The people of the immortal realm have already explored the possibility of soul cultivation, after all, people have three souls and seven spirits, which many people understand.

When people are alive, the three souls and seven spirits are very close, but they perform their own duties, and they are very separated, but when people are weak, the connection between the souls will be loose and no longer so close, and it is easy to run away from the soul.

Therefore, there are immortal cultivators who want to combine the three souls into one and become the divine soul! But the heaven, earth, and people represented in the three souls belong to the soul, the soul of awakening, and the soul of life!

The soul representing Heaven is the purest and most spiritual, and it cannot bring about the fusion with the other two souls.

Because the soul is also called fetal light, it is the innate soul brought out of the mother's womb, and if you don't cultivate the innate aura in the body, you can't touch the soul at all.

As for the seven spirits, they are: corpse dog, Fu Ya, Bird Yin, Swallowing Thief, Non-poisonous, Removing Filth, and Stinky Lung. The Lord is in charge of joy, anger, love, fear, sorrow, evil, desire, seven emotions and six desires.

The seven spirits are not close to each other, and they will be separated from the body at any time due to special events, and some of them will even be lost, and yes, some people will lack the occurrence and feeling of a certain emotion.

The seven souls are not closely related but involve the three souls, and the lack of souls will seriously affect the soul! Since ancient times, the theory of souls has been linked together, so the method of cultivating souls often requires cultivating souls first.

The body of the divine soul requires the monk to be able to move away from the body after the realm has been raised to the perfection of refining the void, and when the god is facing the tribulation, once he passes the test of the heavenly tribulation, the monk's own divine soul will become its own! At this time, his divine soul body can be free from the body.

The reason for this is that the primordial infant of the monk in the primordial infant stage has become a full-fledged after experiencing the transformation of the gods and the mystical tribulation, and the primordial infant at this time will become the main body of the soul, and control the soul at the same time as the body!

With the realm of further ascension, the Yuan Infant will gradually virtualize and assimilate into one with the soul of the gods, forming a kind of immortal existence of the Yuan Shen, when the monk's Yuan Shen is completed, that is the day when the realm reaches the Mahayana, the Mahayana monk is the strongest between heaven and earth, and is also known as the Supreme in the world!

According to the Heavenly Lord, this famous Southern Tang Dynasty general Shen Tugang should have cultivated a soul secret technique, which can achieve the purpose of splitting souls, and one of the main purposes of splitting souls is to have another soul come out, which is equivalent to an extra life!

Isn't this a means of saving his life? Even if there is a problem with the current body, then because of the existence of the split soul, he can still find clothes and body to store, so as to achieve immortality of the soul.

However, Shen Tugang's realm cultivation is obviously not so high, and it is only the refining stage of the god transformation stage, and this person has not been cultivating the soul splitting secret technique for a long time, so this soul splitting soul cannot be separated from his body, and his own soul needs to be implicated, so it will be seen by Sedum using the Qi Observation Technique.

Sedum's main concern now is the issue of cultivation, what envoy to the Southern Tang Dynasty, what god capital court face, he doesn't care at all!

If there really is a method of soul cultivation, then can a person like himself who is against the spiritual root also achieve the goal of cultivation through soul cultivation?

After all, everyone has a soul, this thing is not a physical object, and naturally there is no qualification problem, so can't the problem that has plagued you for many years be solved?

He hurriedly asked the Heavenly Lord in his mind for this method, but in order to hide his face, his face was anxious, and he was seen by all the people next to him.

"Your Royal Highness, what's wrong with this, why did you lose your honor on such an occasion?" Lu Bancheng glanced at Lord Chu, and then at the son sitting behind Sedum, who had been following Sedum to think that he was a good friend.

Sima Yan lowered his voice and said to the two: "His Royal Highness the Prince is making poems! It's a pity that there is only half of it, and I heard it secretly just now, and how about giving a product to the boss?"

"Oh!?" Lord Chu was first surprised, why had he never heard that this little prince would have such a literary talent?

Here, Sima Yan had already read out the poem that Sedum had just done: "...... Luo sleeves were fragrant, and the red fern curled in the autumn smoke ......!" Then stared at the two of them, wanting to hear their evaluation.

"Hiss......!" As soon as this half of the poem came out, Lu Bancheng suddenly gasped! It was really very appropriate for the neon dress dance just now, and the description was extremely vivid, the more he tasted it, the more he felt that the artistic conception of this poem was really high, and he couldn't help but twist his beard and nod his head continuously.

"How's it going? Isn't it a good poem? It's a pity that there is only half of it, and I think His Royal Highness is probably struggling with how to continue the second half of the poem, right?"

"This poem is indeed good, but it is indeed a pity that only half of it is made, you go and ask His Highness how the second half of the poem should be?" Lu Bancheng is also a person who reads poetry and books in Yizhai Pavilion, so he naturally cares about such a thing.

The neon dress dance has ended, and the music in the banquet hall has changed again, although it is warm, but sometimes soft, the sound of the piano is accompanied by the whimper of the dong flute, and the waiter of the Southern Tang Rite Department as the master looks at Sedum.

Sedum's mood today is not high, anyone can see it, he naturally doesn't know why Sedum is like this, but on such an occasion, this person's face is gloomy, and his frowns are tightly frowned, which does not seem to be very polite.

He didn't know much about the son of the king of Dingnan, and his side was dominated by General Ba and Surabaya Pass, and the military people on the other side didn't seem to dare to speak, but he could see that in the Great Jin Mission, everything was based on Sedum.

"Why is His Royal Highness the Prince so worried, aren't you satisfied with today's song and dance?" asked the squire-squire.

This is the state affair of the two countries, although the level is not too high, but the Southern Tang Dynasty has already given enough face, and even invited the envoys of the Northern Festival to press the field, you Dajin people can't be too faceless, right?

Sedum didn't hear his words, but as soon as Lord Shilang asked, all the voices present were immediately suppressed, and the voice of Sizhu was much quieter! Everyone's eyes turned to Sedum at once.

Sima Yan tugged at Sedum's sleeve behind him, but Sedum turned a deaf ear and didn't notice it, and in desperation, Sima Yan could only stand up and explain for him: "Please also forgive me, His Royal Highness the Prince just saw the famous neon dress dance in your country, and couldn't help but fall into it, and wanted to compose a poem, now is the stage of conception, a little lazy, it's really a bit rude!"

Sima Yan looks delicate and quiet, and has a handsome son's attitude, many people have a good impression of him, he stood up and said these two words for Sedum, which is reasonable, and no one really blames him.

However, since it is mentioned that the matter of composing poetry, most of the people present except for those military warriors also like it, after all, this is an elegant thing, not to mention that His Majesty the Emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty is also better than this, so he is naturally more interested in Sedum poetry.

The squire was even more devoted to this, and suddenly became interested, and said that Dajin was vulgar, but he didn't expect that His Royal Highness the prince would also compose poems, so I really have to listen to it.

The surroundings fell silent all of a sudden, Sedum noticed something, ended the conversation with God's mind, and looked at everyone in surprise, not knowing what happened?

Sima Yan whispered to him the reason, Sedum was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red, he was plagiarizing poetry, fortunately, it was something from another world, but now it was equivalent to doing it in public, he was a little annoyed, and glanced at Sima Yan dissatisfied.

But Sima Yan looked at him with a smile, and the waiter of the Southern Tang Rite Department over there was looking at him expectantly, he got up helplessly and said: "Where can I make any poems, probably only half of the talent! If you really want to listen to it, you can only hear half of the crooked poems I made! I don't think it's ugly!"

"Writing poetry is like killing the enemy on the battlefield, when there is a momentum of vigor, it is really not a prevarication to conceal it...... Hehe!" This was actually said by the tyrant general Shen Tugang, but he looked at Sedum very unkindly.

Sedum raised his eyebrows and looked at him and said: "I'm not prevaricating, the way of poetry is in and complete, I can do half of the poem, then the general's talent in the world can naturally continue half of the poem for me! Then I'm not welcome......!"

He stood in the middle of the field and bowed his hand to everyone, chanting half a poem praising the neon dance: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, the spring breeze blows Revlon, if it is not for the jade mountain, it will meet the ...... under the moon of Yaotai!"

After speaking, he arched his hand to Shen Tugang, looking at him expectantly.

This poem is indeed the famous work of a great poet who has the name of a poet immortal in that world, and it is indeed made for a large-scale song and dance, but Sedum can't remember it clearly, and on the other hand, he doesn't want to plagiarize it too much, so what can be omitted is omitted.

Others don't know how to understand, when this half of the song is out of the mouth, even the people present are speechless, the scene is quiet, even the pianist who played the music was stunned!

Sima Yan was the first to praise him, his hands were raised, but he didn't dare to pat the dinner table! Because he noticed that the atmosphere was very strange! Every time the people at the scene spoke, their eyes showed a look of confusion.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites was short of breath, his chest was constantly rising and falling, and his expression was very strange, one moment was admiration, and the other was regret, but Shen Tugang had a gloomy face and kept staring at Sedum.

After half a ring, Shen Tugang shook his head and said: "I can't continue the second half of your poem, I can't imagine that the son of the king of Dingnan is still a poet!

Sedum said with a smile: "My father is really not very good at composing poems, but I really secretly read one of his poems, General Shentu wants to hear it, so I will read it to you......

Then Sedum thought for a while and opened his mouth to say: "Zombie lying in a lonely village does not mourn, Shang Si is the national military wheel, lying down at night to listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into a dream." ”

The scene was quiet.

Guan Shanhai raised his head and glanced at Sedum in confusion, and his gaze reluctantly moved from a honey elbow to the faces of the others!