Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

The sun is rising, the air is filled with the morning dew, and the yang energy between heaven and earth is gradually rising.

In the valley, there is a deep pool, and many exotic flowers and plants grow beside the pool. Except for the green cow, there are no other creatures. It is a secluded and quiet place outside the world.

The laws of heaven and earth in this big world are completely different from those in the Immortal Alliance, and there are also some differences from those in the Chaos Sea.

The invisible destiny is very scattered, without a specific bias. Chu Zheng can vaguely feel that there is a destiny that belongs to the Qi Refiner, but it is not much help for him.

The destiny of the Qi Refiner must be fought for by himself, and the destiny obtained belongs only to himself.

Many Qi Refiners will open the mountain gate to collect successors when they are at the end of their rope and are about to die.

This path was destined to be difficult to flourish from the beginning. Even with the emergence of a figure like Daozu, the current refining qi lineage still cannot become a force like the Immortal Alliance Martial Hall.

Looking back now, Chu Zheng's original idea of ​​preaching to the world seems even more fanciful.

Chu Zheng pondered for a moment, performed the astronomical divination technique, and began to search for Geng Yiyang's breath. The situation changed too quickly before, and he had no time to send a message to Geng Yiyang.

Taixuan Holy Land is already in danger, and someone needs to go back to take charge of the overall situation. Geng Yiyang still knows nothing about it.

After some calculations, Chu Zheng had no choice but to give up. This world may be too far away from the battlefield. He couldn't even calculate the location of Geng Yiyang.

After all, his cultivation is still shallow, and it is difficult to display the true power of his supernatural powers.

Shaking his head slightly, Chu Zheng cut off the distracting thoughts in his mind, took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the pond, sat cross-legged, and unlocked the layers of seals in the middle dantian.

The moment the seal was released, the Nine-orifice Golden Pill began to tremble, like a long drought meeting a sweet rain, and began to frantically absorb and exhale the surrounding heaven and earth vitality.

His cultivation of the Qi Refining lineage had been suppressed for too long. Now that the restrictions were released, the accumulated strength began to grow wildly.

In an instant, his cultivation had advanced further and entered the realm of refining the spirit. The depths of his soul throbbed and began to transform.

The moment he crossed the barrier of refining the spirit, Chu Zheng instantly noticed something wrong. His Qi Refining cultivation was still soaring at an astonishing speed, without any intention of stopping.

After sensing it, he instantly understood.

Refining Qi and transforming into a spirit is to temper the strength of the soul, in order to prepare for the formation of the Pure Yang Yuan Shen.

And he, because of the immortal way, had long cultivated the Yin-Yang Divine Infant, and the strength of his soul had far exceeded the limit of the realm of refining the spirit.

Although they are two different paths, he has only one soul. In him, the immortal path and the method of refining qi have vaguely merged. It is still unknown whether this fusion is good or bad.

Chu Zheng gathered his mind, absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and improved his magic power. At the same time, he began to continuously refine the incense and vows from the other side of the starry sky to nourish his own soul.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the yin and yang qi flow between heaven and earth, constantly nourishing the essence in his body.

In a blink of an eye, Chu Zheng sat in the valley for more than half a year.

In this short period of time, his method of refining qi has undergone a qualitative change, and he has forcibly crossed a great realm, from the perfection of the golden elixir realm to the great perfection of the refining spirit realm, and is only one step away from the realm of returning to the void.

During this process, he did not take any elixir or secret medicine, and relied entirely on his own natural growth in cultivation, and still made such amazing progress.

The most direct way to improve his Qi training is to see the change in Chu Zheng's aura, which is becoming more transparent and agile, and his connection with the laws of heaven and earth is closer, and his magical powers are greatly increased.

What Qi practitioners seek is to return to their roots, and they pursue the most essential power between heaven and earth. Naturally, they are close to all the spirits of heaven and earth. If there is no disaster, Qi practitioners should be the most carefree and happy path.

After calming down the breath in his body, Chu Zheng slowly finished his work and looked around.

The green bull he had seen before had disappeared. For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He hadn't eaten for several years, and his mouth was a little bland. He originally wanted to have a bite.

Chu Zheng tried to sense Geng Yiyang's aura again, but still got nothing.

After thinking for a while, he didn't insist on it anymore. He got up and stepped out of the valley and headed east.

Now his soul has undergone another transformation, and is even stronger than the immortal cultivators who have just entered the immortal realm. With his divine thoughts spread out, he can see everything within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, and can clearly see where there are human traces and cities.

After traveling more than 2,000 miles to the east, Chu Zheng arrived at a city, which was only more than 20 miles long and wide, and could only be regarded as a small city. There were many auras floating in the city, and the strongest was only at the third level, equivalent to the immortal soul condensation realm.

In Chu Zheng's eyes now, this kind of cultivation is not much different from that of ordinary people.

Now that the Immortal Alliance is fighting with the Ten Thousand Worlds, in order to avoid trouble, Chu Zheng used the false form magic to cover up the immortal aura.

However, this method, he can only deceive the seventh-level creatures at most, and the existence above the eighth level can still see the clues.

However, for a small wilderness town like this, the probability of encountering an eighth-level strongman is no less than the rain of spirit stones from the sky. As long as you are careful, there will be no problem.

As soon as he entered the city, Chu Zheng felt a surging atmosphere of the mortal world.

If it were in the Cangyun Realm, a city with soul-condensing cultivators would be a fairy market, with a transcendent atmosphere that was extraordinary and otherworldly.

But the small city in front of him was more like a mortal kingdom, with vendors hawking on both sides of the street, and the cultivators coming and going were no different from peddlers in the mortal world.

Unlike the Immortal Alliance, there is not even one mortal here. All of them have cultivation skills. No matter who they are, they can find a suitable way to practice in the Ten Thousand Worlds.

The sea embraces all rivers, which is the real secret of the Ten Thousand Worlds' existence.

The auras of these cultivators are quite chaotic. Chu Zheng saw no less than dozens of strange auras when he stood on the street and took a glance.

There are so many sects coexisting, but there is no sense of conflict, as if it should be so, perfect and flawless.

In the small city, there are all kinds of internal organs, Taoist temples, Buddhist halls, ancestral halls, and academies.

Chu Zheng opened his spiritual eyes and scanned the cultivators one by one. He was surprised and felt like he had finally seen the world.

After finding an unmanned corner, Chu Zheng quietly released Bai Nian, who had been trapped in the small world.

Here, Bai Nian no longer needs to hide and can live openly under the sky.

Bai Nian followed Chu Zheng, looking at the city in front of him in a trance. He hadn't seen so many people for a long time. He had been isolated from the world for many years and almost forgot what it felt like to live among the crowd.

Among the monks, he saw many people wearing Confucian robes and wearing turbans on their heads. They were dressed like students. Their every move was full of righteousness.

After a while, Chu Zheng stopped in front of an inconspicuous wonton stall.

The small wonton stall owner had entered the second level of cultivation. He was a rare master in this city. The wontons he made were also very spiritual.

Chu Zheng took Bai Nian to sit down, ordered ten bowls of wontons, and drank them slowly.

He always had some inexplicable difficulty in giving up wontons. If he saw them in his spare time, he would definitely stop and drink a few bowls.

Bai Nian was still a little absent-minded. His eyes lingered on the long street. He was reluctant to look away, as if he was afraid of dreaming.

"Is this the Ten Thousand Worlds?"

After a long time, he finally squeezed out this sentence from his throat, his expression stunned.

Before Chu Zheng answered, there was a burst of reading sounds coming from not far away. The quotations of the saints echoed in the void, and the sound carried the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, majestic and magnificent.

Bai Nian's eyes lit up slightly, and the righteousness in his body was aroused, and he couldn't help but glowed faintly.

"How about it? Do you want to go and see it?"

Seeing this, Chu Zheng asked casually.

After a slight hesitation, Bai Nian nodded: "I want to."

"If you want to go, go."

Chu Zheng finished the remaining bowls of wontons, threw down a few spiritual stones, and took Bai Nian along the long street, following the sound.

Along the way, he bought a few books about this world and learned a little bit in advance.

But after a cup of tea, the two stopped in front of a college.

"Huanhua Academy..."

Looking at the words on the plaque, Bai Nian reacted and was a little surprised: "This handwriting is obviously different from what I learned before, why can I recognize it?"

Chu Zheng looked up at the plaque, the characters were unfamiliar, and he couldn't read half of it. He didn't recognize a single word.

On one side of the academy door, stood a little book boy about seven years old, with a handsome face, red lips and white teeth. Hearing Bai Nian's words, he couldn't help but smile:

"We are all saints, with a unified mind. No matter how the appearance changes, the true meaning will never change. How can we not recognize it? How did your teacher teach you to read?"

Chu Zheng's eyes fell on the plaque, and suddenly his mind moved slightly, and he noticed something strange.

This plaque has a wisp of righteousness attached to it, which can make the cultivators of other sects understand its meaning even if they don't recognize it.

However, Chu Zheng's soul is now close to immortality, with mysterious powers. The cultivator who wrote this plaque is far inferior to him, and the righteousness on it is naturally affected by his soul and changed.

As his mind moved slightly, the handwriting on the plaque gradually twisted and changed. After a few breaths, it turned into a simple font that he was familiar with.

This is the most obvious Tao dispute. The person who wrote the plaque is not as good as Chu Zheng, so he can only cater to his cognition, and vice versa.

Seeing this, Bai Nian's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help asking: "Why did the handwriting change again? I don't recognize it."

"What are you kidding, this plaque has been hung for thousands of years, how has it ever changed?"

The book boy subconsciously looked up, and after seeing the font on the plaque clearly, he was pale for a moment, turned around and ran into the yard, shouting:

"Sir! Sir! Something strange happened!"

The sound of reading in the yard stopped abruptly. After a moment, a middle-aged man in a white shirt walked out quickly, with a little solemnity between his brows.

Chu Zheng took a glance and saw through his details without opening his spiritual eyes. A cultivator of the three realms of Confucianism and Taoism is already a top-notch powerhouse in this small town.

The man glanced at the plaque, looked at Chu Zheng, and bowed:

"I am Xi Ji'an, the current head of Huanhua Academy. What is your name, fellow Taoist?"

"Chu Zheng, a Qi-refining practitioner, I am sorry to bother you by visiting me today."

Chu Zheng returned the greeting and took back the divine thoughts that fell on the plaque. The words on it twisted for a while, and soon returned to their original state.

Seeing this, Xi Ji'an breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to signal: "A guest is a guest. Please come to the academy to chat."

"Sorry for bothering you."

Chu Zheng took Bai Nian and followed Xi Ji'an into the academy, passing through the waterside pavilions and eaves, bamboo forests and tile houses, and entered a quiet courtyard.

The air was filled with a refreshing fragrance of plants and trees, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

The three of them sat opposite each other. Xi Jian slowly brewed a pot of spiritual tea, filled it for Chu Zheng and Bai Nian, and raised his hand to signal, "Please."

Chu Zheng took a sip and felt the fragrance lingering between his teeth. The flow of the Yuan Qi in his body was a little faster. He couldn't help but praise: "Good tea."

He rarely tasted tea, and this was considered first-rate among the teas he had drunk.

"I see that this little Taoist friend seems to have just cultivated the Haoran Qi not long ago. At this age, it's a bit late to study, right?"

Xi Ji'an glanced at Bai Nian and took the initiative to open the topic. A person who had nothing to do with the Qi cultivator suddenly came to the academy, and he must have a purpose.

"Indeed, he has only read some scattered quotations from saints and realized the Haoran Qi. I think he has some talent, so I want to ask Mr. Xi to teach him."

Chu Zheng nodded and admitted that Bai Nian was about the same age as Chu Zheng, only less than three years younger, and now he was almost thirty years old.

At this age, he had just cultivated the Haoran Qi. In the eyes of ordinary people, he had no talent in the Confucianism and Taoism.

"Self-taught? Have you never been enlightened?"

Hearing what Chu Zheng said, Xi Jian looked Bai Nian up and down, and was a little surprised.

Without the enlightenment of a learned man, it is not easy to cultivate the noble spirit by relying on a few scriptures, at least most ordinary people can't do it.

"Bai Nian has never been to school, please forgive me, sir."

Bai Nian was a little embarrassed. He didn't have immortal bones, and his martial arts talent was mediocre. Only reading seemed to have some talent.

Now that he suddenly met the seniors in the same way, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He was a little worried that his talent was mediocre above Confucianism.

If that was true, the blow was a bit heavy.

Xi Ji'an pondered for a moment, nodded and smiled:

"Well, Fellow Daoist Chu, stay in my academy for a few days, and I will test Bai Nian to see if he has talent. If he is really a good student, I will be generous and teach him for a while. What do you think?"

"Thank you very much, fellow Daoist."

Chu Zheng took out a long box and pushed it in front of Xi Ji'an:

"This will be regarded as Bai Nian's tuition. I hope Fellow Daoist Xi will not refuse it."

He had never studied the Confucian classics, but he still understood the basic rules. Moreover, he did not want to owe anyone a favor because of such a small matter.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, you are too kind."

Xi Ji'an took it with a smile, and put it away without opening it.

Bai Nian stood up with a little excitement and bowed:

"Student Bai Nian, meet you, sir!"

"No need to be polite, I have a few classics here, you can take them back and study them, I will test you in three days."

Xi Jian waved his hand, took out a few classics from his sleeve, handed them to Bai Nian, and then chuckled:

"I'll say it in advance, if you can't pass the test, don't blame me for not considering the favor, this tuition fee will not be returned."