That night, Li Yiming wore the uniform of a registered disciple and ran to the dog to show off, and saw the dog and the black hair fishing on the stones by the lake. He hid on the side and shouted, "Why doesn't Widow Chen close the window when she takes a bath?" ”

As soon as the two of them heard this incision, they knew that Yiming was coming, turned their heads, and saw that there was no one behind them, thinking that they were hiding and playing tricks on them, so they shouted to the place where the voice came from: "What window to close when you take a shower in the heat?" ”

"Why did you close the window?"

"Blacksmith Liu helped her close the window inside."

After saying the last incision, Ichiaki walked out from behind a big tree. Slowly walked in front of the two, but the dress was obviously different from the previous cut, and he looked very energetic.

But before they could get close to the two of them, they saw a lamp lit in the cabin by the vegetable garden, and then coughed.

"Someone is yelling outside, and saying such a meat joke is immoral. Wang Dehong, is that you? ”

The three of them were frightened, and hurriedly bowed up, and ran away with their hands and feet, and they didn't even have time to take the fishing rod that was supported by the lake.

Running to a quiet place, the dog gasped and asked, "Big brother, are you here?" ”

Yiming patted the dust off his body and pretended to say, "Big brother, I am now an inner disciple. After finishing speaking, he looked up at the sky and stood on his toes.

The dog asked again: "Big brother, you can really mix, tell the younger brothers, how did you get it?" ”

"Hahahaha, it's a long story, that's what it's like anyway."

Li Yiming picked up the key points from beginning to end, and gave them such a beating, talking about it like a lot, and the two of them were confused, staring at each other.

But I generally understand that the two of them only have envy on the side. It didn't take long for him to come in, and Yiming changed from a layman disciple to an inner disciple who was envied by outsiders. This luck, I'm afraid it's the first person in ancient and modern times. The dog said vigorously, and asked Yiming to take the two of them to have an inner disciple to play.

But this matter is not something that can be decided by Yiming, only that when you have this ability in the future, you will definitely be recommended. It was abrupt.

The three of them talked together, and when they talked about the dog, he looked triumphant. It turned out that the "Heluo Trial" was about to be held, so these disciples didn't even have time to pour the night pot, and the dog's business naturally increased, and he also made a lot of hard-earned money.

Ichiaki was really happy for him. And the black hair looks much calmer, the kind of calm and fluttering on his face, I am afraid that the matter of his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has already been raised.

Alas, these two brothers of Yiming, where do they know his thoughts. There are some things that cannot be spread out to them. I hope that bringing them here this time will be a blessing rather than a curse. On the next road, Yiming himself didn't know how to go, and he didn't know what was dangerous. If they want to go back to their hometowns, it is not too much to give them more money. Let them go back to their hometowns to buy some fields and stores, and they can have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

But what should I say? Or wait for now. Maybe after some time, I may return to my hometown with them.

On the second day, Li Yiming came to the Qi Cultivation Hall early, saw the real person of Xudao, meditated and practiced in the room, and incense was burned in the room, which made people feel pure and have few desires.

"Here, learn to meditate first." Said with his eyes slightly closed.

Li Yiming found a cushion, followed the appearance of a real person, and sat cross-legged.

Xudao Zhenren looked at Yiming calmly, closed his eyes again, and said unhurriedly: "Relax your body, look at the tip of your nose, close your eyes, and breathe slowly three times." ”

Li Yiming followed the instructions of Xudao Zhenren, first shook his shoulders, and then slowly and naturally relaxed, looked at the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and took three breaths in his heart.

"How do you feel?" The real person asked.

"No, I don't feel anything."

Xudao Zhenren shook his head helplessly, and said, "Come again." ”

"One, two, three." Li Yiming counted again in his heart.

"What does it feel?"

"Well, I still don't feel anything."

"No distractions, come again."

Li Yiming is like this, and I don't know how many times he repeated it. I feel embarrassed, but the real person is very calm. As the head of the Qi Cultivation Hall, he will naturally face disciples who do not have qualifications, and he still has patience for this.

Until Yiming said: "The world is spinning." He opened his eyes and said, "Yes, remember this feeling." Only when the mind is free of distractions can we feel the qi of heaven and earth. Under normal circumstances, you only need to take a maximum of three breaths to settle down. This is something that needs to be practiced. ”

Yiming replied, "Remember." ”

"Well, meditation is the foundation of a beginner. After practicing diligently, all body movements such as standing and lying down can be settled. ”

"Li Yiming, you listen well, pass on your mantra for the foundation building period, see if the mountain is a mountain, see if the mountain is not a mountain, look at the mountain or a mountain, it is born from the heart. Remember the essentials of meditation, feel the qi of heaven and earth, run every day, and comprehend the mantra and mind. Do you remember? ”

"Remembered."

"Okay, remember to practice every day, don't slack off. Go down and practice. ”

"Got it, disciple, I'll go down and practice."

Li Yiming retreated, thinking that this teaching was too hasty? What is a mountain is not a mountain, completely blind, where can we understand the truth.

It's right to think about it, Xudao Zhenren faces so many disciples in one day, if each disciple talks like this one by one, I'm afraid it won't be enough from morning to night. Being able to preach in person for such a while can be regarded as giving Ziyue enough face.

Yiming went to the meditation room, which was a place that only the disciples who practiced could enter. After entering the door, he looked at the rules at the door, and followed a few disciples to tiptoe in. Following their example, I found a small partition room with no one and began this formal practice.

Regardless of what it means to "see a mountain is a mountain, a mountain is not a mountain, and a mountain is still a mountain". I practiced meditation first, but I didn't find the previous feeling several times in a row, and I couldn't settle down and wander all over the world. When he really couldn't find any way, he took a Qi Cultivation Pill. I felt that the dantian was hot, so I quickly settled down and found the feeling of meditating with the real people of Xudao before.

But in an instant, his thoughts were completely discrete and he began to wander around the world again. Thinking of Ziyue and saying that taking this Qi Cultivation Pill hundreds of pills at a time will have an effect. I also began to gradually increase the amount, starting with two pieces and increasing it to ten pieces each time.

After each dose of Qi Cultivation Pill, a stream of heat would rise within the dantian, and at the same time, the thoughts would be better concentrated. But the strength of the medicine also dissipated too quickly. Soon the heat flow in the dantian will disappear and cannot be stored for a long time.

Yiming increased the amount of medicine again, and it was also strange that this pill did not bloate his stomach at all. From the beginning to the present, I have taken hundreds of pills, and I don't feel full at all. If these pills were replaced with the same weight of rice, I am afraid that they would have been unable to walk long ago.

Continuing to increase the dosage of the medicine was also useless, the more Qi Cultivation Pill was used, the faster it would settle down, and the more scorching qi the Dantian would produce. But then he quickly deflated, and his body was like a water tank with a big hole, and he couldn't hold anything.

When Yiming was practicing, there was a disciple's room in the meditation room, and a golden light suddenly flashed. The disciples who didn't know why came to watch, and saw him sitting cross-legged, a pair of golden sunflowers conjuring up above his head. It's just like the previous demo. But just Sunflower, it can be regarded as having the qualification to enter Zixia Peak.

On the side, the disciples were clapping their hands to congratulate them, and some of them even stepped forward to ask about their cultivation experience, wanting to know more about it and apply what they had learned. But where did the disciple control others, he cried with joy and said, "After eight years, I have finally finished practicing. ”

The whole meditation room was very noisy by this one, and the Taoist priest with a big waist and a round waist came over with a ring ruler, and said as he walked: "What is the noise, all the fuss, go back to their respective rooms to practice." ”

Then he walked up to the disciple, congratulated him, and then left, making his rounds to maintain the order of the meditation room.

Regardless of why the disciples were so excited, let's just say that this "eight years" of cultivation has already made Li Yiming, who has just started, a little frightened. Then what about the stupid disciples who are still decades old, or even poor all their lives? I don't know which one I belong to.

If it's eight years and ten years, maybe it's okay to insist on it, but if it's that extreme situation, how long can it be said to be longevity? I'm afraid I'm going to have to explain it here in this life. This kind of cultivation is only an ordinary cultivation in the Eight Thousand Mortal Realms, and it is only one or two small paths in the Great Dao. I don't know if there will be a real avenue in the future, which is the many magical anecdotes in the mouth of the storyteller.

At this time, what a blessing it would be if his guide master who could lead him to the Nine Realms could show up and give him some pointers.

But when will he come? Is it still coming? Only God knows. Alas, it is another uncertain thing, and all that can be done is endless waiting.