His expression moved slightly, his eyes lowered, and he saw Xu Boyuan walking with the support of two soldiers, stroking his chest.
"Master!"
Xu Boyuan quickened his pace and came to the table. Although his steps were still a little unsteady, he immediately went to grasp the old Taoist priest's pulse.
Master Yu Tu raised his hand to hold him, asked him to sit down on the side, and said: "No need to diagnose, the old Taoist didn't suffer any more injuries, but you, how are your injuries?"
Xu Boyuan noticed that his master's hands were stronger than before on the mountain. He was surprised and happy in his heart. He also suspected that it was an illusion that he was seriously injured and weak. However, he really could not see any external injuries, so he calmed down.
"This must be Shaoxia Guan. I heard from Brother Qian Wanliang that thanks to Shaoxia Guan he visited Laojun Mountain at night and resisted Xu Miyuan. This kind of kindness will be deeply touched and unforgettable."
Xu Boyuan saluted him, and Guan Luoyang raised his hand to block him: "Taoist Master, you don't have to be like this."
Speaking of visiting Laojun Mountain at night, Guan Luoyang suddenly remembered something, "But I have a doubt, which I never had time to ask before. I heard that Master Tianfang of Laojun Mountain is also a master master, but when I went up the mountain, I didn't seem to see the masters fighting. Mark of?"
Xu Boyuan said: "A few days ago, Master Master, I calculated the season correctly. On the Yunjian Stone on the Mystic Devil Cliff in the Snow Ridge of Tianshan Mountains, the cold soul of clouds was almost mature. The old wounds to the master had withered away. My body is very beneficial to my spleen, so I traveled at night and under the stars to the Mysterious Demon Cliff."
Master Yu Tu sighed beside him.
Xu Boyuan quickly took out the base of the five-color seal and said: "Brother, the master master, possesses the five-color seal. What Pindao practices is the Five Elements Destruction Palm. As long as you put your own power into it, even if the senior brother is far away in the Tianshan Mountains, there will be I sensed that there was an emergency at the door and rushed back immediately."
Guan Luoyang asked: "Can't we just make an emergency report and not send out accurate news?"
Xu Boyuan shook his head: "The agreement that senior brother left behind when he left was just that if you strike three times, you will be alerted, and you will come back as soon as possible. If you are alert six times, you will be in urgent need. Even if you give up the clouds and cold souls, you must return to the mountain."
Guan Luoyang was not too optimistic and said: "Then if he returns to Laojun Mountain and bumps into Shao Lingxiao and the others alone, wouldn't it be a big mistake?"
Xu Boyuan was about to pour his power into the five-color seal base. When he heard this, he couldn't help but slow down his movements.
Although his senior brother is similar in age to Shao Lingxiao, it is said that Shao Lingxiao has already entered the realm of grandmaster when he was twenty-three years old, while his senior senior brother is thirty-four years old and only became a grandmaster nine years ago. .
just in case……
"No need to hesitate."
Master Yu Tu shook his head with a complex expression and said, "Tianfang has been strong-willed since he was little, and he has been straightforward in doing things. After becoming a master, when traveling around the world, he must climb mountains and tread water, and he will not take detours. When he comes back from Mystic Demon Cliff, he must first pass by Xiushuo City. If he feels that I am here, he will come to see the old Taoist first."
Xu Boyuan didn't hesitate any longer. He held the stone plate on the base with his left hand and moved the five colors of black, white, red, yellow and green between the five fingers of his right hand. He pressed down with his palm and vibrated six times in a row.
………………
A thousand mountains away.
On a cliff in the Tianshan Mountains, there is a huge boulder extending beyond the cliff, like a dragon's tooth lying horizontally, and like a broken bridge, hovering over a deep valley and natural chasm.
It's steep and windy, and the snow turns into ice, which is extremely thrilling.
The Taoist priest in feathers and stars is sitting cross-legged on this ice rock. He has a young appearance, his eyebrows are like sharp knives, his nose is like a spring mountain in profile, his cheeks are thin, and there is an everlasting coldness in his body, which should be gentle. The feather-clad Taoist robe remained motionless in the cold wind that cut his face like a knife.
It seems that the wind and snow in the Tianshan Mountains, the lonely soul that has been calling for hundreds of years, condensed the essence, and was lucky enough to transform into such a mountain god.
Suddenly, a five-color halo bloomed from his heart, revealing his clothes.
After one strike, two strikes, and three strikes, the Taoist's expression remained unchanged.
Until six vibrations.
Master Tianfang's eyebrows were like two long horns, raised and raised, and he held his heart silently, feeling the tremor caused by the resonance of the five-color seals.
On the peak opposite the cliff, a voice came from the confused white mist.
"Headmaster Tianfang has agreed to a five-game bet to decide who Yunxu Hanpo will belong to. You will win two and lose one. In the fourth game, it will be us, the six monsters of Mystic Demon Cliff, who will come up with the question again, right?"
Master Tianfang said without any hesitation: "The Yunjian Stone is a natural treasure. One drop of dew in three years will take a hundred years to condense the soul. I have been guarding the six for many years, which can be regarded as preventing the cold clouds from condensing before it condenses. I was harmed by the snowman and snowbird, so I surrender three points and accept the bet..."
A shouting voice came from the other side.
"Hahahaha, three points, we are just bored and playing with you. Now you mean to turn against us, right?"
A strange, hoarse and low voice continued: "We know you are the master, but when the Glacier Sect was still there and Old Glacier was still alive, we were not afraid of him."
He sneered, "Is fame in the world and the status of a master so rare?"
"If you want to fall out, why don't we six old guys dare to accept it?"
"Just treat this fourth game as a martial arts fight and let us weigh your weight."
Their voices were wild, as if they didn't care that shouting on such a high snow-capped mountain would trigger an avalanche. In fact, such violent voices were restrained within a small area by the person who spoke.
Like a wave coming and going across the sky, the wave of antelopes hanging their horns only spreads from the opposite peak to the cliff.
A lot of the wind and snow here were shaken into powder, but in other places, the snowflakes remained the same without any trembling.
Master Tianfang sat quietly in the oncoming snow powder, his facial features were clear and unstained by the snow, and his voice did not even change: "Unfortunately, I have an emergency at home, so I can no longer play with the six of you, so I have to change my bet." , I hope you can forgive me."
"Don't talk nonsense. The first game is closer than the sound transmission. The second game is better than the boiling stream. You win. The third game is better than looking far away in the snow and counting the hairs of an eagle. We are one step ahead. I have already won. Impatient with these tricks.”
The voice that had laughed before shouted, "Even if you don't speak, I'm going to have a head-on fight with you in this fourth round."
The man flew up from the opposite peak, breaking through the snow and fog in one fell swoop, revealing a linen robe. His hair and beard were already as white as snow and fluffy, like a rare snow giant ape.
The second among the six monsters of the Mystic Demon Cliff, he jumped over the cliff chasm, and when he punched out, the surrounding ice and snow seemed to suddenly stop.
The white snowflakes, hovering in the air, condensed and expanded for the second time. From the original state that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye, they expanded into ice-blue snowflake-like ice crystals.
Each piece of ice crystal is the size of a palm, crystal clear and flawless, and together they reflect a vague shadow of a fist approaching.
The purity of the true energy of this punch has exceeded the limit of a first-class master.
Tianfang Zhenren stood up and was punched in the chest.
The snow-haired weirdo succeeded with a punch, and all the power was blasted into the opponent's body, but he was also a little surprised, as he didn't expect to hit him so easily.
After all, the opponent was also a master. He suddenly thought that Tianfang Zhenren might have some counterattack skills that came first, so he walked away with his fist and jumped back.
The six monsters all appeared on the peak, with sackcloth and snowy hair, and similar attire.
"Tianfang, what do you mean?"
Master Tianfang looked straight over there and said: "What I said about modifying the bet is that when I walk towards Yunxu Hanpo, the six of you can attack me as much as possible..."
He stepped out of the cliff in one step and walked in the air. Wherever he passed, the crystals of ice and snow turned into bright red flames.
The fireworks swayed, bright red, and more and more, thousands of red flames like flowers, filled the void in front of the cliff, and floated to the top of the mountain.
The flames across the peaks and cliffs contrast with the vast ice and snow, making them look like commonplace objects.
"I won't fight back."
