This joy made Wu Sheng withdraw from practice.
In front of him was red charcoal, burning without a trace, protecting him from the coldness of winter. The cold wind blowing in from outside the cave entrance blew the smell of charcoal into the depths of the secret cave, making the atmosphere in the cave very cold.
Thirteen-flavored spiritual materials lay quietly in front of his knees, as if nothing had happened, but Wu Sheng could tell that the colors of these spiritual materials showed subtle changes in the dark red firelight, with some turning white and some turning black. .
Wu Sheng was not in a hurry and climbed out from the entrance of the cave. It was dark outside, it was almost evening, and the fire inside the cave was well hidden. Occasionally, a few wisps of smoke drifted out, and it was almost undetectable. If you didn't go to see it, and if you didn't know that there would be smoke, you wouldn't be able to see it at all. come out.
When night comes, it becomes even more secretive.
Wu Sheng was extremely satisfied and used a bamboo tube to fill the snow in a distant place. He returned to the secret cave to boil water and heat rice. After a hearty meal, he continued to practice.
Mu Taoren told Wu Sheng that Qingmiao Xuan Gong was actually a method of refining alchemy. Wu Sheng also practiced according to this idea, using himself as the cauldron to refine spiritual materials. It's just that in the former assassin Wu Sheng's understanding, his own refining method is very strange. Others' refining methods - even refining elixirs inside the body, also require the use of fire, but his current refining method is more like absorption and screening. There is no fire in the body, just use the Tai Chi ball in the visualization to filter the spiritual power in the spiritual material into tiny grains of sand, sinking to the void below the navel, changing the nature of nothingness.
The speed of change is very fast. With practice again and again, the "points" of solidified void are increasing rapidly. By the seventh day, the solidified void has grown to the size of a fist. It is dark and round, invisible, but can be felt. , this is his Qihai.
Wu Sheng goes out to get some snow every day, and also walks around to see if there are any signs of intrusion. But for seven days, this forest seemed to be isolated from the world, without any interaction with the outside world, as if it was not in Leigong Mountain. Sometimes he would have the illusion that the old and young people in Hufang did not exist, and that being surrounded by the Chu army was just his imagination. Everything before was actually just a dream.
But he knew that this was not a dream, and the gradual growth of the Qi Sea was proof that he existed in this real world. On the fifteenth day, the solidified sea of qi was already the size of a human head, and then at a certain moment, it quickly condensed toward the center, and then spread suddenly.
The entire void space has been frozen, which can also be said to be completely occupied below the navel.
Look at the thirteen spiritual materials in front of your knees, whether they are black or white, they have all turned into powder.
The outline of the sea of qi has appeared. What we need to do now is to continue to condense the sea of qi and turn it into a real form.
At this moment, Wu Sheng suddenly felt a slight vibration on the ground, and the entire mountain seemed to shake. The shaking moment did not last long, just a moment.
He quickly got up, came to the entrance of the cave, and looked out through the gap. Unfortunately, he didn't see any changes, so he crawled out of the cave.
Flocks of birds, hundreds or even thousands, were hovering darkly above the woods. Wu Sheng's heart tightened, and he quickly climbed up the mountain. As he climbed, he reached a high place, far beyond what he had seen these days. scope of activities.
In an open place on the mountainside, Wu Sheng saw two Taoists in black standing on the top of the main peak, looking down at the valley; flags were fluttering at the north and east entrances of Leigong Mountain, and large groups of Chu troops in red uniforms were standing on the tenth. Led by several chariots, they rushed in; the rows on the central platform of the valley were blazing into the sky, and the last remaining old men, young men, monks, and sergeants on the tiger's side were running wildly, fleeing in all directions.
The sound of drums and horns, shouts of killing, and calls for help shook the peaks of Leigong Mountain!
The formation is broken! The tiger is finished!
Wu Sheng's eyes wandered around, looking for the figure of Mu Taoist, and also looking for traces of Jin Wuhuan, Hu Tou and others, but he didn't see any of them, but he saw a chariot rushing out from nowhere, with clothes and clothes on it. Among the guards surrounding the chariot, the one who bravely leads the way is the monk shuttle bus.
He didn't dare to wait and see any longer. Although the two Taoist priests in black on the top of the main peak were far away, the faint pressure still made Wu Sheng couldn't help but tremble. He stumbled down the mountain and crawled back into the secret cave, his legs still shaking.
He had no intention of cultivating, but he remembered Mu Taoist master and disciples, so he stood at the entrance of the cave and looked out, waiting for them to come, but he waited until late at night, but no one came.
He was waiting for an acquaintance, Si She Yuansong. Yuansong used a treasure bow to protect himself, and from time to time he shot arrows at the pursuers behind him. The arrows were like meteors, carrying fierce wind, and had extraordinary magical power.
Unfortunately, the pursuing general of the Chu army was also a master. He held up a shield, which was also a good magical weapon. As it flew up and down, he blocked all Yuan Song's arrows. The rest of the Chu army surrounded him from the left and right in a circle.
At the other end of the forest, standing thirty or fifty feet away, Wu Sheng watched eagerly as Yuan Song was surrounded by the Chu army, and kept thinking silently in his heart: rush out, rush out!
Yuansong finally failed to rush out, and was surrounded by the Chu army. They cut him into pieces with swords and halberds.
After Yuan Song died, he was tied up with a rope by the Chu army, tied under a horse and dragged away. Wu Sheng could only watch.
He and Yuansong had only met twice, and there was no friendship between them, but they had some good feelings for each other. Seeing him being killed right in front of his eyes made him feel sad and his eyes were a little red. It's a pity that I don't have much cultivation, otherwise I really wish I couldn't step forward to help.
I just don’t know if Mu Daoren, Jin Wuhuan and the others have escaped, but be sure nothing happens!
There is no use worrying, everything still depends on ability. This is practice. With his ability, he definitely can't escape now, he can only stay here and continue to hide. After checking the cover of the secret cave entrance again, Wu Sheng felt that he couldn't do any better, so Wu Sheng put aside his distracting thoughts and devoted himself to practice again.
Next is the second step to reshape the sea of qi, which is also the key to refining the Qingmiao Xuandan - driving the cloud pattern into the sea of qi, so that the sea of qi becomes a pill and becomes a real form.
The first moiré pattern is the axiom of parallel lines. This moiré pattern always makes Wu Sheng couldn't help but mutter, is this useful for alchemy? But the matter has come to this, the worldview has been formed, and it is extremely difficult to change. I can only bite the bullet and follow the method taught by Taoist Mu to penetrate into the void below the navel.
After the cloud pattern entered the void, it caused a slight ripple in the void. When the waves emerged, a repulsion was generated, trying to push the cloud pattern out.
Wu Sheng quickly kneaded the formula, breathed, and visualized. His whole body seemed to be in trance, feeling the oscillating force, and pushing the cloud pattern into the place where the force failed.
In the middle of the night, the cloud pattern finally melted into it, and an inexplicable rule emerged in the void. It seemed like force but not strength.
Wu Sheng rested for a while, drank some water and ate something, and then continued to enter the second moire pattern: the shortest line segment between two points.
Waiting until daybreak, he continued his efforts and added the third cloud pattern: Pythagorean and Pythagorean respectively, and merged them into Xuanshi.
