Jin has been established for more than 700 years, but most of the emperors of the Jin Kingdom have practiced the secret art of the royal family since they were young and embarked on the immortal road, so the reign of the emperor of each dynasty is not short, and in the period of 700 years, the Ying Dragon chair in the palace has only exchanged nine masters.

In the orthodox cultivation classics of ancient legends, he likes to turn nine into the extreme, and everything will come to an end when it reaches nine.

And the ninth emperor of the Jin Dynasty, Emperor Guangwu, the first person in the Jin Dynasty in the past hundred years, from the insiders in the court and the rivers and lakes, this person with the dual identity of Xiuzhen genius and Emperor Taoluo is leading the Jin Dynasty to its demise, which should also prove the statement of the nine extremes in the ancient books.

Wei Fuzi took the road of cultivating the truth, and Wang Saijiu took the road of entering the office. It stands to reason that monks should have been calm and calm, and not to be disturbed by worldly things. Eunuchs should do their own business and not talk about government affairs with outsiders. The two of them couldn't talk even if they were in the same room.

However, Emperor Guangwu, who claims to be the number one in the world, wants to catch Xiuzhen this time, and the whole world will be in his pocket.

It must be known that there are a total of ninety-nine states recorded in the mainland, and only seventy-two states were under the jurisdiction of the Jin Dynasty. The remaining states and counties are either owned by the subject country, or they are the blessed lands of the Taoist sect left over from ancient times. Of course, these two things together only occupy ten states. The remaining seventeen states are all owned by the Qingyun Sect. The Xiuzhen Taoist sect has such power in the world, and the emperor of the current dynasty naturally can't bear it.

"As soon as he wakes up, I will personally take him into the inner courtyard to practice for a period of time. ”

"Thank you, Master Wei!" Wang Saijiu, who had just found a futon to sit down, also hurriedly got up after hearing the promise of Wei Fuzi and saluted to the master to thank him.

Wei Fuzi raised his hand to stop Hongru from saluting, and explained: "Don't be too happy, this period of time won't be too long, and it's hard to say whether he can really embark on the path of cultivation." Even if you go on the ...... The academy is no longer a good place to cultivate. I know a little bit about what you were going to do with him. It's just that the academy is about to become a thorn in the side of the Jianghu Taoist sect, and at that time, Qianyi's stay in the academy was just a burden to your Wang family. ”

The sacrificial wine frowned, and asked tentatively, "Is the will of the Holy One coming down so soon?"

Wei Fuzi seemed to be a little tired, slowly closed his eyes, nodded slightly, and said: "A few days ago, the four major academies have received a message from the imperial city, saying that the inner disciples of each academy live in the academy all the year round, and cultivating truth is the same as reading, first reading ten thousand volumes, and then traveling ten thousand miles. Now is the time for the inner disciples to go out and practice. The disciples of the inner sect of the four academies need to go to the Heavenly Division to report unconditionally and receive the task of entering the world to practice. ”

Wang Xijiu remembered that above the court today, the director of the Heaven Hunting Division, who was usually hidden at the end of the minister's queue and did not say a word, was actually the first to come out of the recital. Because the Holy First did not agree to his proposal, he raised his voice and argued with him, and finally persuaded the one on Ying Long's chair.

Now that I think about it, this is a good show that the two of them have specially performed for the ministers. That order had been issued to the four academies many days earlier. Today is just a debut decree to go through a written process.

"Master Wei's arrangement is that I don't understand these cultivation things, and it's not easy to talk about them in the court. Seeing that Wei Fuzi closed his eyes and looked tired, Wang Xijiu also understood the meaning, sat down on the futon again, and the three of them sat quietly in the hall in a triangle.

......

When Wang Xijiu woke up, the moon was already waning outside the hall, Mrs. Wang waited for a long time to see her husband and children return home, so she sent the house slaves in the house to the academy to explore the situation, the little slave went to the outside of the long school and saw that the three people in the hall were sitting quietly on the futon, as if they were asleep, but they did not dare to rush forward to alarm them, after all, between the adults and the immortals, they did not dare to go up to cause trouble.

After waiting for a while, the three of them still didn't move, and the little slave thought that it would not be a problem to wait until dawn like this, so he leaned on the door frame, leaned in half of his body, and shouted in a voice that was deliberately low and could be disturbed: "Lord Wang, Lord Sacrificial Wine." ”

Wang Saijiu saw the two of them sitting quietly on the futon before, and he couldn't wait for Wang Qian to wake up, and he didn't go, so he had to sit on the futon with the two of them, and pass the time by silently reciting poetry and scriptures.

However, in the early days, it was a physically and mentally exhausting thing, and it took a lot of energy to rush from home to the academy non-stop, and it was only two or three poems to memorize the scriptures, and the king sat down and fell asleep.

People who are officials in the court face the coercion of the Son of Heaven and the piles of affairs on the desk every day, and it is difficult for anyone to sleep as soundly as ordinary people. The little slave called a few times, and the king priest woke up with a spirit.

"What time is it?" Wang Xijiu was sleepy-eyed, and his mind was chaotic, and he didn't forget to lower his voice and ask the little slave.

"My lord, it's been a while, and the master has been at home for a long time, and the master and son are in a hurry to return home. The master lowered his voice, and the little slave naturally did not dare to be louder than the master, and if the voice was absent, it made the king have a headache when he heard the wine.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he glanced at the other two, neither of them woke up, Wang Xijiu felt that there was no need to wait, and said a little impatiently: "I can't wait today, okay, I'm ready to go home." ”

After the little slave received the order, he left the academy with brisk steps to prepare the carriage.

The king sacrificed the wine and put the crown of the scholar on the ground again, and the scholars and officials had to be neatly groomed when they appeared on the street, even if it was a night when there were few people. Besides, the most important thing at night in the imperial city is the colorful lights and all kinds of drunken people who die on the streets.

Hongru straightened his clothes and hat, got up from the futon, and as soon as he reached the door, he heard the voice of the master.

"Wake up. ”

Hongru thought that the master was going to leave without saying hello after asking himself if he woke up, so he hurriedly turned around and was about to explain, but before he could say anything, he saw Wang Qianyi, who was sitting, woke up from his meditation, rubbing his hazy eyes, and moving his limbs that were sore from sitting for a long time.

"Master, what am I ...... How long have you slept?" The young man's voice was like the sound of the chime in the palace, with the crispness of the collision of gold and stone, and the softness of the rhythm change. It's just that I just returned to the long school from a daze, and I looked at the pitch black, and there was a trace of cowardice, a trace of fear, and a trace of incomprehension in this voice.

"Maybe you remember the past?" Wei Fuzi had experienced countless ups and downs for half a hundred years, so he naturally noticed the changes in the young man's voice, so he said softly as if he was asking, but in fact he said comfortingly.

The disciple still remembers that Bai Ri tried to reach a state of concentration as the master said, and after trying it once, he suddenly blurred the synaesthesia around him, and he only felt that he was in a state of deep sleep. I don't see everything really, but I can't wake up. The boy did not recall easily, and from time to time he held his cheeks and thought for a few seconds, as if the memory he was telling did not belong to him.

"Anything else?" asked Wei Fuzi.

"Later, in that haze, I first sensed a trace of sharp sword qi flying in. The speed of that sword qi was so fast that I almost couldn't dodge, and the sword qi cut through my cuffs and flew out against my arm, scaring the back of my neck to the ground. After the young man finished speaking, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the cuffs, and was secretly relieved to find that the sleeves were intact.

When Wei Fuzi heard the young man's description, a bright color flashed in his eyes, but no one could see it in the dark hall.

Go on. Wei Fuzi urged the young man to finish the rest like a prophet.

The young man really didn't finish talking once, and he was a little surprised at how the master knew, but thinking that it was not difficult for a cultivator like the master to calculate his own thoughts, the young man continued: "When I came back to my senses, I only felt that there was a soft wind blowing in the haze, just like a summer breeze blowing through the treetops, which made people feel extremely comfortable. After the wind blew, the sky changed from clear sky to torrential rain in an instant, and the whole space became very wet. ”

With the young man's narration, the light in Wei Fuzi's eyes was even stronger, and even he didn't notice that the hands on his knees trembled slightly, but fortunately, today's night helped him perfectly hide the excitement in his heart.

"Anything else?" the master asked.

Although the tone of the master's questions has not changed, the king's sacrificial wine on the side still heard a little different, and the elegant and kind master rarely asked questions one after another in the past.

It's just that the sacrificial wine doesn't know how to cultivate the truth, so naturally he doesn't dare to say much, so he can only stand aside and wait.

Wang Qianyi was also stunned under the master's questioning, and it happened that this stunned god made him forget a lot of the illusion in his mind that he didn't remember accurately.

"After that dampness, there are a few more streams passing by, each with a different feeling. It's just that... There are several... What are the feelings... The disciple doesn't remember the rest very clearly. "Ordinary people's dreams are like this, the dream is clear, and waking up may only be a vague afterimage, and if you pause to recall, you will never remember it clearly.

Seeing this, Wei Fuzi didn't ask again, pondered for a while, and said a few words: "Scorching, heavy, haoran, cold." ”

These words splashed out like cold water, and Wang Gan's hazy memory in his mind suddenly became two points clearer.

"When the Master speaks these words, there is always a sense of familiarity... But the disciple couldn't remember...... "Wang Qianyi stretched out a hand and patted the top of his head, trying to pat away the mist in his brain that covered his memory.

Wei Fuzi on the stage heard the disciple's answer confirm the conjecture in his heart, and at that moment he looked a little lost and depressed, and kept muttering in a low voice: "I didn't expect it, actually..."

"Master Wei, but what happened?" Wang Xijiu was surprised by Wei Fuzi's reaction, although the hall was shrouded in black, he couldn't see Wei Fuzi's appearance clearly, but he could already feel a strange emotion that was difficult to feel from Wei Fuzi. This emotion is caused by his own son, so it must be that something big happened to Wang Qian. It's just that he really couldn't hear the murmur exactly, so he had to ask.

"A cultivator's meditation is nothing more than sensing the qi of heaven and earth, and it has a connection with the origin aura of heaven and earth. Reiki can transform all things, but its root cause is only the seven kinds of yin and yang of the five elements. Wei Fuzi said as he stood up from the futon. The hall was dark, and a trace of moonlight slipped in from outside the hall outlined the figure of the master, and if you looked closely, you could find that this old man who was a first-class qi cultivator was now trembling slightly. "During the meditation period, the cultivator can judge which party he is in harmony with by the qi and organic transformation he senses, which is also the root bone talent that outsiders often talk about. ”

"Sensing one or two kinds of ordinary assets, although compared to ordinary people, this is the root bone of one in ten thousand, and there is a chance to set foot on the immortal road, but this kind of person is just serving tea and pouring water all day long in the major sects, and practicing outer kung fu. Only those who have attained the third or fourth level of enlightenment can put on the word 'talent', and they will have a greater opportunity to go farther in their future practice. And those who can realize the five kinds when they enter the meditation...... This kind of person has the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with Ying Long who is sitting in the palace. ”

Wang Saijiu is a smart person who is able to read, and he knows a lot about cultivating the truth after listening to the master's explanation, and then contacting the conversation between the master and Wang Qianyi in front of him, it is not difficult for him to think of something, and he hurriedly asked: "Master Wei, what about the seven kinds of people?"

"People who can understand the five elements of yin and yang for the first time have only appeared once in ancient books for thousands of years. The big waves have swept away the eternal romance, and there is only one person who can stay in the clouds. Later generations call such people 'peerless'. ”

The master's words shocked the king's sacrificial wine, and he took a few steps back before standing firmly. If you look at it through the rare moonlight, you can find that there is another trembling figure in this hall.

"Peerless... Break off... Master Wei, this is true. The king muttered unconsciously.

Just as the sacrificial wine and the master were immersed in surprise and shock, Wang Qianyi seemed to have finally figured out his brain, and said happily to Wei Fuzi: "Master, I seem to remember, in addition to those feelings, there seems to be a ......."