Mo Xian has been in the Immortal Sect for more than half a year, and he sent back Zixiu's relics that day, Zixiu is the second disciple of Jindan Elder Liang Qiuzi, Liang Qiuzi was silent for a long time after inquiring about the situation in detail.

Mo Xian didn't know what he thought, but the coercion that was unintentionally revealed on his body made Mo Xian's face pale and he fell to the ground.

After a long time, he waved him down.

Since the boy took him out of the palace, Mo Xian stayed in Yuxian Sect, as an outer disciple, after all, he was entrusted by Zixiu Daoist on his deathbed.

Yu Xianzong was created by Danyangzi Ma Yu, Ma Yu could not read, met an immortal in Tiansui Mountain, passed on his five spiritual texts and twenty-four tips, practiced in the mountain, and then created Yu Xianzong.

Danyangzi Ma Yu has long been promoted, and the Yuxian Sect has also become a sect with a long history, there are thousands of true disciples in the door, more disciples from the outer sect, two monks who transform into gods, and dozens of monks above Jindan.

Mo Xian lives in the middle of the Qingsong Peak, surrounded by green pines, in addition to practicing the way of the Yellow Court, in this half a year, the main task is to chop wood.

A few days later, a load of firewood was carried into the kitchen, and the elder of the outer door was present, Mo Xian put down the burden and stepped forward to give a salute.

Qianxuzi glanced at him, saw that he was not sweating, and said with a smile: "Mo Xian, I have seen the firewood you have gathered, and you have bundled a lot of foot, you are attentive." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm just doing my job. ”

"Have you ever practiced martial arts?" asked the Hidden Void Son.

"I have practiced martial arts in the world. ”

"Yes, everything can be enlightened, cultivation is not meditation, the length of your firewood is the same, and even the thickness is roughly the same, cut with a knife, very powerful. ”

"It's some worldly martial arts skills, and I don't dare to be praised by the elders. ”

"Have you noticed that in nature, all kinds of trees are different, and although you cut them well and uniformly, they go against the nature of tree growth? Qianxuzi said with a smile.

Mo Xian was stunned for a moment, he fell into deep thought, and Qianxuzi looked at it with a smile on his face, nodding unconsciously.

"I understand, chopping wood is also practice, but how should I practice?" Mo Xian muttered to himself.

"Haha, a good sentence chopping wood is also practice, how to practice, everyone has their own method. Qianxuzi laughed, picked up Mo Xian's woodcutter casually, didn't look at it, lightly stabbed, put the knife down again, walked out, and sang casually in his mouth:

"Chopping wood also practice, the heart is quiet, the world is quiet;

Look at the branches, wave the knife and follow the line;

There is only you in the mountains, and heaven and earth are in one heart;

When it reaches the depths, the ancient and modern mountains are new. ”

Mo Xian silently recited his Taoist songs in his mouth, as if he understood or not, but in his heart he understood that he was teaching his own cultivation methods, and kept reciting his Taoist songs.

Suddenly, his eyes were staring at his load of firewood, he remembered that the Hidden Void Elder just waved the knife lightly, as if he was joking, there was no true qi in the knife at all, let alone magic power, but he saw that in his load of firewood, one by one the firewood was cracked one after another, how did the Hidden Void do it?

He squatted down and looked carefully at the profile of the firewood, each of the firewood was different, but it was all along the texture, as if it was naturally cracked, and he not only remembered the "waving the knife and following the line" in the Taoist song.

Another disciple came to deliver firewood, and looked at Mo Xian looking at the firewood blankly, and said disdainfully: "You met the Dharma Transmission Elder, that old guy, and used this trick to scare the newcomers. ”

Mo Xian glanced at him suspiciously, and he pursed his lips: "Don't be stupid, the old guy is the best at deceiving people, that hand is obviously very profound, but he said some inexplicable things, and many people have confused him." ”

Mo Xian's martial arts skills are very high, of course, he can see that the knife of the hidden void is already incredible, unlike ordinary people, who don't know what's going on at all, stupid, Mo Xian shook his head, he doesn't see it that way.

The next day, as usual, he went up the mountain to collect firewood, he came to the forest, raised the firewood knife, and was just about to chop, when he unconsciously recalled yesterday's scene in his mind, and yesterday's Taoist song seemed to sound in his ears.

His heart moved, gave up his usual practice, he usually chopped wood as a practice method, the knife has internal strength, the size of the cut branches are the same, and even can be used as a ruler, thousands of exercises, almost instinct.

"Keep your eyes on the branches, wave your knife and follow the line!" His eyes looked at the branches, his hand unconsciously loosened, he felt very awkward, he had been here, he didn't think about it, all kinds of obstacles, slashed with a knife.

Now he hesitated, he couldn't do it, he tried to see through his eyes, where he could cut, but he found that the branches were different from the other branches, and he was not sure.

He cut it down with a knife, without using internal force, and the branch broke in response, but he shook his head, feeling wrong, as if there was a lot of resistance, and there was no feeling of smoothness at all.

He cut his back hurt, which he didn't use a little internal force, but as he cut more trees, he seemed to have found a little way.

A day passed, and on this day, he couldn't help but spend longer than ever, and the firewood was cut of different lengths, and even worse, when he came to the back, because of the exhaustion of his strength, two knives appeared before one was cut.

But when he meditated at night, he noticed that his breathing became longer and he fell into meditation more quickly.

The next day, he started a new round of chopping wood, he did not admit defeat, gradually his heart became more and more calm, the frequency of his movements was more stable, not slow or slow, even if he worked for a long time, he would not feel tired.

In this way, day after day, he forgot that he knew martial arts.

When he threw himself into it, all he saw was a knife in front of him, a clump of branches.

He will feel that he is the only one in this mountain, all the mountains are his, all the trees are his, and then later, in his heart and eyes, there is only the tree and the mountain.

Later, he completely forgot everything, and at this moment, in front of his eyes, there was no past or present, no east or west, the lines on the bark, the lines in the tree, as if everything was self-evident to him.

He raised the knife, like a breeze through the forest, everything seemed so natural, he saw the texture of each branch, the knife in his hand moved unconsciously, as if everything was natural, in the blink of an eye, a load of firewood was ready.

He finally understood the meaning of the song, he closed his eyes, savored the feelings of these days, and unconsciously, he deepened his understanding of the five styles of the ape swordsmanship, he put down the wood knife, and suddenly moved, he was just holding a branch in his hand.

Drawing the sword out, it is not like before to form a match, but the sword is clearly there, one step out, the person has arrived behind a tree, the branch in his hand is still there, but behind him a tree is slammed down, and then divided into several petals, everything seems so weird.

Under the turn of the branch in his hand, the sword came out, and another tree cracked, as if it cracked naturally, Mo Xian knew that it was not the case, he did not use internal force, just according to the texture of the tree.

Washing the sword and waiting for the sword to be used, his figure can be seen clearly, but it appears strangely behind the trees, which makes people feel very ordinary at first sight, but when I think about it afterwards, I feel incredible.

Obviously one step forward, but under the feet inadvertently, it seems to conform to the texture of the earth, but the figure is deviated, disappears strangely, and reappears in the sight.

Mo Xian didn't fully understand it yet, he had unconsciously realized some lines, but these lines were nature's runes, and Mo Xian just used them unconsciously.

Mo Xian stood down, looking at everything in front of him, he understood how the hidden void did it that day, and words were no longer enough.

He sighed, he still couldn't do it, it was only after he left that the firewood gradually began to separate, but he couldn't restrain it, so he had to crack it on the spot.

He packed up the firewood and picked it back to the kitchen, Qianxuzi didn't see his figure for half a month, but today he appeared, his eyes were on Mo Xian's load of firewood, Mo Xian's load of firewood was large and small, compared to Mo Xian's neat appearance more than half a month ago, it was simply incomparable.

Qianxuzi nodded with satisfaction, and said to Mo Xian: "From tomorrow, you don't have to chop wood, do you know how to read?"

"Elder, I know how to read. ”

"That's good, the scripture building needs someone to tidy up, you go to tidy up the scripture building tomorrow. ”

A person came in at the door, also carrying a load of firewood, hearing such a sentence, he saw Qianxuzi behind his back and went out of the kitchen, and said to Mo Xian enviously: "You are really lucky, others need to chop firewood for a year, and then enter the kitchen or other places to do another year, and then you can be qualified to enter the Tibetan Scripture Building to read books, practice spells, etc., you will be transferred to the Tibetan Scripture Building for a few months." ”

"He cares hard, you don't care, complain about others, don't look for problems from yourself. The voice of the Hidden Void came from far away from outside the kitchen.

"How did he hear it!" The outer disciple's face turned white with fright, and after a while, seeing that the Qianxuzi did not come to him, he only let out a long breath and wiped his sweat.

Seeing this scene, Mo Xian couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

He returned to the courtyard where he was staying and meditated.

He sank into his own heart, he had broken through the meditation and meditation in the four realms of meditation at present, and he had not yet reached the third level, and he found that it was very easy to enter the state today, and after pranayama, he quickly entered meditation, and he ascended from meditation to meditation, much faster than usual.

But the difference is that when he reached the end of his thoughts, he felt that his breathing was getting longer and longer, and gradually his breathing stopped, his mind did not move, there was no coming and going, and his mind was in a state of concentration.

He felt a little stuffy, and the breathing stopped was not his subjective wish, but the natural reaction of his body, at this moment, he panicked slightly, and then realized that he was about to enter the third level of fetal breath.

The whole body seems to be expanding, boom, he suddenly felt a burst of joy in his chest, the breathlessness disappeared, the pores of the whole body seemed to open, from mouth and nose breathing to body breathing, the inside and outside seemed to melt into one, the acquired breathing stopped, and the innate breath has been opened, a faint wisp of innate vitality is naturally generated, warming the whole body, internal organs and muscles and bones, slowly strengthening.

Mo Xian understands that it has long been recorded in the "Huang Ting Ji Annotation" that when the cultivation has reached this point, it can be said that the foundation of the Tao has been built and life has begun a new journey.