Martial Arts and Fantasy: the Evil Emperor of All Realms

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Tie Xinheng's knowledge of this world is only limited to books and maps, and he doesn't know where to worship the fairy gate.Xunxian asked, what he wanted.Tie Xinheng just took this opportunity to travel around and refine his mind in the world of mortals.

Tianshui Town is in the south of Weiguo, and Tie Xinheng followed the Weihe River all the way to the north.If all goes well, they will be able to reach the capital in three months. Tie Xinheng believes that if there is any place that is most likely to get news about a cultivator, it must be the capital.

Although the journey was long, Tie Xinheng didn't care.Tie Xinheng did not deliberately suppress the character that he should have as a young man. Refining the heart is not suppressing, but being sincere.

Along the way, Tie Xinheng also entered many Taoist temples, but he found that most of them were deceitful people, let alone talking about the Dharma, even inferior to ordinary martial arts masters, which made him very disappointed.

However, Tie Xinheng didn't gain nothing at all. During these few months, he met many people and many things.

There are ordinary people, there are literati and Confucian scholars, there are peddlers and pawns, and there are street rascals.The vicissitudes of life are slowly unfolding before Tie Xinheng's eyes.Rolling in the world of mortals is the best way to hone a person.

Tie Xinheng was still a little immature at the beginning, but later on, it was hard to see the youthful innocence of a young man, with a calm demeanor.

Another day, Tie Xinheng came to a river, and the steam was steaming, filling the surroundings. It was the mother river of the Wei Kingdom, the Wei River.Next to it is a small wharf on the Wei River. Although it is small, there are large and small boats floating on the river. There is a constant stream of people coming and going, shouting and noisy, and it is a bustling scene.

And after crossing the Weihe River, it is the capital of Weiguo.At this time, Tie Xinheng decided to take the water route. Since leaving Tianshui Town, he has been taking the land route, and now he can enjoy the scenery of the Xiawei River.

I chose a small boat, and the boatman was a skilled old man, so I asked the boatman to sail.Although the journey is a bit far away, the cost is not very expensive, only a few taels of silver.

Tie Xinheng sat on the boat, looking at the scenery of the river, the breeze stirred up the water, making Tie Xinheng very comfortable.The true qi in the body circulates automatically, absorbing the water-based spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, and is diligent again.

At dinner time, the boatman fried a fish. He did not use any ingredients, but the fish meat melted in the mouth, leaving a fragrant smell on the teeth and cheeks, and the white fish soup was even more delicious. Tie Xinheng was amazed: "Such a skill, old man!" It's a pity that you don't want to be a chef."

However, the boatman felt a little embarrassed when he heard Tie Xinheng's praise, and said: "Master, you are flattering me too much. This rough skill is just familiarity. It's hard for you to praise me like this."

Also, the old man lives on a boat, lives on the river, and fry fish every day. After decades of accumulation, such craftsmanship is not surprising.However, being true to one's own way, how many people can do it for decades.

While chatting with the old man, Tie Xinheng learned that there is a Taoist temple in the mountains not far from here. Although the incense is not very prosperous, it is said that the Taoist priests in it are already like gods.The old man swears that when he was punting, he saw people dressed as Taoists flying directly to the other side of the river hundreds of feet wide.

This aroused Tie Xinheng's interest, if it was really as described by the old man, this person was at least at the imperial weapon level, above the middle stage of Qi refining.

If that's the case, I should really check it out.

Tie Xinheng then asked the boatman to stop near the Taoist temple, picked up the burden and the long sword, jumped to the ground after a few ups and downs, his skill surprised the boatman.

Chapter 483 Incense

Following the direction pointed by the boatman, Tie Xinheng walked for a long time before he saw a steep mountain. Looking around, the mountain was covered with green trees.The mountain road is quiet and winding, covered with leaves, and there are clear streams and flowing water under the shade.Finally, I met a woodcutter and asked where the Taoist temple was located.

After walking for about half an hour, Tie Xinheng finally vaguely saw a Taoist temple hidden in the forest.Taking a closer look, I saw a quiet Taoist temple, with no smell of cigarettes, pink and white walls, and blue tile roofs, but a few houses. There was a plaque hanging on the eaves of the door, with the words "Taiqing Temple" written on it.

The place does look clean.

The gate of the Taoist temple was not closed, and Tie Xinheng walked in.At this time, there was no one in the Taoist temple.Passing through the small courtyard to the main hall, I saw a large incense burner in the middle, worshiping three shrines.

Hearing the sound of Tie Xinheng coming in, a little Taoist priest with delicate features flashed out.

"Benefactor, but do you want to offer incense?"

Tie Xinheng nodded, put three sticks of incense on the altar, and added some money for sesame oil.While offering incense, Tie Xinheng chatted with the little Taoist priest.

This little Taoist named Mingxin seems to have not been out for a long time, it is rare to see someone of the same age, he is very happy.

In addition, Tie Xinheng picked up some interesting stories from outside, and after a while, the little Taoist priest called out "Brother Gu" one after another.The little Taoist priest is only twelve years old, so calling him like that suits Tie Xin's perseverance.

"Brother Gu, you don't know that this place is usually deserted, but not many people come here." Mingxin complained to Tie Xinheng.

"Then Mingxin, why are you still staying here, and why don't you go down the mountain to burn some incense and see and see?" Tie Xinheng seemed puzzled.

"It's not because my master doesn't allow me to go down the mountain." Mingxin said depressedly, but he shook his head again and said, "Although I really want to go down the mountain, but my master doesn't take care of me, that's impossible.

Tie Xinheng smiled slightly, it seems that the relationship between the two masters and apprentices is deep.

"Mingxin, is there a guest?" While talking, at this moment, an old man's voice came from the door.

"It's Master." The little Taoist stood up and ran to the door to pick up his master.

Mingxin's master is a cheerful old man, wearing a plain robe.

When he saw Tie Xinheng, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression changed, becoming solemn.He cupped his hands and said: "Poverty Taoist Qingyang, I have met fellow Taoists."

Although the little Taoist was surprised by his master's seriousness, he didn't think of going anywhere else.However, Tie Xinheng understood that this Qingyang had already recognized his identity as a cultivator, but as for Qingyang's cultivation level, he couldn't see through it.

"Boy Tie Xinheng, I have met the Taoist priest." Tie Xinheng hastily returned the gift.

Then, Taoist Master Qingyang invited Tie Xinheng to the side room, made a pot of tea, and the two chatted while drinking.

After hearing Tie Xinheng's explanation of the reason for his visit, Qingyang's serious face gradually relaxed.

He took a sip of tea, smiled wryly and said, "Actually, Pindao doesn't know much about the cultivation world than fellow daoists."

After a while, he went on to say: "Fellow Daoist, have you just stepped into the Qi refining period?"

Tie Xinheng nodded.

Qingyang said again: "When Pindao was forty years old, he opened up the Great Zhou Tian, ​​and he regarded himself very highly, thinking that he was the top martial arts master in this world. It was not until later that I met that person."

"He is a cultivator, and I was far from being an opponent at that time." Qingyang's eyes showed a hint of self-mockery.

"When I learned that there are still cultivators in the world, I immediately knelt down to worship my teacher and begged him to accept me as an apprentice. But he said that I had lost too much energy and blood, and my foundation was damaged. Unless there are heaven and earth spirits, it is very difficult to cultivate immortality .I’m just in my prime, so there’s no harm. At the beginning, I only said that he didn’t want to accept me as an apprentice, so he made excuses to evade me. If he doesn’t accept me, I will figure out a solution myself.”

Chapter 484

Speaking of this, Qingyang smiled wryly and said: "Later, I traveled around and encountered some adventures. I finally stepped into the Qi refining period at the age of fifty, and entered the late stage of Qi refining at the age of ninety, but I was still unable to go any further. The realm is far away. Now that I think about it, that person is right. I did not practice properly when I was young, and I often fought and killed, so my foundation was damaged but I didn’t know it. I moved here later, it’s always a good place to cultivate my mind.”

If a monk cannot build a foundation, the general lifespan is about [-] years. If a monk succeeds in building a foundation, his lifespan can break through to more than [-] years.Qingyang felt that he had no hope of building a foundation, and he didn't have many lifespans, so he came here to enjoy his old age.