The apse of Tushi Palace.

Away from the small lake in front of the hated small building.

A young man leaned against a tree, his hair disheveled, his face sickly red, but his eyes were unusually bright.

There were several large jars scattered around.

The aroma of the wine is overflowing.

Smoked the flowers on the shore and drunk the fish in the water.

There's a messy aesthetic.

The young man carried an empty jar in his hand, the mouth of the jar was facing downward, and he shook it up and down for a while to find that no liquid was dripping, and frowned, not very satisfied, so he shouted to the front hall:

"Bring the wine!"

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"How many cans is this?" asked Big Fat in disbelief with his trembling fat body.

"As of this morning, it's already the sixth can, you must know that he only drank eight cans a day yesterday, why did he drink more and more every day?"

The two demons hid behind the door, muttering through the crack in the door as they watched the Golden Horn King float towards the lake with a black face and four cans of Nanling Double Steam. I didn't dare to get distracted at all, for fear that my own king would not be able to twist off the head of the Terran boy.

The Golden Horn King was indeed a little puzzled.

Yesterday, Ning Shu rushed into the front hall and opened his mouth to drink wine, but the Golden Horn King disagreed, and asked Ning Shu to carry a can to drink it by himself, so as not to disturb him to consult the immortal law.

Then there is the second can, and then the third can........

The stock of liquor is getting dwindler, and the Golden Horn King's face is getting darker and darker.

If it weren't for Ning Shu's memory of teaching himself some poetry knowledge, he would have put the wine jar on Ning Shu's head a long time ago.

Nanling Double Steaming is brewed by a tree demon at the southern foot of the Bajing Mountains, and the banquet of the demon king in the mountains is specially offered, how can the monster drink ordinary wine? This kind of wine crack is extremely strong, and a bowl can pour down a wild boar essence.

Such a domineering wine is rarely used by the monsters for daily drinking, in addition to the extremely strong wine, it is not easy to produce, the Golden Horn King only asked for twenty cans from the Southern Foot Tree Demon, and said nothing more, he can't drink it during the New Year's Festival, today he was drunk eight cans by Ning Shu a day, how can the Golden Horn King not be heartbroken.

"Are you a wine barrel!" the Golden Horn King scolded angrily at Ning Shu.

"Come on, come on, full, let's go one. Ning Shu dangled the jar in his hand and invited the Golden Horn King to drink.

The King of the Golden Horn resisted the idea of making intimate contact between the wine jar in his hand and the head of the drunkard in front of him, raised his head and drank a bowl, and left with a heartache.

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Wine in the belly, man in a dream.

If you want to dream, you can drink alcohol.

Ning Shu was always separated from the wonderful state of life and death before.

When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy.

Wine can lead to the path of heaven and man, and gain insight into the mysterious realm.

This was what he had once heard a sloppy Taoist say when he was drunk.

So he thought of wine.

He has seen a weak scholar who has drunk and is crazy and full of nonsense, and he has also seen a burly man who listens quietly like a quail to his wife's accusations.

Wine is a wonderful thing.

He watched the lake and drank, reflecting the broken bridge and flowing water.

Drink the first bowl.

People pour

Bowl crushed

In a dream

The so-called attempt worked wonders, and just like the previous state, Ning Shu once again entered a wonderful state.

From his own point of view, he actually saw himself.

The internal organs, blood vessels, and veins of the entire human body have no secrets to speak of.

The most strange thing was that his heart was covered with a thick layer of earthy yellow mist, and the heart in the mist beat heavy and powerful, like a war drum, full of life, and surrounded by some fonts, when he was about to try to see clearly......

I woke up from a dream.

Looking at the sun, time did not pass long.

The alcohol that would have allowed him to sleep for a day and a night was depleted in a short time.

So he went on to drink.

After a jar, Ning Shu saw clearly what the words around his heart were, and the book "Chengtian Imitation" left by the old scholar actually appeared in his body.

After three jars, he found that the words in the book, which he had not read, were all over his body, like inscriptions carved into bronze.

After six jars, he found that the inscriptions were constantly transforming his body, and the blood in his veins was rushing, like a dragon. In particular, the four words of Chengtian imitation are closely around one's heart, providing amazing vitality. The medicinal effect of the biochemical pill can only float on the surface of the skin, and cannot affect the inside.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that the earthy yellow mist on the inscription brought about the transformation of his body was actually much stronger than that of the Shengsheng Creation Pill, and even worse than the body refining method of the "Taishang Yun Dan". The fact that I was able to set foot on the second floor of the small building that day was also because of this book.

What kind of book is "Chengtian Imitation"?

Since it was left by an old scholar, it must not be harmful, and the so-called opportunity of the day should probably be here.

In order to understand his inhuman body at a deeper level, Ning Shu kept drinking and constantly entered this wonderful state......

Finally, after drinking ten cans, it was found.......

Still not on the threshold of first sleep.

He originally thought that as long as he opened the first lock, he could step into another world.

I seem to have opened the wrong lock.

Or rather.

There is another door behind the door.

And there is no connection with the first gate.

He is not holding a key that can do anything.

After being full of hope, he was poured cold water and inevitably felt a little bitter, so he drank the remaining two cans of Nanling double distilled as real wine.

Hangover.

First sleep needs to perceive the whole world, and Ning Shu can sense it after meditating, but he can't grasp it. Cultivators need to use the Dharma meaning they perceive for their own use, and ordinary mortals can't feel the Dharma meaning that circulates between heaven and earth, which doesn't mean that there is no Dharma meaning between heaven and earth.

The truth is very cruel, if you can feel this kind of thing, you are a cultivator, and if you can't feel it, you are an ordinary person.

Whether a person can practice or not, you can make a judgment based on the above discussion, and those scriptures of cultivation also explain in this way, if you can feel heaven and earth, then this person is standing on the road of immortality.

But Ning Shu tried to borrow wine to enter the Tao before, but what he felt was himself.

Meditation since childhood, although I feel the heaven and the earth.

But almost all people's cultivation is as long as they perceive the meaning of heaven and earth, they are cultivating, but Ning Shu has gone wrong here, and his body seems to be isolated from the entire heaven and earth after being transformed by those inscription fogs

If you can't connect yourself with heaven and earth, you can't practice at all.

There is no such case in the book.

There was silence all around, the sky was gloomy and terrible, there was no wind, no rain, Ning Shu looked at the lake, thinking about how to unlock this lock. He is like a statue, like a stone man enshrined in the Taoist temple for a hundred years, and like a stubborn stone on the top of the mountain, it only needs a little strength, it can be a gust of wind, maybe you can fall off the cliff, maybe you will jump out of the stone a life.

But......

Nothing.

After a long time, he slowly squatted down, put his hands into the water, palms up, backs down, slowly merged, and combined a pair of hands into a plane, and the lines of the handprints in the palms overlapped, turning into a 'one' character.

Under the flow of water waves.

Like a twisted branch.

But it was straight like a sword.

Then, he picked up a handful of water.

Splash it on your face.

The cold touch of the lake water stimulated his lips, nose, eyes, and eyebrows, sweeping away the drunkenness and fatigue of the past two days.

Heaven and earth have great beauty, there are clear laws in the four seasons, and all things have reason.

Although he has never been exposed to spiritual practice, he has been meditating since he was six years old, and although he is not able to connect with himself today, some of the lessons he has gained from meditation are real.

He has perceived the great beauty of heaven and earth, and also understood the law of the four seasons, and he himself is the truth of the existence of all things.

The gods of the Great Dao are exquisite, the chaos and darkness seem to be non-existent but ubiquitous, vigorous, mysterious and unpredictable but do not leave a specific image, this is the Dharma meaning surging between heaven and earth.

Stay in your heart.

The old scholar once said that if we encounter a problem that cannot be solved by one method, then why not use another method? If we cannot solve one problem, why not solve the next problem? Rather than struggling and wasting time on one problem, it is better to ...... See something else?

As...... I cultivate the sword first?

Since you can't communicate with the Dharma, why don't you try to use the Dharma intent you gain from perceiving heaven and earth on your sword?

Ning Shu felt that he had found the key to unlock the lock.

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Kunlun Mountain is also known as Kunlun Ruins, the mountain of ten thousand ancestors, is the most magnificent place in the whole heaven and earth, the Kunlun Mountains are full of spiritual energy, large and small Taoist temples stand in a forest, legend has it that the Taoist ancestors in the chaotic era have set up a dojo in the Kunlun Mountains, and since then it has become the holy place in the hearts of the cultivators between heaven and earth.

In a certain place in the Kunlun Mountains, a mountain peak rises from the ground, from the foot of the mountain is surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds, the mountain is even more sunny, cranes, elk and other auspicious creatures loom in the clouds, compared with the surrounding peaks appear particularly dazzling.

This mountain gives people the momentum of going straight to the nine heavens, in fact, it should be so, but there is no mountain, and it cannot enter the sky.

Halfway up the mountain, you can see a smooth and flat field, as if someone has cut off the small half of the mountain that should have been there with a sword.

The smooth field is paved with glazed bricks and tiles, and in the middle sits a large Taoist temple, each shining brightly, peaceful and sacred.

Thousands of years ago, since the disappearance of the Taoist ancestor, the Jade Void Palace is the ownerless land, but no one dares to set foot in a single step, until one day, there is a person who stepped on the 9,999 ladders to the sky, the Jade Void Palace was officially opened, and the Taoist changed its name to the Immortal Palace after entering the master, recruiting disciples, and the Immortal Palace gradually had a trend of unifying the Kunlun Dojo.

At this time, an old man in Tsing Yi was walking on Liuli Avenue, and the clouds were scattered around him, looking from a distance, as if he was walking in the sky. There are stone carvings of various strange beasts around, with angry eyes, as if exuding a huge pressure, Tsing Yi Lao Dao walked unhurriedly, and the distance between each step was just right, as if it had been carefully calculated.

Walking along the glazed avenue, stepping on the clouds for a long time, the old road in Tsing Yi finally walked to the most magnificent palace on the mountain.

When the old road in Tsing Yi stepped through the last step, the first palace gate, which was originally closed, slowly opened to both sides.

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A word from the writer