After leaving Jiang's Mansion, Fang Ping took his baggage and picture scrolls on the road, hired a carriage in Luoyi, and rushed towards the capital.

This journey lasted for half a month, during which Fang Ping had been meditating and practicing, and the aura in his body had risen greatly, especially the dantian in his abdomen, which had been filled with aura.

Combined with the secret method of Yinshan and the information recorded in the Huang Ting Sutra, Fang Ping deduced that he had reached a bottleneck.

The division of the cultivation realm in this world is very vague, what Huang Tingjing remembers is one thing, but the secret method of Yin Mountain is another, and the authentic cultivation method of the Dao Sect mentioned by Pu Zi is different.

The secret method of Yin Mountain is the way of ghost cultivation, and Fang Ping practiced according to the Huang Ting Sutra, although he was able to transform Yin Qi into aura with the help of Yin Yang Pei, but he generally followed the way of Huang Ting.

And his current situation is roughly equivalent to the "True Qi Realm" in the Way of Huang Ting.

This true qi realm is actually more powerful than mortals, and the monk introduces spiritual energy into the body and constantly refines the physical body to achieve the standard of "building a foundation", and can also use exercises to transform spiritual energy into spiritual power. And with spiritual power, you can also use spells.

The method of practicing qi corresponding to the true qi realm in the Huang Ting Sutra is divided into four steps: "feeling, inducing, nourishing, and acting".

Feeling qi is the first step for mortals to enter the ranks of cultivators, if they can't generate a sense of qi and can't perceive the breath of the outside world, even if they have the Heavenly Codex, they can't practice at all.

And there is an ethereal "entrance" in the human body, which is the restriction of cultivation. Those mortals who did not have the long-cherished benefits of their previous lives, if there was no one to pass on the salary to them to give them Dao Huo, they would not be able to open the entrance at all to generate a sense of qi.

That's why it is said that cultivation is illusory, and the most important thing is talent and chance.

Fang Ping pondered carefully, only then did he understand why Innocent Man firmly believed that there was a master behind him, otherwise how could he break through the entrance of the human body and generate a sense of qi!

But whether it was the credit of the Yin Yang Jade Pendant or other reasons, Fang Ping couldn't explore.

After sensing the aura that exists between heaven and earth, the practitioner uses exercises to attract the aura into the body and nourish it, including the soul and the body.

These are all things that need to be repeated in the early stage of Qi training. When the qi is cultivated to a certain stage, the qi sea can be opened up in the dantian, and with the qi sea, a large amount of spiritual energy can be stored, and then it can be continuously transformed into spiritual power.

As a result, the comprehensive strength of the cultivator has been raised to a higher level, and it can be regarded as the middle stage of Qi cultivation.

After that, the practitioner still needs to constantly nourish the soul and body, and run the spiritual energy to travel through the meridians around the body, constantly transform the spiritual energy into essence and spiritual power, dredge the meridians, and lay the foundation for the human body to become a furnace.

And when the aura in the sea of qi is filled to a certain extent, it will be transformed into liquid in the sea of qi, which is also a sign of entering the next stage of foundation building.

On this day, the carriage arrived in front of a small desolate market town, and the coachman said that he was going to fetch a pot of water, but he did not return after half an hour.

Fang Ping secretly felt bad, opened the curtain and saw that there were dead vines and old trees and faint crows outside, and the handwriting on the dilapidated gate was blurred, and the name of the market town could not be seen clearly.

"It seems that the opportunity for a breakthrough is here." Fang Pingfu was very happy, got up and got out of the car, and walked calmly towards the market town.

The road is full of dead grass and broken walls. Several blackened paws were exposed under the straw mat of the shroud, and they looked like they had contracted a vicious disease and died.

Fang Ping's nose moved, smelling the smell of rotten meat on the road, and walked straight towards the center of the market town.

It was a humble liquor shop, but it was crowded with people.

Seven or eight slanted eyebrows and cross-eyed drinkers looked over at the same time, and when they saw Fang Ping, the white-faced man, the number was opposite, they all showed a meaningful smile.

It's been a long time since I've been to this place with such a white and tender boy......

Fang Ping only felt that this inn was filled with a strong yin and evil aura, which must have harmed a lot of people.

In these years, nine out of ten inns and wine shops in such wilderness are not serious. If you hang a sheep's head, you may not be selling dog meat.

As soon as Fang Ping entered the door, he saw a woman with heavy makeup twisting her ass and coming over. The woman was also dressed as a prodigal woman, wearing a green gauze shirt, a bright red silk skirt, a face with rouge lead powder, and a few wild flowers stuck in her sideburns.

"Guest, come in and do it. The family has good wine and meat, and when it comes to snacks, it is a big steamed bun. ”

As she spoke, she straightened her waist, revealing a large area of snow white that was looming.

I don't know if this steamed bun is serious or not...... I'm afraid that I have a life to watch, but I don't have a life to eat.

Fang Ping's face flushed, he lowered his head and didn't speak, and it was another calculation in the eyes of the woman.

He sat down, ordered a bowl of beef noodles casually, and looked around for the coachman's traces. I saw that the cook in front of the liquor store threw a spoonful of unknown meat into it and fried it, and when he scooped it up, he beat three or two pieces into the bowl.

A simple bowl of beef noodles was served like this, and it was still steaming.

Several drinkers around were staring at this table, but they didn't see Fang Ping move their chopsticks for a long time, and they couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

At this time, the woman walked up and said with a flattering smile: "Little official, why don't you eat?"

Fang Ping saw the snow white that she had unintentionally revealed, and pointed to the pottery bowl and said, "Restaurant, is your meat mutton, dog meat, or other meat?" ”

The woman looked at Fang Ping deeply, and said with a grin: "The guest officer said that he laughed, this peaceful world, where does the rest of the meat come from, this is just beef bones." ”

During the conversation, the drinker next to him whistled, quite rhythmically, but it was the joint words of the black shop: "This kid refuses to eat, it is better to kill him directly." ”

"Yes, this kid is alone, just click and forget it......" The other drinker whistled in response.

The woman gave the two of them a look, signaling them to be calm, this boy is not an ordinary person.

Although Fang Ping couldn't understand this whistle, he already knew that this group of people was colluding, this was a black shop for slaughtering customers.

"Guest officer, this beef noodle is cold, but it is not delicious. The guest officer is full, if you want to add food, you can follow me to the back kitchen......" The woman's eyes were like silk.

Fang Ping nodded, raised his chopsticks but put them down, knocked on the table and said, "How can good food be without good wine." ”

"Okay, wait a minute, officer."

The woman crossed her waist and ordered the cousin to serve wine, but she smiled and thought: This kid is impure in mind and unpredictable in strength. Looking at his fine skin and tender meat, you can use it first and then eat it.

After a while, a pot of wine was served, and the woman herself poured a glass for him, and said with a smile: "Little official, the wine is here." ”

As he spoke, he handed the wine glass to Fang Ping.

Fang Ping knew that there was something wrong with the wine, and when he took it, he touched the woman's fingers again, and his heart shook violently.

Something is wrong with this proprietress!

At this moment, with a sound of stumbling footsteps, another depressed scholar walked into the wine shop.

He was dressed in a dark blue coarse linen robe and carried a bamboo bookcase. Although he has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, his complexion is dark, and he is obviously a wanderer who has been traveling abroad for a long time. His expression looked shy and timid, and he looked like a scholar who only looked like a scholar, and he looked like he was easy to bully.

The drinkers were even more pleased, just now the big fat sheep came, and a gray rabbit was delivered to the door.

The dusty scholar raised his eyes and looked around, only feeling a chill in his heart, until he saw Fang Ping sitting in the corner, he was relieved, at least there was a companion.

The scholar cautiously came to Fang Ping's table with the vicious eyes of the drinker, put down the bookcase and sat down.

Fang Ping looked up at the scholar, he only felt a little familiar, but he didn't know him either.

The scholar looked at Fang Ping, raised his hand and hugged his fist and said, "This brother Tai is in Xianing ......"

"Hey! Are you sharpening or staying in a hotel? The woman impatiently interrupted the scholar, surnamed Ning.

The scholar saw that although the proprietress was dressed beautifully, she couldn't hide the fierce anger between her eyebrows, and couldn't help whispering: "Hello restaurant, I want two white steamed buns." ”

The woman lifted the green gauze shirt, revealing two big white arms: "There are no white steamed buns, only meat steamed buns, if you don't want them?" ”

Seeing that the proprietress looked like a cannibal, the scholar dared to talk more, so he nodded quickly.

The proprietress ordered the cousin to serve a plate of steamed buns, but she did not leave, but waited at the side table.

Seeing her like this, it's going to kill them.

Fang Ping thought to himself in his heart, and the scholar seemed to have been hungry all the way for too long, picked up the steamed steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and politely pointed to the plate and said, "You're welcome...... You eat ...... too."