Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 106 I want to go to God and borrow a touch of light from heaven and earth

At the foot of Jishan Mountain.

The winter rain moistens things silently, blurring the sky and the earth, the mountains and the water.

In front of the thatched cottage, rainwater dripped down the eaves and tiles, like broken beads. The bluestone paved in front of the door has been penetrated by water dripping through the stone for many years, and it has slight concave holes, making it appear round and smooth.

At the foot of the mountain, it was just an ordinary place a few days ago, but now it is covered with thick fog. I took a normal breath and felt that the turbidity in my chest was washed away by this spiritual energy.

Eleven visitors from outside the mountains have been meditating on futons for a day.

"Sir, won't you see any guests today?"

The disappointment on Xianhe's face was beyond words, and he quietly broke the silence under the night.

He has been sitting cross-legged for nearly seven hours since morning.

After Chen Zhitian finished speaking, the remaining ten people immediately opened their eyes and looked in his direction. A bit of surprise appeared on the faces of the following people:

"Isn't it the gentleman in the thatched cottage who asked us to sit on this futon and meditate?"

Latecomers, as soon as they passed through this forest of asking questions, they saw a few people sitting cross-legged and meditating. In line with the mentality of following the crowd, they didn’t think too much, and just followed them in order, sitting together one after another, and meditated. one day.

The spiritual energy in this place is very strong, but after just sitting for a while, the spiritual sea in the Dao Fruit becomes abundant, and there is even a faint feeling that it is overflowing.

But according to what this fellow Taoist sitting at the head of the order said, haven’t we seen the legendary immortal today?

Chen Zhitian frowned and stared at the people sitting behind him with a strange expression:

"When did I say this? Ever since I walked out of Wenxinlin, this place has been empty. I thought it was okay, so I sat here and meditated for a while."

"On the contrary, you are sitting here one after another, imitating meditating."

Everyone looked at each other and looked at each other.

The scholar sitting quietly on the futon looked at the expressions on everyone's faces, and then said softly:

"In the entire Jinling Mountains, there are only a dozen or so people who can defeat a Taoist realm?"

"The number of people who have been able to pass through this tung forest is fewer than Wang thought."

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"One realm? What is one realm?"

A thin, dark man holding a knife spoke silently.

Among people in the world, martial arts has always been used to distinguish the so-called realms, but the acquired realm is innate. Now that he has passed through this tung forest, he feels that he has entered the legendary martial arts innate realm, but he has never thought that this realm is just a so-called realm. ?

The scholar had a kind face and said softly:

"Condensing the Tao and fruit in your heart and asking yourself about your own heart will lead to a state of mind."

"And above it, there are naturally two or three realms."

Everyone looked at each other, then stood up slowly and bowed respectfully to the scholar:

"I hope sir can clear up my confusion."

Wang Yun took a deep look at the thatched cottage. When he was in the mirage, he stood in the wind and rain for three days before he had the good fortune to see Mr. Lu. He was already prepared.

Now that Mr. Lu is living in seclusion at the foot of Buxian Mountain, how could he be seen so easily?

Wang Yun stood up, returned the salute to everyone, and said with a gentle smile:

"Wang had a chance to meet Mr. Lu before. Speaking of it, he is half a student of Mr. Lu."

This is true. Although Mr. Lu did not directly accept him as his disciple, he also gave him four maxims and received his apprenticeship. Maybe he is not a disciple, but at least he can be regarded as his student.

After the words fell, everyone had different expressions, and then their expressions suddenly became solemn:

"Sir is actually a disciple of an immortal, but he is blind."

"Meet Mr. Wang"

"Please sir, please help us clear up my doubts. Ever since I walked through that tung forest, I have felt that my body is a little different from before. It's a strange feeling."

Wang Yun looked at the crowd, waved his hands, and said with a smile:

"You don't have to be like this. I'm just one step ahead of you and hear Mr. De's sermon."

"In the future, if any of you have the opportunity to become my disciple, I hope you can support me a lot."

Then he slowly stretched out his hand, and after a breath, a pale golden light bloomed on his fingertips:

"Do you know what this golden light is?"

Chen Zhitian pondered for a moment, and then stretched out his fingers. Soon the fingertips also bloomed with a ray of light. However, compared with Wang Yun's pale golden light, this ray of light was pale white and also Not as shiny as Wang Yun's fingertips.

"Could it be the legendary spiritual energy?"

The thin black man silently looked at the light black luster on his fingertips and spoke tentatively.

Wang Yun considered his words, nodded, and then shook his head:

"Yes, but also no."

"At first, thanks to Mr.'s advice, I just felt that there was a vast feeling in my chest that had nowhere to vent. Then I read through the classics and combined with what I had seen and heard in the past few days, I made some guesses in my mind."

"At first, Mr. Wang didn't know what this aura was, and he didn't know what it was. It was always too vague. But after asking about it that day, he clearly felt something different. If he guessed correctly, this touch of aura, It is the Qi refined by the Dao Fruit in your chest after you have breathed in the spirit of heaven and earth."

Chen Zhitian nodded, and then said what he was thinking:

"According to what Mr. Wang said, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is generally the same. After embarking on the path of immortality, after questioning one's own heart and condensing the Tao Fruit in the heart, one can use the spirit of heaven and earth for one's own use. According to the different Tao Fruit of each person, the refined Is the aura of transformation also divided into strong and weak?"

Wang Yun nodded and smiled, a bit calmly:

"This is just my guess, and the details are probably only known to Mr. Lu."

After the thin black man thought for a moment, he said in a deep voice:

"In other words, the so-called first level only accepts the spirits of heaven and earth for one's own use. What about going up further?"

"What about the second realm and the third realm?"

Wang Yun shook his head, also puzzled.

At this moment, the old woman who had been silent stood up slowly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Perhaps I can answer this question for you."

Everyone looked in her direction.

The old woman stretched out her withered palm, and a faint green light spread across the sky. Then she held a branch in the air not far away.

That touch of quiet aura seemed to be enveloping all the invisible atmosphere around it, and fell on the branch. Then the branch came from afar, and finally hung down in her hand, standing quietly.

The thin black man's pupils suddenly shrank, took a deep breath, and said:

"Photographing objects from afar, martial arts are innately superior!"

The old woman chuckled, shook her head and said:

"This is just a metaphor for me. Photographing objects from afar is just a trick."

"It is only by using the spirit of one's own body to move towards the spirit of heaven and earth that one can understand the mysteries of the world. It is a pity that this old body will stay here for the rest of its life. The end of its lifespan is approaching. With no other way out, I traveled from the southern border to Shangjing just to seek a way to live forever. I have no intention of repaying it. I hope, but I never thought that there would really be an immortal alive."

After these words fell, everyone was startled and doubtful. They were in a daze for a moment, but they didn't ask.

Seemingly sensing everyone's doubts, the old woman looked around, then pointed at the thin black man holding the knife, and said with a smile:

"Young man, come and use the sword."

The thin black man was startled for a moment, then he held the long knife in his hand and said solemnly: "I'm afraid not many people in the world can take this knife, so please invite others."

The old woman shook her head and said with a smile:

"Young man, don't worry. Although I have lived for four decades now, I am still not incapable of taking a single blow. You should use your full strength to attack me."

The man pondered for a long time and then said:

"it is good."

"However, let's change the place. This place is the Xianmen Mansion. I'm afraid, sir."

The continuous winter rain made the mountainous area in front of the thatched cottage muddy.

The eleven people walked to a secluded place. The thin black man took a deep look at the old woman, then clasped his hands and said in a deep voice:

"I'm begging for a knife. This knife is 'inexplicable'."

"drink--"

A loud shout.

With the man's footing as the core, a circle of black ripples visible to the naked eye rippled out, and there were faint bloody cold rays in it. The sound was sharp and sharp, inaudible to ordinary people, and it did not hurt anything, only people.

This method seems ordinary, but in fact it goes beyond the category of warriors and can already be classified into the category of magical powers.

The next moment, all the light black light gathered on the blade of the knife in his hand, and the knife stepped on the soft and wet part of the mud. However, the mud did not stain his clothes at all, and was all bounced away by the black light.

Then, he lightly twirled his fingers and held the inexplicable thing behind his back. The blade in his hand instantly spun and flew out, leaving a clearly visible 'trace' on the vast rain curtain.

The rain fell, and there was no peace here anymore, only murderous aura overflowing.

Pulling the sword out of its sheath, the clang instantly drowned out the sound of wind and rain.

There are marks when the knife comes out.

The next moment, the white rain curtain was cut in half by this knife, and a faint thin line of knife energy struck straight down towards the old woman from top to bottom.

The old woman didn't even try to avoid him, she just stood in front of him.

Then he slowly stretched out his hand, touched the void, and said 'stop'.

After the words fell, the long knife in the sword beggar's hand suddenly seemed to be obstructed and stagnated in the rain curtain.

Countless raindrops were shattered into mist at this moment, and a vast white sky rose between the two of them.

The old woman put her fingers together and raised her curved fingers.

The knife in Daoqiu's hand was suddenly thrown away by an inexplicable force, and the terrifying sword energy immediately struck a huge boulder about 10 feet high beside him.

Only a "boom--" was heard.

The huge boulder that was ten feet high suddenly exploded.

Dao Qi was the only one who stared blankly at the handle of the knife in his hand, breathing heavily.

In less than two breaths, a flash of excitement suddenly appeared in his pupils, and the spiritual energy in his body surged out crazily. He no longer held back his strength, brewing all the spiritual energy that could be mobilized in his body, and released it all at once!

"Come again——"

The rain curtain was instantly cut off by this harsh black light.

The old woman frowned, feeling the huge power contained in this sword. She did not dare to be as powerful as before, and jumped back. She did not forget to pull out a hairpin from her hair and spit out a sigh. His tone turned into a long sword lying in front of him.

"Boom——"

The sound of gold and stone exploding resounded throughout the sky.

The old woman was forced back nearly a hundred feet by the sword, and her feet sank into the ground, creating two deep ravines.

On the other hand, Dao Qiu, under the reaction force of the knife, flew backwards and hit the mountain wall in the distance, with a stream of black blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

Everyone hurried over in a hurry, but Dao Qi stretched out his hand to signal everyone not to go over, and stood up slowly.

The man's body was in a mess, his clothes were stained with mud, and he no longer had his previous grace.

Dao Qi lowered his head and glanced at a bright red blood mark on his chest, then wiped the rain on his face with his sleeves and said with a respectful expression:

"Senior is really good at it."

The old woman smiled bitterly and shook her head:

"Young people are terrible. I never thought that you would be able to push me back even though I am a whole level above you. Did you guys see it clearly just now?"

Dao Qi wiped the stain on the corner of his mouth, then nodded and said:

"What the seniors said, the juniors already vaguely know in their hearts."

"The so-called martial arts innateness is also in this state. In the end, you can only use your own spiritual energy to affect others and break them with brute force."

"But at this level, you can already use the spiritual energy in the 'Tao Fruit' that Mr. Wang mentioned to drive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for your own use. Just now, the senior has been pursuing the energy of heaven and earth, and has just resolved the sword of the junior. The strength. Senior, is this what the junior said?"

The old woman nodded, then shook her head and said:

"Yes but wrong. From my perspective, this second realm is actually not a drive, but a borrowing."

"Use your own spiritual energy as a medium to borrow the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. How much you can borrow depends entirely on the richness of the spiritual energy in the 'Tao Fruit'. For example, the Dao Fruit is like a pinch of salt dissolved in a bowl. Water still has flavor, but if it turns into river water, it will be bland and tasteless."

"If you borrow too much spiritual energy, the spiritual energy condensed in front of you will become weak, and it will be of little use."

"If I can really control the spiritual energy of this world without any scruples, I'm afraid even a hundred of you won't be able to get close to me."

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These words instantly awakened everyone.

Everyone silently looked at the gleam of light at their fingertips, and the halo spread outward in unison.

light blue light, light black light, light cyan light

This halo of light represents the range of heaven and earth spiritual energy that everyone present can borrow after entering the second realm.

"Does Dao Fruit represent the richness of the spirit that can be condensed?"

Once the Tao Fruit is condensed, it cannot be changed.

It also represents the question of asking yourself what is so difficult.

The night in the mountains is extremely clear, the sickle moon is reflected in the water, and the two look at each other.

The darker the sky, the more beautiful the horizon is.

at this time.

There was a faint golden light in the moonlight.

The next moment, everyone looked intently at the scholar in the corner.

The light golden luster on his fingertips was like a star.

Wang Yun slowly stretched out his fingertips, twirled the fireflies on his fingertips towards the distant horizon, pinched a little nothingness and threw it at the foot of Jishan Mountain.

In an instant, that pale golden light lit up as dreamlike as the moonlight in the sky at that moment.

Under the cold moon.

This touch of gold encompassed the moonlight and brightened the place.

We, the scholars, want to borrow a touch of the light of heaven and earth from God.

(End of this chapter)