Late at night, the land lord had already gone back to his small temple to understand the wonderful law, and Ji Yuan also went back to the side house in Zhao Dongliang's courtyard.

It's just that Ji Yuan didn't sleep directly, but sat quietly in front of the table in the room, with a green vine sword placed on the table, his eyes slightly closed, and his thoughts were in a state of waking up but not waking up, visualizing the huge Dan furnace in the artistic conception.

The center of the Dan furnace is to re-transform the two qi of yin and yang, and the original real fire in the furnace is entangled and gradually blended into one, and the light of the fire actually shows a strange sense of restraint, mixing the transformation from gray to brown to yin and yang in the brewing heat.

The original true fire in the artistic conception Dan furnace is described as the fire of divine consciousness in the Tongming policy, black and white two gases turn into yin fire and yang fire, and the three are mixed into one firepower is infinite.

This is an intuitive feeling of Ji Yuan, and I can even vaguely feel that the "imaginary" realm fire of the original artistic conception of the Dan furnace true fire has already had a substantial bridge.

Affected by the memories of his previous life, this change made Ji Yuan inevitably a little excited, and even wondered if it was the legendary "Samadhi True Fire".

But in my previous life, although I didn't check what the true fire of Samadhi is, in this life, I have seen a description similar to the fire of the Ming Strategy, which says that there are four fires born in the human body, the fire of the upper heart, the fire of the kidney, the fire of the people of the sea, and the last one is the fire of the divine fire, which is the true fire in the furnace.

However, although Tong Mingce has a description of the fire, there is no such thing as the true fire of Samadhi, and the fire of the four is also separated, and the word "true fire" is extremely significant, except for the Dan Furnace Divine Fire that is related to the life of each immortal cultivator, which can be called "true fire", and the other true fire is little known.

"But in my case, it's enough to call a sentence of samadhi true fire!"

Ji Yuan muttered to himself very proudly, "ambiguous" here means subtle and hidden, and the "yin and yang true fire" and "yang and yang true fire" transformed by black and white are the other two definitions under Ji Yuan.

After all, he has what others don't have, so it's not too much to set a name according to the characteristics of fire, right? Well, it may be a bit arbitrary to think so, so if you think about it another way, nine out of nine immortal cultivators will definitely not have it.

Then there is the influence left by the word "edict", and there has always been a faint echo of Ji Yuan himself in the mountains and rivers of the artistic conception, as if reminding Ji Yuan that the word is still there.

Whenever the pronunciation of the words is clear, Ji Yuan can vaguely see a thin layer of Xuanhuang gas surrounding the artistic conception Dan furnace.

Ji Yuan understands that that word is also an important opportunity for him tonight, and even understands the essence of the sound and vaguely comprehends it, and if he wants to confirm it, there is a suitable opportunity to try it in front of him.

Thinking of this, Ji Yuan's eyes opened, looked directly at the sword on the table, and pressed his sword finger on the tip of the sword.

It's like thinking with your heart, Ji Yuan at this moment the sword pointed to the Qingteng sword, there was a burst of green qi flashing, there were also yin and yang two colors flowing, and there was a small wisp of Xuanhuang qi gushing out from the artistic conception Dan furnace and converging at the fingertips.

"The Edict is a Spirit!"

The slight sound of the edict fell.

"Buzz~~~~"

The rust on the sword body was shattered in an instant, and a three-foot long sword actually levitated two inches on the table by itself, and the sword body roared softly and continued to flow with cold light.

The spirituality of the Qingteng Sword was directly transformed into a sword spirit, and the word "fairy sword" was definitely deserved, even if Ji Yuan's head was a little dizzy at the moment, it was difficult to hide the surprise on his face.

Although it must be far from the same, this feeling has a kind of seal flavor, at least when Ji Yuan is self-absorbed, he is willing to think so.

"Tick~" caused Ji Yuan to look down and find a drop of blood on the table, and then felt some itching in his eyes and nose.

What's the situation?

Ji Yuan, reached out and touched the corners of his eyes under his nose on his face, and found that it was really bleeding, but fortunately it was only a few drops, and it would have stopped.

'It seems that this edict really can't be used casually, but this time it will definitely not be a loss!'

Ji Yuan waved his hand, and a few drops of blood melted directly into the lamp oil on the table with the traction, and he stroked the Qingteng Sword like a big child who got a toy, causing the sword to fly left and right from time to time and tremble from time to time.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the things used by the "immortals" of the immortal cultivators are all "immortal weapons", but in the eyes of half an insider like Ji Yuan, as Tong Mingce said, how can the weight of the word "immortal" be so light, but even if the material of the Qingteng Sword is not as good as mortal iron, Ji Yuan dares to call it a fairy sword.

"Hehe, tonight is really my chance night!"

In this lingering faint sense of excitement, Ji Yuan fell asleep on the bed, while the Qingteng Sword lay still on the table without flying or shaking, as if it was no different from before except that there were no traces of rust.

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In the early morning, in the sound of chickens in the whole village, Zhaojiazhuang is quiet and peaceful, and the festive meaning of the newlyweds is still strong.

Ji Yuan got up a little late today, and when he woke up, there were already a lot of sounds of villagers working outside.

"Squeak~" opened the door, Zhao Dongliang hurriedly said hello as if he had been waiting.

"Mr. Ji is early! Our family cooked white rice porridge, and it's still hot!"

"Okay, thank you, Brother Zhao didn't go to the field to help?"

"Haha, I've come back from weeding. ”

Zhao Dongliang, who was talking, had already found a big bowl and went to the kitchen to help Ji Yuan serve the porridge, and brought it out to Ji Yuan after sandwiching some small pickles on it.

Ji Yuan is not polite, eat it when you take it, although you get up a little late, but now it is hot, the porridge is still steaming and not hot, and the entrance is just right.

Then Ji Yuan felt that even if it was him, it was still a little embarrassing to be stared at by Zhao Dongliang to eat porridge, especially when he was sitting on a small stool and the latter was squatting.

"Brother Zhao, do you know about the land of Zhaojiazhuang?"

Zhao Dongliang's eyes lit up, and finally the topic could be close to Mr. Ji.

"I know this, I heard the old man in the village when I was a child, saying that our Zhaojiazhuang land lord is famous, I dare not mention the name, in short, it is the ancestor of the village, the ancestor lived to be a hundred years old, is a famous birthday star in the county, even the county lord has come to see, and now there is still a plaque in the ancestral hall in the village, and then the predecessors have the idea of paying tribute, and they will come and go as the land lord to worship. ”

"Well, I see!"

It's not a thrilling story, but it does make sense.

Although it is not far from the small temple of the land, Ji Yuan does not have any intention of evading it, and this is not to say bad things about people.

chatted with Zhao Dongliang for a while, and Ji Yuan tried his best to satisfy Zhao Dongliang's curiosity about the outside world, such as a villager like him, if there is no accident, this life is almost the same as marrying a wife and having children in the Zhaojiazhuang generation to live a stable life, in fact, there is nothing bad.

After eating the porridge and resting for a while, Ji Yuan said goodbye to the Zhao family, Zhao Dongliang volunteered to help Ji Yuan carry the umbrella and take the luggage to the entrance of the village, until this moment I found that the wooden box that Mr. Ji had been carrying lightly was so heavy.

When parting, Ji Yuan actually wanted to send something to Zhao Dongliang, but there was really nothing suitable to give, giving money was too vulgar and giving more or less would change the taste, and giving martial arts cheats was really inappropriate, and it might cause trouble.

In the end, he could only stop when he left a section of the road after saying goodbye, and slightly bowed his hand in the direction of the small temple at the head of the village.

"I'm tired of taking care of the landlord!"

Zhao Dongliang looked at the figure who had left at the head of the village and suddenly turned around, as if he was muttering something, thinking that it was towards himself, and hurriedly returned the salute with an inaccurate posture.

It's just that I feel that the direction of Mr. is not quite right, and I subconsciously turned my head to look, and I happened to see an old man looking at him in the direction of the land temple with a smile on his face, rubbing his eyes and taking a closer look, the temple is still a temple, but people are not.

"Oh mother, it's ...... in broad daylight!"

Trembling, Zhao Dongliang hurried home.