The heavens: pushing across all realms

This small phaseless skill is very similar to the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" in terms of internal training.

However, the entire description of the eighth "Xin" chapter is completely different from the first seven.

The content described here is no longer a question of the meridians and internal force trends.

It is about the highest state of formlessness. All phenomena in the heaven and earth are all imagined by human beings. If you want to achieve the Tao, you need to reach the state of formlessness and selflessness.

Feng Ji looked at the eighth secret book, which had this paragraph written on it.

"If the tangible is born from the intangible, then the world and the earth will be harmonious? Therefore, it is said: There is Taiyi, there is Taichu, there is Taishi, and there is Taisu... The pure and light ones are heaven above, the turbid and heavy ones are earth below, and the harmonious ones are human beings. ; Therefore, heaven and earth contain essence, and all things are transformed into being.”

"This is describing the aura of heaven and earth, absorbing the power of heaven and earth, integrating myself into heaven and earth, and reaching the state of selflessness, then I can step into the realm of formlessness."

Feng Ji continued to read, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

The secret book records that the so-called attainment of Tao means the mysterious union of heart and vitality.

"All things go against his will, and when he enters the beasts, he does not mess with the crowd; the spirit can swim alone, the body can lift lightly, the ears can penetrate, and the eyes can see clearly... He can be in water and fire without being burnt or drowned, wade through wood and stone without being hindered, and touch the edge of the edge. There is no disability, there are no dangers when walking, there is no fall,...nothing can hurt, there is always no place of death, the spirit is calm and the energy is peaceful, everything you ride on goes smoothly, and there is no inversion in the horizontal and vertical directions."

The highest state of attaining the Tao, one will not be injured or die, and can travel freely between heaven and earth.

"What a formless magical skill. If you can really practice it to this level, you will already be an immortal."

The more Feng Ji looked at it, the more surprised he became. The first seven volumes of this phaseless technique may be called "Little Phaseless Technique".

But if you can reach the highest state in the eighth volume, then these small words can be removed, it is the real formless magic!

The entire eighth volume tells the story of a top level of selfless cultivation.

That is the state of Tao without form.

There is also an example here, which is about the deeds of the Taoist sage Master Huqiuzi.

It is said that there was a wizard named Ji Xian in the State of Zheng, who could tell a person's life and death, good fortune, longevity, and misfortune through fortune telling, and he could know the year, month, ten days, and day accurately.

At that time, Liezi, who was not good at studies, also became a fan of Ji Xian. He actually looked down on his teacher Huqiuzi.

He said to Huqiuzi: "Teacher, I thought you had the highest Taoist skills. Now I realize that Mr. Ji Xian's Taoist skills are higher than yours."

Huqiuzi chuckled softly: "I have taught you the Taoist art of no-self, no form, and random appearance in the theory class, but you don't know how to use it. You are not deep in the Taoist art. Of course, others can easily do it." See through your true face. You go and invite Mr. Ji Xian here, and I will show you the changes and see if he can understand my appearance."

So Liezi invited Ji Xian to look at Huqiuzi's fortune.

For the first time, Huqiuzi showed the appearance of the earth, which seemed motionless and weak in vitality.

Ji Xian concluded: "Your teacher is about to die. I see that he looks weird and his face is as wet as gray. He will not live for ten days."

Liezi burst into tears, thinking that his master Huqiuzi was really going to die.

Huqiuzi just chuckled and asked Ji Xian to come back tomorrow.

The next day, Ji Xian came again to read Huqiuzi's fortune. Huqiuzi showed the appearance of the handover between heaven and earth, and it seemed that life had sprouted at his heels.

Ji Xian was greatly surprised and said to Liezi: "Your teacher is so lucky to have met me! He is saved. I see his blocked vitality sprouting."

Huqiuzi still smiled and asked him to come again tomorrow.

The third time he looked at his physiognomy, Huqiuzi showed a traceless appearance. Ji Xian could only see the vitality of chaos and balance, but could not see any obvious signs or symptoms.

Ji Xian didn't know that he couldn't understand Huqiuzi's physiognomy, but instead said to Liezi: "Your teacher is sitting there in a trance, and I can't read his physiognomy. I will wait until he calms down and then I can read his physiognomy." "

The fourth time he looked at faces, Huqiuzi no longer showed specific features.

He allowed his appearance to either change with Ji Xian's appearance, or to follow Ji Xian upside down like grass, or to follow Ji Xian like water...

Ji Xian couldn't see anything, so he ran away in panic.

Huqiuzi said to Liezi: "The highest state of attaining the Tao is to have a calm spirit and a harmonious spirit. There is a Tao without any form. The yin and yang are in balance, there is no partiality, everything is smooth, and everything is possible."

"If you can enter the realm of formlessness, the cause and effect of the world will not be involved, and you can enter and exit the world of mortals without entering reincarnation, you can achieve the great path of transcendence."

Feng Ji looked at the last sentence and woke up suddenly.

"Cause and effect...could my luck be related to cause and effect?"

Feng Ji pondered: "If luck is regarded as the transformation of cause and effect, then if you achieve the state of formlessness, the cause and effect in the world will not find an end, so naturally it cannot fall on me."

"The first seven books of "Shadowless Divine Art" are still in the category of martial arts, but the eighth book has entered Taoism. It is a Taoist art that hides cause and effect."

"Hey, so that means the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" is actually a sword technique that cuts off cause and effect?"

Feng Ji couldn't help but think of the "Six Meridians Divine Sword". This sword technique can be regarded as the first-class invisible sword energy when used externally.

But cutting oneself with a sword can erase luck. Isn't it the way to cut off cause and effect?

Feng Ji touched his chin: "Why are these exercises all about removing cause and effect, luck, and the like?"

"This world is enveloped by the fate of the eight Buddhist sects, but those who practice Taoism do not want to be messed with by these causes and effects, so they devote themselves to studying ways to avoid them?"

Feng Ji started to think deeply, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

I have read "Dragon" in my previous life, and some people commented that this novel is a complete tragedy.

It can be summed up in eight words, that is, ‘no one is unjust, and all sentient beings are guilty. ’!

Feng Ji recalled that "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" can be regarded as Jin Yong's work with the most complex structure and the most profound artistic conception.

Every character in this world has inextricable sorrow, and every relationship here is a sinful love.

People struggle in the web woven by human nature and destiny, and in the end they cannot get the results they want.

It can be said that all living beings are suffering, and everything in this world is nothingness.

"In such a world, if a cultivator wants to transcend, it will be extremely difficult. Only by escaping from the world and avoiding the causes and effects of the mortal world can he find a way out."

"Could it be that the Xiaoyao Sect created the "Small Phaseless Skill" from this?"

Feng Ji began to think thoughtfully. So, no matter Li Qiushui, Jiumozhi, Xu Zhu, or Wu Yazi, they actually failed to achieve the state of formlessness recorded in the eighth secret book?

They are still shrouded in the evil emotions of this world, and the world of mortals is burdened with cause and effect, and they cannot escape.

The three elders of Xiaoyao could not escape even to death, and were trapped to death.

"You must go to the Vulture Palace! Maybe the stone wall paintings on the Vulture Palace will hold the secret to unlocking all this."

Feng Ji put away the secret book of "Little Wuxiang Gong". He had already practiced "Nine Yang Magic". He could basically practice the first seven books of "Little Wuxiang Gong" at a glance.

However, it was difficult for him to achieve the state of formlessness recorded in the eighth book. This was a state, but there was no corresponding cultivation method, so he had no way to start.

No wonder Ding Chunqiu took the seventh secret book but not the eighth.

Feng Ji's inner strength was activated, and the ship galloped ashore quickly.

He did not stop, and realized this time in the lake. He did not know how many times the sun and the moon had alternated. He was afraid that he would have stayed in the boat on Taihu Lake for five or six days.

There are no years of cultivation, and the ancients will not deceive me.

On this day, Feng Ji rode west, preparing to return to Wuliang Mountain, and ordered people to search Piaomiao Peak with all his strength.

But after walking for less than two days, he entered a forest and suddenly noticed a group of beggars following him.

He felt strange and slowed down.

When they entered a deserted place, several beggars suddenly looked at each other and suddenly took action at the same time, grabbing Feng Ji fiercely.

Feng Ji didn't move, turned around and shot out with his palm!

Boom!

The terrifying palm wind roared, and in an instant, the oppressed beggars screamed strangely, and the figures flew backwards.

"Ouch!"

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

"What a powerful internal force, he deserves to be as famous as the gang leader!"

…

Several people screamed, and Feng Ji immediately grabbed one of them and asked, "Are you from the Beggar Clan? Why are you stopping me?"

The man's eyes widened and he said: "Your Excellency, you are Murong Fu, right? You killed our gang leader Ma Dayuan. This is a mortal enemy. Of course we will arrest you!"

Feng Ji was speechless, leaving him behind and saying, "I'm not Murong Fu."

The man shouted: "Impossible, I saw it with my own eyes. You came from above Taihu Lake. You are young and your Qinggong is so good. If not Murong Fu, who else could you be?"

Feng Ji shook his head, not intending to pay attention to these beggars, and turned to leave.

Suddenly I heard the man shouting: "Murong Fu, you can't run away, we have already informed Gang Leader Qiao, and the Gang Leader will definitely catch you!"

Feng Ji frowned: "Idiot, is it Murong Fu who is young and has great martial arts skills?"

Feng Ji cursed and continued on his way, too lazy to pay attention to these beggars.

He is not interested in the plot of Tian Long Ba Bu at all now. He just wants to find the path to immortality as soon as possible.

He walked quickly and came to a towering city. He had not eaten or eaten for several days. Although his internal strength was profound, he had not yet reached the stage of fasting.

Then we entered the city and found a restaurant.

"Shop, good wine and good food, come up quickly."

"Okay, please come upstairs."

Feng Ji went upstairs and found a place to sit near the window, looking at the bustling market below with people coming and going, and began to think in his heart.

"No one is unjust...everyone is wronged..."

"All living beings have cause and effect. If you want to achieve the state of formlessness in the "Small Formless Skill", how can you achieve it?"

While I was thinking, I suddenly heard a voice next to me shouting: "Shop, bring ten kilograms of sorghum wine and three kilograms of beef!"

The voice was strong and manly.

Feng Ji was interrupted from his thoughts and couldn't help but look up, only to see a burly man sitting at the table opposite.

The man was extremely tall, with broad shoulders. Although his face was not handsome, he had a certain heroic spirit.

He has a rude air, and the way he moves his hands and feet, he also has the majesty of a superior person.

Feng Ji looked at him, and he also looked at Feng Ji.

Feng Ji's eyes moved slightly and he saw that this man's clothes had patches. He immediately guessed: "Qiao Feng?"

He thought of what those Beggar Clan disciples said, and it seemed that Qiao Feng was indeed chasing him.

Suddenly Feng Ji's heart moved and he thought to himself: "This Qiao Feng is one of the three main protagonists. This person has the most causes and effects. Does he also have special luck?"

At that moment, Feng Ji's spiritual consciousness covered his eyes and he raised his head to look at the strong man.

At this glance, his eyes suddenly became focused.

But he saw that there was indeed a huge fortune behind him. The fortune was wearing a crown, a necklace, holding a vajra, and riding a six-tusked white elephant.

This statue of luck has a majestic face, showing no anger and self-importance.

After Feng Ji learned about the Eight Tribes from Abi and A'Zhu, he specifically looked up the appearance of the Eight Tribes.

At a glance, he recognized that the figure of Qi Luck behind Qiao Feng was none other than Shi Tian, ​​the leader of the Eight Tribes!

"Objective, your drink is here."

The waiter brought a pot of wine and beef dishes, and brought them all over.

Feng Ji's pot of wine weighs no less than ten kilograms.

Qiao Feng on the opposite side couldn't help but look surprised when he saw this.

He has traveled all over the world and has never seen anyone as drunk as him.

But he saw Feng Ji casually tear open the stopper of the wine jar, pour out the wine, and start drinking from big bowls.

He has a strong physique and is nearly two meters tall, a few points taller than Qiao Feng.

He has strong qi and blood. If the wine enters his stomach, it will be dispersed and digested by the qi and blood almost instantly. Therefore, in terms of the amount of alcohol, there is no drink that can make him drunk.

Qiao Feng, who was opposite, saw him drinking one bowl after another, while eating meat on the table.

After half a cup of tea, half of the dishes on the table were already in his stomach, just like the wind and the remaining clouds.

Qiao Feng couldn't help but be shocked and said to himself: "What a man."

At this time, the ten kilograms of sorghum wine he asked for arrived, but he saw him tearing the seal and drinking it in a big gulp.

The wine poured into his mouth, and the spicy taste made him feel proud.

I saw him standing up, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and laughed and said: "Brother, I have a good drinker. If you are brave, can you ask me to have a drink with you?"

Qiao Feng had the heroic spirit of a reckless hero, and these words made Feng Ji feel very fond of him.

At the moment, he didn't care about his special luck. He stood up and said, "Brother, your drinking capacity is also amazing."

He came to Qiao Feng, and the two raised their wine jars and took a long sip at each other.

“Good drinker!”

"Come again!"

The two of them drank wine together, slurping, and in the blink of an eye, ten kilograms of sorghum wine had gone into their stomachs.

However, he saw that Qiao Feng's belly was only slightly bulging, his expression remained the same, his eyes were clear, and he was not drunk at all.

Looking at Feng Ji again, his belly was not even bulging, as if he had drank a large bowl of boiled water.

Qiao Feng's eyes couldn't help but swell, and he laughed wildly: "Good drinker, waiter! Serve the wine!"

Feng Ji was touched by his arrogance and couldn't help but burst into laughter: "My dear, feel free to serve the wine!"

The store owner hurriedly brought in two more jars of sorghum wine weighing ten kilograms.

The two of us once again had a big fight with each other, one bowl for you and one bowl for me.

The people eating in the distance were amazed and looked at each other sideways.

Even the diners downstairs heard about this and ran up to watch as if they were joining in the fun.

But they saw the two of them drinking more and more, the wine bowls were piled high, and the wine jars were drinking more and more.

However, the two of them were still clear-eyed and not at all drunk.

After drinking dozens of kilograms of wine, Qiao Feng turned around and shouted: "Here comes the wine!"

Only then did the waiter in the shop shout with a grimace: "Two heroes, you two have drank all the wine in the shop."

Qiao Feng was stunned and couldn't help laughing. He cupped his fists at Feng Ji and said with a smile: "I've always heard that Mr. Murong is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness, and that he has great martial arts skills. I didn't expect him to be such a generous man. He really lives up to his name."

Feng Ji laughed loudly: "Do you think I am Murong Fu too?"

Qiao Feng was stunned and couldn't help but said: "Aren't you?"

Feng Ji chuckled and shook his head: "I am the leader of Wuliang Sword Sect, Feng Ji, not Murong Fu."

Qiao Feng was shocked. He received news from his disciples that Murong Fu had come out of Taihu Lake.

He hurriedly chased after him, wanting to ask the other party clearly about the death of deputy gang leader Ma Dayuan.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of me was not Murong Fu, but the head of Wuliang Sword Sect?

He was surprised that he had heard about the Wuliang Sword Sect, but it didn't seem to be a famous sect. He thought that the leader of this small sect was so generous.

He burst into laughter immediately: "It turns out that Qiao recognized the wrong person. Brother Feng, I'm really sorry."

Feng Ji smiled and said, "They say Murong Fu is a young man. With my body, do you think I look like a handsome young man?"

"No, you look like a northerner, hahaha." Qiao Feng laughed.

Feng Ji was attracted by his heroic spirit. Thinking of his tragedy, he couldn't help but feel unbearable. He smiled and said: "Brother Qiao, do you want to investigate the death of Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan? I do know some rumors."

Qiao Feng's eyes widened instantly: "You know?"

Feng Ji nodded: "Yes, this matter is related to you, the law enforcement elder of the Beggar Clan, and Ma Dayuan's widow Zhao Min. I can't tell you the specific relationship. You can just investigate it yourself."

Qiao Feng's face was full of suspicion and some disbelief, and said: "The law enforcement elder of our gang has always been fair in dealing with things. How could he be involved in the death of Deputy Gang Leader Ma? Brother, have you been deceived?"

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Check carefully, this matter may not be groundless."

He did not tell Qiao Feng the truth directly, because with his current temperament, how could Qiao Feng believe that his brother had an affair with Mrs. Ma.

If he talks too much, Qiao Feng may think that he is sowing discord.

Simply give the other party an investigation clue and let Qiao Feng investigate on his own.

At the same time, he was also a little curious. If he interfered in Qiao Feng's fate, would Qiao Feng's fate change as a result?

Thinking of this, he thought of the relationship between A'Zhu and Qiao Feng.

"If we can prevent Qiao Feng from killing A'Zhu, can we completely change Qiao Feng's tragedy? Then will the destiny pattern of 'everything is evil' in the Tianlong world be broken?"

With doubts in his heart, Feng Ji became interested.