I won't mention the ability of the monks in the book "Becoming a God" for the time being, but there are so many categories. Fang Qi wasn't sure which one he cultivated well before, cultivating demons, cultivating the Dao, and cultivating the sword each had their own strengths, and each had its own merits. But since I saw the Kunlun Sword of the Changhuai Sword God, the appearance is ancient and powerful, and when I am looking for something to cultivate now, I naturally chose the way of the sword.

There is nothing to do in Taoyuanju, and there are no outsiders at all, and all the people facing each other day and night are Hongyuan and the little platypus. Talent will not ask for trouble and send himself to the hungry wolf, generally how far away from him is. But the little platypus can only chatter, usually encounter some interesting and strange things to share with others, such as he left Taoyuan Residence to walk around the courtyard, as far as the eye can see, the vast loess desert makes people sigh; the little platypus is the king on the land, has disdained to conquer ants and petals, and plunged into the garden lake to open up new areas; and for example, in the study turned out a few strange treasures, want to study with others......

Looking left and right, the object is only Hongyuan, and there is no second choice.

He is also a good talker, holding himself back all day and night, and it is difficult not to hold back something after a long time. There was no way, I really couldn't bear the loneliness, Fang Qi went to Hongyuan to speak. But this person is a stuffy gourd, and whatever he says Hongyuan is a well, what, interesting, oh response. The short man is tall, and he doesn't like it, it's just a person...... After talking about it far away, I will leave, and I will come back next time to talk about it.

He can come to him seven or eight times a day, but fortunately, Hongyuan has always been not in high spirits, but he has never felt impatient.

Since I made up my mind to cultivate, the biggest benefit is nothing more than finding something to do in the boring Valley of a Thousand Corpses that can pass the time, and if I have nothing to do, I will drill into the treasure room. The study really lived up to the nickname of the treasure room he had raised, and he looked through the exercises with a purpose, only to find that the books in it were all-encompassing, and there were thousands of them. Not only sword cultivation, but also many cultivation methods such as demon cultivation, Taoist cultivation, Buddhist cultivation, etc., which are almost comparable to the collection of books of large sect families.

Because he didn't know the words here, he couldn't even read the cover, so he could only look at the illustrations and guess out of thin air. I turned out all the Kafa with sword illustrations in the exercise books and studied them by myself.

But......

Looking at the picture and telling the story is not his strong point == The moves of the sword above are also half-understood, and he took a broken sword and drew a scoop according to the gourd, and practiced all morning, and there was no feeling about the flow of true qi on his body, as if he could only ...... Stay fit.

Fang Qi compared for a long time, although the sword was not of high grade, but since it was a sword, there was no unsinkable one, and by noon he could barely lift his arm.

Hongyuan was halfway through cooking, and suddenly heard a slight movement outside, thinking that the person was talking again, he cut the dish with a straight face for a while, no one came in to look for it, and couldn't help but look sideways and look out, there was nothing.

The man's hand gripping the hilt of the knife was stunned, with his eyes and ears...... There's no reason to hear it wrong.

Hongyuan gently put down the knife, frowned, and held the chopping board in a daze.

He liked very much that the man came to him when he had nothing to do, and even deliberately counted the time and waited for him to come, like a concubine waiting for the emperor to summon him.

Why did he leave him here, wasn't it for this moment?

There are only two of them in the Valley of a Thousand Corpses. He could only see him, he could touch him, he could only come to him, go around him, and he only needed him alone. Here he is his everything.

Today he was rarely quiet...... I'm really not used to it.

After waiting for a while, unable to hold back the throbbing in his heart, the man smiled bitterly and shook his head, as if he was a little frustrated. Leave the kitchen and walk in the direction of the study.

The door of the study was not closed, and when I was far away, I saw the man lying on the table and looking at things, and he did not sit on a stool, but stood bent over, standing without a standing posture, his legs were moving dishonestly, and his buttocks were twisted, and his weight was on his left foot for a while, and his weight was on his right foot for a while.

Hongyuan shook his head and smiled, walked in, and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

Fang Qi bit his finger and looked up at him, his eyes were a little pitiful, he put down the book and ran over, graciously took his arm to the table, brought him a stool and invited him to sit down.

Hongyuan paused, and said warmly, "What's wrong?"

Fang Qi sighed, in the original world, no matter how bad he was, he would not be like now, he couldn't read a single big word, he was properly illiterate, it was simple.

Fang Qi coughed dryly and said, "That...... Can you teach me to read?"

Hongyuan glanced at the book in his hand, understood in his heart, and said, "I'll take a look." ”

Fang Qi looked sad and handed him the book.

Hongyuan closed the book and looked at the title, "Flying Immortal Sword Spectrum." Then he raised his eyes to look at him and frowned, "You want to cultivate a sword?"

Fang Qi pulled a stool from the side, sat down in front of him, and probed his brain: "I want to cultivate, what kind of exercise is this, Flying Immortal Sword Spectrum?"

Fang Qi frowned, and the Flying Immortal Sword ...... I didn't understand, he took a few books and compared them, looking at the sword style in this book is the simplest, there are four words on the book cover, and I thought it was a sword cultivation or something, what kind of exercise is the Flying Immortal Sword Spectrum?

Hongyuan put the book away, put it on the table, smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and said, "Why do you suddenly want to cultivate?"

Fang Qi took the book over, lowered his head and flipped it over, and said without raising his head: "What do you mean by suddenly remembering, don't you know, I have wanted to cultivate for a long time, but I used to just think about it, but now I ...... It's ready to put it into action. ”

Hongyuan said coldly: "I asked you why. ”

Why don't you cling to me? Why make a change? I can, I'm willing to give you all you want.

Fang Qi was stunned for a moment, looking up at him with some doubt in his eyes. Hongyuan spoke rigidly, and his voice rarely fluctuated, but he could feel that he had no malicious intent. Today's tone suddenly cooled down, as if it was mixed with ice ballast, as if he owed him money and hadn't paid it back.

"What are you murderous?" Fang Qi frowned and said, "How can there be so many whys, I am not hot for three minutes on a whim, I have long wanted to cultivate." ”

And most importantly...... If he really can't go home, he can only stay here, and the cultivation realm is full of monks, and he can't live too much.

It's not a three-minute heat......

Hongyuan's face turned even colder.

Fang Qi looked at him strangely, he didn't know where he touched his reverse scales, but Hongyuan would only be unreasonable when he was on **, usually - especially in recent days, the two of them got along fine, he was very talkative. Fang Qi was not afraid of him, seeing that his face was even more stinky, he immediately said more horizontally: "Don't teach." ”

After finishing speaking, he got up and left, Hongyuan grabbed him, raised his eyes to look at him, and said coldly: "What a big temper." ”

Fang Qi: "......"

"Teach, why don't you teach," Hongyuan asked him to sit down, softened his tone, and asked in a different way, "Why do you want to cultivate the sword?"

Fang Qi didn't doubt him, his eyes lit up, and he said: "Handsome! I didn't know what I should cultivate, but the Kunlun Sword is too handsome! Don't you think? If I can, I hope I can draw the sword with my own hands one day!"

Hongyuan didn't speak, stared at his face carefully for a moment, his expression couldn't hide the excitement of anticipation, it didn't seem to be fake. The man pursed his lips, even if he was unwilling, he still didn't want to see this person's disappointed expression, and he had already taken a step back and compromised, secretly saying that no matter how he tossed anyway, he couldn't turn over his palm.

Afraid of what?

Hongyuan held his wrist, and his fingers touched the veins of sorrow, frowning.

The last time he was at the inn, he said that he wanted to cultivate, and at that time he asserted that he was not qualified, and he didn't just say it. His root bones were really not good materials for cultivation, the meridians were blocked, and it was difficult for true qi to circulate in his body. If there is no true qi, how can we gather the Yuan Dan? The Yuan Dan is the foundation of a cultivation, and without the Yuan Dan, how can we talk about cultivation.

Hongyuan tapped his fingers on his wrist and thought, "I really want to cultivate the sword?"

Fang Qi didn't know the reason, and said carefully: "It won't bother you too much, you just need to teach me to read, I can read and understand the book, just study it slowly." ”

"Nonsense," Hongyuan thought for a moment, and said in his heart that it was better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, only in this way would he always need him and come to him from time to time.

Hongyuan said: "Literacy is too cumbersome to teach. So, if you don't understand anything, you come and ask me. The Flying Immortal Sword Book is not suitable for you, wait for me to find an entry-level book. ”

Fang Qi was dumbfounded, looking at him puzzledly, thinking with a tangled face, which is more cumbersome to teach literacy or now...... After teaching him to recognize the words, he will do it once and for all, what does it mean now? Obviously, the latter is more troublesome, Hongyuan is not a sword cultivator, and if he wants to teach him, wouldn't he have to gnaw through the exercises one by one...... Otherwise, he has half a bucket of water by himself, how can he be a teacher?

I thought so, but no matter how bad Hongyuan was, he was better than him, Fang Qi hurriedly pushed all the sword-style illustrations he picked out, and said, "I found a lot, you can see which one is better." ”

Hongyuan flipped it over, rubbed his forehead, and said, "No." ”

"......" Fang Qi sighed and said, "No, you can take a look, there are swords painted on it, it must be used for sword cultivation, why can't it." ”

Hongyuan explained: "It's all sword books. ”

Fang Qi blinked, and the sword score ...... What happened to the sword spectrum......

Seeing that he looked confused, he didn't know anything and dared to cultivate the sword, he was angry and helpless in his heart, but compared to these emotions, he was even more glad that he took over the mess before he just started to cultivate indiscriminately, otherwise he didn't know how much he would have to walk on the crooked road.

Hongyuan said patiently: "The sword spectrum records the sword style, the more true qi there is, the greater the power of the sword style." You don't have true qi, and the sword score is useless. ”

Fang Qi frustrated and put the book aside, "I've been busy all morning. ”

Outside, the sky is blue and the sun is white, the fragrance of flowers is floating, and it has already arrived at noon. Hongyuan pulled him up and said, "Eat first, don't rush this moment." ”

After a busy morning, it was time to rest, Fang Qi rubbed his sour arm, thinking that he was really not a human being, and followed in the direction of the kitchen.

After lunch, Hongyuan unexpectedly picked out two books in the afternoon. Fang Qi flipped it over, this is an entry-level swordsmanship? Good guy, it is as thick as a knuckle, densely bent and full of garbled words, piled up messy and full, and he is dizzy to see.

He couldn't understand it, so he could only wait for Hongyuan to eat the book thoroughly first, and then he could take care of him, and wait on the side boredly. After waiting for a while, the drowsiness came up, and he forced himself not to sleep, and grabbed the little duckbill playing from outside, put it on his lap and kneaded it. The little duckbill was pinched uncomfortably by him, shaking his head and shaking his hair.

Hongyuan looked at it seriously, the speed and frequency of turning the book page by page were very regular, and after half an hour, he finished turning the book for the first time, and hastily browsed it for the second time to make sure, and then explained the exercises and key points to him in detail.

Fang Qi followed his words and gathered his dantian...... Fang Qi inhaled hard and contracted his lower abdomen, pressed his lower abdomen, and said worriedly: "Is the dantian here?"

Hongyuan: "......"

Feel the flow of true qi in the abdominal cavity, guide it to flow around the limbs and eight bones, it is normal for the meridians to feel blocked, and it is necessary to slowly open it up. Fang Qi did as he was instructed in a daze, really angry...... These two words...... It's too abstract...... What the hell is it......

Fang Qi held back for an afternoon, there was no progress at all, he himself felt ashamed, his expression was sad, he suddenly lost confidence, and leaned on the table and said, "Do you say that Ou I can practice well?" Alas, it's so difficult. ”

Hongyuan patted the top of his head, it is up to people to make things happen, and if you can't do it, you can't do it.

That night, Fang Qi sighed for a long time, he used to always joke that other monks practiced meditation, and their legs were not sore, and their feet were numb. When it came to the real knife, he didn't have so many words, he crossed his legs cross-legged and straightened, inhaled and exhaled for a long time, trying to find that true qi, and worked hard for an hour, it was dark, and there was still no progress, and he hit the wall on the first day, and Fang Qi was so angry that he hit the wall. Hongyuan coaxed him for a quarter of an hour to let him lose his breath, and then made persistent efforts the next day, and began to sleep on his stomach.

After a while, the breathing of the person inside tended to be stable, and the person on the outside opened his eyes and sat up. He slept in a good position, and he didn't move around almost all night, occupying only a very small space outside. The sleeping position of the man inside was the same as that of the other person, and he slept vigorously, and he was still lying flat, with his hands folded on his stomach, and now he was lying on his stomach, his face pressed against his left arm, his left leg straight, and his right leg bent. Hongyuan held up his cheek with one hand, and then pulled out the pressed left hand, so as not to numb his hand.

The man circled his left wrist for a moment, then carefully retracted his strength, and a warm breath penetrated his wrist, pulling his hard and stiff veins.

The so-called qualifications of the monks are, firstly, the true qi of the beginning, and secondly, the tendons, veins and bones. The Yuan Shi True Qi is the first contact with cultivation, the first true qi found in the dantian, the true qi is strong and weak, the stronger the qualification, the better the qualification, the weaker is the opposite. The second is the root bone of the muscles and veins, and some people have good root bones, and they only need to be taken care of and dredged slightly. Some people have poor qualifications, and even if it takes decades, they may not be able to dredge a finger. That's the difference between genius and scrap.

The practice of cultivating the truth occupies a considerable part of the destiny of God. What kind of qualifications you have are given, you will be able to cultivate to what extent. Although it is said that it is up to people to succeed, the vast majority of monks cannot be in people, and it still depends on heaven.

The young man's dantian is not without true qi, but it is only a little better than nothing, and it is better than nothing. The meridians are also very blocked, and if he relies on his own strength to cultivate, I am afraid that it will take ten years and eight years, and he may not be able to dredge the tendons and veins.

Although his cultivation is profound, one side is too strong and the other side is too weak, but he must be more careful, the time cannot be long or short, the cultivation cannot be too much and not too little, and he must not be arrogant and fierce and rashly open up the meridians for him at once, so as not to make the body unbearable and leave future troubles, so that it will be more difficult to serve. can only choose the safest and most troublesome one, first introduce the cultivation into his dantian, hook the little heat in the abdominal cavity, and use his own true qi to channel the meridians little by little.

This method is extremely troublesome and trivial, and it consumes energy, but it has the advantage of guiding his own true qi to dredge the tendons, and the intention is to let the true qi develop inertia, and in the future, as long as he guides it slightly, he can flow freely. Although it takes time and effort to guide the true qi, the beneficiary can get twice the result with half the effort.

In addition to internal adjustment, it is also necessary to complement each other externally, and complement each other internally and externally, so as to complement each other better.

The internal adjustment is to dredge the tendons and veins, and the external tonic is naturally the elixir of eating to warm the tendons and veins and regulate the true qi.

So Fang Qi woke up the next day, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a bowl of black strange soup. Fang Qi rubbed his eyes, stirred it with a spoon, turned out a few rice grains, and said, "What is this?" ”

Hongyuan said: "Medicinal soup, open your mouth." Then he brought the porcelain bowl to his mouth.

Fang Qi lowered his head and sniffed, his face immediately wrinkled badly, sour, bitter and spicy, choking him to turn his head sideways and sneeze, pushed the bowl back and said: "I'm not sick, I don't drink it, it smells weird, it can't be Chinese medicine, right? ”

After speaking, he lifted the quilt and wanted to sit up, Hongyuan pressed his shoulder and said softly: "Obedient, drink it, this is Du Zhencao." ”

Du Zhen grass is rare, it is the best product to nourish the meridians, the medicinal power is good, but Du Zhen grass is very delicate, can not withstand half of the wind and rain, partial birth of this grass has spirituality, not bound, domestic can not live, have to be wild-raised, I don't know how many die halfway, plus the growth cycle is extremely slow, two thousand years to grow into a plant. Every time a plant comes out, it will be coaxed by many families.

Fang Qi said: "I don't know, what is Du Zhencao?"

Hongyuan: "......"

The man stroked his forehead and said, "Duzhen Grass is a treasure for warming and nourishing muscles and veins, and it only takes two thousand years to get one plant, don't you want to cultivate?"

"Do you think I'm stupid," Fang Qi said sincerely, "It's so precious, where did you find it?" I want to vomit when I smell it, take it away. ”

Hongyuan coaxed with the last temperament: "I'll drink with you, you half and I half, okay?"

Fang Qi felt uncomfortable when he thought of that smell, and he could guess how sweet and sour the taste was just by smelling it, and shook his head decisively: "It's not good." ”

The man ran out patiently, and looked at him with a sinking face, Fang Qi looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and he had a provocative expression that I wouldn't drink what you would do with me, and he was angry with you.

Hongyuan knew that he couldn't get used to this, so he laughed out loud and said in a low voice: "Toast and don't eat and drink." ”

Early in the morning, Fang Qi didn't really want to deal with him, and seeing that he couldn't afford to get up, his ass jumped down, planning to sleep back.

Just lying down on the **, I saw the man holding the medicine bowl and drinking it all, Fang Qi looked at him with a shocked face, the man's expression was calm, there was no painful expression of drinking Chinese medicine, Fang Qi secretly wondered in his heart, could it be that he smelled and ate fragrantly? I couldn't help but feel a little choked, I should have licked and tasted it just now......

Immediately Hongyuan leaned down, supported his left hand beside him, pinched his cheek with his right hand, and stretched his mouth open, Fang Qi watched his face get closer and closer, only then did he see that the man's cheeks were slightly bulging, and he didn't swallow at all!

"Don't ...... I'll drink!I'll drink!Is there any?!" Guessing what he wanted to do, Fang Qi hurriedly screamed, reaching out to push him, but Hongyuan had already pressed up, blocking his lips and putting the liquid medicine into his mouth.

The medicinal soup smells worse and stinks to drink, the bitter and spicy taste chokes his tears are about to come down, and it is even more difficult to drink than Chinese medicine, thinking that this medicine is from the man's mouth, wrapped in his saliva, he feels even more difficult to swallow, the mouth is gurgling, he doesn't want to swallow, he is too choking, struggling to spit things out.

Where would Hongyuan let him succeed, holding his two lips, blocking them tightly, not spilling out a drop. Fang Qi held on for a few seconds, but he couldn't stand the strange smell and swallowed it in humiliation.

Sensing that his throat rolled twice, the man pried his lips open, his tongue swept in his mouth, and the tooth ** carefully examined it, even reaching into his throat to explore. Fang Qi was poked by him so uncomfortably and uncomfortably, he swallowed his saliva, pushed the man's chest hard, and said vaguely: "I...... Drink it! Get out!"

Hongyuan left his lips, rubbed his slightly swollen lower lip with the hand that stuck his cheek, and chuckled, "That's good." ”

Fang Qi's eyes were red with anger, and he raised his foot to kick him indiscriminately, Hongyuan pressed his messy legs behind his back, pursed his lips and smiled, got up and went out with the bowl.

Neuropathy!

For more than a month since then, Hongyuan has poured him almost five meals a day, sweet and sour or tasteless when he is lucky, bitter and salty when he is unlucky, and has an indescribable strange taste. I don't know what he was fed, but Hongyuan valued it very much, every time he stared at him to drink, he had to drink it anyway, either he took the initiative to drink it himself, or he drank it passively. Taking the initiative to drink tests his willpower, and passive drinking is to be fed mouth-to-mouth medicine by men, often not giving up after feeding, vigorously kissing his lips, sucking and biting, and it is very swollen when it is over.

Fang Qi had suffered a few losses, he was really afraid of him, and whenever he drank the medicine, he prepared a large handful of snacks and pastries, especially consciously held the medicine and drank it, and then frantically stuffed sugar into his mouth.

However, the effect of internal adjustment and external replenishment during these periods of time is also significant, Fang Qi's cultivation has progressed rapidly, and he soon felt a faint flow of heat circulating in his body, like a cluster of warm and not hot small flames, from the arms to the toes, from the chest to the lower abdomen, running freely, and finally returning to the dantian.

Fang Qi tried and tried again in amazement, this feeling ...... It's like a small remote-controlled glass ball in his body, and wherever he points it, the ball rolls away.

"I ......" Fang Qi said at a loss: "What's going on...... This one...... It's weird. ”

The man smiled: "The muscles and veins are unblocked." ”

If he had heard about the dredging and blockage of the veins before, he would inevitably feel abstract and strange again...... But over time, the small glass ball went from being able to swim only on the abdomen, slowly expanding its territory, to the left hand, to the right hand, then to the legs, and finally to the joints of the ten fingers. From the time to time, to the current smoothness.

It turns out that this is true qi......

Fang Qi suddenly squinted at the man, and snorted: "Don't laugh, I don't know who said me before, saying that my roots and bones are not good, and I am not a material for cultivation, look at me now, my muscles and veins are clear!"

Hongyuan smiled: "I didn't see that you were a piece of jade, but I lost my eyes." ”

Fang Qi nodded and said, "It's good if you know, remember to reflect on it." ”

The man smiled and said nothing, there were a lot of excellent elixirs during the day, and he didn't need money to feed him. It was he himself who did it for him at night