The cultivation of the body of a monk is both the same and different from that of a mortal.

Mortals can improve their strength, speed, and explosiveness by carrying weights, running, bouncing, stretching, etc., and can also reduce the possibility of illness while strengthening their bodies.

Monks don't need to worry about illness, longevity is also determined by cultivation, the purpose of refining the body is to fight, and only by surviving in battle can you talk about the end of life.

There are internal and external refining of the monk's body, internal refining of qi, blood and internal organs, external refining of muscles, bones, skin and flesh, whether internal refining or external refining, are inseparable from the baptism of spiritual energy. Wang Quanquan has lived in the Nine Abyss Realm for a long time, although he is a Jindan monk, but he has no cultivation and no physique, and it is more like a castle in the air than other monks of the same level.

This is true not only of himself, but also of all those who have attained enlightenment in the Nine Abysses, which is why the three Living Buddhas ascended and gave up their physical bodies that day.

Although he has improved a lot under the nourishment of the spiritual energy on the mountain these days, he still can't compare with the rest of the monks of the fairy wind bones, not to mention anything else, just excretion, he can smoke enough for himself, and other monks will not do this indecent thing at all.

The first thing that the king's authority came to Litang was to rely on the rich aura of this place to wash the scriptures and cut the marrow, and by the way, quit his desire for tongue.

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The master of Litang Hall is kind and free-spirited, but in the matter of refining the body, he can't rub a little sand in his eyes, and he usually practices the members of Litang to cry and cry for his mother, and he is not polite to Wang Quanquan, a doorman who is commensurate with friends.

He looked at the master and apprentice of Wang Quanquan with a serious face, and said in a deep voice:

"My generation of body practitioners has always been unwelcome to cultivators, and they believe that cultivators should abandon the way of mortals, and bear the brunt of the physical body that is regarded as a constraint and a burden.

As everyone knows, tens of thousands of eons ago, when the power of heaven and earth created living beings, they also created the physical body first and then injected the divine soul, but now many people in the cultivation realm have put the cart before the horse, emphasizing the gods instead of the body, which is a big mistake.

In the Nine Abyss where the Zhao brothers are located, there are no less than several legends about the strong people who refine the body, such as the Xingtian who has no head to dance with, the Chi You who must be buried separately after death, and the drought that turns the corpse into a rain for thousands of miles after death, these strong people who are strong in refining the body are enough to make the immortals fearful. ”

Wang Quanquan didn't expect that Zhan Qian still knew the myths and legends of Jiuyuan, he had never been serious about refining the body since he started practicing, and his understanding of the refining body was only superficial, so he asked:

"Brother Zhan, may I ask what is the difference between the various stages of body refining?"

"Brother Zhao is in the Jindan period, and the reasoning should not be unclear. Before refining qi, refine the body, and use the aura to comb the dirt in the body, so that the skin, flesh, muscles, bones, internal organs, and blood veins are kept clean, and then the aura can be introduced to settle in the qi refining and build the foundation.

After that, every time you ascend to a realm, you will be discharged with dirt until the whole body is transparent and flawless, as crystal clear as glass, which is the most basic refining body, and it is also the necessary stage for every monk.

But I don't seem to have taken this path when Brother Zhao first went up the mountain that day, when you first went up the mountain, you were sloppy and smelled pungent, Zhan thought it was an illusion, but today, brother, you are still turbid like muddy water, only the dantian can be regarded as clean.

But you don't have to worry too much, since you have come to Litang, we will try our best to help you refine your body, and if you don't fall asleep with a sore body, the signboard of Litang will be hung in vain. ”

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan subconsciously glanced at the simple plaque not far away, the two big characters "Litang" on the plaque were not framed with gold, and each stroke was vigorous and powerful, which had the meaning of a little bit into the wood.

The master and apprentice glanced at each other, and they both saw a wry smile in each other's eyes.

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Zhan Qi did what he said, first let the two of them concentrate on refining skin and meat.

Refining the skin and raw film, invulnerable, gold and stone are not damaged, and the skin film is divided into copper film, iron film, gold film, etc., and can carry the power of magic weapons and the catastrophe of thunder to the extreme.

Refining meat is muscle-building, producing endless internal strength, first quenching with aura, detoxifying and spitting dirt, and then supplemented by instruments, thousands of catties of copper and ten thousand catties of boulders can be used to temper.

The rock of Rock Jun Mountain is hard, and the same size is heavier than steel, so it is the first choice for exercise.

Wang Quanquan closed his eyes and breathed in, and soon arrived at the rumored settlement, wisps of spiritual energy into the body, which he used to wander around the limbs and hundreds of remains, passing through the flesh, the slightest black dirt that he could not usually find was slowly discharged, and in just half an hour, the pores of Wang Quanquan's skin had secreted black droplets like beads of sweat.

It lasted for nearly a morning, and the phenomenon did not stop, and the king seemed to have fallen into the sludge, and a steady stream of dirt was discharged from his body.

On the side, Nie Xinliang was slightly stunned when he saw this, he was born in the Wangchen Realm, where there was abundant spiritual energy, even if he was an ordinary person who lived by the fireworks of the world, the dirt had stopped after spitting out most of the hour.

Zhan Qi whispered:

"Boy, your master estimates that it will take a while, you go find a place to clean your body first."

"Oh."

Nie Zhenliang answered, and then walked towards a stream in the distance.

Here, Wang Quanquan's eyelids trembled, and the speed of spiritual power in his body had reached the extreme, and he took the trouble to scrub his skin and flesh over and over again, but every time the blood flowed, it always brought new dirt, and then the voice of the war rally sounded in his ears:

"Remember, you must not use the aura to directly wash the blood, the slightest carelessness can lead to dirt pouring into the heart, this dirt is a great poison to my monk, once the evil poison enters the heart, it will go mad."

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After three poles, Wang Quanquan's expression froze, and then he let out a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes, and it was only now that he had completely completed the cleanup.

Zhan Qi looked at the royal authority like a fish out of the stinking mud, and said in surprise:

"Brother Zhao, what have you eaten all these years?"

To be honest, even if the other party says that he has eaten for decades, he will believe it.

Wang Quanquan wiped his face and said casually:

"It's nothing, a roast whole sheep at a meal, a total of four meals a day plus supper."

“……”

Reluctant to talk to him more, Zhan Jian wrinkled his nose and pointed to the stream in the distance.

Wang Quanquan stood up and walked slowly towards the east, one black footprint at a time.

After more than half an hour, Wang Quanquan finally cleaned the sludge on his body, which was not only very decompressing, but also refreshed after washing, and even his body was a lot lighter.

But when he left, a dead fish floated on the entire downstream river.

Back in Litang, Zhan Qian looked at the clean master and apprentice in front of him, and grinned:

"Just now it was Wen Lian, and then it was Wu Lian. Do you see the stone lock on the ground over there, it's specially made for the two of you, and no one here uses such a light one, so you can quickly improve your strength, don't let us see the joke. ”

After speaking, he directly took out the leather whip, and there was a crisp sound in the air, "What are you still doing in a daze, move!" ”

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Wang Quanquan and Nie Zhenliang practiced for an afternoon, and the whole person seemed to have taken off a layer of skin, and his whole body was sore from the inside out, and this was just the beginning, according to Zhan Zhen, the training after that would only be more difficult.

Back in the cave, Wang Quanquan fell on the stone bed, pointed to another room and said:

"You lived with me first in the past six months, and the aura on the top of the mountain is much richer than that on the mountainside, which is also good for you."

The aura in the cave was far richer than that of the outside world, and even Nie Zhenliang, a young monk who had just stepped into the cultivation realm, could feel it, and he respectfully bowed and said:

"Thank you, Master."

The rules of the Lingyun Sect are known to the young man, monks below the golden pill are not allowed to stay on the top of the mountain, and those with mediocre qualifications like him don't even think about it, there are not a few masters in the sect who treat their disciples well, but there is no one who is as meticulous as his master.

The young man attaches great importance to affection, and although he did not open his mouth to say more words of thanks, he also kept this kindness in mind.

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Wang Quanquan rested for a while, then he stood up again and began to cross his knees to spit out, the cave has been carved by him in advance, and the surrounding aura is slowly converging in the cave, this formation is a copy of Wen Fuding's theft of the royal dragon qi, Wang Quanquan tried for half a month, only to find some doorways.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he controlled the range of the formation within a radius of 100 zhang, even so, the extremely rich aura was still enough for a Jindan monk to cultivate at will, so he would bring the apprentice with him.

Wang Quanquan used what he had learned during the day to let the aura wash over his body, and at the same time he fused part of the aura into the dantian, and the golden pill in his body emitted a faint golden light under the nourishment of the aura, and at the same time, the inner room where the little apprentice lived on the other side was also undergoing magical changes.

There was no word all night, and the rooster crow woke up the king early the next morning.

Yesterday he was so tired that he fell asleep unconsciously while meditating, and when he woke up, he had an extra thin quilt on his body, and there was a basin of water on the stone table next to him.

When Wang Quanquan came to Litang, the apprentice was sweating profusely and squatting with weights, and when Zhan Jian saw this Zhao Daoyou, the corners of his mouth immediately pulled out a smile.

"Brother Zhao, you're late."

"If there is any punishment, just let the horse come."

Wang Quanquan took off his shirt, revealing his arms that were not very strong.

"Okay, just wait for your words, the fairies over there in Chixia Peak plant fairy grass and need someone to help plow the ground, I didn't give them to the boys who squeezed their heads, for the sake of our friendship, it's cheap for you."

Wang Quanquan did not show happiness when he heard this, but looked at the other party suspiciously, still in the same sentence, he didn't believe that this kind of pie could be smashed on his head.

The two of them went all the way towards Chixia Peak, and met several female monks along the way, all of whom took the initiative to greet Zhan Xuan, and the latter returned the salute one by one, and after one after another, Wang Quanquan couldn't help but speak:

"I didn't expect Brother Zhan to be so popular, didn't it mean that fairies are far away from you rough men?"

"Hehe, that's also a matter, if you ask us to help, you naturally don't have to say anything, but once you mention forming a Taoist couple, you have to think about it for a while.

It's no wonder that they, the monks cultivate, to put it bluntly, they still ascend to the sky step by step, but they can't break through the realm with just a handful of stupid strength, and in the end it is still empty.

Most of us who refine the body are not qualified enough to find another way, and no one can say what will happen in the future.

Brother Zhao, you have excellent roots, so my brother told you these things in his heart, and put them on those boys in Litang, and these words were enough for them to feel uncomfortable for a while. ”

Zhan Jian said it as a joke, but the king heard helplessness from it, there is never absolute fairness in the world, even if it is a "god" in the eyes of mortals, it can also distinguish between high and low.

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As they spoke, the two of them had come to Chixia Peak, and the fairy warbler and Yanyan on the peak got together, looking very pleasing to the eye.

As Wang Quanquan walked, his head began to look around, and he silently scored the women he saw along the way:

Ninety points, the face and body are all excellent, it would be nice if it was taller; Eighty-five points, although the posture is slightly inferior, but the victory is in the dust; Eighty-seven points, a little younger, and if you grow up, you will definitely be infinitely close to ninety-five......

In the heart of the king's authority, ninety-five points is already the highest evaluation, and the only person who has won this point at present, Lu Xiaoxian is also. It's true that he is a man, but this just becomes a plus, not that the taste of the king's power is unique, the man can still dominate the crowd, and it is worth adding points to this point.

"Zhao Daoyou, I don't know how many points I can rate?"

Wang Quanquan was looking at it vigorously, and suddenly a voice in his ears startled him, and he turned his head to look and found that Chi Xia'er was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Wang Quanquan was puzzled, but he still shamelessly arched his hand and said:

"The fairy is in Zhao's heart, and he deserves ninety-four points."

"Oh? Isn't it a perfect score? "The woman is not welcome.

"The full score in Zhao's heart is ninety-five, and the remaining five points are to make himself look forward to more."

Chi Xia'er hid her face and smiled when she heard this, and said softly:

"I don't know if there are perfect candidates in your hearts."

The king's authority point is blunt: "Yes." ”

Next to Zhan Li, he saw that the two of them sang and talked and laughed, a little unclear So, Chi Xia'er was deeply appreciated by the elders, but her ability was rarely known, and the royal authority was appreciated today, while he was talking and laughing, he did not forget to gather his heart, and secretly said that a woman who can read minds is really terrible.

Chi Xia'er nodded, did not explore the appearance of the perfect beauty in the other party's heart, turned her head to Zhan Qian and smiled slightly:

"Battle Hall Master, please come with me."

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The two passed by the courtyards with unique shapes under the leadership of Chi Xia'er, and Wang Quanquan also saw a familiar figure in them-Ji Hong, the other party was picking flowers with a fairy with combed clouds and sideburns at this time, and smiled after also discovering Wang Quanquan.

The three of them turned around, and finally came to a slope, the slope was full of rocks, even if it was not smooth but fortunately, there were no ups and downs, Chi Xia'er stopped and said:

"Two, this is it, as far as the eye can see, it will be used to grow fairy grass."

"What?"

Wang Quanquan's eyes widened, and at this moment he was in no mood to look at the group of fairies not far away, so he swallowed his saliva and said:

"Chizun Ling, I'm afraid this has to be an hour, are you letting the two of you plow here?"

Without waiting for Chi Xia'er to speak, Zhan Qian took the lead and said:

"Brother Zhao's words are wrong, not two people, but you alone."

"Brother Zhan, are you kidding me, where is this farming, it is clearly a wasteland."

"If it's too simple, why bother Brother Zhao, you go out? This piece of land is no more, no less, exactly fifty acres, giving you half a month, you are not allowed to use spells, only physical strength. ”

After that, the warlord slapped the storage bag, and immediately there was a pitch-black iron plough in his hand, which was obviously for livestock.

"This is cast by the iron essence of Wumai Mountain, weighing a thousand catties, light is light, but it is just suitable for you, Brother Zhao, you will live in Chixia Peak for half a month, I do so much, don't let down your brother's heart."

Zhan Qian said, not forgetting to give the other party a look that all men understand, and Wang Quanquan was eager to throw the iron plow in his face.

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