The sky in the distance has already revealed a slight whiteness.

A car drove by in the distance, crushing the morning dew.

After teaching Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ji soon fell asleep slowly in the car.

And Li Chunqiu sank his consciousness into his mind while driving the car.

He had too many questions.

It's as if consciousness sinks into a pool of water and then comes out of the water.

In front of Li Chunqiu was a boundless sea.

The sea is wide and the sky is wide.

In the vast sea, a huge stone monument that goes straight to the Yunchuan River stands here, covering the sky and the sun.

Endless mist enveloped the four sides of the stele.

Heaven after earth, suppressing the whole world, but also obscuring most of the stone monument.

The stele is like a mountain, and the words on it are like stars, sun and moon, and like flowers and trees.

It seems to tell the desolation of endless years.

The part of the stone tablet that Li Chunqiu had touched had turned completely blue, while the rest of himself was still a faint gold.

Li Chunqiu paced forward, looking at the words on the stone tablet.

It was a very strange feeling, he could sense himself at the same time as he was driving the car, and he could clearly feel himself looking at the stone tablet.

There was not the slightest intervention between the two, just like Li Chunqiu's natural instinct.

Looking at the towering stone tablet, Li Chunqiu shook his head.

"The stele can't be touched for a short time. ”

"I just don't know what the blue color on the stele is?

"What is the history on this stele?"

"And why did I go back to Xianqin?"

The stele seems to be buried with endless secrets, standing here to welcome the baptism of endless years.

But Li Chunqiu knew that he couldn't be in a hurry.

In the spirit platform, Li Chunqiu slowly sat cross-legged on the empty sea, closed his eyes and began to recall those amazing Dao methods in the depths of his memory.

If the stone tablet from ancient times gave Li Chunqiu a thousand years of memory of the world.

In this millennium, too many Tianjiao-style characters have emerged.

They either swept away the eight wildernesses and the six combinations and leveled the world, or they cultivated martial arts and entered the Tao, and were invincible in the world, or they wrote books and passed them on to the world, and spread their holy names for thousands of years.

History is the most turbulent wave, and the most brilliant pearl is pulled out.

And everything these people left behind was in Li Chunqiu's mind, their knowledge, their Dao method, this is an endless treasure.

"I can try it now and practice that so-called exercise. ”

Li Chunqiu muttered to himself.

The most essential pursuit of life is continuity.

Longevity is an eternal topic, and since the birth of mankind, the world's pursuit of this topic has never stopped.

Emperor Qin and Han Wu, how many emperors have been helpless for the power of the country.

But now in Li Chunqiu's memory, there is this Dao Xuantong chasing immortality, although the Dao Ancestor with the highest lifespan does not live for more than 800 years, but for a world without cultivation, 800 years, even a dynasty will be overturned.

The Zhou Dynasty, the oldest dynasty in China, is only more than 800 years old.

Li Chunqiu sat cross-legged on the ground, with his heart facing the sky.

What Li Chunqiu wants to cultivate is not the Emperor's "Emperor's Extreme Classics".

In the history of Li Chunqiu's memory, the first human emperor took all the dragon veins of heaven and earth to cultivate this supreme secret book, but it was only five hundred years of life.

And what he wants to practice is the Daomen's "Song of the Yin and Yang Sealing Deed Dao", "The Song of the Yin and Yang Deed Dao" is the highest classic of the Daomen, founded by the Taoist ancestor Li Jun, and is the most upright and peaceful in Li Chunqiu's memory.

Daozu lived for 800 years.

"The ancient martial arts cultivated the body to draw qi, while the Dao Xuantong first introduced qi into the body. ”

"The first step in cultivation is to draw qi into the body. ”

"Causing into the body, it should be a world without the existence of gods and demons that I am in now, where is the anger he said?"

Li Chunqiu was stuck at the beginning.

If nothing else, it should be a world without gods and demons, and this first step is stuck?

Is it difficult to explore the treasure mountain in the air?

Li Chunqiu finally decided to try it first.

Closing his eyes, the scriptures in "Song of the Great Dao" began to slowly emerge in Li Chunqiu's mind.

"Born of the Tao, the mixture of heaven and earth, born of man, the essence of all things, the human being, the primate and all things ......"

"The cultivation of people, taking the essence of heaven and earth, and seizing the mystery of the sun and the moon, this dispute is also ......"

"Mortals who cultivate must first draw qi, which is the beginning of all things and the beginning of cultivation......

"Drawing qi into the body, like the copper of the oven, heaven and earth are the oven, creation is the work, yin and yang are the charcoal, and all things are the copper ......"

............

Every sentence of scripture is like a flood bell and a great lu, resounding in the entire Lingtai world.

One after another, golden sermons appeared on Li Chunqiu's side out of thin air.

Li Chunqiu's robe was ancient, fluttering like a fairy, and there was no wind on the sea, and there was a trace of waves.

"Collect the essence of heaven and earth and enter my mortal body!"

After Li Chunqiu began to try to draw qi into his body, a roar resounded in the spirit platform.

The waves overturned, the clouds were thick, and the endless power naturally flowed from the stone monument.

A terrifying aura flowed from the stele.

And Li Chunqiu, who was sitting in the world of the spiritual platform, was like the sea eye of the northern underworld, and the endless aura between heaven and earth began to pour into Li Chunqiu's body crazily.

Like a whale swallowing a dragon sucking.

Outside the world of Lingtai.

Zhao Zheng, who was sleeping in the car, suddenly felt an indescribable comfort in his sleep, like warm but not scorching, like cool but not cold, he slowly opened his eyes.

The top of the car is still pale reddish, and nothing seems to have changed.

Zhao Zheng turned his head slightly, but saw his mother on the side looking straight out of the car.

Zhao Zheng followed Zhao Ji's gaze.

found that Li Chunqiu, who was sitting in a robe, was sitting in the front of the car, and a thick fog gushed out, fluttering like a fairy.

It's like you're going to become an immortal at any time.

The mist on his body slid down the car and fell to the ground, and the grass and trees on the ground rose when they saw the mist.

Three feet of grass reached a height of one zhang in a short time, and there was no slightest hint of stopping.

The grass and trees on the whole earth seemed to be crazy, and began to approach the chariot, but fortunately the horses were still galloping, otherwise the whole chariot would have been wrapped in grass and trees at this moment.

"This?"

Zhao Zheng hurriedly opened the curtain behind the car, and saw that on the ground where the car was driving, endless grass and trees were chasing towards the car, and he didn't stop until he was unable to return to the sky.

"What is this?"

Zhao Zheng was stunned, looked at Li Chunqiu in the early morning as if he was about to ascend to the immortal, and muttered to himself: "Mr. Chunqiu, are you going to ascend?"

At this time, the mist overflowed to Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ji's side.

After Zhao Zheng sniffed the mist lightly, he instantly felt that his fatigue seemed to disappear.

It was as if the mist was some kind of panacea, moisturizing things silently.

Zhao Zheng looked up at Li Chunqiu.

The man in the robe and short hair seemed to be more and more detached from the world.

In the faint mist, a faint brilliance emerged on Li Chunqiu's body, reflecting Li Chunqiu more and more in the dust, as if he was about to feather and fly up at any time.

In the distance, flocks of birds flew towards here, and they quietly hovered above Li Chunqiu's head, as if guarding Li Chunqiu.

It's like a hundred birds and a phoenix.

Zhao Ji, who was beside Zhao Zheng, watched this scene quietly, and only said a sentence for a long time: "It's really a god!"

"But Mr. Chunqiu said he was not a god. ”

Zhao Zheng looked at the immortal-like fluttering robe and said.

And Zhao Ji glanced at Zhao Zheng.

"The jokes of the immortals should not be taken seriously, Mr. is either a god or an immortal is also sacred. ”

Between the words, under the mist, the speed of the horse was faster.

The three horses ran side by side, running faster and faster, and it seemed that fatigue had disappeared.

The car ran farther and farther above the earth, and in a moment it disappeared into the sky.

On the earth, after a while, the deer and horses in the mountains gathered together and began to eat the grass and trees on the ground that were a cut above the other vegetation.

As they continued to nibble, the look in their eyes seemed to become more and more agile.

A butterfly stirs its wings, and it is a world that is in turmoil.