big week bad guy

Chapter 70
How can mortals ascend to heaven
But what if it's not mortal?

Just as Zhao Xun was thinking hard.

Suddenly, the wind howled, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the universe turned upside down, and countless golden lights radiated in all directions.

Zhao Xun only felt that all the qi holes in his body were penetrated, and his body swelled rapidly, like a sheepskin raft full of qi.

After that, he actually rose into the sky.

Could it really be going to heaven.
"do not stop!"

"do not stop"

At this moment, Zhao Xun suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

Huh, it turned out to be really a dream.

But is it really just a dream?
If it was really just a dream, why did Zhao Xun soberly know that he was in a dream?

It stands to reason that even dreaming people should not know that they are dreaming.

Furthermore, if it is really just a dream, why is everything in the dream so real.

Zhao Xun could even clearly feel the feeling that his qi orifice was being filled with the vitality of heaven and earth.He can also truly feel the temperature of the academy's prohibition.

Everything seemed too real.

Could it be that someone is dreaming for me?

Use the dream to convey some information to me, let me understand some truths?
Zhao Xun couldn't help but start thinking wildly.

Whose is that majestic voice?

Is it the head of the mountain?

Why did that man keep telling Zhao Xun to follow him, why did he let him ascend to the sky?In the end, why did you tell him not to stop?
The more Zhao Xun thought about it, the more he felt a headache, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhao Xun heard from his mentors Wu Quanyi and Jia Xingwen before that the practice of Confucianism is different from other disciplines.

Confucian practice emphasizes inner perception.

If the inner perception ability is strong, the promotion will be promoted soon.

But if the practitioner's ability to comprehend is too poor, no matter how many treasures he reads, no matter how powerful the master is to help him, it will not help.

The so-called perception power is probably the scene that can be seen in the sea of ​​consciousness, right?

Some people can only see a small stream, some people can see a big river, and some people can see a vast ocean.

Some people can see a village, some people can see a city, and some people can see a country.

Zhao Xun has seen Haoran Academy twice, and the second time is more specific and in-depth than the first time, what does this represent?
Could it be that he really has some chance with Haoran Academy and the head of the mountain?
Alas, let's forget about these things, let's adjust our breath first.

The former mentor Wu Quanyi taught Zhao Xun Taoism's breath conduction technique, which can neutralize the conflicts caused by his dual cultivation of literature and martial arts, but he must meditate every day without interruption.

Otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted and we will have to start all over again.

Even during the busiest time of investigation in the office of bad people, Zhao Xun would find some time every day to breathe and breathe.

Now that Xiu Mu is at home, he cannot be interrupted.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, began to take a deep breath, and silently recited the heart of the breath breathing technique.

To his shock, the academy reappeared in front of his eyes as soon as he closed his eyes.This time the academy was surrounded by a large swamp filled with reeds.

The academy seems to be built on a small island, and it seems to be suspended above the Daze.

Now Zhao Xun was completely dumbfounded.

Every time he saw the academy, the location of the academy was different.

The first time was in the vast Gobi desert, the second time was deep in the mountains, and the third time was in a big swamp?
What does it mean?
Does it mean that the academy has no fixed position, or does it mean that the academy is in the hearts of scholars?

Zhao Xun could vaguely see a figure from behind.This figure was tall and straight, majestic and majestic, just like the one he saw in his dream.

Zhao Xun didn't dare to meditate indiscriminately, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He couldn't be mad.

At this time, you can't breathe blindly, otherwise it will be very dangerous.

Zhao Xun decided to ask his mentor Wu Quanyi to find out what happened.

The reason why Zhao Xun didn't go to the Qin Tianjian Supervisor Yuan Tiangang was mainly because he didn't know him well.

Although Yuan Tiangang accepted Zhao Xun as his adoptive son, relationship needs to be dealt with.

If Zhao Xun made many weird requests to Yuan Tiangang as soon as he came up, Yuan Tiangang would definitely feel uncomfortable.

This is human nature, and Zhao Xun, who has been a human being for two generations, knows it best.

Leaving the Duke's Mansion, Zhao Xun headed all the way to Qinglian Temple where Wu Quanyi was.

Although Wu Quanyi was not considered a dignitary, he was still a second-rank cultivator. There were many believers in Chang'an City, and the Qinglian Temple where he lived was naturally not too shabby.

It is said that only Wu Quanyi and a concierge live in a three-entry house.

Zhao Xun felt extravagant when he thought about it.

But no matter how you say it was won by Wu Quanyi by virtue of his strength, Zhao Xun is not good at commenting.

He was already acquainted with the concierge of Qinglian Temple, and after meeting each other, he was led into the Taoist temple.

The layout of Qinglian Temple is very clear. The first two entrances are Taoist temples, and the last entrance is Wu Quanyi's residence.

The concierge led Zhao Xun all the way through the courtyard, and came to the room where Wu Quanyi was.

Zhao Xun nodded slightly to thank him.

After the porter turned and left, Zhao Xun took a deep breath and entered the room.

There was incense burning in the house, and the smell was a bit pungent.

Zhao Xun frowned instinctively.He hasn't really gotten used to the scent until now.

He forced himself to bear it and stepped forward, turned around the screen and saw his teacher Wu Quanyi meditating on the bed.

Zhao Xun stepped forward and crossed his hands respectfully: "Disciple pays homage to Master."

He was originally a disciple of the Taoist sect who became a monk halfway, so he didn't have to abide by the tedious rules of Taoism, he only needed to guarantee his sincerity.

Wu Quanyi spit out two words lightly: "Sit down."

"Thank you, teacher."

After Zhao Xun thanked him, he lifted the hem of his robe and sat down on the round stool.

He knew that Wu Quanyi would not open his eyes until he had read this set of resolves.

After about a moment, Wu Quanyi let out a foul breath, and then opened his eyes.

"You brat, why do you want to come to see me as a teacher today?"

Wu Quanyi joked half-jokingly.

He really knows his apprentice too well.

This is the lord of the Three Treasures Hall who does not go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. If he came here on his own initiative, something big must have happened.

"Teacher, I dreamed of the academy again."

Zhao Xun didn't hide it either, and told all of what he saw in today's dream like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

Silent, Wu Quanyi was just silent after listening.

When he heard Zhao Xun talk about the scene of meditating and breathing, Wu Quanyi sighed: "Fate, maybe this is a chance between you and the head of the mountain."

When Wu Quanyi said this, he was obviously jealous and sour, and his eyes also looked a little resentful.

"Why is the old man's vision so good? After finally accepting an apprentice, if the little uncle wants to snatch it, even the head of the mountain wants to snatch it."

Zhao Xun was terrified.

"The teacher means that the head of the mountain wants to accept me as a disciple?"

"Even the dream is entrusted, the head of the mountain is really optimistic about you."

Wu Quanyi said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)