Practice

Chapter 36 Cultivation

It is easy to say "really", but this word is like soaked beans, which will get stuck in the throat if you are not careful. Li Wuxiang smiled: "We can work hard to make this thing true. For example, I will tell you an article called "Huai Lu Bao Xia Pian". If you can memorize this article first, then the possibility of what I said becoming true will be greater."

Xue Baoping straightened up, opened his eyes wide, and slowly inhaled: "You, you, you... want... want... to teach me... this, this, this, this..."

"Cultivation. But there is a threshold for cultivation, and the threshold is to have a good body first. You slowly remember what I said, and then take good care of your body, and I will continue to teach you."

Xue Baoping tried to open his eyes so that his eye sockets could accommodate more: "Yeah!"

Li Wuxiang talked to her for two quarters of an hour. The whole chapter of Huai Lu Bao Xia Pian has 246 words. If it were him, he would remember it after just one time, but after Xue Baoping listened to it six times, he only remembered the first 40 words. So Li Wuxiang realized that Xue Baoping might not be suitable for cultivation - these words were not ordinary articles, but were born with a strange power. According to Zhao Kui and Zhao Qi, "how fast you remember" can already show a person's aptitude.

But he still patiently taught her to use homophony or association to remember the first fifty-three words. Seeing her sitting there concentrating and repeating them over and over again, afraid of forgetting, he quietly got up and walked back to the woodshed where he lived and closed the doors and windows.

For more than a month after escaping from the predicament, he has been unable to continue practicing because of extreme hunger and mixed breath in his body. But because of the effect of the small pills of Fuyuan Baosheng that Zhao Qi asked him to take, he now feels a rare sense of calmness. Just now, when he was reciting the chapter of Huailu Baoxia with Xue Baoping, the breath in his body even started to move slowly and involuntarily, which means that he is back on the right track.

So Li Wuxiang sat cross-legged on the straw couch, closed his eyes slightly as he did in the stove, and took a long and light breath.

When he was in the stove, he had already reached the realm of "sending the true seed", which is equivalent to what Zhao Qi said "building the foundation". Now that he was running the exercises smoothly again, Li Wuxiang found that he was more advanced than before he got out of trouble.

At that time, he still had a human body, which was to gather the essence of the internal organs into the skin bag to keep the essence of the human body from dispersing, but now he only had a skin bag, and under the skin bag was Zhao Kui's treasure woven with gold thread, which seemed to directly call him into another stage after "sending the true seed", the realm of "unlocking the nine palaces". "Zhao Xi" once said that Zhao Kui was a Qi refiner who was about to form a pill. If divided according to Guang Chanzi's standards, it was the time when this "unlocking the nine palaces" was about to be perfected.

When Li Wuxiang ran the true qi, he really felt the "nine palaces vacuum" - the empty body seemed to have become his endless and broad meridians, and the internal organs and blood had been transformed into the skin bag. But if he were to use a human body and practice steadily from the state of "sending the true seed" to the state of "unlocking the nine palaces", his body should be full of true qi at this time. But now it is like a newly dug lake, with an amazing capacity but empty. Even the pill that Zhao Qi gave him before was completely used to clean up the weeds and branches that originally grew in this lake.

Li Wuxiang recalled the key to practicing the nine palaces in Guang Chanzi, and tried to breathe slowly to adjust his breath and gather spiritual energy into the empty body. But after entering into meditation for an hour and then coming out of meditation, he found that there was almost no change in his body - the spiritual energy absorbed from the surroundings in this hour was only equivalent to one or two drops of water falling into this lake.

According to Guang Chanzi's serious practice method, this lake should have been refined and filled with most of the Yuanyang, or the innate Qi, when a person was born. Now it is filled with acquired spiritual energy. I don't know when it will be filled. But at least this made Li Wuxiang feel at ease - he didn't know whether he could still practice after he turned into an inhuman painted skin, but now the answer is certain. Then one thing, as long as there is a clear solution, is not bad.

He exhaled slightly and opened his eyes, and heard Xue Baoping still mumbling in the yard, as if reciting the fifty-three words he taught her. He sighed and was about to get up, and suddenly found that it was dark.

No, it was not dark. At this moment, his eyes turned into pure darkness, not the scene of countless flying white dots when it was dark or when he closed his eyes. His keen perception seemed to be completely deprived at this moment, and he couldn't tell whether he was standing or sitting at this moment, as if his body had completely disappeared in this pure and heavy darkness, leaving only a consciousness.

But he didn't feel fear or panic at all, not even surprise or vigilance. On the contrary, he felt a kind of joy, a kind of joy when greedy desires were slightly satisfied, and the familiar sense of grandeur and emptiness.

It's external evil.

The first time the external evil appeared was when he was trapped in the secret room, smelled the bamboo paper fragrance on Zhao Xi, and was eager to find a way to get out of the predicament. At that time, it suddenly came and gave him a clear "concept" to help him clarify the situation at that time.

The second time it appeared was a few days ago, when he was drugged by Zhao Qi and almost revealed his identity in the illusion. At that time, he took the initiative to ask the external evil for help, and it responded.

The name "external evil" is not a good one, and Zhao Kui also said that it would drive people crazy, but those two experiences were of great help to Li Wuxiang, so he did not think that it was a big threat. Compared to the harsh superiors and the risk of death that he could not get rid of in his memory, this "external evil" in him could even be called harmonious.

But these days, Li Wuxiang would also think about such a question-

Those two times, he could feel the eager greed of the external evil, and he was sure that it wanted something. According to his understanding, the help provided to him seemed to be an advance investment in that kind of demand, or he did not want to let himself who was possessed or inhabited by it die.

But the question is, what if he no longer prayed to it? What would happen if he ignored its demands and greed?

Now Li Wuxiang knew the answer. After providing help twice, the external evil showed its other magical power-pulling himself in here. Without any warning or resistance, he was deprived of any ability other than thinking.

This experience was not pleasant, but after becoming Zhao Qi's disciple, the external evil was indeed the next thing he wanted to figure out. Even if it was a knife that could fall at any time, he had to see where it was hanging before he could feel at ease.

So, in such a dark place, Li Wuxiang imagined himself taking a deep breath and asked in his mind: "What do you want?"