A passenger car is driving on the road from Minggao to Yixian, the landslide has been cleaned up, due to the delay of a bus, resulting in a lot of people's itinerary changes, passengers are inexplicably a few more, a few are in a hurry to go back even are standing, it stands to reason that this kind of passenger car is not a bus, the aisle is not able to stand people, but the passengers do not care, the driver is not good to say anything, is to meet a traffic police place, let a few people squat down and do not show their heads on it.

Although Luoshi is a big city in the Central Plains, but the landform is mostly mountainous, to the east until the provincial capital Zheng City, the terrain is slowly flattened, and then to the south is the endless plain area, which continues to the next Anhui Province.

After a night of heavy rain, the green hills on both sides were verdant, revealing a burst of vitality, Yang Yi leaned against the car window, looking at the scenery of the mountains, and his right hand kept groping in his pocket for the small crescent crystal found in the woods in the morning.

The crystal as a whole presents a regular crescent-shaped, there is a small hole on both sides, and there are some irregular small serrations on the edge, which are white and clear, and you can see the flow waves above in the sun, I don't know what it is made of, it looks like jade and not jade, and there is a warm feeling in the hand, and the hand feels particularly comfortable. There are very light lines on it, not like it is carved, but like it comes with itself, the length is only about an inch and a half, Yang Yi found a rope and hung it around his neck, it looks like a beautiful white jade necklace.

The crescent moon sticks to Yang Yi's skin, and he feels that there are faint fluctuations from above, and he has a special sense of closeness, not the contact between skin and flesh, but the spiritual interaction, since Yang Yi put the crescent moon around his neck, his mind is exceptionally clear, and the mental state of the whole person is obviously better, Yang Yi now feels that his temperament seems to have changed a little from the inside out.

Because he was on the bus, it was inconvenient for Yang Yi to touch this crescent moon, and he didn't know what this thing was for, but something that could emit a spiritual shock wave could also lead him into a fantasy world, so it must not be an ornament, right?

Yang Yi thinks about it now, compared to himself, the illusion last night is more like a test for himself by this little thing, only by passing the test of the illusion can he successfully find this little thing, people like Lao Zhao are on the edge of the woods all day long, and they don't feel the call of that energy.

Yang Yimo rubbed for a while, and then put the crescent moon into the lining, this thing was held by himself, if nothing else, the aura of Mingao Town should slowly return to stability, and the bees are estimated to return to normal, which can be regarded as an indirect help to Lao Zhao, and he will come to see it when he has time.

From the first time he met the Great Sage, to when he ate the red fruit, until today, a series of things that happened to him made Yang Yi very sure, he seemed to have slowly begun to break away from the category of ordinary people, Yang Yi estimated that he had already entered the path of cultivation, I don't know what the road will be like in the future, Yang Yi is now three points curious in his heart, three points of confusion and three points of fear.

Yes, it is fear, in modern society, everything must be talked about, leaving three points of leeway, under the constraints of the law, the worst thing we can do is nothing more than lose our jobs, be green by our girlfriends, can't afford to buy a house, offend our bosses, be trapped in stocks, etc., but those who are related to life at every turn, the sky is falling apart, but they are very far away from us ordinary people.

But Yang Yi found that the road of cultivation was very different, after experiencing the illusion of last night, Yang Yi thought about it all night, the road of cultivation, the road is long and up and down, life and death, vicissitudes. A hundred years of life may turn into dust, life and death are intended for a thought, and in the end it may still be fruitless, and a life may be wasted in vain.

Yang Yi is afraid, that is, fear is here, no one knows the future path, so he can only slowly explore it by himself, if he can't strengthen his mind, it is better to be rich and peaceful, and live an ordinary life.

Yang Yi seems to be usually indifferent and casual, but there is this great persistence in his bones, after this experience, it has hooked out Yang Yi's nature, since he decided to take this dangerous road full of thorns, he must stick to his own heart, even if the road up the mountain is difficult, he must climb up step by step, climb to the top and see, the mountain is high and I am the peak.

Forty highways of the mountain road, an hour to Yixian, back home, nothing else, first a good sleep, last night my nerves have been in a tense state, at this moment to the home, to the familiar environment, let down a body of guard, only to feel drowsy.

I woke up at dusk, my body and mind were comfortable, I had a simple dinner, and I began to brew the silver cinnamon I bought back from Los Angeles, the taste of the golden cinnamon was too strong, Mr. Xie was already very old, and it was not suitable for the flashy fragrance, and the silver cinnamon flavor was just right.

Yang Yi first took out half of it, ground it into powder, and then put it on a low fire to dry it slowly, and then took out a porcelain jar after drying, and put the silver cinnamon powder at the bottom of the jar, the jar has two layers, and a few pieces of ginger are spread on it, which can better remove the flavor and fragrance.

The remaining half, Yang Yi took it and pounded it into flower mud, took out half a tael of licorice, three salt plums, put them together, and began to pound them non-stop, and when they were all mashed and fused together, he took out the honey bought from Lao Zhao, put two spoonfuls into it, stirred evenly, and kneaded it into a fragrant cake the size of a bottle cap by hand, and finally put it into a porcelain jar and sealed it.

This fragrant cake can be used to make tea, can also be boiled soup, especially boiled soup, add a fragrant cake to the boiling water, it is the heavenly fragrant soup that regulates qi and moistens the lungs. This fragrant cake is a gift for Xiao Nan, the girl has a lot of work pressure, irregular work and rest, and no time to exercise, at a glance, she is stagnation and worry, and it is most suitable to drink some Tianxiang soup.

To a certain extent, incense making and Chinese medicine have a lot in common, Yang Yi is not thorough with Chinese medicine, but he still understands many basic knowledge.

After finishing these, the sky was completely dark, and a bright moon hung high in the night sky, Yang Yi thought of the crescent moon on his neck, came to the courtyard, and rarely locked the door, and then returned to the house, and locked the door again.

Yang Yi sat on the bed, took out the crescent moon, and stared at this little thing with a frown, not knowing what to do.

Do you want to drip blood to recognize the Lord, those protagonists in the novel are all after getting a treasure, and inadvertently break their fingers or what, anyway, there is some blood stained with the treasure, and then the treasure will recognize the Lord, do you want to come like this?

After struggling for a long time, Yang Yi finally found a knife, gritted his teeth and cut a sesame-sized wound on his finger, and waited for a long time without seeing blood dripping down, only a little blood came out of the wound, seeing that the blood was about to coagulate, Yang Yi hurriedly rubbed his finger back and forth on the crescent moon.

The white crescent moon was marked by Yang Yi with a shocking red path, but seeing that the blood had coagulated and the crescent moon had no reaction at all, Yang Yi knew that there was no play, wiped the blood stains on the crescent moon, and began to worry again.

After sitting motionless for a long time, and after passing all the methods, Yang Yi hung the crescent moon around his neck again, and then began to close his eyes and fall into silence.

Now Yang Yi is already familiar with Jingjing, his body slowly becomes ethereal, and the six senses also become nothing, leaving only a clear mind in his mind, and the aura is moving smoothly in the air, still that familiar feeling.

Focusing all his attention on the crescent moon, the crescent moon was still the crescent, as if there was no change at all, but it didn't take long for Yang Yi to feel a strange fluctuation gushing out of the crescent, floating beside him. This energy seemed to be tempting, and it seemed to be looking, and after a long time, as if he had made up his mind, this energy swished, quickly approached, and then went straight into Yang Yi's brain.

"Hum. ”

Yang Yi only felt a roar in his mind, like a big bell ringing in his ear, Yang Yi immediately scrupulously guarded the spiritual platform to prevent his consciousness from dissipating, and after the sound slowly dissipated, Yang Yi was surprised to find that there seemed to be something more in his mind, and he felt it carefully, as if a piece of information had emerged. It's not words, it's not images, it's what you want to convey directly.

"Yin and Yang, the way of heaven and earth, the outline of all things, the parents of change, the origin of life and death, and the house of the gods. Therefore, the accumulation of yang is the sky, and the accumulation of yin is the earth. Yin is quiet and irritable. Yang gives birth to yin and grows, and yang kills yin and hides. Yang is formed and yin is formed. Yang is the qi, yin is the taste, the taste returns to the form, the form returns to the qi, the qi returns to the essence, the essence is naturalized, the essence is naturalized, the essence is eaten, the form is the taste, the essence is born, and the qi is formed. ”

"In man, man is the way, and in the earth is the transformation. The five flavors of incarnation, the Tao gives birth to wisdom, and the mystery gives birth to gods. God is the wind in the sky, wood in the earth, tendons in the body, liver in the viscera, blue in color, horn in sound, exhalation in sound, grip in change, eye in knot, sour taste in taste, and anger in will. ”

"Heaven and earth, the upper and lower of all things, the yin and yang, the men and women of flesh and blood, the left and right, the path of yin and yang, the water and fire, the signs of yin and yang, and the yin and yang, the beginning of the energy of all things. ”

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"The true people of the ancients, they don't sleep, they don't sleep, they don't feel carefree, they don't want to eat, and their breath is deep. The breath of the true man is the heel, and the breath of the people is the throat. ......”

Sit cross-legged and calm, relaxed and natural. The lips and teeth are lightly closed, and the breathing is slow.

The hands must be firm, the eyes must be level, and the divine light must be gathered to reach the heart of heaven.

Enter the mud pellet and descend to the air pockets. If it exists, it is not used diligently.

The dantian is warm, and the kidneys are like soup. Qi leads the veins, refining one's own merits.

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"But seeing Zhong Lingyuxiu, stacked peaks and Qingqi, vitality dredges the heaven and earth, and there are white cranes perching on the mountain, Qingluan standing, and Zhilan is fragrant, it is a truly blessed land. ”

After a long time, Yang Yifang opened his eyes, but his eyes were confused and his expression was sluggish.

This crescent moon came from nowhere, and the things recorded are also quite complicated, it seems to be a little headless and endless, there are cultivation methods, there are also their own cultivation perceptions, and there are some inexplicable travel notes, but looking at the dense gas phase, it is not a mortal place, Yang Yi can't help but yearn for it.

The shock of this thing to Yang Yi was a hundred times stronger than that of the red fruit, it was like a depth charge, which exploded all Yang Yi's doubts and doubts, and a colorful world appeared in front of him alive, and now he has opened a portal to this world, and at first glance at the doorway, Yang Yi was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

This is a brand-new world in Yang Yi's cognition, and it is also a world of cultivation, as mentioned above, all cultivation depends on aura, Yang Yi has a little bit but is very strange, according to the information provided by the crescent moon, there were many cultivators a long time ago, why is there no one in the world now, aside from those false masters, is there really no cultivator?

There is also why the aura appeared suddenly, Yang Yi can be sure that the red fruit must have grown after the aura appeared, and the great sage was also attracted by the red fruit, so where did the aura go before?

Yang Yi thought for a while, feeling that he couldn't find the answer, so he simply didn't think about it, these things are not in his scope of consideration now, he is still a rookie, and he is a little salty and eats radishes.

There was a faint sound of the neighbor's dog barking outside, and it was already halfway through the long night, but Yang Yi didn't feel the slightest sleep, and even suppressed his excessive excitement, took a few deep breaths, let himself slowly calm down, and began to carefully sort out the content passed by the crescent moon to him, but now it was completely disorganized and clueless.