My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 31 The God of War is white and returns to Fangxian

real world.

darkroom.

Song Lin sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

True Qi flows along the meridians, like rushing rivers and lakes.

Compared with the other world, here is Xiao Zhoutian of Ren and Du's two veins.

With the experience of the Taiyin world of form refining, plus mica pills and Qi training pills, if one divides into one realm, it is the middle stage of fetal breath.

The true qi born in the Taiping qi training formula is negative, and the dark room is lingering with a faint frost.

The exercises of the qi training gejue can only allow oneself to break through to qi training.

To further refine one's true qi, one needs to exchange for further exercises.

After a long time, Song Lin received his merit.

Name: Song Lin

Boundary: gestational period
Dao Xing: five years

Supernatural powers: "Laoshan Five Arts", Guangchengzi Beidou Chilong Qigong, Red Scale Technique, Dragon Control Technique, Dragon Qi Chihuangquan, Chilong Flying Star Technique, Simple Huangbaishu Technique, Turtle Breathing Technique.

In the past 63 years in the world of Taiyin Refining Forms, two months in reality.

In two months, Song Lin learned all the Taoism in that world, except the yin and yang eyes.

Song Lin walked out the door and came to the altar warehouse.

All the Taoist boys came to collect the supplies. Since the last incident, everyone has respected him a lot and dare not neglect him in the slightest.

"Song Daoyou, let me tell you something..."

Zhou Xuan looked at no one around, and whispered.

"what?"

"Do you know why Li Xuan hasn't appeared recently?"

"Why?" Song Lin was at a loss. Li Xuan really didn't show up during this time.

Song Lin thought that this guy had been warned by Taoist Tongshou, so he didn't dare to attack him.

"He's gone to retreat. I heard people say that he plans to attack you after passing the three trials."

"I see, thanks for the reminder."

Song Lin understood that when the soldiers came, they would block the water and cover it with soil, and it was not certain who would do it at that time.

The information Zhou Xuan gave him was quite useful.

Thinking of this, Song Lin gave some more herbs.

"Take these back and practice by yourself, and tell me about other things."

"Good! Thank you fellow daoist!"

Zhou Xuan happily took the things and left.

Since he was appreciated by Taoist Tongshou, Song Lin didn't need to come here every day to order hair, usually once every three or four days.

All materials are also collected on the same day.

Ghost city.

Song Lin was wearing a pitch-black cloak, with his face hidden under the cloak.

At this time, he was standing in front of a booth.

The stall owner was a strange man hiding in a big black jar with only his head exposed, his face smeared with pale powder.

"Have you brought anything?" Song Lin's voice was hoarse.

"Here they are, a total of ten French coins."

A black jar was suspended beside Song Lin.

"Here, there are two nourishing qi pills inside."

Song Lin carried the jar and left.

Then go through the back alley of the ghost city, go around in the forest, and finally come to the source of the stream.

The source is a cold pool with a radius of ten feet.

There was a gloomy cold air from the cold pool, and the surrounding leaves were covered with frost.

There is a deserted cave on the mountain wall not far away.

Song Lin walked in, then opened the jar, and poured out a pile of pale bones.

This is a thousand-year-old corpse.

Then he arranged it again to make it look like someone lived. ,
"Phew, it's finally done!"

Song Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This is a fake adventure. Once he shows himself, someone will definitely check the details, and then sell a flaw to make others think that this is the place where he obtained the adventure.

Xuankeguan does not have to hand in any adventures.

If it's just an ordinary adventure, the Metropolitan Academy even guarantees that the Taoist's adventure will not be robbed by the superiors.

Unheard-of adventures like Zhigua Tulu must never be known to others, not even the closest ones.

For the next few days, Song Lin always went out before dawn, sneaking out, and when the sun came down, his hands were empty, and he brought nothing back.

In this scene, someone must find something wrong in the future.

After doing this, Song Lin stopped and returned to the world of Taiyin's form-making.

The world of Taiyin Refining Shape.

The sea is vast and rough.

There is an island in the sea.

The rising sun shines on the island.

Flames burst out from the island, and soon spread to the entire island.

The perspective moves down, and it turns out that the trees on the island are burning with flames.

The trunk is straight, without leaves or flowers, but burning with a red flower-like flame.

In the middle of the forest, the young Taoist sat cross-legged, the flames were out of reach.

This is Song Lin.

I have been traveling overseas for a period of time, and I have been searching for Penglai for a period of time.

Although I got nothing, I also got a lot of adventures.

He once found the spirit of lead and tin under a seabed tree, which was in the shape of a human being, and the poison of the ghost was cured immediately after eating it.

The stone head was found in Zhongshan again, and the stone head was broken open to obtain the miraculous pill for the brain, which was taken to prolong life for one Jiazi.

I also drank cold spring water on the shore of the East China Sea, and bathed in the glow of the East Pole.

Now he found this strange thing in front of him on Fire Island in the sea.

In front of Song Lin lay a three-inch-tall red villain.

The whole body is made up of flames, and the fragrance is tangy.

At this time, he was trembling and kowtowed to himself.

"My lord, please forgive my life. For the sake of the little one's difficult practice, please forgive the little one!"

"Haha, you are destined to be with me, I can't let you go."

Song Lin spread out his palm, took a shot in the air, took the object, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

puff!

The pulp is bursting, a little sweet.

Flame-like scorching energy swept across his body, flowing through his limbs and bones.

boom!
Three days later, Song Lin realized the art of controlling fire.

He sensed the information in his mind.

A full 180 years of Taoism.

"Calculate the time, this guy is almost alive."

Song Lin muttered to himself.

The world is too big.

He even went around the earth, even went to the pyramids in Egypt, and found this guy without pharaoh mummy.

Fang Xiandao has been developing secretly for these years, looking for traces of Huanyuan.

After almost overturning the car, Huanyuan became much more cautious.

Since the enemy didn't show up, Song Lin didn't show up either.

Anyway, there are more than 20 years before Ying Zheng can be born.

Since then, Song Lin is still looking for opportunities overseas.

Since the enemy didn't come out, he didn't take the initiative to show up.

He now has two advantages.

One is that Huanyuan doesn't know whether Song Lin is still dead or not, and the other is that he doesn't know that the opportunity for Qin's unification lies with Ying Zheng.

As long as there is news from Huanyuan, Song Lin will definitely surprise him.

My practice these years is no joke.

"Go too!!"

Song Lin let out a breath of red air.

The red qi turned into a ten-foot red dragon that seemed to materialize.

Roar! ! !
Chilong roared.

The Taoist soared into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

After 30 years.

Taiyin has been refining for 140 years.

Yunmeng Mountain, Ghost Valley, Fang Xiandao's secret place, places that only Taoist priests of the Taoist level can find.

A grand palace was built here.

Among them, the largest hall is called Yinfu Hall, which was originally the residence of the patriarch Guiguzi.

Now it is the ancestral hall of Fang Xiandao, dedicated to the ancestors of the past dynasties.

There are two gray-haired old men in the Taoist temple, who look at least eight or ninety years old.

The one on the left is dressed in a pitch-black robe, with a domineering look on his brows, not angry and majestic.

The old man on the right has white beard and hair, fierce eyes, and a fierce temperament. Just looking at those eyes can send chills down the spine.

These two have a lot of history.

The former is Qin Zhaoxiang King Yingji who cheated his death and abdicated. He practiced Taoism in Guigu when he was young.

Because of his cultivation skills, he lived too long.

After reigning for 57 years, his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather together were only about the same as himself. No monarch lived so long before, so he pretended to die and practiced Taoism.

The old man on the right is even more famous. He is the god of war Bai Qi who killed 400,000 people in the Battle of Changping, the son of the first generation of Taoist Bai Xuan, and the third generation of Taoist Fang Xian.

The monarch and his ministers acted in a play in their later years and hid in the mountains to practice.

"Old Bai, have you broken through as an innate Qi warrior?" Ying Ji looked at his old comrade beside him in surprise.

The two have played together since they were young, and there is no difference between a monarch and a minister.

"Haha, you finally figured it out."

"Thieves, you made me say it on purpose." Yingji scolded with a smile, then thought about it, and said, "Your cultivation has already surpassed that of Patriarch Guigu, right?"

Patriarch Guiguzi is also an innate Qi trainer.

"I don't know."

Bai Qi had never seen Guiguzi either.

But innate qi practitioners are pretty much the same.

Bai Qi is not underestimating himself, his own strength should be equal to that of the original Guiguzi ancestor.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, very urgent.

"Taoist, it's not good! There is a red dragon outside."

　Thanks for the reward of Yu Qing Ti

　　
　
(End of this chapter)