I was soaked in the medicine tank for a whole day, and at first I felt unbearably hot, but as time went by, the evil cold qi in my body was slowly soaked out by the medicinal power, and I felt warm and comfortable.

There was a lot of black sweat oozing out of the pores, almost dyeing a jar of water black, Xuan Zhenzi said, these black sweats are the Xuanyin Qi mixed with the corpse pill that my mother gave me.

These yin qi are so thick that they almost merge with my blood, causing the blockage of the meridians, and there will definitely be problems in the body in the long run.

I will need to soak in the medicine jar every week, and it will take at least three and five years to completely dispel the negative effects of the corpse pill.

I can't quite understand, I once asked Gen Zhenzi, why did my mother leave such a terrible thing on me?

Xuan Zhenzi smiled and patted me on the door of the head, "Although the corpse pill has a strong Xuanyin qi, as long as you can learn to refine and guide it, it will be of great help to your cultivation, and your mother also wants to send you on the path of cultivation by doing this." ”

I didn't seem to understand, so I nodded and wrote it down.

When my body recovered a bit, Gen Zhenzi began to arrange for me to work.

His Taoist temple is very broken, not even a single villager chopping wood can be seen within ten miles, and usually no one comes back to provide only incense, and life is very embarrassing.

But Xuan Zhenzi was very carefree, and took me into the mountains every once in a while to collect medicine, prepare prescriptions for me, and relieve the incurable diseases on my body.

He also taught simple crafts such as chopping wood for cooking, how to lay traps in the mountains, hunting wild animals, and other chores.

I gradually adapted to this kind of life, and I also regarded Xuan Zhenzi as my own relative, but the old ruffian was not very serious, and occasionally took me to the town to sell herbs, and if I could make money, I would definitely use the money to buy wine from the wine recipe.

He was an old drunkard, never leaving his flask, and when he drank, he liked to do ridiculous things, he liked to squat on the street to watch girls, and occasionally blew a hooligan whistle at a passing big-breasted woman.

Every time I was scolded by an old rascal, I followed behind and laughed and interceded for him.

Two years passed like this, and the cold poison on my body slowly disappeared, and I no longer had frequent attacks, and Gen Zhenzi began to teach me skills again.

He refused to tell me the origin of his teacher, and only said that he was a wandering Taoist priest who taught me the skills because he was entrusted by the Taigong so that I could have the ability to protect myself in the future.

I was full of joy and couldn't wait to kowtow to call Master, but Xuan Zhenzi stopped me and said with a serious face,

"I don't have a master-apprentice relationship with you, just be a registered disciple, no matter whether you can learn or not in the future, you can't use my name when you walk the rivers and lakes."

At that time, I just wanted to learn the skill quickly, so that I could seek revenge from the enemy, nodding my head like pounding garlic, and agreeing quickly.

But Xuan Zhenzi was not in a hurry to teach me Taoism, but gave me a few Taoist classics, such as "Tao Te Ching" and "Nanhua Sutra", which taught me to understand word by word, and enlightened me.

He said that cultivation must refine the mind, I was blinded by hatred, I have long been planted with demons, once I have learned the Tao, and there is no one to guide me, it is very likely to go on the wrong path, so I must first temper my mind.

It was another half a year, and when I finished reciting all these Taoist classics and memorized them backwards, Xuan Zhenzi still refused to teach Taoism, but asked me to sew a few sandbags and tie them to my feet every day to practice running.

In the morning, he walked in the mountains, ran around in the mountains, and studied scriptures with him in the evening, and lived a fulfilling day.

The days were dull, but they were also hard.

This old ruffian is a bit psychopathic, he thinks that I can't tie my horse step well, so he ran to the back mountain and cut a bunch of bamboo, cut it into bamboo sticks, and put it under my ass while I was taking a horse step, and also built a wooden frame, fixed the bamboo sticks on my head, arms and shoulders, and moved a little to ensure that my head would be pierced and bleeding.

I was miserable by him, often while reciting a horse step at the same time, reciting a wrong word will be punished a stick of incense Zama step time, during that time I didn't even dare to walk.

After a year of horse walking, when my basic skills were solid, Xuan Zhenzi brought a firewood knife and asked me to go into the back mountain with him to cut bamboo.

There is a large piece of bamboo in the back mountain, all of which are Nanzhu that have grown for decades, this kind of bamboo is not only tall, but also has rough fibers, and the bamboo that is more than ten years old is harder than iron.

Gen Mako handed me the wood knife, picked the largest bamboo, and asked me to find a way to cut it down.

I was young and vigorous, and I spat twice into the palm of my hand, and rushed up with a scream, but the first time I cut down, I could only cut a white mark on the bamboo, but I was shocked to the point that I couldn't even grasp the firewood knife.

Xuan Zhenzi pouted disdainfully and said, "Boy, your body is boiled out of death strength, you don't know how to exert force, no matter how strong your strength is, it is a life to pick up dung!" ”

I was not convinced, so I got up and said, "The bamboo is too hard, and the knife you gave me is so blunt that it is impossible to finish." ”

He smiled, reached out and grabbed my wood knife, and squatted against the bamboo, so that I could see it.

"The force starts from the ground, the horse step must be firmly rooted, and the more stable the lower the plate, the more powerful the upper limbs!"

Then rotate the waist and twist the hips, use the waist and abdomen to drive the body to exert force, and concentrate all the strength of the whole body at one point when the knife is released, and it will explode instantly.

Immediately followed by a brush, a solid nanzhu thicker than my thighs, actually fell straight down, the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and my eyes were about to fall off.

Xuan Zhenzi threw the firewood knife to me with a disgusted face, and asked me to continue practicing, when to cut down this bamboo forest, and then learn the next skill.

I gritted my teeth and did so, day after day, until the end of the second year, when I finally cut down an entire bamboo forest.

Then Xuan Zhenzi asked me to chop copper coins, cut mosquitoes, and waved a knife at the backmountain waterfall.

Practice the sword during the day, meditate with him cross-legged at night, and when meditating, you must recite the scriptures and practice qi according to the mantra taught by Xuan Zhenzi.

Xuan Zhenzi told me that a qualified practitioner must be a dual cultivator of martial arts.

Charms and Taoism must be matched with the corresponding mantras and step covers, the bigger the mantras, the longer the forward swing time,

"With that mantra, the enemy has already rushed up and hacked you to death eight times!"

Therefore, you must practice knife and footwork in the early stage, and even if you can't beat it, you can still run for your life.

As for the mantras that were taught to me, they were mainly used to "conduct qi".

The essence of cultivation is to be close to nature, to guide the spiritual power of nature through the mind, and to use it for oneself, whether it is drawing talismans or reciting mantras, you must first learn luck.

How to master the "sense of qi" is the key to cultivation, but unfortunately my foundation is relatively shallow, after five years of study, the sense of qi still comes and goes, and the drawing of talismans is also messy, so angry that Xuan Zhenzi blew his beard and glared, scolding me for being stupider than a pig.

In the end, he taught me some basic Taoist techniques, such as dipping the altar, driving away epidemics, praying for blessings, and asking ghosts......

There was nothing wrong with anything else, except that when I was practicing the "Ask God Mantra", I asked something I shouldn't ask.

"Master, please ask the god spell to ask the master of Sanqing Ancestor to come up, right? But there are so many cultivators in the world, how can the ancestor of Sanqing be busy, what if when the god is invited, the ancestor is thin and has no time? ”

For this sentence, I almost got slapped to death.

I studied with him like this for five years, and on my eighteenth birthday, I got up early as usual to prepare for the morning class, but Gen Zhenzi stopped me and gave me some money, saying that I didn't have to practice today, let me go to the town to get some wine, and use the rest of the money to buy some braised pork, which was regarded as a celebration of my adulthood.

After taking the money, I happily ran into the town under the mountain, this old ruffian usually picks on me, and gives pocket money piece by piece, I didn't expect to be so generous today.

But when I went to town for a drink, I met a very strange person.

It was also his appearance that completely broke my peaceful life.