Immortal Taoist: Cultivating in the Martial Arts World

There are no towering mountains in Zhongnan Mountain, only endless mountains.

There are villages at the foot of the mountain, and the doors of every household are closed, and any leaks are sealed with weeds or mud.

Xu Xuan stepped forward and knocked on the door of a house.

Squeak...

The wooden door opened, revealing a small red face.

"Who are you?" The child looked at Xu Xuan with dark eyes.

"Child, where are your adults?" Xu Xuan asked.

"Dad! Mom!" The child turned around and shouted, footsteps came, and a couple came out.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" asked the husband. He looked around Xu Xuan warily and felt relieved when he found that there was no one else around.

"People from the south come to Zhongnan Mountain to live in seclusion and seek immortality." Xu Xuan had restored his original appearance before coming, and he was dressed like a scholar, which made people feel at ease.

"Come in and drink some hot water." The man seemed to be used to it.

Xu Xuan entered the house. It was not very warm and there was a pile of firewood piled in the corner.

Fortunately, this place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, so there is no shortage of firewood. The abundance of firewood has surpassed many places.

There is a fire pit inside the house.

The fire came up and the room became much warmer.

"It's getting colder and colder today, but it's a lot warmer than in previous years."

The hot water was boiling, and the man poured a bowl of hot water for Xu Xuan.

"Is there enough food for winter?"

"It's enough. If you don't have enough, go to the market to buy some more. Food is cheap now."

"You have planted thousands of pounds of rice, right?"

"Well, we planted it a few years ago, and the food supply has skyrocketed."

There is no need to deliberately spread Thousand Categories of Rice. As long as people know that this thing can grow a lot of grain, people will come looking for it even from the ends of the earth.

Xu Xuan drank the hot water and declined the invitation to eat. Before leaving, under the stunned eyes of the men, he gave the donkey cart to them.

"Little brother..." The man was about to call Xu Xuan, but when he was about to say something, Xu Xuan's figure had already disappeared into the snow.

"Master, this man has no footprints!" the wife said, pointing to the flat snowy tunnel.

The man was suddenly startled. Could it be that he had met a god?

He did not think of going to the monster. The monster was not so kind.

Xu Xuan went up the mountain and occasionally saw a thatched hut in a remote corner. It must be a hermit living in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain.

These are not necessarily Taoist priests, they may also be people who went up the mountain to escape the war, or scholars who isolated themselves from the world.

Although Xu Xuan hated Confucian scholars and even went so far as to destroy them physically, he only targeted some of them, and he still respected the few who could achieve the virtues of a gentleman.

Xu Xuan was not wandering aimlessly, but looking for the location recorded by clues. Soon, a dilapidated mountain temple appeared in front of him.

Wow!

Opening the door, hot air hit my face, the noise stopped instantly, and a group of people looked at Xu Xuan.

These people seemed to be in a group. A bonfire was set up in front of the hall, with a hare roasted on it. Eight people drank low-quality wine. Not far away were various pieces of fur and flesh with blood on them.

It should be a hunter who goes up to the mountains to hunt. Winter is also suitable for hunting, as long as you find the place where the prey hibernates.

"I'm going up the mountain to practice Taoism. Can I stay here?"

"Taoist Master, please!" the leading man said with a smile, "Would you like something to eat?"

"No." Xu Xuan declined.

There is no story about the hunter not having eyesight and Xu Xuan pretending to be a slap in the face.

Xu Xuan was dressed in thin clothes and looked calm in the wind and snow, which was enough to shock many people.

People who go out know one thing: don't easily provoke monks and women. These people who dare to travel alone must be capable people. Such people cannot be easily provoked.

Nothing happened all night, everyone left.

Xu Xuan wandered around Zhongnan Mountain for a long time, built a thatched cottage near mountains and rivers, and began to live in seclusion.

It's not that there's no one around. There's an old man guarding the ruined temple a mile away, and there's a middle-aged man on the east hillside.

The middle-aged people are dressed luxuriously, and occasionally servants go up the mountain to deliver supplies.

Time begins to pass.

The chaos in the outside world has nothing to do with Xu Xuan.

On the east slope, in a thatched cottage called Humble Room, a middle-aged man opened the door and looked curiously at the place where Xu Xuan was.

"This young man... is extraordinary. How long can he last? The shortcut to Zhongnan is not that easy." Zhou Yong said with a smile.

Zhou Yong was originally the county magistrate of the former Ming Dynasty. Because the mountains and rivers were broken, and he did not want to join the barbarians, he came to Zhongnan Mountain to live in seclusion, using the excuse of practicing Taoism to escape the secular world.

On Zhongnan Mountain, he saw all kinds of people. Some were just looking for something new and ran away within a few months. Others wanted to find shortcuts to Zhongnan. There were even fewer true practitioners.

This young man is very strange. He occasionally goes out and only comes back after a long time.

Another half month passed, but Xu Xuan still persisted and kept the door closed for several days. This surprised Zhou Yong and even asked the old man next to him: "Is this person dead? Do you want to go over and have a look?"

"It's possible." The old man guarding the mountain temple didn't know his name. People usually called him Gu Yunsou, "Why don't you go and have a look."

The two came to Xu Xuan's residence. The door was closed and there was no sound inside.

Gu Yunsou knocked on the door tentatively. Soon, the door opened and Xu Xuan appeared in front of the two of them.

"Who are you two?"

"Oh, we are neighbors. Seeing that your door was closed, I was worried about your safety, so I came over to ask."

Xu Xuan suddenly understood and said: "Thank you two fellow Taoists for your concern. Come in and have a cup of tea before leaving."

"Then excuse me."

Neither of them were polite.

When I came inside the house, I was shocked by the luxurious decoration inside.

It is simply a unique place, with everything you need. The seats and beds are all made of moisture-proof lacquerware, as well as futons, mirrors, stoves and other sundries.

"How did you get here?"

"Move slowly and you'll get it together."

A pot of hot tea was served, and several people exchanged polite greetings and asked about their names and place of origin.

"Chenzhou, Huguang?" The two looked at each other, and Gu Yunsou asked: "It is rumored that the famous Xu Tianshi is also from Chenzhou. It is said that he is immortal and still looks like a young man when he is almost fifty years old. Have you seen him?"

It can be said that everyone knows Xu Tianshi's name, and it is difficult to tell whether the legend is true or not. Part of the reason why Zhongnan Mountain has become so popular recently is because of Xu Tianshi's leadership.

As a member of the Taoist sect, Gu Yunsou respected this great master who he had never met before. Regardless of whether the magic was true or false, his feat of leading Taoism and unifying China had surpassed all previous masters.

"Well, I haven't seen it before. The legend may be true or false, who knows."

"Pity."

A few people chatted for a while, Xu Xuan asked some questions about the visions of Zhongnan Mountain, and Gu Yunsou answered them one by one.

"Most of it is natural scenery, not the gods descended to earth as mentioned in mythology."

After drinking tea, the two left.

Xu Xuan thought for a long time, and it was not appropriate to make a big fuss now. He was not sure about some things, such as whether Xie Ziran only left ruins or whether he would be guarded by descendants.

The former is easy to talk about, but the latter may be hidden deeper and deeper if you find others looking for it.

"I hope these so-called relics are twin pupils."

In this way, the Three Treasures were completed, and Suihou Pearl, King Qin's Bone Mirror, and He's Bi were all obtained.

Xu Xuan set up the spirit gathering array and practiced in seclusion for a period of time.

There is still a long way to go from the first level of Qi training to the ninth level of Qi training.

You definitely can’t relax in cultivation.

Otherwise, you won't be able to break through the foundation, and you'll just be waiting to die.

Three years passed in a flash.

On this day, inside the thatched cottage.

Xu Xuan sat cross-legged on the futon, and the surrounding spiritual energy formed a light mist and enveloped his body, breathing in and out into his body.

After half a blast, it’s time to stop.

Xu Xuan let out a deep breath and covered his stomach with his right hand. His stomach ached slightly, and it seemed that he was about to get a bigger size.

Under normal circumstances, the body's metabolism is basically not carried out unless you eat a lot, and some things that cannot be absorbed by the body will be excreted.

Even monks have to poop.

When you go out, it's spring, everything is coming back to life, the grass is growing and orioles are flying, and the outline of the distant mountains is truly spectacular.

After fertilizing nature, Xu Xuan returned to the house and took out the bronze mirror.

…

Mirror world.

Hong Yi was still sleeping, and spiritual energy was slowly injected into the coffin, reacting wonderfully with the immortality liquid.

His injuries have improved a lot, and it is estimated that he will be almost awake in another thirty to fifty years.

Hong Yi's talent is quite good.

"Goodbye, Hong Yi."

Xu Xuan chuckled.

Click...

The mirror on the chest suddenly shattered.

Hong Yi woke up faster than Xu Xuan imagined.

Twenty years later, the underground palace was shaken, and vitality surged within ten miles.

boom!

The coffin exploded, and Hong Yi appeared intact.

"This..." Seeing the broken mirror in the coffin, Hong Yi felt disappointed, "Did I miss it?"

Ten years before Hong Yi woke up, someone picked up the bronze mirror of Zhaoshen in another place.

"I picked up a rare treasure when I went down the mountain. It seems that I am very lucky..."

A handsome young man held a mirror and smiled gently.

Xu Xuan guessed wrong. The person he picked up this time was an upright disciple from a well-known family, and his status seemed to be quite high.

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(There is another chapter in the afternoon)