The next day after waking up, Zhao Chen was listless, usually he should have meditated and cultivated at this time, but today he couldn't lift his energy, he had nothing to do, fiddled with some flowers and plants, brought back a bucket of clear springs, and fenced the entire courtyard with bamboo, cleared the fallen leaves on the swing, and sat on it and looked at the mountains in the distance, which made him forget for a while, as if he was in another world, and all the cultivation matters were left behind by him.

The day is always short, and after sunset, it is dark and cold.

When the night is quiet, it hurts the most, all kinds of things in the past will hover in Zhao Chen's mind from time to time, and everything now makes him feel vanity and unreal.

Yes, he is homesick, he thinks of Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao, and he thinks of those simple villagers. I want to go back to the farmland of Xiangye Village, I want to see the children in the village chasing and playing again, and I want to drink a cup of tea under the plane tree in front of my house and blow the cool breeze for a while.

It would be nice if Uncle Zhao was here, the swarthy and sturdy rural man could always use his broad arms and a faint smile to give him enough security, but it was a pity that things were not human.

Uncle Zhao, are you alright?

Sixteen-year-old Zhao Chen's inner weakness was torn apart in this ruthless night, and it was shown nakedly. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, shook his head with a wry smile, and pouted.

People lack the most support points when they are confused and helpless, and Zhao Chen is too. But life must go on, people must always live, and to live in this world, you will either shrink for a lifetime or have strength. If it were you, what would you choose?

Zhao Chen's choice may be the same as yours. He rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, sat up, and took a deep look at "Qi Xia Gong" on his lap with his eyes, and turned a page...

It was destined to be an extraordinary night.

As in the past, the glow dissipates as soon as it enters the body.

The golden light in the center of his eyebrows appeared at the right time, shining when Zhao Chen was in chaos. The golden light flashed, and a trace of purple qi gradually condensed in the air, Zhao Chen's body seemed to have a huge suction, and the purple qi was inhaled into the body, constantly swimming in his body, and finally converged on Zhao Chen's chest.

The purple qi became more and more until it permeated his whole body, and the prism on his chest became clearer and clearer, shining with purple light, penetrating his clothes and reflecting on the outside of his body, illuminating the entire room purple.

The golden light was dim, and the purple air was pervasive.

Purple qi permeated his whole body, Zhao Chen's body became hotter and hotter, and sweat kept sliding down his forehead. The strangeness of his body made Zhao Chen wake up from the chaos, and he opened his eyes, his face full of shock.

Zhao Chen looked down at the purple light flickering on his chest, and tore his clothes in a hurry, a prismatic pattern on his chest was extremely conspicuous, glowing with a strong purple light, very dazzling.

In an instant, all the purple light in his body gathered towards his chest, and the prismatic shape on his chest became brighter and brighter, gradually flashing in front of Zhao Chen's body, and a purple scripture came into Zhao Chen's eyes.

In the sky, the sea of clouds surged in an instant, lightning and thunder, "ding~" A crisp bell sound broke through the air, accompanied by the phoenix and the dragon, the sound of the avenue continued to roar in Zhao Chen's mind, and a rich voice sang the obscure and profound scriptures, Zhao Chen's whole person fell into an ethereal, and the purple light in his eyes flowed.

"At the beginning of the avenue, yin and yang are combined, turbidity is separated, and the two poles are circulating. If the Tao Qi lasts forever, you can become a god. The way to become a god is the Tao Sutra. ”

After the song, the purple light in Zhao Chen's eyes dissipated, and the entire "Tao Sutra" appeared in Zhao Chen's mind, which was extremely clear.

Zhao Chen seemed to have collapsed, and his whole body fell on the bamboo couch, unconscious.

The morning sun is exceptionally mild, and the air is still filled with potpourri.

"Ahem" accompanied by a light cough, Zhao Chen opened his eyes, and there was an abnormal feeling of exhaustion in his body, which made his open eyes slowly close again, and when he opened and closed, Zhao Chen remembered something, and suddenly got up, and pulled the gray robe with both hands, and a purple prismatic pattern on his chest was extremely clear, like a birthmark. Zhao Chen thought back to everything that had happened last night, and a purple scripture appeared in his mind, which made him still look shocked.

Zhao Chen silently recited the originally obscure and profound scriptures of the "Tao Sutra" word by word, and his mind was clear.

"The beginning of the road ... ”

Zhao Chen had been studying the Taoist scriptures all day, and there seemed to be a powerful magic that made Zhao Chen think about tea and dinner, and immersed himself in it.

Time still keeps running forward, and the sun still crosses the sky regularly from east to west.

Unconsciously, it was already afternoon, and Zhao Chen had already studied the entire Taoist scripture twice.

The entire Dao Sutra divides the entire cultivation into nine realms. One realm: Dao Qi enters the body. Second realm: Dao Qi transforms. Three Realms: Taoism and Nature. Four Realms: Law Phase. Five Realms: Qi Breaks the Galaxy. Six Realms: Return to the Ruins. Seven Realms: Breaking the Law. Eight Realms: Dao Qi Reincarnation. Nine Realms: Oneness.

That trace of purple qi is the so-called Dao Qi in the Tao Sutra. Dao Qi enters the body and turns everything into truth.

Zhao Chen retracted his mind, the appearance of the Dao Sutra made him confused, and he was more excited, he knew that the opportunity that belonged to him had come. The circulation of Dao Qi in the body, the realm of Dao has been completed.

。。。

In the courtyard, Zhao Chen was in the midst of a hundred flowers, and his posture was upright. Both hands were raised at the same time, running the scriptures of the Dao realm, the fallen leaves rose without wind, and the flowers shook their bodies. The Dao Qi of the whole body continued to flow, and his hands were surrounded by purple qi, and Zhao Chen's body began to slowly take off until it was one zhang high above the ground.

"Drink" Zhao Chen shouted, his waist straightened forward, his hands grabbed hard, from his palm to a fist, the Dao Qi of his whole body gushed out from his body, a burst of purple gas rippled, fragrant flowers raged, and a radius of ten meters instantly turned into a vacuum.

The purple qi dissipated, Zhao Chen opened his eyes, slowly landed on his feet, and looked at his hands in surprise.

"Is it finally possible?" Zhao Chen's eyes were shining, he was extremely excited, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable.

This is the power of cultivation, the power of the Tao!

As the saying goes, people are in good spirits when they are happy, Zhao Chen is in this state, except for going to the Chujin Peak every month to say hello to Ziyuan, and occasionally receiving a few Qi Refining Pills, he will not go out of Baihua Peak, and even the preaching conference and the outer peak disciple conference are absent, after all, Baihua Peak can always be forgotten. The people of Danyao Peak come to collect spirit flowers once every three years, and usually no one comes, which makes Zhao Chen even more lonely, and even no one knows that there are disciples on Baihua Peak except for Ziyuan, Luo Yuan, and Zhang Ruxue.

However, every time Ziyuan saw Zhao Chen, he often said that he would let him come to the peak more often, after a long time, Ziyuan became more and more fond of this junior brother who had made no progress in Qi Xiagong, and every time Zhao Chen came to the peak of the first entry, he had to pull him to chat all day, which may be the sympathy of the two lonely people.

The Qi Refining Pill is taken daily by monks, it contains a small amount of spiritual energy, and is the most commonly used food for monks. But Zhao Chen was very uncomfortable, often hunting pheasants in Baihua Peak, catching wild birds and barbecue, Ziyuan also often scolded him, as a cultivator, he should not eat the fireworks of the world.

However, Ziyuan's firm attitude also completely collapsed after Zhao Chen brought the pheasant.

"Cultivators should not eat the fireworks in the world, but pheasants are originally spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, and it doesn't hurt to eat them once in a while" Every time after Ziyuan finished eating, he burped a few times, and he always had a greasy mouth to say this, and Zhao Chen, who listened to it, rolled his eyes for a while. Later, when Zhao Chen came to the first peak, he forced Zhao Chen to give Zhao Chen a spiritual bag, which was filled with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and other seasonings in the mortal market town. When Zhao Chen looked at it, the two of them smiled at each other, tacitly.

In the following days, in addition to sending a few spiritual objects to Ziyuan every month, Zhao Chen no longer went out of the mountain.

Unconsciously, a year has passed, and the spring breeze has blown the whole Qixia faction.

In his busy cultivation life, stealing idleness is Zhao Chen's specialty. In addition to cultivating the Tao Sutra, it is indispensable to have a taste and mood for life. There are fewer and fewer Qi refining pills, eating a pheasant, drinking a cup of flower tea, swinging, humming a little song, so it's not easy. The cultivation of the "Tao Sutra" has also progressed rapidly, the exercises are operating, and the Dao Qi in the body is majestic, and it has reached the consummation of the first realm of the Dao, and there is a faint feeling of breaking through to the second realm of the Dao: the transformation of the Dao Qi.

"Sitting alone in front of the cliff without a word, leaning on the spring breeze. What is the thousands of sorrows are melting, peach and plum sheng, drunkards, reflecting spring red, and they are all free and falling into the sky. ”

During another day's cultivation break, Zhao Chen sat on the edge of the cliff on a spring day, breezy and couldn't help but reluctantly recite a poem with the high school knowledge he had learned. The reliance that power brings to people is too powerful.

"Thief!" Suddenly, a voice as nice as a silver bell came from the side of the bamboo hut not far away. Zhao Chen looked back and saw a young girl standing next to the bamboo house, her long skirt fluttering, graceful, graceful, like a bright moon, extremely holy. "Giggle~" The girl smiled playfully, and the wind chimes on her waist rang softly, like a spring breeze blowing into Zhao Chen's heart. It's so beautiful!

"Hey, lewd thief, this fairy called you" The girl smiled and walked over to Zhao Chen. A strand of hair was playfully raised by the breeze, gorgeous spiritual flowers also clapped each other in the wind, and the swing on the edge of the cliff swayed slightly.

What a beautiful view!