Chapter 10 Cultivation

"The time has come, book back!" A small voice sounded, and it can be found that the source of the sound is the "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion".

Almost as soon as the sound fell, a lot of things have flown out of the sect of Sanxian Mountain. From afar, it looks like a strange bird. You can see that these so-called strange birds are actually just a book. It is only because they use pages as wings and slowly pat them to look very similar.

It's not easy to read these books, but it only took a while to fly back to the "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion", like thousands of birds throwing into the forest. Although some people chased those books out, they did not dare to act rashly. They could only watch those books eventually fall into the hands of a thin teenager.

"It's done, it's done!" When the last volume fell into his hand, Han Yuan patted the book and turned back to the tower. Unexpectedly, he didn't look at the guys who followed him at all.

"What's the way this boy came from? How can he be so domineering?" A seemingly young inner door disciple looked at the open tower door and suddenly asked, "Isn't it said that the 'Tibetan Sutra Pavilion' has long been out of these basic classics? Where did Uncle Wrinkle find such a boy? How dare you use the 'spiritual summoning' so openly in the sect, and you are not afraid of being punished?

After listening to the young man's words, another young man beside him also frowned, as if he was a little puzzled, and said, "I really haven't heard much about it. I only heard that Elder Mu chose two disciples from the outer door to go up the mountain a few days ago, and one of them entered the 'Xuanmen'. I'm afraid it's the other one?"

"...the new disciple of the inner door?"

"It's better not to provoke him easily. I heard that Lin Rong, who was at the 'earth gate', came here to borrow a book a few days ago, but with two words, he had broken his ribs and relied on the elixir in the door. He has not fully recovered yet. He is really a cruel man."

"Is it Lin Rong in the 'ground gate' who is about to reach the middle of the spiral?"

"What else is there besides him?"

“......”

In a question and answer, not only did the two young men leave silently, but the rest of the people did not dare to stay for a long time, and they had dispersed like birds and beasts in the blink of an eye.

Han Yuan has been in the inner door for some time. There is only one thing he is most busy these days, that is, to take back the borrowed classics.

Having said that, he can't leave the tower too far. In case he really meets the gatekeeper mentioned by the old man in the tower, I'm afraid it's a little trouble. If such a powerful person has to embarrass himself, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to live a good life.

Fortunately, he is now at least a disciple of the Cultivation School. Although the old man did not teach him any fairy spells, he still allowed him to read the books on the first floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion at will. After reading a lot of classics, he found the 'spiritual skill'. With this spell, he finally had a way to take back the book.

Although the spell is not strong, just like the books in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, there is always a unique breath in the book that belongs to the Three Immortals Mountain. As long as you recognize this breath, it is not difficult to take back the book with this spell. After all, most of the people who borrow these basic classics are not powerful disciples in the family, otherwise they don't need to read these Things.

The only trouble is whether it is appropriate to cast the spell at will in the sect, which is completely unimportant to Han Yuan thought. At least when he cast the spell, he never saw the old man in the tower say anything, and no elder in the door came to embarrass him. It was regarded as his duty, and the elders in the door acquiesced. Right?

"The way of heaven and earth is almost clear, mysterious, obscure and obscure, the lifelong energy of the poor is difficult to understand one or two, the road is difficult to understand, and the path is not the blessing of our monks..."

Han Yuan still raised his legs high on the table, and half of his buttocks had slipped out of the chair. He said that he was sitting there, rather than lying there. His feet were bare, and his toes moved restlessly from time to time, as if he felt itching. He was watching carefully with an extremely thin book in his hand and looking at the big cover. The word "Tao" is written exactly.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with guarding the tower most of the time. Although the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is an important place in the door, there are not many people who come here to borrow. After all, the disciples of the inner gate have spells taught by their masters. The books on the first floor are not worth learning for them, and the classics on the upper level are not available for ordinary people to read, which makes this makes here Most of the time, it is still relatively quiet.

Han Yuan has nothing else to do except check the return of the books in the register every day. His skills can't be practiced openly. He doesn't want to waste this time. Except for his own luck, he has been reading here all this time.

Originally, Han Yuan also thought that the books here were not very useful to him, but he didn't expect to find that the books here were actually very useful after reading them. He didn't talk about those spells. With his ability, as long as he read them once with his right eye, he would never forget them, and it was extremely easy to understand.

What he cares most about is those Taoism. Han Yuan, who has no longer had to learn these basics, but he just knew the differences between the realms and was not very clear about the deep meaning. Only after reading these books did he really understand them.

"People's law and earth, earth law and heaven, heaven and Taoism, Taoism and nature? That's what it means, right? These things are too mysterious, aren't they? How can it be so troublesome?" After clapping his hands, Han Yuan said to himself in a disapproval tone, but he looked at his face without any confusion.

Although the name of this book called Taoism is big, since it is placed on the first floor, it is naturally impossible to be a profound book. It is just a book that ordinary practitioners must read first. The purpose is only to let those practitioners know what the cultivation is, the relationship between Taoism and magic, which is more important.

What is said in the book is naturally known by every practitioner and has always been regarded as the truth, but this is the first time Han Yuan has heard of this set of things...

Han Yuan's ability is all learned from Fubo. He has never asked about his identity, but it doesn't mean that he can't guess. Han Yuan could guess that Fubo was definitely not an ordinary person, and he was afraid that he was also a person who resounded on one side.

Han Yuan also learned serious cultivation methods from him, but the old beggar never explained the fundamentals of Taoism to him, but let him learn according to what he taught. Although he also cultivated true qi, it is not exactly the same as written in the book of the "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion".

"Tao... magic... Fubo taught me, but there are not so many words." Taoism is naturally the same as what Fubo always said, but..." Han Yuan held a book in his hand and couldn't help recalling what Fubo taught.

"Remember, boy, cultivation and practice are not actually the same meaning, and no matter what kind of statement it is, they are just summed up by later people. In fact, there was no such a statement at the earliest time, and it was only the word 'cultivation', as people advocate today, practicing the true spirit of Taoism. It's not the only way to detach."

"Certification of merit and virtue, proof of Tao by force, and the seven emotions and six desires of 'cutting three corpses', which is a method that has long existed in this world after the chaos is broken. However, in ancient times, it has been said that there is only one 'merit and virtue proof' that these three methods can be sanctified, and the other two have not been seen. The saint only has a Taoist lineage, which makes the word 'cultivation' only have the interpretation of 'cultivation'.

"For the same practice, what I teach you is not just 'cultivation', but the real 'cultivation'. Although the two have many similarities, they are actually very different. Remember that no matter what you encounter in the future, you must firmly believe that your 'cultivation' is true, and you will not be confused or disturbed by external forces, which is the true 'cultivation'.

Han Yuan held the book in his hand and looked straight at it, and his mind had already drifted away.

"It turns out that it's really different... but there is no big conflict. On the contrary, the method I learned is superior. Generally, the Taoist method only talks about the method of refining qi, but what Fubo taught me also teaches me the method of physical refining is very similar to the practice of the magic sect mentioned in these books, and I don't know what the relationship between the two is."

He raised his eyes and looked around the bookshelf. Soon, Han Yuan had given up. In the "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion" of Sanxian Mountain, how could he include the magic gate classics? There was no way to compare what he thought.

After thinking about it for a moment, Han Yuan has given up. No matter what is said, he only believes that Fubo will not harm himself, and what he has learned is indeed better than what Taoists say, but this is enough for him.

At night, Han Yuan's habitual movement of qi. He feels that he is afraid that it won't take long to make another breakthrough. It should be the late stage of fusion. In terms of the amount of true qi in his body, he has long had a chance to enter the later stage of integration, but his practice is different from what Taoist learning, so he will be integrated. It took so much time in the middle of the period.

Han Yuan sat firmly in his hut, and his true energy surged. The red lotus also appeared on his head again. Looking at its color and shape, it was indeed a little different. It already looked like a real lotus flower, and even the dewdrops on the lotus seed were clearly visible.

The black hair danced, and the left eye was closed, but the right eye was round and opened. A light of purple light shone directly on the wall, which turned out to be a picture.

The whole picture is a huge round shape. There are twelve vague humanoid things around the circle, but there are stars in the middle, as if there are stars in the sky, no more, just 108, and there are four mythical beast patterns in the east, south, west and north in the middle. There is a chaotic group in the middle. You can't see what it is, only makes people feel it. I feel that something is being conceived in it, but I can't explain it clearly.

This picture is exactly the practice method taught by Fubo to Han Yuan. According to Fubo, this skill has no name, and its role is not like Taoism. It pays attention to how to improve his own state of mind and communicate with the world. On the contrary, there is only the use of power, that is, the "sicultry" mentioned by Taoists, but there are some inexplicable and unclear differences.

Han Yuan's right eye was originally like ordinary people, but it was just ordinary black, but after his parents were killed, he found that his eyes could become as purple as they are now. Once there is any emotional change, or his mind is everywhere, it will be easy to change the color of his eyes.

It's not important to change the color. The important thing is that the right eye after changing the color has many incredible powers. Remember the moments you have seen in your eyes and convert them into a physical appearance, which is just one of them.

In Han Yuan's impression, Fubo was the only one who had a surprised expression, that time because he saw his purple eyes. Although he didn't say anything afterwards, Han Yuan could already know that he was different from ordinary people.

Although Han Yuan knew that his cultivation method was different from that of ordinary people, he was not shaken at all. He still believed that what he had learned was the most true. After a chance, he was much faster than before. Looking at one of the twelve patterns on the wall, one of them was gradually lighting up, and Han Yuan already knew that he was afraid of leaving. Breaking through this realm is not far away.

Han Yuan, who was dedicated to cultivation, naturally did not know that on the tower of the "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion", the old man looked at his residence blankly, and his eyes were uncertain and he didn't know what he was thinking.