(There is something today, so it can only be a change, and if there is time tomorrow, it will be made up, if not, then there will only be one change today!! ）

It is possible that this path will end up at a dead end, but it is also a manifestation of a spiritual system.

The path of cultivation, not every road is a road to heaven, there is a length of the road, and naturally there will be a size.

Only the largest path can go to the end, or the largest path has no end, the end is only the end that the predecessors can reach, and the small path is the farthest that this exercise can go.

Although He Weitong didn't know that he could go far by practicing this technique, he had a feeling in his dark that this paper figure technique was not as good as his cultivation of the orthodox method of Taoism.

This exercise is born for paper figures, and all directions revolve around how to cut paper figures.

In his opinion, there is a feeling that he has a side-by-side approach, and there is no cultivation in history, which makes him even more disdainful.

He practiced the Dao Sect Inner Dan Method, after all, there were many bigwigs in history who had practiced, proving that this path was indeed feasible, at least it was reasonable before the Yang God.

Of course, although He Weitong didn't like the exercises contained in this paper figure technique, he was still interested in the paper cutting technique.

In the following analysis, He Weitong consciously did not look at the traces of the exercises inside, but focused on the manufacture of paper figures.

The Taoist temple regained its calm, and the candles in the rooms of the crescent moon, the dust and others were quickly extinguished, and only the candles in He Wei's room were lit all the time.

He Weitong saw the early hours of the morning before extinguishing the candle and falling asleep.

However, he only slept for a few hours, and then before dawn, he got up and started boxing exercises.

The morning sun rises and shines on the earth.

On the top of a certain mountain in the back mountain, He Weitong put his hands flat on his chest.

"Whew~"

A breath of turbid air is exhaled from the lungs. He Weitong opened his eyes.

Although he only slept for two hours, he did not feel the slightest sleepiness, and He Weitong was very energetic.

In the days when he lived in Qingyunguan, He Weitong was very leisurely, and every day he went out to practice was to study the Five Elements Great Array, of course, now there is another paper figure technique.

He's lived to the fullest, and he hasn't felt this way in a long time.

During the six years he traveled, he couldn't find anything else to do every day other than procedural practice.

If it only stops there, forget it, after all, cultivation is originally his main thing, and the key thing is that the effect of his cultivation is not obvious, which makes him very annoyed.

But now that things had changed, he was starting to gain new knowledge again, and he was moving in quickly.

In just half a month, he was exposed to more things than the previous seven years combined.

It's a wonderful feeling, and he's excited anyway, maybe it's the joy of practice.

Exposure to different realms and mastery of different energies is what a practitioner should do.

Experience mastering more things until you can finally take control of your own destiny.

He Weitong stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, looking at the sun rising in the distance, and the energy that had been silent in his heart surged again.

He looked at the blue starry sky, he must stand at the top of the heavens, although he can't even fly now, but he believes that this kind of days will not last long.

After expressing his pride here, He Weitong jumped up and rushed in the direction of Qingyunguan.

When he returned to the Taoist temple, it was the time to eat in the temple.

He Weitong didn't do anything special, and Chuchenzi once said that he would send a few people to take care of his daily life, but he politely refused.

He is not the kind of Taoist priest who loves to enjoy himself, as long as he can do it, he will do it himself, because it is all practice, if everything is fake in the hands of others, then he cultivates that door.

He Weitong followed the Taoist priest in the view, came to the canteen, came to the place where he was cooking, made a meat and a vegetable and a soup, and then came to a corner of the hall and ate quietly.

During this period, he did not communicate with other Taoist priests, although He Weitong lived in the temple for more than half a month, but most of the time he was making his own, he did not communicate with these Taoist priests, these Taoist priests did not know anything other than knowing that the audience had such a person as him.

What kind of personality and temper He Weitong has, they don't know anything in the Taoist temple except for a little understanding of the dust.

Therefore, the Taoist priests in the cafeteria also eat their own food quietly, rarely communicate, and strictly abide by the rule of "eating without sleeping or sleeping".

Of course, it is an exaggeration to say this, how can Confucian etiquette govern Taoism.

However, there was really no one talking in the cafeteria, and they were all eating wholeheartedly.

It's very much in line with the single-mindedness of a practitioner, and when you do something, you are thinking about something.

The meat dish is a small fried meat of the farmhouse, the vegetarian dish is vinegared shredded potatoes, and the soup is a vegetable soup.

It's eaten with rice, and it's quite delicious.

Don't say anything else, just from the food, you know that Qingyunguan is not bad for money, and the dust can solve the problem of eating, drinking, and Lazar of the hundreds of good people in this view, and he is also a talent.

In this era of not having enough to eat, he can also ensure that the Taoist priests in the temple can eat meat once a week, and it looks like he has worked hard.

Thinking about it this way, he doesn't accept it so much.

Because he deceived not ordinary people, but those big families in the upper class, and collected tens of thousands of oceans at a time.

However, it is also true that the dust is hypocritical, a Taoist priest who practices in the mountains has a habit of cleanliness and cannot accept dust on the ground.

He doesn't work, he doesn't read, he sits on the futon every day and meditates, and he is a fake Taoist priest who has fallen into the eye of money.

That is, this era is good, otherwise how can a person like him be the head.

Although there are no truly transcendent cultivators in this meditation, there are still some achievements in channeling.

The reason why the Taoist priest who can't do anything can subdue these people is because of his ability to collect money.

In the cafeteria, He Weitong finished the last bite of rice, then cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and finally left quietly, he didn't bother anyone, came gently, walked gently.

………………

View a certain road.

"Captain of the Hundred Grass Road." Li Yueya stood at the intersection and shouted.

He Weitong looked back, and then asked politely, "What is the girl looking for me?" ”

"I didn't want to have an accident, and I asked the Taoist chief to help take a look." Li Yueya's face was full of anxiety, as if something really happened to her.

"What's wrong?" He Weitong said with a frown.

"I can't tell, so let's trouble the Taoist to take a trip." Li Yueya wanted to speak several times and stopped.

"Okay."

He Weitong followed Li Yueya to the unintentional courtyard.

"Captain of the Hundred Grass Road."

Pushing open the door, they saw Gu Xuanwu, who was dressed in tatters, pounding against a wooden basin on the round table.

There is a room of clothes in the wooden basin, and there seems to be something covered under the clothes, which should be unintentional.

"Hmm." He Weitong nodded at Gu Xuanwu.

"What's wrong with Heartless Daoyou?"

Gu Xuanwu lifted the clothes on it and said, "It turned into an egg." ”

"We asked the Taoist chief to come over just to ask what we need to do, and if we need to hatch eggs like we do." Gu Xuanwu said.

He Weitong looked at a fist-sized egg in the wooden basin and frowned.

"Are you a fungus or an egg?" He Weitong asked in a voice that only he could hear.