Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

Just as Yu Ling had heard, there will be a low point before good fortune flourishes, and after experiencing the low point, good fortune will flourish, and this is indeed the case with Xuan.

When the sun appeared, he held Yu Ling and watched the sunrise, once again entering a state of ignoring everything, and watched for a full hour.

During this period, Yan Fang was quite worried. He was afraid that something had happened to Xuan, so he wanted to shake him, but was stopped by Mu Lao. Fortunately, he was stopped by Mu Lao.

It turned out that when Xuan was watching the sunrise, he looked at the mountains opposite and suddenly felt that the mountains were breathing, as if he saw a yellow dragon breathing in the morning light. So he learned the yellow dragon breathing method. At the same time, he realized a method of practice based on the original Qingmu Gong and entered the innate state.

"That mountain has a spirit, it is...it is as sad as I am, as if there is a yellow dragon coiled there.

At sunrise, I can feel his mood and his breathing, and I can follow his breathing and become like this. "

When everyone asked him, Xuan said that when he was in a state of enlightenment, he could sense the sadness.

"Sad Huang Long?"

When Yan Fang heard Xuan's words, he felt something was strange for the first time. If he didn't know that Xuan still had the golden opportunity on him, Yan Fang almost thought that Xuan had awakened his memories of his past life.

He wondered if this had anything to do with the Taoist Huanglong, the immortal from the Chan sect in his previous life?

There is indeed a rumor in the previous life that Huangdi was the incarnation of the Yellow Dragon. However, the Yellow Dragon in this rumor should not be the Taoist Huanglong in Fengshen, but a dragon in the normal sense.

Moreover, according to a legend that has been circulating since an unknown era, in the eyes of the general public, Huangdi's teacher should be Guangchengzi. Although Huanglong Taoist and Guangchengzi are both disciples of the Chan sect in The Investiture of the Gods, they have little to do with Emperor Xuanyuan. Maybe he is overthinking it.

Even if Xuan is the destined protagonist, that mountain is more likely to be just an ordinary sacred mountain that gave birth to dragon souls accumulated in the world. It is impossible to be related to Huang Long, the orthodox Three Purities of the prehistoric world. He must have read too many novels.

It’s a pity that although Yan Fang has the ability to see through and travel through time when in the Cloud Step state, under normal circumstances he only observes the momentum and rhythm of the world and paints from a holistic perspective.

He would not deliberately spend excessive energy to observe carefully, otherwise there would be so many hidden spiritual formations and so many layers of time and space in the ancient world that even if he exhausted all his energy, he would not be able to see all of a small area.

Therefore, when he turned into the Youxiong area before, he did not see the Youxiong Witch City. There was no Youxiong City in the painting. The Youxiong Witch City in the later scrolls was formed spontaneously after the Red Dust Silk was invested. This time was the same. He did not look closely at the mountain opposite.

"This is really the treatment of a protagonist."

Finally, Yan Fang couldn't help but feel a little envious. No matter in which era, cultivation methods are very important, and this era is especially so. Countless people have sacrificed their lives for the sake of a cultivation method.

As a result, Xuanguan realized it as soon as he watched the sunrise. This is simply cheating.

Of course, Yan Fang knew that Xuan's ability to comprehend the method of cultivation was based on Mu Lao's foundation, and Mu Lao's foundation was based on the accumulation of the human race over thousands of years, and on the geniuses and tribes that Mu Lao met during his travels. It was because of them that Xuan had the explosion he had today.

"With this breathing method, perhaps the human race can really rise?"

Yan Fang guessed that, after all, Xuan's method of cultivation was comprehended by himself and had a solid foundation, not relying on other mysterious and sacred things. No matter how he thought about it, he would not be restricted like Taishan Ji and was not allowed to teach the method privately.

While Yan Fang was thinking about this and putting Yu Ling away, Xuan took the initiative to find Yan Fang under everyone's gaze.

"Yan Fang, do you want to learn from me the cultivation method I just realized?"

Xuan's words were so shocking that even the other people around him were quite shocked.

Is this a cultivation method? Even if we have a relationship, even if we want to spread it widely for the benefit of the human race, it can't be taught so easily, right?

You must know that the method of cultivation is related to one's own fortune and the fortune of the human race, and it cannot be granted to others at will. Otherwise, if that person does evil, the entire Taoist tradition will be implicated.

Not to mention the rules of the Donghua Taoist sect, even the Taoist ancestor said that the Dharma should not be passed on to anyone other than the first person. Immortal disciples also have to be tempered many times, and even if the relationship is very good, it should not be passed on so easily.

"Why? And when?"

Yan Fang was also puzzled. He didn't think he deserved such a benefit. The second question was to ask, when did Xuan know that he needed to practice?

Even Taishan Ji thought that he had obtained a complete inheritance and did not delve into it further.

Mu Lao also didn't notice that he lacked flexible magic and could only use spiritual power to nourish his body.

Xuan's method of cultivation is to unknown its future achievements. From Xuan's strength and Mu Lao's various strange magic abilities, it can be seen that this method of cultivation must be a method that must include but is not limited to excellent satin body method, powerful combat method, demon wood method and the Yellow Dragon Breathing Method that Xuan just learned from the Yellow Dragon Mountain.

Such a system, including magic and combat methods, is what Yan Fang needs. It is definitely better than his own incomplete inheritance of painting. Now he can't even use water or fly lightly.

"Because you are Yan Fang, and because you didn't force me to awaken my memory."

"As for when I realized it, it was last night when I realized that you don't have many tricks."

Xuan smiled lightly, with a hint of memories on his face, a little bit of the joy of having revealed Yan Fang's true colors, which finally made him feel more happy than Yan Fang.

He was also grateful to Yan Fang for not forcing him to awaken. Although he didn't know why Yan Fang wanted him to awaken his memory and didn't want to delve into it, he knew that this matter should be very important to Yan Fang.

This practice is both gratitude and compensation.

"That....."

Yan Fang smiled bitterly and turned to Mu Lao. Seeing Mu Lao nod in agreement, he also said:

"I'd be very sorry to refuse, Master Xuan."

Next to them, there were a few people who didn't understand what they were saying but were impressed by how impressive they were.

"As expected, I still can't win against Yan Fang!"

For a moment, even if he already had spiritual fire, he could enter the innate green state after a few days of replenishing his food. Yan Fang was happy but also sad, as he was still thinking about the competition for the number one younger brother.

"That's great. I wish I had a brother like this."

As a woman, Shi Yuan thought of her younger brother who was not talented and did not know how to work hard, and envied the brotherhood between Yan Fang and his friends.

"Practice Dharma?"

Chang had been pondering the innate Bagua drawn on the ground with tree branches. Ever since he and Yan Fang set up the formation to deal with the blood mosquitoes, he seemed to have become enlightened and obsessed. He had been studying the innate Bagua left by Fuxi. The more he studied, the more obsessed he became. When he heard about this, he only raised his head slightly.

For Chang now, the Dao of Yi is the great Dao, and all kinds of witchcraft and immortal arts are just minor ones.

The girl, whose tribe was destroyed and whose body was eaten away by poisonous insects, raised her head slightly, and a little light flashed in her originally dead eyes.