I don't know how long it took, Chen Beiluo woke up.

He found himself a pink baby, lying naked on the snow, with a long sword in its sheath as black as ink.

It is the Taiyi Law Sword.

Chen Beiluo suddenly remembered something, looked inward, but saw that the dantian was empty, and there was no trace of true qi.

Well, to be expected.

His eyes were slightly twilight, thoughtless, his heart was like a mirror, and anything within a radius of dozens of zhang was like a pattern in his palm, which was more clear than what his eyes could see.

It's just that it's not much worse than the original.

In the dark, there is an invisible force suppressing his Yuan Shen, so that even if he has all kinds of magical powers, he can only look at the ocean and sigh, otherwise with his realm of five qi dynasty yuan, why would he stay in this ice and snow all the time.

You think he's a masochist!

In the wilderness, if he keeps staying like this, he will inevitably encounter tigers, leopards, jackals or something. And even without these, with his current situation, he would be thankful that he could survive ten or eight hours in this desperate situation.

But all Chen Beiluo can do now is wait.

This sense of powerlessness may make ordinary people feel desperate, but Chen Beiluo's heart has no fluctuations, and he is at peace.

In my heart, I feel that this is not a novel experience.

Well, he knows all the vegetation around him, and it is still a very common vegetation on the earth, but the young man has a faint feeling in his heart that he is probably no longer in the original time and space.

The wind blew harder and the snow fell heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, Chen Beiluo heard a slight sound of snow stepping in the east, and his footsteps rose and fell very quickly, spanning a great amount.

Obviously, the martial arts of the people who came were quite successful.

At least, the light work is not far off.

Chen Beiluo turned his head to look at it, but saw that it was a tall middle-aged Taoist priest, he was slightly happy in his heart, he never expected to meet his peers here.

I saw that the Taoist priest was wearing a robe, his whole body was covered with snow, and his right shoulder was obliquely revealing a pitch-black hilt.

The wind was cold, and he strode alone.

The end is extraordinary.

finally ran into someone, Chen Beiluo naturally wouldn't let him go in vain, and hurriedly exhaled and let out an extremely clear baby cry, which spread far away in the snow.

When the Taoist priest heard this, he immediately rushed to this side, and the speed was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived beside Chen Beiluo.

The Taoist priest looked to be about thirty years old, with handsome facial features, a bright look in his eyes, an extremely elegant temperament, and a deep majesty between his eyebrows.

It's a good one.

Chen Beiluo couldn't help but praise in his heart.

With a stabbing sound, the Taoist priest tore off a large piece of cloth from his body and wrapped Chen Beiluo, and the young man instantly felt a mellow and continuous heat covering his whole body, feeling warm and comfortable.

The Taoist priest held Chen Beiluo with one hand, and said with a little anger: "I don't know who your parents are, they threw you in the ice and snow so ruthlessly, if I knew about it, I would definitely want them to look good." With a slight kick under his feet, the Taiyi Sword rose in response to the situation and landed on his other hand.

The sky is full of wind and snow, and the north wind is howling.

The Taoist priest took Chen Beiluo all the way to the west and rushed away, and after a while, he saw a huge archway with three rooms, four pillars and five floors, which was impressively engraved with the four big characters of "Xuanyue of the world".

But he came to the foot of Wudang Mountain.

The Taoist priest did not stop, and ran towards the mountain, and in an instant he had arrived in front of the Zixiao Palace.

But in front of me is a magnificent Taoist temple, located in an orderly manner, row upon row, heavy majesty rushing to the face.

The Taoist priest suddenly felt the baby in his arms move, lowered his head and said softly: "Child, are you tired?" ”

Chen Beiluo shook his head.

The Taoist priest was very surprised, and said in his heart: "Can this kid still understand my words?" ”

I wanted to try again, but Chen Beiluo had his eyes closed and fell asleep sweetly.

The Taoist priest smiled dumbly, thinking that he had been in too tight a hurry in the past two days, and he was dazzled for a while.

Chen Beiluo is also very helpless, his current baby body is really fragile, his brain can't support him to think too much, and under the body protection mechanism, he automatically fell into a coma.

Of course, he could force himself to stay awake, but that would be harmful to his body after all, and he would not take it.

……

Half a month later, Chen Beiluo figured out the environment he was in now, it turned out that he had traveled to the Ming Dynasty, and he was not surprised at all, because for the immortal family, traveling through time and space was not a big deal.

The point is that this Ming Dynasty is not the Ming Dynasty in history, but the fantasy world called the peerless Shuangjiao written by the novelist Mr. Gu Long, which shocked him.

He's been hearing the names of two people a lot lately.

Jiang Feng and Yan Nantian.

There is no one in the rivers and lakes who has ears who has not heard the names of "Yulang" Jiang Feng and Yan Nantian; There are no people in the rivers and lakes who have eyes, and there is no one who doesn't want to look at Jiang Feng's peerless demeanor and Yan Nantian's peerless divine skills.

Just because everyone knows that there is no girl in the world who can resist Jiang Feng's slight smile, and there is never a hero who can resist Yan Nantian's light sword!

Anyone believed that Yan Nantian's sword could not only take the head of the commander among the million army, but also split a hair into two, but Jiang Feng's smile could break the girl's heart.

It's a pity that now one of these two people is dead; The other has not been heard from since he entered the Valley of the Wicked.

Some people say that Yan Nantian is dead, because the Valley of the Wicked is still standing there, and there are many of the top ten wicked people.

Chen Beiluo knew very well in his heart that Yan Nantian was not dead.

Of course, it doesn't count as being alive.

Half-dead, to be exact.

Although several years have passed, it is still the most shocking event in the rivers and lakes, and it has always occupied the headline position of martial arts.

Now there is still a long time before the story of the peerless double pride.

Chen Beiluo looked forward to this.

Looking forward to meeting the twin brothers Xiao Yuer and Hua Wuji, and looking forward to the nine-layer Ming Yugong of Invite Yue, and the complete version of Yan Nantian's wedding dress magic skill.

However, the top priority at the moment is to restore the cultivation first.

The first step is to boil the body.

Normal people's physical development will always be due to external factors and some of their own bad habits, resulting in imperfect development and can not maximize their own potential, which is also a common phenomenon in the world.

Therefore, the Neidan method requires the unique breathing and breathing method to stand on the pile, in fact, it is to correct some of their bad habits, so as to make the whole body develop in a balanced way as much as possible.

Chen Beiluo was like this in his previous life.

He was already seven or eight years old when he began to practice the Neidan Method, and he was born like a golden boy in the sky.

This seems to be perfect, but in fact, there are countless discords in the body, even if the old Taoist priest passed on his immortal family's supreme inner Dan method "Dongzhen Taixuan Purple Chapter" and added the source of ten thousand piles - mixed yuan pile, it also took several years of hard work to constantly guide and adjust, and it can be regarded as corrected.

Now, the situation is very different.

He has the body of a baby, and he has all the memories, experiences, and wisdom of his previous life, and the Immaculate Dao Body is already in his pocket, within reach, and the foundation is strong, and the achievements are so great that they will definitely surpass countless previous lives.

If one looks closely, one will see that his body is constantly vibrating rhythmically, and this vibration is subtle, as beautiful as the ripples of the wind blowing the water of the pool.

His bones are getting denser and denser, his muscle fibers are constantly adjusting their structure, and they are becoming tighter and stronger, and his skin is getting smoother and smoother, even the softest silk in the world.

But who in this world would stare at a child without anything?

The answer is no.

Therefore, no one in the entire Wudang Mountain knew that he, a child under one year old, was no longer below an adult man.

It can be described as unprecedented.

Presumably, it is also the one who will not come.

Chen Beiluo added.

Well, he is still called Chen Beiluo.

He never imagined that his current master, Chen Tingjun, would give him this name, and he originally planned to use the method of soul dementorship to influence his cheap master.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

Beiluo Shimen, the Lord of the Stars.

Chen Tingjun's intention to give him this name is self-evident, naturally hoping that he can lead Wudang back to the top, like the patriarch of Sanfeng, to dominate the world and dominate the world.

Chen Beiluo was a Taoist priest in his previous life, and he is still a Taoist priest.

It seems that he is destined to have a relationship with the Tao.

Of course, Chen Tingjun is a big man who can't take care of children, although Chen Beiluo behaves very well-behaved, doesn't cry or make trouble, and doesn't need him to worry about it, but Chen Tingjun still feels physically and mentally exhausted, and feels that his body is hollowed out.

After some hurried embarrassment, he entrusted Chen Beiluo to his junior sister Yuhua Sanren to take care of him, and he was happy.

Suddenly, half a year passed.

Chen Beiluo finally spoke, in fact, he was able to speak three months ago, but this was ancient after all, and he didn't want to look too shocking.

At this moment, his master Chen Tingjun was very happy, so he decided that he would teach him to read and write, and then quickly emptied all the stocks in Chen Tingjun's stomach, and all kinds of ancient poems came at his fingertips and exported them into chapters.

The name of the prodigy spreads far and wide.

Chen Tingjun praised people when he met people, saying that he was very wise and talented, and saw that he loved the Taoist scriptures very much, so he let him read them at will, and he seemed to have seen the scene of Wudang once again leading the group and powering the world.

As a result, Chen Beiluo often went in and out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and stayed for most of the day.

There are so many books in the collection of the Zangjing Pavilion, among which there are many of the lone books that have been lost in later generations and the experience of the ancestors of the past dynasties.

With the strength of his primordial spirit, it was only the most basic ability to remember the sights, and it didn't take long for him to keep the three thousand Daozang in mind, and new understandings and wonderful ideas came to his heart all the time, which was confirmed one by one with the practice of his previous life, and his understanding of the Inner Dan Law was more profound.

Staying in Zixiao Palace every day is naturally a bit boring.

So Chen Beiluo occasionally wanders around.

At this time, Wudang Mountain, the scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, and it is by no means comparable to later generations.

There is a poem as proof:

At the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, he turned to the east of the Han River, and recommended Chu Feng of the Lingyan Department.

The winding jade ladder is in the upper realm, and the Saga-golden column is far away.

The heavy forests cover the deep leopards, and the mountains are half cloudy.

Xiye Huasong is late and far away, and the south is long and long.

Qiong eaves into the night stars are bright, and the shell tree contains the same spring year.

The fragrance is painted and the dragon girl is full, and the flag turns over the red electric ghost and magical power.

The mountains are secret, and the stove often cooks the sun and the moon.

There must be immortals who stay and want to leave the dust martingale and enter the Xuan Palace.

Fei Yan has seen the mountains and mountains, and now looks at the majesty of this place.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom and fall.

Time passed leisurely, Chen Beiluo either meditated and practiced, or played with the apes in the mountains, and lived very comfortably.

He also inadvertently found that the mountain medicinal materials are quite abundant, many herbs that have been extinct in the previous life abound here, such as calamus, wild ginseng, yellow essence, these common medicinal materials, are often seen hundreds of years, from time to time to take some, the body is getting stronger and stronger.