On the fourth day of the ninth lunar month, the breeze subsides from the heat, and gradually becomes a little shade and coolness.

The city is bustling with pedestrians.

At this time when the world is difficult, it is difficult to have such a scene.

Some people watched it with amazement, as if they had gone back to the healthy years of decades ago, but the next moment there was a burst of noise and noise, and the urgency and panic faintly intertwined in the fire vividly dissected the prosperous scene in front of them, revealing the innermost chaos and defeat.

Cooking oil on a blazing fire, it's just a flash of light.

Rice, meat, cloth, oil and salt, all these kinds of things are rising all the way, like a raging tide that bursts the embankment, which is daunting.

The crowd is robbing, and they can't help but rob.

There are also people who take advantage of the situation to coax.

For a time, crowding is manifested everywhere, commoners, families, sects, and wherever there are people, there are no exceptions. After maintaining stability for nearly a year, Guangyong Mansion, which is located in the remote area of Xizhou, has not been able to escape after all, and has slipped into the torrent of the general trend step by step, and will no longer be stable with the difficult support of the past.

As the seat of the government, Pingcheng seems to have a chaotic scene.

A few miles outside the city, Yuanyang Peak.

The starry night hangs high, the old Taoist priest's face is calm, since he got out of the Zhengyuan Temple, the trivial matters under the mountain should have nothing to do with it, having said that, but the chaos seen today still can't help but make some waves in his heart, but the official office is still there, and the matter of the martial arts Taoist sect is also swept by the Zhengyuan Temple, and the situation is far from the sinister point of using him as a bad old man.

Besides, what if you really want to go down the mountain?

"Divide and merge, the general trend of the world, cultivate the Tao and cultivate the heart, only by controlling the self-thoughts, running through to the end, otherwise there will always be a reckoning one day."

This is contaminated with red dust, with thousands of thoughts in his mind, Yu Qimeng is wearing a robe, and he folds his hands and looks at the empty sky outside the mountain.

When he was young, he traveled outside Xizhou, the Central Plains Sects, the Northern Daomen, the Southern Xinjiang Wugu, and the Dongzhou Qihuang. Together with the master of Zuo Dao, he also had a long talk with the descendants of the Bing Ge Rumo family, and there were even Buddhist disciples wearing strange robes to talk about themselves, and they also did not refuse.

I have seen and heard a lot, and I have experienced a lot.

If it weren't for the strengths and weaknesses of the world, how could he have fused a body of Taoism and dared to call it a true cultivation in the world.

Yu Lao Dao has learned a lot of things, and he doesn't have much insight from beginning to end. The four veins of the Daomen are all involved, and they have long been beyond the inheritance of the Zhengyuan concept.

It is such a well-informed person who can not see the rise and fall of the change of life at the moment.

There are few people who go out of the mountains, but they may not be ignorant of the general trend of the world.

The big river is turbulent, and the south is perennially filled with smoke, and the people do not have one out of ten; To the north of the big river, the Northern Qi Dynasty is eyeing the tiger, patrolling day and night just to gnaw down this beautiful mountain and river.

On the high seat, he was a dumb king who did not learn or know, and the princes of the Manchu Dynasty were not much different. In their hearts, they have never had anything other than power and wealth.

"Yuan's time is short, and there is no way to return to the sky."

Holding his hands, the old Taoist priest spit out a sentence lightly, and went away with the cool breeze and scattered in the mountains.

I still remember that before entering the blessed land last time, the old friend of Haiyunguan in Shiya County also discussed with him that after the butcher left Xizhou, he scolded Fang Xuan and led the army to chase the dead to the north, and the turmoil in Kanding was innumerable, and the Central Plains was calm for a while.

He said that it is only temporary, the world is divided into numbers, and the key to the two is not from above, but from below.

As for a group of cultivators getting involved in this troubled water, Yu Qimeng was not optimistic about the end of such an act.

Taiping Road is enough to toss, it is in a hurry, originally begging for a sacrifice to fight for peace, but in the end it is not a person inside and out, and now it is like a rat crossing the street being chased and killed by all parties.

Uninteresting and boring, after looking at the night scenery for a while, Lao Dao turned around and walked towards his residence, how Guangyong Daomen should deal with the coming troubled times, it is not for him to worry about. Instead of wasting this time, we should ponder more about the issue of cultivating the Fa.

In the past few days, I have looked through a lot of books, and I have moved into the library to eat and live, and I have an idea during the day, I should try again.

Thinking like this, his heart became more and more excited, and the already small sleepiness was even reduced, Yu Qimeng pushed open the wooden door of the pavilion and walked in, took a fluorite to shine a misty shimmer, barely dispelling the darkness.

After sitting down, he took a roll of papyrus paper full of various pictures and texts, and if you look closely, you can find that the image resembles a human form, outlining nearly 200 points of all sizes, all of which are acupuncture points.

He took a long breath, his intestines soothed, meditated for a moment on the nameless breathing method, and began to try further according to his own thoughts.

"The core of the breathing method is to mobilize all parts of the body with breathing, and the refinement of the body is still secondary, and the coordination and resonance between the organs are more crucial."

The old Taoist priest muttered, only he and the three male and female Taoist servants on Yuanyang Peak, at this moment, the nebula is covered, the moonlight is bright, and the two little ones go to sleep after doing the evening class early, so they don't have to worry about interference.

Strip off the coat, put the robe aside, pull up a corner of the green shirt slightly, revealing the acupuncture points such as Yin Jiao, Qi Hai, Shimen, Guan Yuan, Zhongji, etc., press gently, and at the same time the breath is constantly adjusted, the thumb twists and falls, and the rhythm gradually matches with it.

At some point, his eyes widened suddenly, and he hissed fiercely with the roots of his teeth up.

"Something went wrong!"

Fortunately, over the years, the physical cultivation has not been left behind, and some small methods have been found to calm the damage of the texture, and they have quickly adjusted and eased.

Rubbing the wound, he sighed and paused for a moment when the pain had subsided, as if he had thought of something to lift his spirits again.

I tried again, this time I changed the method, no longer focusing on the acupuncture points of the lower abdomen, where the external meridians are connected to the five internal organs, and it is easy to damage too much. After thinking about it, he started from his elbow arm instead, trying to practice his thoughts with acupoints such as Qi Ze and Shaohai.

This time, the reflection was in place, and after getting started, he was no longer impatient and impatient, and quickly grasped the rhythm between concentrating and calming, and at the same time harmonized the breath in the body and moved his muscles and bones.

Whew-

Press down with your fingertips, turn half an inch to the left and press down a little with gentle force.

Suck –

The palm fingers were forced, and the qi penetrated through the flesh and blood, and in an instant, the green tendons burst out, but the position pressed by the fingers of the other hand was as smooth as ever.

Pranayama and repetition, Yu Qimeng is not young, although the modification of the nameless breathing method in his mind is intentional, but he really understands what it is difficult to do.

Luckily, he still had something to offer.

This is repeated ten times, and the left arm is almost blue, but the old Taoist priest doesn't care, and the people who practice martial arts can't bear it if they don't make a fuss about this situation.

It is only when it comes to the intimate fragility of the internal organs that we will pay too much attention to it.

I saw Lao Dao move a palm-sized box from the side.

After opening, the herbs inside are revealed, emitting a hazy halo, intertwined with the jade brilliance of fluorite, and sprinkled with people's hearts.

"Success or not, it's over!"

After the words fell, he took out the elixir taken from the blessed land...... A blade is about the size of a fingernail.

Although there were no less than seventy or eighty elixirs in his hands when he was at the foot of the mountain, those were ultimately from other families, such as the Shiya Haiyun faction, and the families headed by Zhengyuanguan in Pingcheng.

Friends and fellow disciples sent a batch, disciples and juniors paid tribute to a batch, and he himself collected some, but the total number of them still counted, far from the point of wanton use.

Nowadays, others are still pondering how to use it, or alchemy into medicine, or transplanting, and some people swallow it directly, but the effect is not very clear.

Not long ago, after consuming more than a dozen elixirs, Yu Qimeng discovered that the nameless breathing method in his memory could resonate with it when it worked in a unique way.

For this reason, he went to Zhengyuanguan again, and even used his old face to borrow the hand of his apprentice to gather everyone.

The result...... Everyone was happy.

The high-level leaders of the Guangyong Daoist Sect all knew that there was a true cultivator on their side who had already taken the first step, and the Zhengyuan Temple had also added a bit of the bearing of the leader of the Daoist Sect in the state capital.

The old Taoist priest returned to the mountain overnight with dozens of elixirs that had been raised, and began to try them all the time.

It is only today that a large amount of inventory has been used up again, and it seems that it is about to pay off.

"At the beginning, even if the breathing method was running at full capacity, the resonance existed but could not be used, but it would eat the physical body."

Yu Qimeng's eyes flashed.

After experiencing the initial failure, he quickly realized that the body is the foundation, so he spent most of the next half of the month using the breathing method to nourish the body, holding the elixir, trying to contaminate a little and make the body to a higher level.

It's a pity that the age is not low, and it is a miracle that the qi and blood are not declining, but the breathing method is extraordinary, which makes all the old friends dumbfounded.

In the end, it took a long time to finally wait for the last trace of weakness to be filled.

It was very difficult, he even took the initiative to take two plants, although it is not clear how much he absorbed, but the breath was indeed a little more refreshing in those days.

However, Yu Qimeng knew that this kind of usage was too wasteful, if it weren't for the blessed land, the elixir would not exist at all, even if there were some circulating now, the total number would not be much.

At this moment, calculating the reserves on Yuanyang Peak, the old Taoist priest with white hair was cautious, and the savings were incomparable.

Pull a small piece and feed it in your mouth, but do not swallow it.

Hold under the tongue.

The breathing method worked, and the fingertips were also pressed, and bursts of numbness rose, as if the acupuncture points were gently resonating together.

The blood ignited, and gradually became stronger.

At this time, a cool breath rises from the mouth and tongue, and most of it overflows and is difficult to stay, but there are still some mixed with jin liquid moistening the mouthpiece and entering the abdomen.

Ding dong!

It is like a long drought and a rainstorm, and it is like a spring tide breaking the ice.

In an instant, Yu Qimeng's five senses were ethereal, and he felt that the heavens and the earth were completely new-

Feeling the weak wisp of air, it flowed for less than two breaths before it went out and dim.

But the old Taoist priest couldn't hold back anymore at the moment, and he couldn't help himself. He could sense that there was a trace of residual rhyme in several acupuncture points on his arm, and as the breathing method was breathing in again and again, the breath was growing at an extremely slow speed!

The road is clear!

(End of chapter)