I am the leader of Huangquan

Chapter 220 Entering the Dao
Wu Lang sighed in his heart, he had completely realized his original intention after being busy all day.

After all, I am lazy.

He seems to work overtime, but in fact there is a shortage.

His overtime work is a kind of crazy improvement of his realm, but his artistic conception, legal meaning, and background have not caught up with his own realm quickly.

And his real way is not to learn from the skills of those players, but to open up a way for the people himself.

Hundreds of fields have been opened up one after another, the natural understanding is deepened, and the meaning of the law is clearly understood.

"After all, I was lazy before."

He shook his head and muttered in his heart, "As a migrant worker, you still have to seriously follow the route of a migrant emperor. You still have to go out and practice hard in the cave. There is no reason to practice."

In the stage of transforming gods, although there are some directions, it is still difficult.

The next day.

A stall with candied haws as the center is very hot.

Countless monks, and even local people, came to support and formed a long queue.

Although it is not as delicious as yesterday, the recipe that has been refined several times, plus a few vendors trying to get started with cultivation, is considered an excellent delicacy.

And those traders are now full of red faces, tacitly did not reveal the secret in their hearts, but yesterday saw the idol in their hearts, the young emperor who walked into the people, is their hero, how could they leak his information? ?
"good to eat!"

"Simply delicious!"

“Extremely delicious!”

Even some high-ranking monks who were discussing the Tao in the restaurant saw this scene from the window of the private seat in the teahouse, and they were happy to travel in the mortal world, and lined up to eat it, and felt that the taste was indeed excellent.

It's just that most of their monks are no more than Nascent Soul, and they can't detect the surprising subtle changes in these mortals:
They are following the cooking, as if refining medicine, they are natural and beautiful, and their realm is slowly rising, trying to break through the first level of Qi training.

There was only an ancient emperor passing by, carrying a chicken, glanced at it inadvertently, and lined up with a smile, and soon carried a candied haws, "Look! They are street vendors, living and practicing."

Jing Ge and the others at the side showed some surprise and puzzlement, but they could only follow behind silently.

"This practice is not my practice."

"We practice in a lonely place, in the mountains, far away from the world. They practice in the folk, full of fireworks and folk customs. The immortals here are popular and human."

"We cultivate immortals, they cultivate truth! This may be the philosophy of Xiaoleiyin Temple. All living beings are self-sufficient and self-improving. I have seen the future. Daily life is cultivation, and dreaming is cultivation."

"No matter how low the aptitude is, as long as you practice hard for 60 years, you can still have a foundation building period and live for 200 years."

The ancient emperor showed a bit of a smile: "The people of the ancient times lived to a hundred years old in the spring and autumn, and they lived to the end of their lives. In the future of this prosperous age, if it really comes to an end, it may be a fairyland Kyushu civilization that surpasses the ancient fairyland. It has arrived in Jingzhou. beginning."

"His law should be regarded as the ancestral scripture of the Dao."

Wu Lang was at peace.

He is a person with strong action, and when he has his own direction, he can't wait to continue to implement it.

The main reason why he came to Jinghuang City was not to perform martial arts in the world, nor to participate in fights. His destiny is that he doesn't like fighting.
Can't you see it in the cave?

Why do you want to come in person and take a trip into the world?
Instead, find your own path.

The merchant who left reappeared in another corner of Jinghuang City.

He was an apprentice learning tattoo in a traditional tattoo shop that day. After visiting the master master, Wu Lang realized that what he had learned had many flaws.

Experience, details, and style are things that cannot be learned behind closed doors.

Thanks to the great efforts of the cabinet ministers in the Jingzhou Imperial City, they collected all kinds of strange people from all over the world in the Jingzhou Imperial City, and enlightened them not to cherish their unique knowledge.

Here, for Wu Lang, it was already a place of great opportunity.

He apprenticed to this master craftsman who has amazing craftsmanship and has been passed down for dozens of generations. He started to learn seriously, starting from the most basic, ink blending, and smudged layers. Years of experience drained away.

The stunning craftsmanship attracted many people to watch.

This handsome monk even had many girls come to wink at him, and many of them even got various Buddha tattoos. Obviously, Jingzhou was influenced by the Buddhist clan at this time, and Buddhism was flourishing.

After leaving, Wu Lang also left behind a "Tattoo Totem Picture".

"Whole body painting, is it an alternative form?" The master master held a scroll in his hand, as if he had opened a new door to a prosperous age, and saw the true meaning of the world. The profession he pursued all his life had such an incredible sublimation.

"That monk, he is the current emperor!" He hurriedly followed his footsteps and ran to the street outside the shop, but saw that the other party had disappeared.

He could only thank the direction where he left, and silently went back to study this method.

In the blink of an eye, Jinghuang City opened up another store.

Even a lot of low-level monks in Jinghuang City came here especially to communicate and see the excitement.

However, Jinghuang City is too big.

At this time, it has a population of more than 300 million, and there are countless shops for monks and mortals. It can be called a huge area of ​​a province, and it is divided into more than ten rings.

At this time, the Martial Arts Field of the Grand Competition has not yet opened, and there are countless monks colliding secretly every day, discussing the Dao, the great talents compete for beauty, and the daily tea stall newspaper can fill up to three pages for the common people to observe, and some even bet.

This small storm did not attract more attention.

Wu Lang continued to practice.

This half a year may be enough for him to practice all kinds of ways, and he can develop a qigong method in a day or two.

He has a lot of accumulation, the interaction of countless foundations and accumulations, and inferences by analogy have greatly enhanced his wisdom. Coupled with the help of Houtu in the calculation, the mere qi refining period is already at hand.

"If the Hundred Ways are opened, most of the people in the world will indeed be able to practice to the stage of refining Qi, and Jingzhou will completely enter the era of cultivating immortals for all."

"Ten years have passed, and it's time to go down the mountain and fulfill the promise to them mortals."

he whispered.

Not afraid to be like a mountain spirit, swallowing a lot of spiritual energy.

Because people and mountain spirits are different.

The higher the realm of the creature, the lower the fertility rate, and even at the stage of transformation and fusion, it will take hundreds of years of hard work to give birth to a child.

During the general gas refining period, their fertility rate will drop significantly.

The lifespan of the Qi refining period is 120 years, which is equivalent to a 50% extension of the lifespan of "mortals", the fertility rate has dropped, and the proportion of human beings will still remain in a quantitative balance.

With human's ability to reproduce, pregnancy in ten months, plus the long development cycle of more than ten years, it is impossible to drain Jingzhou's aura like a mountain spirit.

Another day.

The public security agency in the Imperial City of Jingzhou has an extra clerk.

He turned into a mortal, without the use of calculations, followed the old master's work, and began to investigate and investigate the case. Using clues, he tracked down the criminal and started his own investigative collection.

(End of this chapter)