An Xiaoqi worked here with the master a few years ago, and naturally knew that the uncle of the god of food was different from ordinary hired workers, more like the master's personal entourage, and for the chef who could make such food, as a pure Chinese, it was impossible not to have respect, so the words were quite kind: "Uncle, what are you laughing at?"

The uncle smiled kindly, and was very cordial: "The young master is full of vitality and heroism, which makes people happy to see it, and I am happy to get off the army, so I make you smile." ”

"Vibrant, heroic, haha. An Xiaoqi was not in a hurry to eat, but he also laughed: "With my current image of a chicken, it sounds fresh, uncle, you are really a funny." ”

Uncle God of Food hurriedly waved his hand to say that he couldn't afford it, and when he saw his hand, he condensed Xiao Qi's smile, and listened to the uncle and said: "Don't you dare to mess around, just that life essence is a big treasure that will not be changed, young master, you look up to this side again, this steamed meat, this barbecued pork, just the origin of these meats, how many cultivators in the Qi refining period don't talk about eating - I have never heard of it; I said that you are heroic, and you have been suppressing more than half of it. ”

"You've got a lot of it. No matter how good the flattery is, there is no ripple in the heart, but An Xiaoqi has a bright smile on his face, like spring. I secretly wondered in my heart: This uncle of the god of food is a cook, but his hands are white, and he has no calluses, even the knuckles that hold the knife are no exception, but he is also a hidden master, and the story is deep.

It may be that the uncle doesn't have many opportunities to speak on weekdays, but now he finally catches a person who can speak and look at the eye, and he has a place to go, he obviously has an expression of confiding, and he took a step closer at his feet, and said earnestly: "Young master, it's all up to you now, you don't know, the old master has been here for many years, since ....."

"Ah Sheng!" a voice came from outside the gate, interrupting Uncle God of Food. An Xiaoqi looked up, and at the threshold, a sound shadow slowly approached with the sun behind him, blocking the heat wave and the chirping of cicadas behind him, and he heard someone say majestically: "You have too many mouths!"

There is no doubt that the person who came is the master, he is still dressed in an old-fashioned green coat and trousers, just such a simple outfit, but the summer sun can't take away his brilliance, he has no expression on his face, only a few steps lightly. An Xiaoqi's eyes suddenly became hot, he clearly 'saw', the master stepped lightly into the threshold, the dust in the room shook and jumped, the space that the master walked through, the powder dust floating in the air, all jumped to get out of the way, and the master was dusty and dust-free.

If the scene of 'seeing' made An Xiaoqi a little surprised, then why could he 'see' it was puzzling to him, and then thought about it again, cultivating immortals, there is always this bit of supernaturalness, or how to say that I want to become an immortal, and the happiness is boundless?

was complacent, but there was a tingling pain in his mind, the slow-motion camera became a normal speed, and the strength of his body went by seven or eight points, An Xiaoqi, who was full of confidence just now, pressed his temple with one hand, propped up on the table with the other, and opened his mouth to pant violently, like an athlete who had just finished running eight thousand meters.

As the master came in, the face of the chilling God of Food Uncle turned as white as frost and snow, his voice stopped abruptly, he didn't dare to say a word again, his hands hung down respectfully, and he bent down to salute and then withdrew, the master only looked at An Xiaoqi, and he didn't even glance at Uncle God of Food, and the room went from noisy to quiet, just for a moment.

It took a long time for Xiaoqi to breathe evenly, and the master just sat next to him silently, and did not help, and only when he completely calmed down, did he slowly speak: "Seeing quickly and slowly, seeing it in detail, it is called 'micro eye', it is a very ordinary skill, disciples with a slightly better understanding do not need to teach, they can be obtained by heaven, and they do not need to cultivate much; if they open a few tricks in their eyes, it will be useless; and ordinary people like you, using it will inevitably consume physical strength; and if it is you who have no foundation yesterday, this will have lost your life." ”

An Xiaoqi rubbed his head, unable to speak for a long time, so he listened to the master continue in a steady voice: "A little thing, it doesn't damage your foundation, and food supplements are okay, you eat, I talk at the same time, you just listen." ”

I didn't understand the content at all, An Xiaoqi didn't ask, nodded vigorously, and secretly said that Master was about to start a class. It's just that if you take classes while eating, won't you be serious? Forget it, naturally it is the master who says, An Xiaoqi took the chopsticks, put the barbecued pork steamed pork on the rack and put it in his mouth.

"I know Xiao Qi, you have a lot of questions, and you may not understand what you just said, so let's start with the foundation of Qi training. Speaking of practicing qi, you can know that a person's body, the upper should be Tiangang, the lower should be the earth, there are 306 manifest apertures, 72 hidden apertures, and the whole body, with a total of 1,000 and 80 acupuncture points. These 1,000 and 80 acupuncture points not only spread all over the skin, but also penetrate deep into the intestines, internal organs, and even bones. Cultivating immortals and refining qi is the process of using true qi to open up and fill up more than 1,000 acupoints, which is the qi training period. ”

came, finally came, An Xiaoqi, who was surging with excitement, forgot to chew and listened to the master's speech intently, lest he miss a word. The master looked at Xiao Qi's engrossed appearance, and secretly subdued this naughty little demon, and he was secretly satisfied in his heart, and he also taught it with his heart.

"In terms of the earth, science and technology were not obvious in ancient times, and ordinary people only knew how to practice martial arts, but did not know how to refine qi - martial arts often said, open the second pulse of Ren Du, that is, a generation of masters; ”

An Xiaoqi was completely dumbfounded, thinking that when he didn't cross a few days ago, he used the "Bao Hu Jue" qigong to urge the national arts, and he was sure that the lethality was extraordinary. But even at that time, he didn't even catch up with the side of the second pulse of the governor, and the internal strength was amazingly poor; and now the qi training period that the master is talking about, even if it is the second pulse of the governor, it seems that it is only the first step of the ten thousand miles of qi refining period, so if the qi refining period is completed, what kind of state will it become? Just thinking about it....I feel that there is no hope.

For example, An Xiaoqi is now in the Stone Age, and the master brought the spaceship of the space age and dangled it in front of him: "Disciple, look, the cow beeps to the sky! The cow is indeed a cow, but it is too far away to make people feel unreal, and down-to-earth is the right way! So although he was fascinated, An Xiaoqi still asked: "Then, Master, how long does it take for the Qi Refining Period to become complete?"

Master Yi saw that he was acting calmly, and was not moved by the situation in the distance, but asked calmly, secretly saying that although this child was frivolous on his face, his heart was good. So he nodded and replied aloud: "Ordinary people, I am afraid that it will take a thousand years to get started, so I don't mention it; just say that I am a disciple of the Taiqing Immortal Sect, the worst registered disciple, twenty-seven or eight years is enough to refine qi; a disciple of the outer sect who is not too bad, it is enough for more than ten years; a good inner disciple can be completed in a few years; and the better outstanding disciples, the time is even shorter. ”

An Xiaoqi's eyes lit up when he heard this, he was familiar with this routine! Needless to say, there was a genius who was one in ten thousand, breaking the record of the sect, and who else was the task of practicing qi and building a foundation in three or five days? The old master and the uncle who was the god of food just now praised him for his excellent qualifications more than once, otherwise why was the master still waiting for him here for many years? The words were very clear, and he didn't understand that he was stupid X, so he picked up a chopstick barbecued pork and put it in his mouth, and asked the master in a low-key way that seemed to be showing off: " Then you see, with my qualifications, will there be a drama in 30 years?"

"Why do you need thirty years, just with your peerless immortal resources, you can refine your qi in a few months. This is the answer in Xiao Qi's imagination.

"Thirty years is a hundred times this, and it is not enough, and a trace of qi can not be refined. This is the real answer that Master gave with his head shaken.

With a clang, the chopsticks fell on the table and fell on the plate, An Xiaoqi sat in place, dumbfounded, the meat that had been eaten in his mouth had turned into a pale red warm heat stream, and at this time it overflowed along the slightly open mouth, rushing out towards the master, smashing on a transparent air cover a foot in front of the master, brushing out a crimson translucent outline, and then overflowing separately to both sides, and the last bit of light red escaped in the air.

"You've been waiting for so many years, just waiting for me to do this? Isn't that nonsense? Don't waste your efforts, I'm dead. An Xiaoqi's face was inexplicably sad and indignant, but he was as straightforward as if his master owed him a lot of money, and he didn't know how he could be so shameless.

Master stroked his chin depressedly: I'm just annoyed by this, I'm making trouble again, this dead child!