Yipin Danxian

Chapter 24 Goodbye Qi Sea
This joy caused Wu Sheng to withdraw from his practice.

In front of him was the charcoal that was already red, burning without a trace, protecting him from the cold winter. The cold wind blowing in from the entrance of the cave would blow the smell of charcoal into the depths of the secret cave, making the atmosphere in the cave very cool.

The thirteen flavors of spiritual materials lay quietly in front of his knees, as if nothing had happened, but Wu Sheng could tell that the color of these spiritual materials showed slight changes in the dark red firelight, some turned white, some turned black .

Wu Sheng was not in a hurry, and crawled out from the entrance of the cave.The sky outside was dark, and it was almost evening. The fire in the cave was well hidden. Occasionally, a few wisps of blue smoke floated out, but it was almost undetectable. If you didn't look specifically, if you didn't know that there would be blue smoke, you wouldn't be able to see it at all. come out.

When night comes, it is even more secretive.

Wu Sheng was extremely satisfied, and used a bamboo tube to pour snow in the distance, and returned to the secret cave to boil water and hot food. After a full meal, he continued to practice.

Taoist Mu told Wu Sheng that Qingmiao Xuan Gong is actually a method of alchemy, and Wu Sheng also practiced according to this idea, using himself as the cauldron to refine spiritual materials.It's just that in the knowledge of the former assassin Wu Sheng, his own refining method is very strange. Other people's refining method-even alchemy within the body, also needs fire, and his current refining method is more like absorption and screening. There is no fire in the body, and it is purely screened by the Tai Chi ball in the visualization, and the spiritual power in the spiritual material is screened and decomposed into fine sand particles, which sink to the void below the navel, changing the essence of void.

The speed of change is very fast. With practice again and again, the "points" solidified in nothingness are rapidly increasing. By the seventh day, the frozen nothingness has grown to the size of a fist, pitch black and round, invisible but can be felt , This is his sea of ​​qi.

Wu Sheng would go out to fetch some snow every day, and at the same time, he would walk around the area to see if there were signs of outsiders breaking in.But for seven whole days, this forest seemed to be isolated from the outside world, without any intersection with the outside world, as if it was not in Leigong Mountain.Sometimes he would have delusions, as if the old and the young in Hu Fang did not exist, and being besieged by the Chu army was just his imagination, and everything before was actually just a dream.

But he knew that this was not a dream, and the gradual growth of Qihai was proof that he existed in this real world.On the fifteenth day, the frozen sea of ​​air was already the size of a human head, and then at a certain moment, it condensed towards the center at a very high speed, and then spread out suddenly.

The entire empty space is frozen, it can also be said that it completely occupies the navel.

Look at the thirteen flavors of spiritual materials in front of his knees, either black or white, all of which have been turned into powder.

The outline of the sea of ​​qi has appeared, what needs to be done now is to continue to condense the sea of ​​qi and turn it into a real shape.

At this moment, Wu Sheng suddenly felt a slight tremor on the ground, and the whole mountain seemed to shake.The shaking didn't last long, just for a moment.

He got up quickly, came to the entrance of the cave, and looked out through the gap, but unfortunately he didn't see any changes, so he crawled out of the cave.

Flocks of flying birds, hundreds of thousands of them, were circling over the forest densely and densely. Wu Sheng's heart tightened, and he quickly climbed up the mountain. After climbing, he reached a high place, which was far beyond his past days range of activities.

In an open place on the mountainside, Wu Sheng saw two black-clothed Taoists standing on the top of the main peak, looking down at the valley; Leading by several chariots, they rushed in; the fire on the central platform of the valley was in full swing, and the last survivors, monks, and sergeants of the tiger side rushed and fled in all directions.

The sound of drums and horns, shouts for killing, and cries for help shook the peaks of Leigong Mountain!
The formation is broken!Tiger Fang is over!
Wu Sheng's eyes wandered around, looking for the figure of Taoist Mu, and also looking for traces of Jin Wuhuan, Hutou and others, but he didn't see any of them, but he saw a chariot rushing out from Xingzai. Among the guards surrounded by chariots, the monks took the lead courageously.

He didn't dare to wait and see any longer. Although the two black-clothed Taoist priests on the top of the main peak were far away, Wu Sheng could not help but tremble from the faint coercion.He stumbled down the mountain and went back into the secret cave, his calves were still shaking.

He had no intention of cultivating, and cared about Mu Taoist's master and apprentice, so he stood at the entrance of the cave and looked out, waiting for them to cast, but he waited until late at night, but no one came.

Instead, he waited for an acquaintance, Si She Yuansong.Yuan Chan protects himself with a precious bow, and shoots arrows at the pursuers from time to time. The arrows are like meteors, with a fierce wind and extraordinary mana.

It's a pity that the general of the Chu army who was chasing him was also a master. He propped up a shield - that shield is also a good magic weapon, and flew up and down, blocking all the arrows of Yuan Chan, while the rest of the Chu army surrounded him from the left and right.

At the other end of the forest, with thirty or fifty feet resting, Wu Sheng watched Yuan Song besieged by the Chu army anxiously, and kept saying in his heart: Go out, go out!

Yuan Song finally failed to rush out, and was surrounded by the Chu army, and he fell to death on the spot.

After Yuan Chan's death, the bloody body was tied up by the Chu army with a rope and dragged away under the horse. Wu Sheng could only watch helplessly.

He and Yuan Song have only met each other twice, not to mention friendship, but they also have a little affection. Seeing him being killed right in front of his eyes, he suddenly feels sad, and his eyes are 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 Taoist Mu and Jin Wuhuan have escaped, but don't let anything happen!

Worrying is useless, everything still depends on ability to speak, this is practice.With his ability, he will definitely not be able to escape now, so he can only stay here and continue to hide.After checking the cover of the secret cave again, he felt that he could not do better, so Wu Sheng put aside his distracting thoughts and returned to practice.

Next is the second step of reshaping the sea of ​​qi, which is also the key to refining the Qingmiao Xuandan - to drive the cloud pattern into the sea of ​​qi, make the sea of ​​qi into a pill, and turn it into a real shape.

The first cloud pattern is the axiom of parallel lines. This cloud pattern has always made Wu Sheng mutter, is this useful for alchemy?But things have come to this point, the world view has been formed, and it is even more difficult to change, so we can only bite the bullet and follow the method taught by Taoist Mu to enter the nothingness below the navel.

After the cloud pattern entered the void, it caused a slight wave in the void. When the wave emerged, there was a repulsion, trying to push the cloud pattern out.

Wu Sheng hurriedly made a formula, combined with breathing and visualization, the whole person felt like he was in a trance, feeling the turbulent strength, and pushed the cloud pattern to blend in at the point where the strength was exhausted.

In the middle of the night, the cloud pattern finally melted into it, and there was an inexplicable rule in the nothingness, which seemed to be force but not force, which could only be understood but not expressed in words, which can be described as mysterious and mysterious.

Wu Sheng rested for a while, drank some water, ate something, and continued to enter the second cloud pattern: the line segment between two points is the shortest.

When it was dawn, he made persistent efforts and entered the third moiré pattern: Pythagorean shares were multiplied by each, and they were called Xuanshi.

　Thanks to Special Bai, Cloudman, Xinxitang, Tianming Daoist, and Half Fool for their rewards, and thank you fellow Taoists for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.

　　
　
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