The God and Buddha are actually me

In the early morning, under a waterfall, a figure was meditating, cross-legged with eyes closed, letting the water flow down without moving.

He was only wearing a white training suit, which was wet by the water and stuck to his body, revealing strong and powerful muscle lines, full of masculinity.

It was just a shiny bald head that spoiled the scenery.

Outside the waterfall, there stood a heroic female general, holding a wooden stick, with a majestic look in her eyes. Whenever the meditator's qi was disordered, she would hit him hard with a stick.

"Focus!"

"Don't let your mind wander, don't let your qi leak out!"

"Come again!"

After an unknown amount of time, the sun was high in the sky, and Zhang Jiuyang finally ended this hard training.

He rubbed the bruises on his body, slowly walked out of the waterfall, and urged the thunder and fire in his body to make white mist rise around him, and his clothes became dry instantly.

He put on a wig skillfully, and inserted a hairpin on his head, and turned into a handsome Taoist priest in white clothes, with an extremely full spirit and eyes shining.

If an ordinary person looked at him, he would feel that his eyes were as sharp as a knife, making it difficult for people to look directly at him.

This is the performance of the three flowers of spirit, energy and spirit gradually reaching their peak. When the flowers fall and become medicine, they will be restrained and return to their original nature.

In the past few days after returning to the Shen Mansion, he stayed at home and practiced hard under Yue Ling's guidance every day.

In order to train his attention, Yue Ling even asked him to meditate under the waterfall. He had to be completely unmoved in his mind to be qualified.

This was the hard practice she had experienced, and now it fell on Zhang Jiuyang's head.

The process was very hard, but the effect was also very significant.

Zhang Jiuyang's concentration during meditation and qigong was greatly improved, and the efficiency of practicing was naturally improved by leaps and bounds. A few days of hard practice was comparable to the previous month.

"Not bad, you have successfully cultivated to the first level."

Yue Ling showed a hint of approval in her eyes.

"Is there a second level?"

"Of course there is."

Yue Ling looked at the waterfall, her eyes showing memories, and said: "The second level, when practicing, you need to spread your Qi all over your body, so that no water leaks out, your clothes don't get wet, and you are completely unobstructed."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, this difficulty has greatly increased. When practicing, the mind is fully focused, how can there be spare energy to make no water leak out?

But then he thought, if you can do it, it is equivalent to a huge tempering of the mind, even if you are in seclusion in the future, you can still see the light in all directions, and the cicadas will feel the autumn wind before it moves.

"As for the highest third level, you need to break the waterfall with Qi, withstand the pressure of a hundred feet, and force yourself into a state of complete oblivion, so that you can maximize your efficiency when meditating!"

While speaking, Yue Ling walked towards the waterfall.

She was still wearing armor, her cloak fluttering, her hand on the hilt, full of bravery, although she closed her eyes, she still walked like a dragon and a tiger.

In an instant, her breathing became very long, even vague, and fluctuated at a unique and mysterious frequency.

That beautiful face was as bright as jade, shining brightly, and it was obvious that she had entered a very deep state of meditation.

The waterfall that was rushing down did not fall on her, but was broken by a terrible aura, as if it was a plain brocade cut by a sharp blade.

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils were shocked. No wonder Yue Ling was already a great cultivator of the fifth realm at such a young age, and even saw the threshold of the sixth realm.

What kind of hard training did she go through?

Moreover, she did not need to sit in meditation at all. She sat in meditation while walking, standing, sitting or lying down. She had already engraved the practice into her bones and was no longer bound by the practice.

After the demonstration, Yue Ling left the waterfall again and instantly left the meditation state. There was no stagnation in the transition, and it was not affected by anything.

"This is a method I created when I was practicing. I named it-Yue Family Heart Method."

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

Your name is really simple and unpretentious.

"It's a pity that our Yue family's children have limited aptitude, and not even one of them can learn it. Zhang Jiuyang, you are really smart. You have mastered it in just a few days."

Yue Ling looked at Zhang Jiuyang, with a hint of excitement in her eyes.

Back then, she also tried to imitate her ancestor Yue Jingzhong to create various methods for future generations to practice, but in the end, no one could practice what she created with great effort!

She once vowed to put this Yue family's mental method in the treasure house of the Imperial Observatory, thinking that many people would come to exchange it, but when others saw that it was created by her, they would rather spend good deeds to learn those extremely shallow methods than come to exchange it.

No one wanted it even if the price was reduced.

She was discouraged at the time, and found an opportunity to teach a group of people a lesson in the name of training.

Everyone said it was difficult, but she clearly thought it was very simple!

Look at Zhang Jiuyang, who mastered it in just a few days, and his speed was almost as fast as her, the creator, which shows that there are still people who can practice it.

It's just that those people are too stupid to teach.

"Okay, let's practice for the second time, but this time we can't use wooden sticks, we need to use iron sticks instead, so that you will remember it when I hit you."

"By the way, I can also help you practice the hard skill of the Immortal Golden Body."

While speaking, Yue Ling threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and then took out the iron stick that had been prepared long ago, and gently knocked at the big tree next to him.

Bang!

A big hole was knocked out of the big tree that two people hugged, and wood chips flew everywhere, and branches and leaves trembled.

"Hey, Zhang Jiuyang, why are you running?"

"Come back, I'll be gentle!"

...

Zhang Jiuyang fled in a panic, and even used the earth escape technique in the thirteen forms of escape, and ran all the way into the Shen Mansion.

After not returning for several days, he was suddenly shocked as soon as he entered the Shen family.

Such a strong fire!

As a spiritual official, he was very sensitive to the power of fire. The Shen family did not have such a strong fire before. The air seemed to become hot.

It was like sitting on a volcano.

He opened his eyes and looked carefully, and then his eyes focused and looked towards a certain direction in the west.

There was the source of the fire. The red fire power was extremely strong, like a furnace that was endless. Zhang Jiuyang smelled the smell of fire.

He swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

After cultivating the spiritual official's eyes, he could smell the smell of different flames. The better the flame, the more delicious the smell.

The most delicious flame he had seen so far was Yue Ling's Ming Wang Jinyan.

But the fire in that place was so strong and the smell was so pure that it was almost comparable to Yue Ling.

How could there be such a place in the Shen Mansion?

He fled there without hesitation and soon arrived at the courtyard in the west.

This is a simple house with the words "Xuelu" written on the door plaque. Before he stepped into the door, he felt a raging fire and heard the crisp sound of iron forging.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. He already knew who was inside.

The famous weapon refining master of Daqian, Nie Longquan!

It is said that Nie Longquan's ancestors were swordsmiths for seven generations. He has a deep family background. In his generation, he is even better than his predecessors.

It is said that he has some origins with the mysterious East China Sea Sword Pavilion. He has gone to sea many times and is suspected to have been instructed by the sword fairy.

Later, he was no longer limited to swords. Everything in the world can be a weapon. He even realized the truth and created a unique practice method.

Refining weapons is to refine Qi.

Some people say that every time he refines a magic weapon, his cultivation will increase by a few points. The higher the grade of the magic weapon he refines, the faster his cultivation will increase.

It is said to be magical.

Taiping Temple, Baiyun Temple and other major sects had offered him olive branches, but they didn't expect that he would be willing to stay in the Shen family for Old Lady Shen.

Among the three fourth-level cultivators in the Shen family, Nie Longquan has the highest cultivation and status.

This snow furnace was specially built for him by Old Lady Shen. It looks simple, but the things inside are priceless.

For example, the ordinary big stone is actually black iron worth a lot of money, and the rotten wood with very rough bark is the dark wood that Old Lady Shen spent a lot of money to transport from southern Xinjiang.

Even the stone well in the courtyard is not groundwater, but the three winter melted snow that Old Lady Shen ordered people to transport from the Tianquan in the Western Regions.

It is said that the old lady also bought a mountain for him, called Longquan Mountain, not because there is anything precious about the mountain, but simply because the mountain is called Longquan.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sound of the iron hammering in the snow furnace became louder and clearer, as if there was some kind of pattern hidden, and the rhythm would change after every thirty-six hammers.

"Fan the fire, fan the fire quickly!"

"The fire is still not strong enough!"

"What's wrong with you bastards? If you don't work hard, believe it or not, I will throw you all into the furnace and burn you like charcoal!"

A fiery voice sounded, full of energy and unusually loud.

"Mr. Nie, we really can't do it anymore, we are too tired!"

"Yes, I can't even lift my hands!"

Voices rang out one after another, all of them were servants of the Shen Mansion.

"How come you are so young, but you are all less useful than an old man like me?"

"Go, change a group of people for me!"

"Yes!"

Those servants fled as if they had been pardoned. Some saw Zhang Jiuyang and saluted quickly. They wanted to say something but were stopped by him.

After everyone left, Zhang Jiuyang slowly stepped into the room where the fire was most concentrated.

In an instant, the heat rushed over, rolling like waves.

The temperature inside the room was several times higher than outside, and it was even a bit hot, just like the steam room in the previous life.

Zhang Jiuyang saw an old man with white beard and white hair.

This should be the most powerful old man he has ever seen in his life.

The old man was shirtless, revealing bronze muscles, and his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, as if they were cut by a knife and an axe.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

He swung a heavy hammer, and each blow would splash dazzling sparks. He repeatedly forged a piece of fine steel, and sweat dripped on the hot steel with a crisp sound, and was instantly evaporated.

The old man was extremely focused when forging, and his breathing was rough and heroic, like a bellows fanning the fire.

He actually entered a strange state, just like meditating under a waterfall, concentrating and almost obsessed.

What attracted Zhang Jiuyang even more was his hammering method.

Each blow was powerful and heavy, like a meteorite falling, a collapse of Mount Tai, full of oppression, but it seemed that his heart moved at will, leaving some spare strength.

After thirty-six hammers like a storm, he would exhale a long breath, and the heat accumulated in his body would burst out like a fire snake.

In this process, his spirit and body seemed to have completed a hammering, becoming more pure.

Zhang Jiuyang secretly admired, what a mysterious hammering method.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man finally finished hammering the steel, and then he noticed Zhang Jiuyang standing not far away, thinking he was the one who came to fan the fire.

"Boy, what are you looking at stupidly, take off your clothes quickly and fan the fire!"