Chapter 5 Cultivation (!!)

If you say that the dream of ordinary people is to fly into the sky, soar freely and freely.

So those who really stand at the top of society and look down on all sentient beings, such a group of people who are either centralized, or gather wealth, or accumulate power must not be simple and free.

And long life is often from ancient to modern times, and all the superiors dream of it!

Being manipulated and controlling life and death, naturally longing for power, power, money and unrestrained qualifications.

And those who manipulate others have already dreamed of the former and are readily available. Why should they care about those trivial details?

In ancient times, which emperor is eager to be the first in the world? Under his order, any master must be driven by him.

In ancient times, which emperor doesn't want to live?

Whether it is Mingjun, faintjun, and even some grass kings, the supreme martial arts, what they long for are all illusory and illusory!

Can there be immortals in the world? No one knows.

Can the world have youth forever? Who can know?

The Master blurted out that what he asked for in his life was actually different from ordinary Confucianism. It was not a high-sounding way to help the country and the people, but a luxury goal of extreme selfishness, falsehood and supreme!

His eyes were full of brilliance, and he stared at Liu Yi closely, trying to see a little yearning and longing in the child's eyes.

Unfortunate, he was disappointed.

Liu Yi is only half a year old. Although he is far more mature than his peers, he can't understand what people really want in middle age. He still has too many things to try. Unlike the master, he knows that there is only a rare life in the world.

With blank eyes, Liu Yi also stared at the husband, suspiciously:

"Long life?"

The Master was a little sorry, but in turn, he left the faint loss behind.

He looked at Liu Yi with a smile and tried to make his expression more easy-going and set off the beauty of that word, and then answered affirmatively:

"Long life!"

His hope is so** that even children like Liu Yi can capture it.

Even under that naked desire, there is some strong expectation and faint madness.

Liu Yi of

** felt depressed and almost breathless.

Liu Yi lowered his head and avoided the warm, hesitant, encouraging and chagrin of the husband.

He whispered, this time his voice was so thin that he smelled bad~

"Masters and masters always teach us that they do not listen to strange forces and disturb the gods, and are not afraid of evil spirits. There are really immortals in the world and immortality."

Liu Yi also doesn't know how he is so bold today and dares to refute the Master directly. Maybe, maybe he doesn't want to get an answer, but he doesn't like the doctor at this moment, which faintly reveals the madness of the exhaustion. This made him want to tremble.

Of course, the husband didn't understand Liu Yi's thoughts. He only said that he was young and not easy to criticize.

"Immortal life? I don't know. However, I know that there are people in the world who practice the truth. Those practitioners, in terms of combat effectiveness, may not be as good as martial arts. For example, the legendary sword fairy, a hundred feet of sword, goes in and out of the underworld. However, our martial arts also have the magic skills of swords, and the method of entering the clouds. Even in his early years as a teacher, he killed several invincible monks~"

Referring to the divine practitioners who are legendary by mortals, there is not much awe in the words of the master.

This attitude made Liu Yi suppress his palpitations and couldn't help but have some curiosity.

If the Master really slaughtered the legendary "fairy", then the so-called immortality is afraid...

Obviously, Liu Yi showed an expression of interest, which made the husband talk a lot.

He waved his sleeves and took the wine pot in his hand. It didn't leak. He looked up and blew it to his mouth.

I don't know how ordinary it will be to put it outside. Liu Yi's eyes are calm, and it is obviously not surprising.

Bum!

When the sake was put into his stomach, the husband was proud and dry, and he started a drunkenness and directly put the porcelain pot on the ground.

Liu Yi silently sighed for the extra work at night, and had to show his worshipful eyes to cooperate with the master.

The husband did not disappoint him. After drinking, he told the truth and talked about many things that he could not even hear in the storytelling.

"The true practitioners are all called outsiders by our generation, which means that there are different worlds and worlds."

"Our martial artists have the difference between the three cultivation of body and qi skills, the cultivation of real people, and the double cultivation of life and method."

"Martian's physical skills, fighting strength, tempering the body, warriors are more than this. Yier, you have been exercising since you were a child, washing your muscles and bones, which is also a kind of physical practice. Qigong cultivation is similar to cultivating real people to accumulate magic power, but it is different. Cultivate the magic power of the real person to absorb the world and warm the purple mansion heavenly court. And our generation's behavior is mostly stored in the meridians and Dantian to warm ourselves. It's hard to generalize the difference between high and low.

"As for martial arts, it refers to the method of fighting, such as gunmanship, swordsmanship, leg skills, finger skills, all of which are listed here. The practitioners also have all kinds of killing methods such as charms, swords and tricks, but those are all included in the flow of spells. Why is this so, but it is precisely because of its philosophy--

"Fate, or realm, is the one who cultivates truth and Taoism, and really value it! In addition, they are all regarded as outside and side doors by him! This is completely different from our martial artists! And it can prolong life and help the way of life, and it is not a 'shocking' 'sjutsu', but a fate and a situation!"

"What is life may be summarily as longevity, or it may be appropriate. It's hard to explain, it's hard to explain, even if it's a master outside, I can't explain why.

The husband shook his head, sighed, thought for a moment, and then continued:

"What is the realm? Generally speaking, it is simple, and our martial arts practice is also divided into realms. However, as far as martial arts is concerned, it is more purely regarded as a way to measure strength. The realm of cultivation, although it also summarizes the stage of practice like martial arts and is linked to fate. In the subtleties, there are still some differences between the two 'jing'.

"Generally speaking, the higher the level of foreign monks, the longer they can live. As for how long it has been, it is not clear how long it has been to be a teacher. Thinking about it for hundreds of years, there are still some~"

After a pause, the husband's eyes were blurred, and he didn't know whether he was yearning or thinking about it--

"Yi'er, as a young teacher, has learned the art of being a matchmaker. First of all, the weather is full of blood and the bones are wonderful. Whether it is Taoist and martial arts, you are all good seedlings. Unfortunately, the previous year suffered a disaster, and the roots were not good, which missed the opportunity to shape the bones and wash the veins at a young age - martial arts does not care about birth. As long as you are willing to work hard, the road to the peak is naturally not a dead end. But you are not enough, but you pay ten times and a hundred times more than others. If you can cultivate the truth, don't talk about the innate muscles and bones~ At least it's not as harsh as martial arts..."

The words are not finished, and the meaning is clear. The husband just looked at Liu Yi indifferently, and the teenager obviously had not yet cleared a large number of message shocks.

For a long time, he looked up and stared solemnly at the husband.

In that obvious complex eyes mixed with encouragement, expectation and hesitation, he replied in a resolute tone:

"Master and Yier will certainly live up to your expectations. Even if they make ten or a hundred times their efforts, they can also achieve achievements that others may not achieve!"

The husband stared at Liu Yi in astonishment, and then reacted quickly and nodded with satisfaction to show encouragement.

It's just the loss in the depths of his eyes, for whom.

It's just that child, really didn't understand?

or~

...

At night, the house with the sound of daytime books floated out a strong medicinal fragrance.

The medicine is bitter, and the taste of the medicine is naturally bitter.

But the faint breath drifts far away, but with a refreshing sweetness.

This taste has been echoing in the small village every night since Liu Yi was three years old. The mountain people have been surprised for a long time. No matter how strange it is, in the name of the master, it is taken for granted.

What's more, some so-called anecdotes are often not paid attention to when they are familiar with them.

In general, this is the inertia of thinking.

But under the night, in the fence courtyard next to the study, the big man standing on the bluestone ground and hiding far away than others.

Why is the academy so dazzling and eye-catching and quiet?

...

Late night, a mountain village, an inconspicuous earthen house.

This is a low house with dead grass mixed with rotten mud and poured into a square earth block, stacked in layers that is neither beautiful nor firm.

Most of the houses in the mountains are like this. Except for the husband's family, except for the Cangka family, which is known as the holy hand in the hunt, even the village head, there are only two more layers of fences around the earthen house.

Chang Pan rolled his body and lay on the hot kang. He couldn't sleep.

The parents were tired during the day, and they had already fallen asleep.

The starlight outside the house penetrated through the cracks of the grass on the roof and sprinkled spots on the ground.

Opening his eyes, Chang Pan happened to see a particularly bright light spot on the muddy ground. He felt that the scene he was used to seeing in the past night was particularly beautiful today.

Somehow, the day teacher taught that he did not understand, but a certain word - Honghu's ambition, suddenly popped out from the bottom of his heart.

He recalled that it was rare to see the line of egrets in the sky in the afternoon.

The egret not only made his family get a little meat, but also hooked his heart into the sky.

Close your eyes and force yourself to sleep. I don't know why he is in a particularly good spirit today.

Unable to make it, he narrowed his eyes again, secretly looked at his parents, and found that they showed no sign of waking up.

His eyes flashed, Chang Pan was like a thief, and he carefully pulled out a silk book from the shabby linen robe in his arms...

Skillfully turned over the bed, put on straw shoes, and tiptoed to the door.

Looking back and seeing that he did not wake up his family, Chang Pan breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door out.

With a "squeak", it was slightly like a cat on this quiet night.

Chang Pan suddenly rushed out of the house, and his agile movements did not match his slightly fat figure.

He doesn't know what it means to have a silk book hidden in the belly of the fish in the afternoon. He also couldn't figure out why after eating the whole fish, his strength seemed to be much stronger and the move was much brighter.

He doesn't understand that he usually just learned from the husband for a few days. How can he understand such profound words in silk books?

He suspected that this was a gift from heaven, or the ** of Shan Xiao. He originally wanted to discard this strange silk book, but he was reluctant to give up. He had made up his mind to hide it, bury it, and never look at it again.

But on this night, when he was full of fantasizing about the flying appearance, in the dilapidated courtyard surrounded by only half of the fence, through the starlight-

The fat boy in the mountain village who has been reading for several years and waking up his ambitions finally couldn't resist the inexplicable **~

With trembling hands, he spread out the purple silk book that was difficult to distinguish and comfortable to touch.

First, a few big golden characters, as if they were emitting a faint light, and in an instant, they sucked all his mind into it!

Jiuxiao Zifu, Thunder General Outline!