Episode 1 Who Am I For in a Different World Chapter 9 Burning Hearts

Qimo got up and walked outside the bamboo tower. For the hanging painting on the incense platform, he could no longer see anything strange except the white light he had felt before. He just felt that the old man in the painting was becoming more and more ethereal and had a good fairy bone.

A dazzling sunlight shone on Qimo, who stepped out of the bamboo building. The fresh air made Qimo, who had been depressed for a long time, feel extremely comfortable. The pores of his whole body suddenly opened. Qimo closed his eyes and took a deep breath of coolness, and then slowly exhaled a turbid breath. He has a certain understanding of his own Qi Mo. His predecessor Qi Mo's cultivation is the peak of acquired. When Chen Lin is possessed, because the remaining thunder and lightning power in his body stimulates the circulation of true qi in the meridians, just like a balloon full of water. After its critical point, any external force can break the balance. Of course, practice does not It's so simple, but Zimo is already at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and the power of thunder and lightning has just become a breakthrough opportunity.

In the continent of the tomb, it is a great bottleneck to break through the congenital from the acquired. People are born from the fetus and directly breathe the innate qi when they come out of the mother's womb. After the mother's fetus, they begin to breathe the turbid qi from the outside world. The innateness no longer exists, and cultivation can arrange all the turbid qi in the human body, making people feel The ability to know is restored to the innate, so that you can feel the existence of the innate qi, and no longer inhale the acquired turbid qi into the body, and such a realm is become the innate realm by the Chen Tomb Continent. Only when you step into the innate talent can you have the qualification to continue to practice, because once the martial artist steps into the innate, then the life expectancy can have a qualitative flight. Leap.

The life expectancy of ordinary people is generally about 70, and some tough people, who are only 100 years old, will inevitably encounter the common situation of life and death. But those who step into the innate martial arts can have a 200-year life. This is fatal for ordinary people, so the atmosphere of practice in the continent of Chen Tomb has swept the whole continent.

Zimo has a general understanding of the cultivation level of this continent. The day after tomorrow is divided into the early stage, middle stage, late stage and perfection, and the realm of perfection is divided into small perfection and great perfection. That is to say, the day after tomorrow is divided into five stages, and the people who practice the day after tomorrow are called warriors. The martial artists are the lowest practitioners except for ordinary people in the continent of Chen Tomb. The acquired body is mainly forging. After the body reaches a certain level, the acquired turbid qi in the body can be excluded. When the turbid qi is forced out of the body, it will reach the realm of acquired perfection. In this realm, if you can feel the innate aura, then you can really step into the threshold of practice.

If you don't enter the world of practice, you don't know the hardship of practice. ordinary people think that practitioners can fly to the sky and move mountains and seas. In their eyes, these are the means of immortals. In fact, in the eyes of practitioners, flying to the world and moving mountains and seas are just a small means of the practice world, and they can't really enter the table. Once you step into perfection, you can have the power of ten tigers, that is, the power of one dragon. The acquired refining body is divided into six levels: inner door, copper skin, internal strength, bone refining, tendons, and internal organs. When the internal organs are refined to the point where they can be opened, they can step into the innate. Once you step into the innate and break through the shackles of this practice world, you can absorb the innate qi. After the practitioner calls it aura and steps into the innate, you can fly with the aura in your body. This is the so-called flying sky. As for the escape, it is simpler. In the continent of Chen Tomb, there is a special practitioner, usually the five elements. All cultivation, but this special type is only one line of practice. There is no realm of practice. This type of people are usually due to their own special attributes. Such practitioners can use their attribute aura to escape. For example, people born on the day of Jiuyin usually practice dark aura (reiki can be divided into fire, earth, water, earth, light, darkness and thunder according to their attributes). On the day of the ninth sun, you will choose to practice the aura of light. In the Chen Tomb mainland, everyone has a cognition, that is, when your physique is single, you can have a very ** perception of the corresponding aura. If you choose to practice according to it, you will have a practice speed that exceeds the ordinary practitioner.

has a faster practice than ordinary people. What does it mean? Practitioners are clear, which will mean that they can have a faster practice speed than others, which will play an extremely important role in their pursuit of eternal life. And it can break the establishment of fate, which is the ultimate pursuit of practitioners. Of course, Zimo doesn't feel this way now. Although he knows a little about the concept of practice from his predecessor, he doesn't know about long life. After all, the predecessor Zimo is only a cultivated person in the acquired realm, and he is far from qualified to pursue long life.

Chen Lin in his previous life practiced some physical martial arts because of an opportunity, so he easily accepted everything in the continent of Chen Tomb. Of course, in the world where Chen Lin lived in his previous life, the style of practice was not popular. Because some rulers promoted it as superstition, cultivation has always been superstition. , which is not accepted by the public. Moreover, due to the widespread and use of hot weapons, cold weapons have gradually withdrawn from the stage of society, while Chen Lin in his previous life, as a gang leader, has an extraordinary love for cold weapons. On it, there is an ink dagger that accompanies him for five years. Speaking of this dagger, it is also an opportunity for Chen Lin's statement in his previous life.

On the day of Chen Lin's debut, he learned some inherited martial arts by chance. At that time, Chen Lin, who was energetic, wanted to make a career ambitious due to the improvement of his own attack. Every young man in the parallel world where Chen Lin lived was more or less influenced by martial arts action films at that time, so Chen Lin, who had just made his debut, also rushed to the Shaolin Temple in Song Mountain. For people living in the 21st century, Shaolin has lost its mystery and taken it as a place of superstition, and Chen Lin, who has expanded his self-confidence, did not pay attention to this ancient land with a long history psychologically.

Chen Lin, who rushed to Shaolin with a stream of blood, did not even think that Shaolin's door had not been hacked in. Only two disciples who swept the mountain gate simply solved it. I have to say that Chen Lin's blow is not small. At that time, Chen Lin, who was defeated, realized that Shaolin's reputation was not advocated.

When Chen Lin was about to withdraw from Songshan Shaolin with a gray face, he happened to meet an old monk with a big ear and a white bearded old man dressed as a Taoist priest about 60 or 70 years old, talking and laughing while walking to the mountain gate.

"I have met the abbot and the Taoist priest." When the two disciples saw the two, they worshiped them respectfully.

The white-bearded Taoist priest and the old monk who were talking about something saw the embarrassed Chen Lin. Their eyes lit up and ignored the greetings of the two doormen, but nodded slightly. The old Taoist priest was about to speak, but the old abbot said first, "Do you dare to ask why the little donor came to Shaolin?"

Chen Lin, who was a little dirty in clothes, also noticed the monk and Taoist priest, and his expression was stunned. After hearing the old abbot's words, he said something strangely and kicked the hall.

Old monk: "..."

Old Taoist priest: "..."

The two sweeping disciples guarding the mountain gate couldn't help laughing, but with the presence of the old abbot, they did not laugh, and they were really uncomfortable.

"Cough..." The old monk coughed, his old face was a little unnatural, and he looked solemn, and said, "So, what school is the donor from?"

Chen Lin was stunned again, sect??? Well, Chen Lin, who lived in the 21st century and stepped into a mafia career, felt strange about this ancient word... The old abbot saw that Chen Lin, who was stupid, didn't want to open his mouth, and looking at his entangled expression, he thought that he couldn't get an answer.

"So, little benefactor, why did you come to Shaolin, this... Kick the hall?" The old monk's face turned black and black, and he asked a little speechlessly.

smash the scene??? Come to Songshan Shaolin??? The old abbot who read Shaolin classics deeply felt dizzy, which happened many years ago...

Chen Lin felt like a confused clown standing on the stage, and the audience at the bottom of the stage did not shout and make fun of him. It's as if your existence has become the most direct decoration, with no sense of existence... But Chen Lin was not angry about anything, which... But he asked for it. Who let himself do anything? Shaolin and Chen Lin despised him fiercely.

"Haha, old bald, the little guy is here to smash the scene. All right, let me talk to this little guy." The old Taoist priest looked at the cold atmosphere, felt a burst of joy in his heart, and said with a laugh.

Chen Lin woke up from his self-deprecating thoughts, looked at the old monk with apologetically in his eyes, and then stared at the old Taoist priest with doubt. He really muttered in his heart, "What's the matter with you?" I didn't kick your Taoist temple again.

Baixu Taoist ignored Chen Lin's doubts, but said to himself, "Little guy, what do you think of the two little doormen's skills?"

"This old man is starting to fool again!" The old monk stared at the old Taoist priest with bad eyes, and the friendly conversation just now disappeared, and his eyes were full of vigilance. No, this little donor must not be fooled by this old guy!"

The question of Baixu Taoist made Chen Lin, who was still puzzled, feel ashamed.

"This old guy..." The black line on Chen Lin's forehead, I don't know if the young master has just been defeated? Chen Lin's eyes gradually began to change from doubt to bad... He gritted his teeth and stared at the white-bearded Taoist priest.

But Baixu Taoist seemed to have never noticed it and said proudly, "Little guy, my old man can easily solve them with his fingers!"

Chen Lin was stunned, his eyes flashed, and his face stared at the red old face of the Baixu Taoist with a smile. Obviously, it was not very convincing for the words of the Baixu Taoist. Those two disciples guarding the mountain have learned the kung fu by themselves,

The Baixu Taoist looked at Chen Lin with an inexplicable smile. He also knew that the little guy was not convinced of his words, so he said, "Hey, little guy, don't believe it. Although my old man's muscles and bones are a little rusty, it's still effort to deal with these two little guys." The old man stared at his old abbot, stroked his snow-colored white beard, and ignored it directly. He openly continued his demagogic plan. The old abbot beside him was almost eager to breathe fire, but it was not easy to attack. His disciples beat the young man so awkwardly. Well, even if it was his mistake in coming to kick the hall first, what could he do? Who let us young man have good roots and make amends for himself? Question mark The old abbot's old face is also very suffoth.

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After the inexhaustible inducement of Taoist people, Chen Lin finally rolled his eyes and became a direct disciple of Baixu Taoist. The angry old abbot ordered the master and apprentice to be expelled on the spot. Later, Chen Lin learned that his teacher's name was Li Zongyuan. He is the 32nd generation of the head of Tianyi Gate. Li Zongyuan is ninety-five years old, aiming to accumulate thousands of yin virtues, turn them into merits, and incorporate them into their own magic weapons, so that they can turn them into their own essence, increase their cultivation, and pursue the road of long life.

Of course, not all the merits and virtues accepted can be absorbed and transformed. Eight out of ten must be sacrificed to heaven and earth and get the protection of heaven and earth before they can get the permission of heaven and continue to accumulate thousands of virtues to practice. Heaven, with heaven as the top, heaven is the only one for them. Not to be violated!

Chen Lin's ink dagger is the only magic weapon passed by Baixu Taoist to this direct descendant. Speaking of the ink dagger, Baixu Taoist can't say why. He only knows that his master excavated and found it at the site of a sect. At that time, Li Zongyuan's master saw that it had been corroded for hundreds of years, and the capital of the dagger had not changed at all. After wiping it, he could still see its cold light. Seeing its extraordinaryness, it was also collected. Although it can be seen at a glance that this dagger is a sharp weapon to see blood, Tianyi, although it cultivates yin virtues, it does not hinder its collection.

And as soon as Chen Lin entered his door, Baixu Taoist had no good magic weapon for Chen Lin. He knew that the dagger was not ordinary, although he and his master could not explore its secrets. Just in time, Chen Lin, who stepped into the underworld at the same time, also fell in like this ink, but also a cold dagger. Baixu Taoist had no choice but to follow the apprentice. Looking at the apprentice playing with the dagger happily, Li Zongyuan smiled gently. Let him go...

A door rule is loose. As long as it does not hurt nature, the extinction of human nature will not be restrained at all. Li Zongyuan has six disciples. In addition to Chen Lin, there are also five registered disciples. After Chen Lin learned some basic methods of practicing qi, Chen Lin went down the mountain to fight for an underworld career. Li Zongyuan was well known that this disciple was grumpy and had to be washed away by blood, so he did not hinder him without obstruction. He only gave him a deadline and must return to the mountain gate five years later.

Li Zongyuan also did not expect that Chen Lin's anger was so heavy that he relied on his own agility and held an ink dagger to hit a world, but he would die in five years.

"I don't know how the master will feel..." Zimo sighed softly.

The purpose of walking out of the small bamboo building is a lush bamboo forest, drawing closer to a small countryside of half a mu. An old man lay quietly on a rattan chair, and a child stared at a little ant lying on the ground. The quiet picture seemed to be free from smoke and dust.

Zimo was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked at his neat clothes, then understood the reason for the matter, and slowly walked to an old man not far away.

"Thank you for saving me!" At a distance of three or four steps from the old man, Qi Mo sincerely bent slightly and said.

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