Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 99: Taoist Swordsmanship: Ancient Di Qiang Village in Zhelong Mountain

 Midnight.

 Chen Yulou sat cross-legged.

 His eyes were closed and his face was calm.

 As he exhaled and inhaled, two streams of white air flowed back and forth between his mouth and nose.

The closer I get to the tomb of King Xian in Zhelong Mountain, the stronger the invisible sense of oppression in my heart becomes.

Although he is always calm and composed in front of others, only he knows how terrifying the Zhelong Mountain Dazang is.

Those scale insect witchcraft are second best.

 The most dangerous place.

It is a chaotic corpse hole that can swallow everything, and aconite fleshy mushrooms that are full of eyes.

The Corpse Cave is tangible and intangible. Once any living being falls into it, even the body of a great demon will be dead.

Tai Sui has been said to be the ancestor of all things since ancient times.

 The Dragon Burial Sutra says that wherever the feng shui is strong and there is an imbalance of clear and turbidity, fleshy mushrooms will grow.

Depending on its shape, it has different good and bad luck.

 One eye is Tai Sui.

 The second eye is Qinghu.

 Having both facial features is called Aconitum.

 Only when eyes appear all over the body can it be called Tianshe.

 In the legend, Tianshuo is already the body of the ancient evil **** left in the world.

 Don't say that he is just a monk at the Qi Refining Pass. Even if he has condensed the cauldron and reached the stage of tempering with water and fire, he will be dissolved in an instant when he encounters the slough of heaven.

But even if it is just Aconitum, it has all the five features and is already regarded as a demonic thing in folk rumors.

 It is as difficult as ascending to the sky to transform a monster into another form.

 A piece of fleshy mushroom turned into a human form and shed its body. One can only imagine how many years it took to practice.

 Inside and outside Zhelong Mountain.

 He was at least somewhat prepared.

 Only for these two dangerous things, especially the Corpse Cave, no particularly good way to restrain them has been thought of so far.

but.

 If even he gives up halfway.

Didn’t those guys die in vain?

 So, instead of thinking so much, it is better to practice more.

 Like a partridge whistle.

On the day of the appointment, he just gave a few casual instructions. Now more than half a month has passed, and his aura has become thicker and more reserved.

It's only a matter of time before the barrier to Yangqi is broken.

Hua Ling, Hong girl and the old foreigner did not relax at all.

The flower spirit with the best talent has already vaguely touched the threshold, and is only waiting for an opportunity to cross the dragon gate and step into the Qi Refining Pass.

 They are so diligent.

How could Chen Yulou be willing to fall behind?

The land of southern Yunnan has rolling mountains and the aura of vegetation between heaven and earth is particularly strong. For him, it is definitely a treasured land for cultivation.

 The month after returning from Pingshan.

After several days of seclusion, he had gathered his spiritual seeds, broken the bottleneck, and ascended to three realms in a row.

 Now, this is a journey of breathing and practicing.

 The state of restraint has been completely stabilized.

The spiritual seeds in the sea of ​​​​qi are becoming more and more transparent, with green light and green light, like a finely carved jade.

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 After several weeks.

Chen Yulou slowly exhaled.

 Since planting the spiritual seed, he has felt that the dirty impurities in his body have become less and less.

 Meditate and practice every time.

 It is like a process of marrow washing and bone cutting.

  No wonder the old saying goes that those who eat breath will live a long life, with the inside and outside integrated, without dust or dirt.

“Refining the form through internal visualization, the next step is spiritual consciousness…”

Standed up and looked outside along the window.

　　White mist shrouded the Zhongying River, and there was silence between heaven and earth. However, the silver moon in the sky was almost disappearing, leaving only a faint outline.

　It should be daybreak soon.

Chen Yulou murmured in a low voice.

Although he didn't sleep all night, his eyes were clear and bright, and he didn't look tired at all.

 Five realms of qi refining.

 Once you refine your spiritual consciousness, you will be much more confident about stealing Zhelong Mountain.

He calmed down a little.

He did not lie down to rest, but raised his sword and pushed open the door. Snorings could be heard in the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

 Others are still sleeping.

but…

 As he walked outside a house.

 Seems to have noticed something.

 He glanced inside through the crack of the half-open door.

At the table facing the window, a figure wearing a long gown was still writing furiously, and the sound of reading could be heard from time to time.

 An iron rod stood aside.

 Looks like it hasn’t been moved for a long time.

 Seeing this scene, Chen Yulou couldn't help but have a flash of admiration in his eyes.

Yuan Hong has experienced the difficulty of practicing in Pingshan.

 Know how valuable a piece of Qi Refining Method is.

 So, reading at night by candlelight is really not a lie.

It had its enlightenment many years ago and secretly imitated Pingshan Corpse King's breathing and refining qi. Although the progress was slow, it relied on so many years of hard work to become a demon body.

 Just staying up all night.

There should be no problem for it.

Chen Yulou did not disturb him and allowed him to continue studying diligently. He walked through the corridor with his hands behind his hands and walked up the stairs.

 Not long.

 Waiting for the moment when he stepped onto the deck.

The slightly cool breeze blew past my face, sweeping away the depression in my chest.

 It looks like it’s still early.

He did not delay either.

 Taking off the scabbard, the sword was polished like a mirror and a cold light splashed across it.

I saw a snake -like shadow floating in the sword.

“Li Shuguo said that if the sword is sheathed and nourished, it will have spirit.”

"But...such a big monster and fierce soldier doesn't need to be raised."

 Looking at the sword with satisfaction.

Ordinary swords will be sheathed for a period of time to build up momentum.

However, the dragon scale sword incorporates a section of demon tendon that is connected with the essence and blood of the six-winged centipede, creating an evil spirit and overwhelming evil intent.

Of course there is no need to go to such trouble.

 The fingers lightly traced the blade of the sword.

As if aware of his aura, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the dragon scale sword.

  There is quite a sense of eagerness to try.

"No hurries?"

Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows and smiled.

However, as he said this, his movements were not slow at all. He held the long sword in his hand and stabbed out quickly. His movements were elegant, and he looked a bit like a legendary swordsman.

 Although he had asked Partridge Whistle for swordsmanship before.

However, the latter did not know that when he was young, he was taken into the mountains by the old Taoist to practice.

 Except for having a special skill.

 The most important thing is a swordsmanship.

The old Taoist never revealed his identity to him.

However, in these years, Chen Yulou has been able to kill powerful enemies repeatedly with a small magic blade, and he has been stained with countless blood.

 The small sharp edge looks like a knife.

 In fact, it is the hidden sword.

It's a pity that in order to kill the six-winged centipede that day, he was eventually stained by its poisonous blood and turned into a puddle of molten iron.

 In the past, he could not see through the old way.

Now that I have started to practice, I think about it carefully and realize that he is not an ordinary person.

It's a pity that my life was a little short, otherwise I might have been able to enter spiritual practice earlier.

 Complete a sword practice.

 Chen Yulou was sweating profusely, but he was not impatient at all, but felt relaxed all over his body.

“Taoism has had the theory of magical swords since ancient times.”

"If I remember correctly, Longhu, Qingcheng, and Maoshan all have swordsmanship inheritance, but I don't know...where do I come from?"

 Feeling that the dragon scale sword is more and more connected with his mind.

 Chen Yulou thought to himself.

It's just this sword technique.

　In his opinion, it is more elegant but less murderous.

 The Dragon Scale Sword can be somewhat complementary.

 But for him, it was still a step away.

“If you have a chance, you can go to Qingcheng Mountain or Longhu Mountain.”

"Yes, especially the Dragon Tiger and the Heavenly Book of the Five Thunder Palace, they are also good things."

Thinking of this.

Chen Yulou put away the long sword, held it in his hand, and walked towards the side of the ship.

 Unconsciously.

 The morning sun rises slowly, and the sunlight breaks through the fog on the water.

 Just meditate briefly for a moment.

 Wait until he breaks free from trance. The crew members on the ship were also waking up one after another. Smoke from the cooking pots was curling up in Amizhou, and there were many more people on the pier.

 “Another day.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, and Chen Yulou didn't stay any longer and returned to the cabin with his long sword in hand.

 Not long.

　　With the ups and downs of movement.

 The boat set sail again, heading west along the Zhongying River.

 Time always flies on the ship.

 In a blink of an eye.

 A few more days have passed.

In the past few days, Yuan Hong studied hard day and night and finally understood a thousand words.

 Chen Yulou did not lie to it. After confirming that it was correct, he taught it the foundation-building skills.

Yuan Hong felt like he had found a treasure. Apart from eating and sleeping, he was almost completely immersed in it during this period.

 When it was at Pingshan.

I once spied on the corpse king breathing in the moonlight on the top of the mountain.

 Thus embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

 Although there is only half a bucket of water, it is equivalent to laying the foundation.

 Compared with Kunlun and Hongniang, this kind of baseless one actually has some advantages.

 It is very likely that they will come first.

Be the first to surpass several others and complete the Xuan Dao Convincing Qi Foundation Building Skill.

I just don’t know, who can be one step ahead, it or Hua Ling?

 “To Nanjian…”

After the ship turned into the Yuanjiang River, because the water area was wide, they were heading along the current, and their speed was much faster than when they were in the Nanpanjiang River.

this day.

 It’s not yet past noon.

Bamo's familiar voice sounded in the corridor.

"arrive?"

“Nanjian, why does this place sound familiar?”

"How can I not be familiar with it? I told you everything a few days ago. When the boat arrived at the ancient city of Nanjian, it changed the horse team and took the land route."

“That means I can ride on horseback. Damn it, I never want to take a boat again in my life.”

"Who hasn't? You've been sitting here for seven or eight days, right?"

The doors opened one after another, and a group of domino players, not even caring about the cards in their hands, rushed to the corridor, eagerly asking Bamo for confirmation.

 “It’s here, it’s here.”

　　“You guys can’t stand it after just one ride?”

Bamo smiled helplessly.

 He has been sailing across water all his life.

 If you are like them, you will never survive.

The ship slowly entered the ferry. As soon as it docked, everyone couldn't wait to carry their luggage, cargo, and most importantly, the horses, onto the pier.

 Chen Yulou and the others were at the end.

 Standing on the side of the ship with Bamo.

"Apu, we are leaving today. If we go back to cross this waterway again, we will hire your boat again."

Chen Yulou smiled.

 “Well, I can still earn your two cents.”

Bamo also grinned.

But there was a hint of reluctance in those turbid eyes.

 After replying, he held the hookah and smoked it.

Having been together for more than ten days, from being strangers at the beginning to becoming inseparable friends now, it would be a lie to say that we are willing to part with each other.

“By the way, we are going to the Tengyue area, where there are mostly uncivilized natives.”

 "Gu Di Qiang, Gu Bai Pu, Bai Yue, San Miao, Dong Hu and even Tubo and Jurchen, be careful not to provoke them at will."

 Hearing his instructions.

 Chen Yulou also felt a little emotional.

　　He mentioned it once when we were chatting before.

Unexpectedly, Bamo took it to heart and was worried that they would suffer a loss before leaving.

 “Okay, I get it.”

 Looking at that weathered face, Chen Yulou nodded.

He wanted to say that when he returned from Zhelong Mountain, he would most likely go to Fuxian Lake and ask Bamo if he wanted to return to his old place.

 But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

To them, Fuxian Lake is mysterious and distant, but for Bamo, that experience in his youth was a nightmare that has been with him for most of his life.

 “Let’s go.”

“Old man, I have to take a nap too. I didn’t sleep well all night.”

Bamo waved his hand and muttered something.

 But his steps did not move a step.

Instead, he watched a group of them disembark from the boat, mount their horses, and gradually disappear on the road outside the ancient city. Then he put down the hookah and let out a long sigh.

 I don’t know why, but he felt an emptiness in his heart.

Even Bamo himself felt a little strange. He had given away many things to others over the years, but it was never like this.

 “Ada, do you want to go into the city for a drink?”

 Several guys walked by and asked him.

 They all came from the same village, and after all, Bamo is still their elder.

According to past habits, we will definitely spend the night at the pier today. This trip is finally over, and everyone’s anxious hearts have returned to their stomachs.

The ancient city of Nanjian is no better than the Ami Prefecture when we came here.

This has been the chieftain's city since ancient times.

There are countless merchant and passenger ships heading there. They have been here several times before and are quite familiar with this place.

 Several young people have invited me to have a drink.

 Bamo is known in the village as a drunkard.

 But this time he just waved his hand.

 “You are old, go on your own, just don’t be too late.”

"oh…"

Although I am a little confused.

 But the guys who finally got the chance to get off the boat didn't dare to delay, so they immediately got off the boat and rushed to the city.

Bamo was leaning against the side of the boat, looking in the distance in the direction where the cavalry disappeared, and silently smoking his hookah.

 “You boys...get to live.”

 For Chen Yulou and their identities.

 He actually had some guesses, but he never took the initiative to ask.

 But others are mature and can make some vague judgments.

In the Tengyue area, the chieftains and tribes had complex forces. Except for the merchants on the Tea Horse Road, most people would go all the way there.

 Although they brought a lot of goods in large and small packages.

 But Bamo knew that they were definitely not businessmen.

 People who are looking for a living cannot develop that kind of temperament.

　　Muttered something to himself.

He then put down the hookah, hunched over and walked step by step to the bottom of the cabin.

the other side.

 After disembarking.

 Chen Yulou and his party did not delay at all.

It only takes more than half a day to get from Nanjian Ancient City to the outside of Zhelong Mountain, but it is already close to noon. If you go slower, you may have to arrive at night.

  Fortunately.

Although it is a rugged mountain road all the way.

 Walking along the Ancient Tea Horse Road.

 They still rushed into the Zhelong Mountain boundary before sunset.

However, there is still a long way to go from the location of King Xian’s tomb.

 Ahead is an endless stretch of primeval dense forest.

 At this moment.

Chen Yulou was riding on horseback, looking at the snow-capped peak several thousand meters in the distance.

 Even with such a hot weather, the top of the mountain is still covered with snow.

 The sun sets from the top of the mountain.

 Light exposure.

The entire Zhelong Mountain was suddenly shrouded in golden light, shining so brightly that one couldn't help but feel insignificant.

 He finally understood why the road across the snow-capped mountains was directly rejected.

 It depends on the equipment they have.

 There were fifty people in the group, and it was rare for even half of them to survive.

"Shopkeeper, there is a big river in front of us. The brothers who are exploring the road said they found a village on the other side of the river. What should you do?"

 While they were admiring the wonders of the Sunset Golden Mountain.

 A fellow rode back and asked.

 “Staffed village?”

“Have you seen anyone? What kind of clothes are they wearing? Do they have any characteristics?”

 Chen Yulou threw away a few questions.

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“It’s a man holding a wooden sword. He wears a round-collared dress with a red cloth wrapped around his forehead. He seems to be quite hostile to us.”

 “A cloth wrapped around your head?”

Hearing this, Chen Yulou understood instantly.

 There is a high probability that they are the descendants of the ancient Di and Qiang and the Wa people who have lived here for generations.

“Let’s try to make contact. Can you let us enter the village?”

 (End of this chapter)