Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"My lineage of Fuyao belongs to the Yinxian sect, and it was passed on to Lao Tzu. You must not reveal the lineage of the lineage during this trip, especially the Tai Chi Tu and Guankong Chapter. This is a secret that is not passed on within the sect. You can practice on your own, and you must not pass it on!"

Wang Xuebin nodded to express his understanding.

The four real people sent him to the mountain gate, watched Wang Xuebin float down, and disappeared in a few moments.

"Senior brother, the chapter on Contemplation of Space is a secret method handed down by Daoist Wenshi. This child has not entered our sect, so why did he teach this method?"

Lu Chongjing was a little puzzled, although Wang Xuebin was sincere, down-to-earth, gentle and pure, but why could he be favored by Zhenren Liu.

You must know that Liu Zhenren is the eldest disciple of Huolong Zhenren, and the current head of the Yinxian Sect. He has never seen such a talented person, so why should he treat a young man of unknown origin so well.

Not only did he teach it himself, but he also asked Zhenren Zhao to demonstrate the true method for him, and let himself and his elder brother explain the essence to him, which is better than treating his own son.

Liu Zhenren looked at the figure of Wang Xuebin going away:

"Three years ago, Master Wenshi asked me in a dream, saying that there was a strange man who worshiped the mountain to seek art, let us form a good relationship, and then met this son!"

"Wen Shi real person?"

Real person Lu Chongjing couldn't believe it, and real person Zhao and Lu Chonghe knew about it.

"Senior brother, if you want me to say, you should take Guanlan under the door. Although he is a bit clumsy, hard work can make up for it. Maybe my Taoist school can add another real person!"

Listening to Zhenren Zhao's words, Liu Zhenren shook his head helplessly.

"This son has no intention of joining the religion. Even if it is the words of the Heavenly Venerable, he learns what suits him, and criticizes the ones that don't suit him. In his eyes, the Heavenly Venerable is nothing more than a first-achieving student. Do you want to be a disciple? You can't force it!"

After finishing talking and returning to the alchemy room, the remaining three looked at the direction Wang Xuebin left, inexplicably surprised.

They knew that Wang Xuebin believed in the existence of ghosts and gods.

But people who believe in ghosts and gods, but don't respect ghosts and gods, are really rare in the world!

(PS: Last time I sacrificed a martial arts novel called "Meeting Jianghu", but today the sand sculpture author came to show me off, saying that he is not cold yet, and he is still alive, saying that I sacrificed it It doesn't work, I can't stand it anymore!

Today I will sacrifice again, I hope that all book friends will bless me, let me show my power, try to milk all other people's books to death, let me write and write books, and find that I am the only one left, then Ba Shi Ba Shi is miserable! ! ! )

Chapter 98

After leaving Huashan, Wang Xuebin drove a car towards Lin'an.

This place belongs to the junction of the Jin and Song Dynasties, and the horses are very strict. Riding a horse is not an easy task.

There was a shortage of horses in the Song Dynasty. Many officials and scholar-bureaucrats in the Song Dynasty used donkeys or mules as mounts. As for the horse, there was only one horse in Huayin County, which was still disabled.

Moreover, if he wants to pass the border on horseback, he has to go around a long way and avoid officers and soldiers, which is very troublesome. He has no choice but to choose a not very chic mount, a donkey.

Of course, not just a donkey, but also a cart.

No way, the cart can't move.

Martial arts, white clothes fluttering and walking alone with a sword, this is a fairy tale for adults, but also a romance for men.

Men are interesting animals, they are very mature, and they can hold up a piece and bear heavy responsibilities.

They are also very naive, no matter how old they are, there is always an innocence hidden in their hearts.

It may be a game console or a glass ball that makes them reveal their original shape. If there are cold weapons or car models, then there is no cure.

Sometimes they even compete with some animals, and they can play for a long time with a little thing. This is their interest, and it will never change.

"I said brother, give a brother a face, I feed you with good grass and food every day, it's unethical for us to do this!"

At the junction of the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty, Wang Xuebin did not enter the customs through formal channels, but took a small road. The military equipment in the Song Dynasty was relaxed, and crossing the border was very easy and effortless.

He is now in a place where there is no village in the front and no store in the back. The post station has passed. He originally thought of resting at the next post station, but the donkey quit, and he refused to leave no matter what.

"Are you going? Let me tell you, donkey meat is my favorite. Believe it or not, I am a skilled person!"

The donkey snorted and rolled his eyes, looking quite human.

Wang Xuebin, who was watching, felt depressed. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked around, but there was nothing but donkeys.

He disappeared suddenly, and reappeared in the same place in just an instant, with an extra fishing rod in his hand and a carrot tied on the fishing line.

Wang Xuebin was lying on the cart, and with a flick of his hand, the carrot was thrown in front of the donkey. The donkey saw the carrot and started to chase it.

"Hey, Xiao Mian! Can't I cure you?"

Seeing that the problem was solved, Wang Xuebin grinned happily, this is fun!

......

"The little donkey, with its hooves facing west, dragged Tang Sanzang and followed his three apprentices to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures on the main road. It would cover tens of thousands of miles..."

Wang Xuebin climbed on the cart, his legs dangling flickeringly, humming a little tune that he didn't know where he was going.

A fishing rod was attached to the cart, and a half-gnawed carrot was tied to the fishing line, dangling in front of the donkey. The donkey kept chasing it, and Wang Xuebin would move the fishing rod from time to time to adjust the direction.

What Wang Xuebin is practicing now is the chapter on Contemplation of Space, and his practice is purely pure. He can practice walking, sitting and lying down.

The practiced qi has an ethereal charm, which can strengthen one's physique, magnify one's inspiration, and also has miraculous effects in lightness skills, whether it is speed, height or controllability, there is no small improvement.

There are four realms in this technique. This realm is not like the spiral air drill in the novel and Ren Du's second vein. It is not practicing kung fu, but repairing the subway!

The level of practice lies in the level of observing thoughts, which is the sublimation of the level of consciousness, so there is the theory of epiphany.

There are four levels in the Contemplation of Space. The first level is to visualize a static Tai Chi ball, which will dissuade 90.00% of people.

The yin-yang fish is easy to visualize because it is a two-dimensional plane, but the Tai Chi ball is three-dimensional and requires a strong sense of space to visualize it. Wang Xuebin took a coincidence.

He went back to the present world and bought a Tai Chi ball. After seeing the real thing, he had a concept, and then entered the door according to the gourd painting.

Slowly become proficient, then start to practice the second level, let the Tai Chi ball rotate clockwise, and then rotate irregularly on the third level, and finally, stop and turn as soon as you want to stop.

And at this level, you also have the ability to look back at the inner reflection, that is, you can clearly feel the path of the Qi in the body flowing through the meridians.

Qi is affected by various factors such as weather, breathing method, and visualization.

When Wang Xuebin can control the wandering route of qi, and completely advance from the small Zhoutian to the big Zhoutian, he will reach the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Wang Xuebin has been constantly experimenting now, controlling the direction of Qi by changing the breathing rate. This is a huge project, and the experience of others cannot be used for reference, so he can only do it himself.

"No, no, it should be one breath and three breaths here, and two meridians are missed!"

Wang Xuebin murmured in his heart, picked up a notebook in his hand and started to record, using a pencil and a lined notebook.

They are all modern things, because they are convenient to use, but the price is a bit expensive, a pencil is [-], and a notebook is [-], both are currency limits, and the cost is a little less.

"Hey! Come and stop, this place is the boundary of my Erlongzhai. If you are with me, please pass the threshold and share the bowl of water to catch up. Or leave Mai Se'er, Lao Tie and Tiao Zi. If not, don't blame the brothers. If it's too bad, you take the beam!"

Wang Xuebin heard the voice, dropped his pen, stopped the donkey, and sat up. He hadn't heard this set of words for a long time.

I remember that he learned similar lip-spotting jargon when he first walked in the rivers and lakes, but he didn't expect that it has been this way throughout the ages.

Although the slang words are different in different places, Wang Xuebin can guess it with his feet. It is nothing more than asking if he is in the same company. If he keeps half of his property, if not, he will keep it all. This set is nothing new.

There were seven or eight skinny robbers in front of them. They were wearing a pair of hemp-colored trousers, tied around their waists with cloth strips, their upper body was naked, their hair was loose, and they looked dirty.

The seven of them had three forks, two large knives, and two sticks. The forks were dung forks. I don't know if they were used. It looked a little disgusting.

Wang Xuebin turned over and got out of the car, looking at the seven robbers, he was a little disappointed. He thought he would meet some big lord and he could take the opportunity to try his skills, but in the end there were only a few of them.

Wang Xuebin pretended to be afraid and said:

"My lords, Wansheng has no money left. Only this donkey is worth some money. Wansheng dedicates it to all the lords. I hope you can give Wansheng a way out!"

The two bandits with knives looked at each other, one stepped forward to pretend to check the donkey, the other walked around behind Wang Xuebin, and the others also surrounded him.

Wang Xuebin's heart sank, this is definitely a veteran, he didn't even think about saving his life, and he stopped pretending to find out the truth.

With a twist of the wrist, a straight-edged knife made of alloy appeared. He raised his hand, and with a twist of his feet, a white horse flashed by, and the head of the person behind him flew up.

Wang Xuebin didn't stop, he moved his energy all over his body, stepped out Zhang Xu in one step, his body turned continuously, a gust of wind whistled, and three more people had their throats cut.

During the spurt of blood, his clothes were not stained at all.

"Hey! Why bother? It would be nice to run as soon as you lead the donkey, and you won't end up like this!"

Although Wang Xuebin didn't learn any killing techniques with real qi, his kung fu is not a vegetarian. With the addition of real qi, his power is incomparable.

Now he can lift five hundred catties with one hand, and an alloy knife that weighs seven or eight catties seems worthless in his hand.

With this strength, he could kill these robbers by beating blindly.

The remaining three people saw Wang Xuebin's figure flickering and killed four people, they were scared to pee, one of them was smart, dropped the fork, and ran away regardless.

Wang Xuebin didn't plan to leave any trouble, he picked up a fork, threw it casually, penetrated the fleeing man's chest and abdomen, and nailed it directly to the ground.

"Forgive me...forgive me!"

The remaining two were so soft on the ground, they forgot to throw their weapons, and they couldn't say anything except spare their lives, and they didn't even have the courage to look at Wang Xuebin.

Wang Xuebin was not careless, holding a straight-edged knife, and walked slowly.

Listening to Wang Xuebin's footsteps, the two trembled step by step.

Wang Xuebin didn't move until he came to them. One person had already collapsed on the ground without moving, and the other had no intention of resisting, and was killed with his neck stretched out.

Wang Xuebin looked at the person in front of him and didn't know how to evaluate it, and he didn't want to evaluate it. He cut his life with one knife, and the person didn't dare to look up when he died.

Wang Xuebin looked at the person collapsed on the ground again, checked it, and was frightened to death. A gangster who made a living by robbing houses was frightened to death. It sounded like a joke, but Wang Xuebin couldn't laugh.

He found an open area, set the corpse on fire, and didn't leave until the fire was extinguished. It was not because he was thinking of anything, but because he was afraid of causing a forest fire.

There are no firefighters at this time. Once it catches fire, it will be a disaster. If you want to extinguish it, it depends on when it rains!

"Ugh!"

After the fire was over, there was only a field of ashes left. Wang Xuebin didn't have the heart to bury them in the ground, so he scrubbed the knife and sterilized it, and then drove towards Lin'an in a donkey cart.

As it wobbled, that out-of-the-ordinary little tune sounded again.

"I just captured a few monsters, and captured a few more demons. Why are there so many demons and monsters..."

Stopping and stopping along the way, he passed seventeen gangs of bandits, the largest twenty or so bandits were colluded with officials and bandits, and the least one was a young man with a short stick. After three months, he finally arrived at his destination, Lin'an !

Chapter 99

At last the day came, and my heart was filled with unreal feelings.

I became attached to novels when I was a child. At that time, Korean Wave novels were popular. My sister liked to read them, so she bought some. I don’t know if she finished it. Anyway, I finished it.

I don't remember anything about the plot, I just remember the kaomoji filled between the lines.

After that, I read Xiaobaiwen, and I don’t know if it was because I was full of emotions or what, but reading Xiaobaiwen made me cry, which is a very interesting memory.

Then I went to junior high school, got a mobile phone, and started to read it on my mobile phone. At that time, I was the craziest. I only finished reading one novel, an average of one novel every three days, and I read it for three years.

My family saw that I was always inseparable from my mobile phone, and there was no other way, so I was sent to be a volunteer, initially to get me to quit novels.

But unexpectedly, I didn’t quit novels, and I became addicted to being a volunteer. Since then, I have been volunteering every holiday. Because my family has a foundation of religious belief, the places I often go to are temples and Taoist temples.

When I was there, I always went to help in the kitchen, and my skills got better and better, and I got fatter and fatter. Later, my family drove me to other places to work as a volunteer!

I went to more and more places, and I grew bigger and bigger. I still haven’t quit novels, and I have given up control at home.

There are only so many routines in the novel, and if you read too much, you will always get tired of it. This is my original intention for writing novels.

I want to write a novel that pleases me.

At the beginning of 19, I had an idea at that time, but I was a late-stage procrastination patient after all, I procrastinated and wrote two beginnings, and later I forgot about it due to work reasons.

Until August 19, when I started to work as a freelancer, I had relatively free and abundant time, and my desire to confide was getting stronger and stronger.

So I made another outline and made up my mind to start writing.

This is the one you see now.

At that time, after finishing the outline and writing the world view, I wrote slowly, probably more than 20 chapters.

Because my friend thought I didn't have a job, so I kindly introduced one to me. Helpless, I started working again. I was busy every day, so I put down the novel again.

Until January 20, when I left my job again, I bought a bicycle and riding equipment with my wages during working hours, and planned to cycle around the north and south of China in the next year.

I originally thought of going to Wuxi to visit my sister first, and then starting from there, I would go around several cities in the south, cycling every day, and when I stopped there, I would take out my computer and write, very chic.

But I didn't expect that I left there as soon as I went there, and I picked up my old job again, becoming a volunteer!

It is there that the novel really begins to be born.

I don't know when it started, but I code some words every day, and even if I can't code them, I will sit in front of the computer for a while.

I don’t know when it started, mobile games stopped playing, and GTAV was also put down. I didn’t like watching TV and movies. I would watch movies over and over again every day, thinking about how the protagonist would intervene in them.

I don't know when it started, and I went through the comment data over and over again, looking at it for a while and looking at it for a while.

Sometimes I unconsciously want to explain something, but I will delete it all after writing, because there is no excuse for poor writing.