Burial Sword Valley, stone house clearing.

A twelve-year-old boy, holding a sword, sweat on his forehead, eyes like a fighting, staring at a crooked piece of wood on the flat stone in front of him, for a long time, he slashed a sword towards the wood, but the wood was not damaged at all.

It slopes westward, and finally falls behind the mountain.

Zhang Mingxin sat on the ground, his body was faintly sore, and the wooden section on the stone stood intact on the flat stone.

The sixth senior brother sat next to him, handed over a jar of wine, Zhang Mingxin took it, and poured two sips: "Sixth senior brother, the wood is white, without a trace of texture, I still can't see it, how can it be like you, split it into several pieces." ”

Sixth Senior Brother, the wind does not look for a smile: "Split again tomorrow, watch carefully, rest for a while, I will call you the Seven Xuangong Method." ”

Zhang Mingxin's disappointed eyes lit up, nodded, and lay on the ground.

When Xing'er climbed into the night sky, the Burial Sword Valley was silent and silent, and the strange Sword Valley didn't even see a single worm.

Zhang Mingxin sat opposite the sixth senior brother, listening to the sixth senior brother talk about the Xuangong.

"The Seven Xuanzong exercises, called "Taishang Xuanyuan Jue", are passed down from the ancestor Xuantian Daoist, there are five levels of realm, the Yuan Realm refines the gas and transforms the gods, the Xuanjing enters the Dao and ascends to the hall, the Taixu asks the Tao, the Taiqing, the Taishang realm, the gods become immortals, the Seven Xuanli are sent, and according to legend, the ancestor Xuantian Sect Master and several disciples have been able to cultivate."

Zhang Mingxin listened ignorantly, and the sixth senior brother didn't mind, passed on the practice tips, and instructed Zhang Mingxin to keep it in his heart, not a word wrong.

"To the extreme, keep quiet, all things do together, I look at its repetition ......"

There are only more than 100 words in the heart of the exercises, and the sixth senior brother slowly recited it three times to Zhang Mingxin, thinking that Zhang Mingxin had already remembered the general idea, so he asked Zhang Mingxin to recite it again.

"To ...... Send...... Brother, I can't remember. Zhang Mingxin thought hard, and finally came out with this sentence.

Sixth Senior Brother Feng Buxun gasped and clenched his fists. After thinking about it, he said, "Can you read?" I'll engrave it with you. ”

Zhang Mingxin nodded, in Huming Village, he had learned literacy from the grandfather next door, but he didn't learn it completely.

Feng Buxun carved the hundred-character mantra on a piece of wood with a sword, handed it to Zhang Mingxin, and took a piece of firewood, took a fire from the stove of the stone house, and inserted it next to Zhang Mingxin.

"Senior brother, I don't know this word, I don't understand this word."

Feng Buxun's face shook, and he simply sat next to Zhang Mingxin, pointing out and recognizing words, and explaining the words.

The straight road is bright and the moon is bright, Zhang Mingxin barely memorized the true recipe of 100 words, learned to sit cross-legged with his senior brother, and tried to practice.

The three ways of the righteous demon Buddha, the practice of the exercises, the entry is not outside the refining of qi and the gods.

What is the way of refining qi, feeling the aura of heaven and earth, attracting qi into the body, wandering around the body, refining the body and turning turbidity, and then storing the aura in the dantian to refine and transform it into true qi. After a long period of accumulation, it can be released from the air, and the qi can be used to draw qi and sacrifice the weapon.

When you have to succeed in refining qi, there are different sects and cultivation methods.

The righteous path is mostly to follow the rules, and still draw qi and refine qi, but the physical preferences are different, ice, fire, wind and thunder, the qi is different, and there is a way to refine qi.

The people of the Demon Dao open more side doors, complement the evil qi of external objects, attract evil qi and foreign objects into the body, and cultivate quickly, but there are many drawbacks.

And the induction of qi refining and eventually turning into a god, the exercises of each sect are different, and the qi induction, entering the body, refining, and gathering the spirit are different.

Qi induction and refining qi, the four words are simple, but the people in the world, if they are incompetent, feel the qi and induce qi, if they have no talent, the sun and the moon are long, the dantian is still empty, and even the aura cannot be perceived.

If you are a person with outstanding talents, you only need to use it once, you can draw qi into your body, cultivate for a long time, turn qi into a god, practice the upper realm, act against qi, and have the only way to reach the sky.

Zhang Mingxin seems to be a mortal body.

I don't know if it's a lack of soul or an ordinary talent.

It's empty all around, and it's muddy everywhere.

Zhang Ming's heart did the exercises several times, except for the autumn breeze blowing on his body, there was still no qi entering the body, and the dantian under his abdomen was empty, and after several times, his mind was tired, and he actually fell asleep.

Zhang Ming's heart opened his eyes, his face was refreshing, but he saw that the sixth senior brother did not look for his body and scattered a faint blue light, and he sat down in his mind and cultivated happily.

Looking at Dongfang's white belly, Zhang Mingxin got up and cleaned up, waiting for the sixth senior brother.

The cultivation of that exercise, although it has not entered the qi, can also clear the mind and awaken the mind, and drive away fatigue.

Another day, climb iron chains, fall into the lake, chop wood, chop wood, cook wine, and practice qi.

Another month, still early to wake up, heavy on yesterday's events.

The path of monasticism, day after day, is the same and boring.

It's just that if there is growth every day, there will be a little hope for it, but if there is no progress in a few months, it will be difficult for ordinary people to persevere.

At least, Zhang Mingxin still learned to cook wine, or to help the master plug the holes and pipes of the gossip furnace, which was the only thing Zhang Mingxin could do.

Time is like a comb, it is a few months in a blink of an eye, autumn goes to winter, and finally spring comes, but this burial sword valley still occasionally snowfalls, and the mountains are white.

Zhang Mingxin still failed to cut off a section of endless wood branches, split endless wood segments, and there was still no trace of true qi in the dantian.

A cool soul, the Lord communicates with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, without this, how can you feel the breath of heaven and earth.

Fu Ya is a spirit, the consciousness of the master, the eyes of the people, the lack of people, people lose their clarity and intelligence, and how can they understand the true trick of heaven and earth.

What everyone said should be right, lacking this soul and soul, or really having nothing to do with the path of cultivation.

It's just that Zhang Mingxin doesn't understand.

The stars and the moon were clear again, Zhang Mingxin opened his eyes, and the qi was fruitless.

Looking at the sixth senior brother meditating not far away, the green energy on his body seemed to be a little brighter, and Zhang Mingxin's eyes were full of admiration and admiration.

"Brother Mo, Sixth Senior Brother, Qi Refining is as casual as exhaling and inhaling, it's all very tight, why can't I practice Qi, these surroundings are empty, how can there be any aura?"

Holding a can of wine, Zhang Mingxin took a few sips, his head was a little confused, and he thought in his heart, "I also want to be like these people, I can draw qi into the body, hey." ”

Thinking about it, Zhang Mingxin put down the wine jar and meditated cross-legged, but he didn't breathe, and as he exhaled and inhaled, he thought strangely in his heart: "The breath in my mouth is the breath, and if I inhale it in the body, I don't know if it counts as inhalation?" There is qi in that body, can't you refine it? ”

If it is a person who cultivates the truth in the world, he must be laughing at it if he knows what Zhang Ming thinks.

If people inhale and exhale in their mouths, it is the aura of heaven and earth, and that person is always cultivating, and everyone is in heaven and earth, how can there be this child's dream of being a fairy.

It's just that the child crosses his feet and closes his eyes, and he is really inducing qi in his mouth, refining qi and transforming his gods.

Ordinary sects induce qi, all from the main points of the human body to induce, after the week, turbidity from the major acupoints or mouth exhaled, and more from the sweat pores.

There are also inhaled spiritual energy from the mouth, both the righteous and the demonic, but the spiritual energy is soft, and the breath is turbid and rough, which is different.

Zhang Mingxin tried, took a deep breath, held it without spitting, ran the trick, forced the qi in the mouth, and forced the body to move around.

Poor that breath inhaled, into the man's lungs, was forcibly carried away, the deep inhalation of a large mouthful of turbidity, a small amount forced into the meridians of the lungs, a large amount of the remainder, nowhere to go, scattered into the rest of the internal organs, and then into all the meridians.

Zhang Ming's heart was covered with cold sweat, his face was extremely painful, and his internal organs were like acupuncture and fire, which were the meridians of the limbs of the body.

After enduring the exercise for a week, Zhang Ming's heart was already so red that his little face was red, and the breath was finally finished, squirting out of his mouth, and the child lay on the ground, panting sharply.

"I can refine qi." Zhang Ming's heart was hot and painful, but his heart was very happy, thinking that the wine cooked by his master could cure burns and relieve pain, he quickly poured a few sips, endured the pain, got up cross-legged and continued to hold his breath and refin.

There are people who practice martial arts, who are greedy for gong and practice too much, and the sea of qi is chaotic, and they become injured by self-practice, which is called going mad, the meridians are damaged, and the serious ones are delirious.

Zhang Mingxin's practice method is bound to go crazy, once or twice or better, all year round, the meridians will inevitably be greatly damaged.

Even if you really practice a little bit of true qi, I am afraid that it will be damaged by the meridians and cannot be used, and in severe cases, it is more likely that the body will be damaged.

It's just that when a child knows this, he tries to refine his qi, and he is happy to meditate and cultivate again and again.

For a few more weeks, Zhang Mingxin's whole body was red, his skin was full of dirt, and his whole body was burning and painful.

I took off my clothes, but I was still scorching, and I couldn't sleep from side to side.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Mingxin stood up, carried the wine can, ran towards the Burial Sword Mountain Lake, ran to the lake, stripped naked, and jumped off the lake, the lake water was still cold and biting in early spring, Zhang Mingxin shuddered, but the burning pain in his body was reduced.

"I can refine qi!"

Zhang Ming's heart was cold, hot and painful, touching the white mirror floating in the water in his chest, but he screamed loudly in his heart.

In the stone house in the distance, from Zhang Mingxin's refining qi to running out, a pair of old cloudy eyes in the doorway stared at Zhang Mingxin.

In the darkness, the old man in the room shook his head, as if in the dark night, and sighed.

In the open space, the wind did not find his eyelids, and the blue light on his body seemed to slow down, and then bloomed again.

The night was deeper, and the fire of the stone house seemed to be more prosperous than usual at night, and from time to time white gas and white mist drifted out from the cracks in the stone house......

On the erection day, Zhang Mingxin and Feng Buxun were preparing to go into the mountain to cut wood, but the master woke up early and shouted to the two of them with drunken eyes.

Threw Zhang Mingxin a wooden pot, a handful of black things, and said: "After today, you will drink this wine, you are a child, you can drink so greedily, the little cat mouth I cooked in January, you will pour it into your stomach in a few days, you have not cut it back, you can't break the firewood, and the wine is drunk quickly!" Also, use this to chop wood and chop wood in the future! ”

Master turned around and walked into the doorway.

Zhang Mingxin scratched his head and picked up the wooden kettle on the ground. Feng Buxun looked at the two of them strangely in his eyes, and he didn't have anything to say.

Zhang Mingxin picked up another object and immediately froze.

Zhang Mingxin has seen this thing, and it is clearly the flat wooden stick that the master used when he burned the fire!

That thing, the whole body is black, flat and thin, no more than two feet long, one end is narrow and thick, the other end is flat, and the two sides are even more flat, it seems to be a broken sword without a blade, a short dagger without a blade, above the black body, it seems that there are countless cracks, Zhang Mingxin knocked, muffled and silent.

This thing is like a sword, and it has no blade, how can it cut wood and chop wood?

Master is so weird! Zhang Mingxin picked up the wooden pot and poured it habitually, almost not squirting out the water slurry in his mouth, so spicy, so bitter, slid into the stomach, and hung like ice cutting frost, making Zhang Mingxin shiver a few times.

"Master!" Zhang Mingxin couldn't help but shout.

Feng Buxun on the side looked at the wooden pot and black sword in Zhang Mingxin's hand, his eyes darkened, turned around, and walked towards the Burial Sword Mountain.