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Fu Chuan thought about building the foundation, and the profound pool first appeared, and it was in a state where it was urgently needed to consolidate the profound pool.

He is still waiting to solve the problem of his mother's family's hatred, and then go back to the teacher's door and wait for the teacher and professor to give instructions. How could he have thought that he would go to Fu Wei's memory with the elder brother, and he would skip three hurdles directly—— - How to cultivate, he doesn't understand at all, just like a blank sheet of paper.

Xie Qinghe thought about it for a moment, and said: "I have only dabbled in Yixin Dao, and it is enough to guide you to get started."

Fu Chuan was worried about this matter.

Now that the profound pond is empty, he feels very bad. If he wants to solve the predicament at this time, he will probably have to go back to his teacher for advice immediately.

But if you leave this memory world, it is not so easy to enter Fu Wei's memory.

How can I say that Fu Wei is also the king of a country, Xie Qinghe took him into the Weiyang Palace purely to take advantage of his unpreparedness.

——Fu Wei never thought that Xie Qinghe would come in.

Right now, he went out directly, and when he returned to the Hanjiang Sword Sect to find Shangguan, he should ask for art. When he filled the empty profound pond, it would take at least ten days and a half a month, or three to five months later.At that time, I begged the elder brother to bring him to see his mother in Fu Wei's memory?

Even if Xie Qinghe is willing and doesn't dislike his trouble, it is impossible for Weiyang Palace to enter so easily when it is on guard.

Xie Qinghe dared to tell him how to get started, Fu Chuan was convinced that senior brother must have full confidence, and immediately knelt down and bowed: "Thank you senior brother for your guidance."

"Now you don't have a trace of true energy in your profound pond, and you don't have the real qi to consolidate the profound pond. Is it empty and sad? Is there impatience?" Xie Qinghe asked him, got up and walked to the desk, and took a freshly opened Ink stick, scoop water and grind ink.

Fu Chuan hurriedly followed him, nodded and said: "It seems that I haven't eaten enough, and it's a little different."

"Sit down." Xie Qinghe lightly rolled up his cuffs, worked out the ink in an orderly manner, and signaled Fu Chuan to pick up the pen, "Your situation is too special, the Xuanchi must be filled with a trace of true energy, and it will waste you if it is left empty for a long time I won’t be able to sleep tonight. I’ll teach you Yixindao’s introductory formula first, and you can copy it down yourself, using modern characters for the first time, ancient characters for the second time, and secret characters for the third time.”

Fu Chuan was a little nervous when he picked up the pen.

The master always said that the elder brother is smart and outstanding in everything. This is the first time he holds a pen and writes in front of the elder brother.

I'm afraid that if the handwriting is not good-looking, I will be laughed at by the big brother.

Seeing that he was inexplicably nervous, Xie Qinghe put down the ink stick and said, "You come to grind the ink."

Fu Chuan was baffled by him, didn't he write?Why do you call me Yanmo?Xie Qinghe got up and left.He put down the pen again, and dragged the inkstone to the front of him. When he sharpened the ink for a while, ink splashed out.Fu Chuan immediately realized that he was restless.

The senior brother asked me to grind ink myself, but told me to calm down first.Volts understands in seconds.

Xie Qinghe picked up the incense burner on the piano table, lit the incense powder bought in the afternoon, and moved it to the side of the book table.

Fu Chuan had already calmed down, and was slowly grinding ink.

The ink melts, thick and smooth.

"Can you write?" Xie Qinghe asked.

Fu Chuan smiled embarrassedly: "I can write now."

Xie Qinghe cut the paper for him himself, pressed a corner with the paperweight, and said, "It's done."

Burning incense in the furnace.

Fu Chuan licked the pen, and first wrote two lines on the paper, "Hanjiang Sword School Master Xie Qinghe Daoist Master Qinghe said "One Heart Tao" in the guest house, disciple Fu Chuan sincerely recorded" two lines, and then quietly waited for Xie Qinghe to speak.

Unexpectedly, what Xie Qinghe spoke was an extremely profound secret language.

He only said four words, and the cold sweat on Fu Chuan's forehead came down.

Secret words are an extremely complicated way of recording, more like a summary code.

It is very difficult to translate ordinary characters into secret characters, and it is extremely labor-intensive. It is also very labor-intensive to translate secret characters into modern texts.

At the beginning, Xie Qinghe stipulated that Fu Chuan should write the modern characters first, then the ancient characters, and finally the secret characters.

Fu Chuanman thought it was a gradual process.

For any profound exercise, copy it first, and then translate it into ancient characters. Fu Chuan is confident that he can learn almost the same.Recording it into secret words is nothing more than spending some effort, so that you won't understand it.

Who knew that Xie Qinghe came backwards!What he taught was not the present text, but the secret text!

Xie Qinghe knew that this matter was not easy, so he didn't urge him. After reading four words, he sat back on the side of the piano table, and occasionally plucked a string.

Fu Chuan pulled out a new piece of paper from the side, and wrote casually: "There are more than three thousand ancient gods preaching, the world, the sun, the moon, mountains, rocks, plants, and trees can all become enlightened. The circulation of the five elements, the ups and downs of turbidity, can also achieve enlightenment." After writing, he thought for a while , and brushed it out with thick ink.

Re-write the next sentence: "Those who are devoted to the practice will follow their original intentions. Parents of gods and immortals are not easy."

After writing this sentence, I still felt that I was missing the point, so I took a pen to black out these words.

Later, I didn’t even write words at all. I took a pen and drew circles on the paper. Some circles were big and some were small, some circles were empty, and some circles were solid. They were small people, flowers, plants and trees, even the sun, moon, stars and light. out.

Xie Qinghe plucked the strings of the piano with a "Zeng", and Fu Chuan, who was addicted to drawing pictures, woke up like a dream, and had already drawn two pieces of paper.

"The same way and the same law are different. You and the master are both practicing the same mind. The Tao is completely different, and the practice is naturally different. You just need to copy your own practice. If you want to be complete, the Three Thousand Ways is your little head. Can you write clearly one by one? Arrogant." Xie Qinghe said.

Only then did Fu Chuan wake up.

After entering the Tao, practicing the law is different from the kung fu learned before.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, and naturally there will not be two monks who practice the same method.That's why Xie Qinghe read the secret book directly.Because Xie Qinghe is not sure what his Tao is, let alone use his own understanding to influence his thoughts, which requires his own judgment and search.

Similarly, it is impossible for Fu Chuan to write a formula that is universally applicable to the public.He can only record his own experience.

After being instructed by Xie Qinghe, Fu Chuan was enlightened.

He opened up the two messy drawings, and completed them overnight on the original paper: "I choose one of the three thousand ways. Those who are not easy, the parents of gods, are all senior brothers. Only this one mind is the way."

Xie Qinghe was sitting by the piano case, and he didn't know what he wrote, only that he was writing hard, as if he had finished it.

Therefore, Xie Qinghe read four more secret words.

Fu Chuan thought for a moment, then began to brush his head down again.

The introductory formula is similar to the general outline, ancient and profound, and does not involve too many specific operations. There are only 25 secret words in total.

Xie Qinghe read it sentence by sentence, and Fu Chuan thought about transcribing it later, and it took more than half an hour.At this time, the incense powder in the incense burner was almost burned out, Xie Qinghe added a little more incense, took advantage of the situation and sat by the desk, picked up the copy of this article copied by Fu Chuan and read it carefully.

The first sentence is fine.Seeing the second sentence, Xie Qinghe was very surprised!

Fairy parents, all senior brothers? !

Anyone who has read the Book of Changes knows that the sun rises and the moon sets, the cold comes and the summer goes, and everything in the world is changing, which is called "Yi".

For monks, there are also some things that are not easy.That is the "fairy parents" written by Fu Chuan.Times change, and it is not easy for gods, and it is like being a child, from the moment of birth, parents are absolutely impossible to change.This is "not easy".

Fu Chuan wrote "The one who is not easy, the parents of the gods", is just a retelling of a truth known to all monks.

Wenyan is in the next sentence.

"All big brothers."

——For me, everything in this world is changing, but big brother is eternal!

"Only this single mind is the Tao."

——Believe in the above sentence, it is my way!

……

Surprised and frightened, Xie Qinghe didn't even dare to show any strangeness.

This is the Dao heart of the little junior brother.

Dao Xin can't be knocked out, so start again.

Chuan Fu is firm in his heart, and he must not hesitate to be confused. As an "idol", how dare he show strange colors?At this time, if I lose the chain, what if I am misunderstood by my junior brother?What if the younger brother thinks he is dissatisfied?What if the junior brother doubts, shakes, and becomes decadent because of his dissatisfaction?

Xie Qinghe barely suppressed the shock in his heart, and read the remaining two pages with a calm expression.

Fu Chuan's mind is extremely calm, which makes him concentrate on and calm during the whole process, and get rid of most distracting thoughts.

The foundation-building methods for entering the Tao are basically extremely difficult and obscure mental methods. It seems that there are only a few crosses, but they actually cover everything.The biggest misunderstanding for new practitioners is that they often think too much, seek completeness and completeness, and wish that everything is complete.This has also led many teachers to stop teaching the secret texts altogether in order to prevent their students from going astray, but directly use their own understanding of the text to teach their disciples, so that the dharma books have declined and the inheritance has been cut off.

What Xie Qinghe taught Fu Chuan was the secret book, and Fu Chuan did not disappoint him, the homework was done very well.

After reading Fu Chuan's transcription, he was very satisfied: "Copy it a second time."

Fu Chuan was also waiting eagerly for his instructions, Xie Qinghe's eyes stretched, obviously a satisfied expression, Fu Chuan's slightly uneasy mood eased, his straight waist relaxed a bit, and his eyes changed again. Be shiny.

Xie Qinghe poured a cup of tea for the junior brother and asked, "Do you want me to teach you again?"

Fu's biography is very good, and the secret words of the sect are memorized very well, so there is no need for Xie Qinghe to repeat it again.If you ask Xie Qinghe to teach him sentence by sentence again, it would be easier to ponder the ancient prose by yourself - ask the senior brother to teach it again, that is a time-limited composition, it is not easy to ask the senior brother to wait all the time, right?You have to urge yourself to hurry up, don't keep the elder brother waiting.

However, Fu Chuan thought about it for a while, and said flatteringly: "Please, senior brother, teach me again."

In order to express his gratitude, he deliberately put down the pen and obediently raised his hands in a bow.

Xie Qinghe smiled slightly and nodded in return: "It should be. It can't be called trouble."

Fu Chuan took a sip of the tea given by the elder brother, picked up the pen, and pricked up his ears. He was in an unprecedentedly good mood.

In the past on the mountain, the masters and brothers who taught him various knowledge and kung fu, all of them acquiesced that he was talented and intelligent, so he didn't need to worry too much.Either a book is thrown directly, or a lesson is taught in a hurry, and then the disciple in charge should have learned it completely.

Of course, Fu Chuan can indeed learn all of them, and there is no need to explain them a second time.

He just likes to be around.

——Can you?Shall I tell you again?

The implicit meaning is that it doesn't matter if you don't, you are allowed to fail, and you are allowed to be not good.

Fu Chuan does not allow himself to fail, does not allow himself to be not good.However, he hopes others will allow it.

Voluntary efforts and self-imposed harshness are completely different from external pressure that cannot tolerate the slightest flaw.

Fu Chuan has grown up so big, he has been taught by his master and many senior brothers, Xie Qinghe is the only one who is willing to protect him, tolerate him, allow him to do this or that, but he never hates him.

Xie Qinghe recited Yixindao's entry method one sentence at a time.

This time, he was sitting by the desk, watching Fu Chuan thinking hard, writing slowly.

Fu Chuan had already written this article once, so he was confident, and he knew that Xie Qinghe was gentle when teaching, and he would not scold and reprimand, so he relaxed a lot emotionally.He is very serious about his homework, and occasionally he will ask Xie Qinghe, senior brother, do you think my handwriting is good?

Xie Qinghe will take a serious look.

It was really well written, so he nodded.

If the writing was average, he took the pen from Fu Chuan's hand, and wrote a corrected example character according to Fu Chuan's style of writing.

Fu Chuan blinked his eyes: "Brother's handwriting is so similar to mine? It's almost as if I wrote it myself."

Xie Qinghe couldn't help laughing.

Only then did Fu Chuan realize that he was stupid: "Brother, can you imitate my characters just by looking at them?"

"I have written a lot, and I have some experience."

Xie Qinghe doesn't show off his calligraphy.

When he was in Hanshan, he mainly practiced martial arts, and he wrote very little. When he was fifteen or sixteen, his handwriting was not much better than Fu Chuan's.

If you can't stand it, you will always be obsessed, and you have to go to the examination for fame six or seven times out of ten, otherwise the life of ordinary people is too sad.Since one wants to read, one must inevitably write.The Eight Classics of Zheng'er are written too much, and they are born out of practice.

With his handwriting, as long as the examiner can see his ink scroll, even if the essay is nonsense, he can get a place in the court.

—Official, only for a while.Words are enough to last through the ages.How many princes and generals throughout the ages?Too much for money.How many well-known calligraphers are there who have left their names in history?Xie Qinghe is so proficient in calligraphy, whether he can make a fuss or not is secondary.

Fu Chuan's eyes showed admiration and admiration.

However, at least he still remembered to do his homework, and he didn't dare to believe that the horse had gone too far, so he continued to chat with Xie Qinghe about writing.

Xie Qinghe didn't restrain him at all, he wanted to do his homework, he would teach him if he wanted to ask, he would refill him some tea occasionally, he lit an extra lamp and put it on the desk, and he could still stare at Fu Chuan's homework, seeing that he wrote well It's almost done, just point to the next sentence.

After Fu Chuan finished writing the ancient prose for the second time, Xie Qinghe read it from the beginning to the end, so there was no need to re-examine it.

"I can't mention you any more." Xie Qinghe picked up the ink stick and re-studied some ink for Fu Chuan.

The third time is to copy the secret copy.

It is obvious that Fu Chuan will write by dictation and cannot dictate to him.

The secret characters are similar to talismans, and it takes a lot of energy to write them. Xie Qinghe has a very difficult time transcribing the secret books, and often can't write three or five characters for most of the day.Fu Chuan knew how to write, but writing was painful.

Fu Chuan gritted his teeth and insisted on writing three words. Half an hour passed, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead again.

Xie Qinghe frowned slightly.

It took time and effort for him to record the secret book, because most of his cultivation was used to suppress the group of demons, and he did it purely with a mortal body.Putting Yun on his body was much faster.Fu Chuan's cultivation is naturally not as good as Yun Chao's, but it shouldn't be so painful to write.

——The ones who are not easy, the parents of the gods, are all senior brothers.

This secret word has been stuck for a long time, and I can't write it well.

Xie Qinghe has already seen that the difficulty of Fu Chuan is not that he consumes energy, but that he has not practiced well in guarding his heart.When writing this secret word, he has been thinking wildly.When it comes to the few strokes of "big brother", my mind is distracted, my energy is erratic, and I can't write anything.

However, this also involves the junior brother's own understanding, so it is not easy to give direct instructions.

Xie Qinghe accompanied him patiently, and still didn't urge him, even his slightly frowning brows were smoothed away in an instant, without showing a trace of anxiety.

However, after a long time, even if Xie Qinghe remained silent, Fu Chuan himself became anxious.He wiped his sweat with his elbow, bit the end of his pen, and stood up suddenly.

Xie Qinghe didn't interfere with how he vented his meditation, and comforted him: "Don't worry, take your time. The first time will always be more difficult."

Fu Chuan walked around the room, and finally took out the feather duster from the vase, knelt down in front of Xie Qinghe, gritted his teeth and said, "I beg for advice from senior brother." He couldn't restrain his mind. You can only plead guilty first, and then ask for help.

Xie Qinghe lightly tossed the feather duster and flew into the vase again.

Fu Chuan looked up in puzzlement.

"It doesn't have much to do with keeping one's heart. You just have to think about it, is it the fairy parents, or the concubine's plaything?" Xie Qinghe said.

The Dao that Fu Chuan abides by has been recognized since he was very young. At that time, he didn't understand human affairs at all, so how could he have a love of youth in his Dao heart?It is the fairy parents who are guarding, but when entering the secret words, what I think about is the erotic dream. Naturally, I can't unite my mind and mind, and my writing skills are bound to be weak.

But Fu Chuan was trapped in it, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking and wanting for a while.

Xie Qinghe just said one sentence, and it was like a slap in the face, which instantly woke him up: "I understand!"

He returned to the desk and sat down, concentrated on his pen, and wrote the secret word in two or three strokes.

The moment the word was formed, Fan Mo had a flash of inspiration, which disappeared in an instant.Fu Chuan didn't notice it, Xie Qinghe watched the ray of spiritual light fly into Fu Chuan's body, and didn't make a sound.Now that Fu Chuan is in a state of vigorously writing, it is not beautiful to be alarmed.

It took Fu Chuan more than an hour to write the first four secret words, and it took only an hour to write the last 21 secret words.

It was late at night when I finished writing.

Fu Chuan rested his pen and stretched his shoulders and neck. When the ink was dry, he handed over his homework to Xie Qinghe: "Look, senior brother!"

Xie Qinghe didn't read the secret words he wrote, and said: "It's getting late, go to bed."

Fu Chuan was taken aback: "Huh?"

Sleeping after teaching Faben?Don't you have to carry the meritorious deeds?Let me practice by myself for the first time, don't worry about me going crazy?

Xie Qinghe had already made the bed, and said: "I will teach you the method of refining essence tomorrow. You still rest tonight, and I will watch for you."

"I have to..." Fu Chuan wanted to say that my profound pond was empty, and he had to practice some kung fu. Suddenly, he found that the hunger, thirst and insufficiency coming from the depths of his profound pond had disappeared. Moreover, just as the thought arose, he found himself He was able to look inside!There is also a lot of true energy in the profound pond!

"Eldest brother, why is this? I obviously haven't cultivated..."

Xie Qinghe scooped up water to wash his pen, sorted out the book case, and explained: "Why didn't you practice? Are these copied for nothing?"

Fu Chuan has already started to play with the extra zhenyuan in his profound pond, controlling the zhenyuan to run into his arms for a while, and his chest cavity for a while, playing with his limbs and bones for a while, and began to seek it out of the body, directly condensing the zhenyuan on his fingertips , Slapped out an oil lamp.

A cluster of fine smoke curled up from the wick, puffing Xie Qinghe's face.

The blue veins on Xie Qinghe's forehead bulged visibly with the naked eye.

Fu Chuan was so frightened that he turned around quickly, jumped on the bed in a hurry, and covered his face with the quilt.

If other juniors were so naughty, Xie Qinghe would have scolded him with a straight face.Only Fu Chuan is very different.Seeing him going to bed in a hurry, Xie Qinghe smiled again, lowered his head and continued to pack the manuscripts copied by Fu Chuan, and blew out the other lamp on the desk.

Fu Chuan covered the quilt and hid for a while. Seeing that Xie Qinghe didn't come to question him, he felt embarrassed and got up embarrassingly.

"Eldest brother." He followed behind Xie Qinghe.

"Eldest brother is more terrifying than senior uncle?" Xie Qinghe couldn't help asking him.

When the two got along as uncles and nephews, Fu Chuan was also very respectful to Xie Qinghe, taking good care of him but not so careful.Occasionally there are some incomprehensible places, as long as Xie Qinghe doesn't ask, Fu Chuan will pretend that there is no such thing and automatically expose it.

After the uncle became a senior brother, Fu Chuan's attitude became much more cautious, and he wanted to explain a single word of misunderstanding a thousand times.

Fu Chuan was even more embarrassed when he asked him: "Elder brother...it's different."

Xie Qinghe didn't ask why it was different.

This child has guarded himself as his Dao heart, how can others compare?

"I don't have much experience in turning on the lights for the first time. If you have time these few days, I will teach you how to keep your mind out of your body, so that the next time you turn on the lights, there will be no smoke." Xie Qinghe didn't blame and reprimanded, and followed Fu Chuan's mischievous guidance, and also It is entertaining and educational.

Fu Chuan wished he could hug him and yell long live senior brother, but he still didn't dare to do it, he laughed and said, "Oh."

"Don't sleep anymore, it will be dawn."

Xie Qinghe led Fu Chuan to the bed and sat down, refined the essence for him as usual, and asked him to familiarize himself with and record the practice route first.

Feeling the familiar exhaustion and tension of the kidneys and the two balls, Fu Chuan felt a bit of reluctance: "Eldest brother taught me the method of refining essence, so I will do it myself in the future?"

"This method works day and night, and it is continuous. If there is a little essence in the kidney pivot, it will be refined immediately, so there is no risk of breaking the power." Xie Qinghe explained.

It is only an emergency strategy for him to help refine the essence, and it is not particularly safe.

Fu Chuan has now established his foundation, and his physical fitness is a hundred times stronger than before.As the cultivation base increases, the speed of essence breeding will also increase.

Soon Xie Qinghe's help will be in vain.

——Just when the essence in the body is dissolved, new essence will be born immediately, which is useless.

"If you don't want to practice the Kungfu of Shou Xin, why don't you want to practice this method by yourself?" Xie Qinghe was really angry.

Fu Chuan quickly denied: "Practice, practice! There is no practice!"

Xie Qinghe has fed back the refined essence to him.

The Fu Chuan that has already established the foundation has become more troublesome than before, and Xie Qinghe has spent several times more energy than before.

Fortunately, Qin Xin stretched out today, spit out the old blood, and the body and mind relaxed a lot. At this moment, he just spit out a long mouthful of turbid air, and stood up firmly: "Go to sleep."

Fu Chuan held up two fingers.

"Sleep. How many more times do you want to talk?" Xie Qinghe asked.

"I didn't notice it before." Fu Chuan recalled the smell of the turbid air on his fingertips, and his voice was slightly lowered, "Brother refines the essence for me, and feeds all the essence back to me... I don't lose any of it every time I go in and out .It is the senior brother's cultivation that is wasted?"

"Since how old I am, my cultivation level will always be higher than yours." Xie Qinghe extinguished the last light in the house with a puff, "Sleep."

When he turned on the lamp, there wasn't a trace of fireworks, and it was so beautiful that Fu Chuan's eyes lit up.

Only the last two words already carried some warning meaning, Fu Chuan didn't dare to chatter any more, and obediently shrank into the bed and closed his eyes.

After a while.

"Big Brother."

Xie Qinghe couldn't help thinking, it won't work if it goes on like this, I have to teach the younger brother tomorrow, don't always challenge the brother's patience.

——We must respect each other.

Always ignore the words of senior brother, you don't need to sleep, why don't you let me rest?

"Teach me to write, too, okay?" Fu Chuanyin's flattering and expectant voice came from the bed.

Xie Qinghe really wanted to say something bad about it forcefully.

Can……

Idol.

Idols can't just get angry casually, that would be very insincere.

"……it is good."