My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

"Get the Tao, become a fairy..."

Yunhong thought about it, and couldn't help but mutter it.

Ange suddenly said: "He once said that Tao is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, and the success or failure of everything is determined by this. If anyone can grasp the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, he will master the Dao. After being diligent, he can reverse the law of heaven and reverse it. Qiankun is omnipotent."

Knowing that Yunhong doesn't like to confuse the past and the present, Ange always uses "he" to refer to Yuan Tiangang.

Yunhong was thoughtful.

This passage seems to be in the cloud and fog, but when you think about it carefully, it really makes sense.

Even very advanced!

The principle of heaven and earth can be understood as the laws of nature. Biological growth, change of seasons, sunrise and sunset, birth, old age, sickness and death, etc., all follow the laws of nature.

For ordinary people, the law can only be used and cannot be changed.

However, some extreme scientists who have mastered black technology can ignore the laws of nature and make achievements that violate the theory of evolution, such as cloned creatures, genetic warriors, and brand-new species.

Isn't this very similar to the "reversal of heaven" that An Ge said?

If the essence of cultivating immortals is to grasp and break the laws of nature, then what is the principle behind immortal cultivators to maintain their physical vitality and extend their lifespan infinitely?

From a medical point of view, the essence of human aging is the reduction of activity, and the birth rate of new cells cannot keep up with aging and consumption.

If cells can be kept in an active state, or the speed of birth and decay of new cells can be balanced, human aging can be fundamentally inhibited.

Some radical scientists have even proposed to accelerate the speed of cell renewal to create super biological soldiers...

So, does Reiki also transform the human body in this way?

Having said that, Yunhong remembered a detail that had been neglected all the time:

When he accompanied his grandparents to work on the mountain when he was a child, he accidentally fell and broke his left arm. Because of the limited medical conditions at that time, he left a little sequelae: his left arm was obviously not as flexible as the right arm, and the lifting range was also smaller A little, and whenever it rains on cloudy days, the injured joints will hurt.

But after he started practicing, the pain became lighter and less frequent.

Until the last breakthrough, it was clear that there were so many days of bitter wind and rain, and it was even frozen... There was no pain at all!

Yunhong raised his left arm and moved it, and then pushed back hard, gradually reaching an angle that he had never reached before.

It doesn't hurt!

Easy!

His heart was pounding, and it was healed, as flexible as his right arm, like, like it had never been hurt.

Even after internal inspection, it was found that the tendons, bones, ligaments, and nerves there were extremely perfect and healthy. The thickened periosteum left by the fracture healing was gone, and the whole bone was very smooth.

As a medical student, he knew all too well what this meant, which meant that the irreversible process in the eyes of ordinary people... could be reversed!

Isn't this against the sky?

The more questions he thought about, the deeper he dug the core. Yunhong simply sat on the spot, closing his eyes and making a draft in his mind.

His brain seemed to have become a supercomputer, filled with all kinds of wild ideas, coming and going like a lantern.

As long as it is not rainy and snowy, the sunshine in northern winter is very good.

At this time, it was approaching noon, and the ground that had been frozen all night had warmed up again, and it was very comfortable for people to stay outside in a sheltered place.

Yunhong let his thoughts diverge, listened to the twittering of the sparrows in the corner of the wall, was torn into pieces by the breeze, and was carried away crookedly...

I just felt warm in my body and in my heart, very comfortable.

Suddenly his legs sank, and he opened his eyes to see that the guardian turned back into a wolf at some point, and lay down next to him, with his thick and fluffy tail deliberately resting on his thigh.

That white hair is more snowy than snow, making people dizzy in the sunlight.

This is deliberately not to make people think.

Yunhong had no choice but to hold it by the tail and put it down.

But a few seconds later, the tail dawdled up again.

Get it down and come back.

Looking up, the white wolf was quietly lying on his paws, eyes closed, long eyelashes drooping, as if asleep.

But every time I looked over, those big furry ears shook, stirring up a field of light and dust.

Those spots of light, those bright spots, are like fish swimming in the pool, swimming away with the flow of air.

Yunhong: "..."

Are you playing a rogue?

The white wolf didn't move.

Don't ask the wolf, the wolf doesn't know anything.

Yunhong stretched out his hand and pinched the pointed wolf's ears, "It's fine, why don't you be a human again?"

Bai Lang lazily opened his eyes, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with these words.

The snow-white fur was quickly tanned by the sun to become fluffier, and each hair tip was shining and shiny, as if it was made by nature.

It was very much like a self-heating leather electric mattress. After Yunhong had licked it twice, he was reluctant to throw it out.

Forget it, there's nothing wrong with that...

Where did I think of it just now?

Ah, Dao Dao, Xiu Xian, Yun Hong managed to pack up his scattered thoughts and continued to think, still stroking the smooth fur in his hands.

The white wolf watched quietly, the blue pupils were so soft that they were about to drip water.Delight made it's heart full of soft flowers, puff puff puff chi, almost dripping sweet honey.

This scene was so familiar, it felt as if it saw the Taoist from thousands of years ago again.

That person also tried his best to explore the details that ordinary people don't take seriously, and made assumptions that were beyond the times...

For a moment, the white wolf almost thought that everyone hadn't changed, and he was both grateful and terrified.

No, he still changed.

Taoists in the past were not as easy to fool as they are now...

He is a fairy, a tall ice flower, like a ray of wind, a cloud, unstoppable, uncatchable; but it is just a beast drinking blood, just peeking at it from a distance, trembling with excitement.

Following him for countless days and nights, a certain longing in the depths of the white wolf's heart grew wildly in the silent night like weeds on the prairie.

That desire is primitive and despicable, with naked/naked/naked desire/desire, like moss in the shadows, wet and dark.

It is rejoicing, rejoicing that it met a fairy in its short life; at the same time, it despises itself, thinking that such an unspeakable desire is so daring and wishful thinking...

But the current human being has invisibly fueled the greed that has been silent for a long time.

The reincarnated him lost the sharp edges and corners, and became soft and warm, like a piece of chicken cake dripping with honey, so fragrant and sweet that he couldn't help but want to poke it a few more times...

The ambitions it had buried for many years were like a piece of dried moss, lifeless, but just a few drops of unexpected rain brought them back to life, and in a corner deep in their hearts, they grew wildly.

In the evening, Yunhong went to see Grandpa Hua and Grandma Hua.

Before leaving Wangyan Terrace, he also bought a lot of traditional pastries from well-known local dim sum shops, stuffing two big gift boxes full.

Anyway, it's a trip out.

The two old people were very happy, "Yangyang said that you went to play with your classmates, that's what you should do, the children are family members, don't stay at home all the time, it's not good."

This kid is sensible from an early age.

When I was young, other children in the same village were clamoring to go out to play and buy this and that all day long, but he stayed at home honestly, helping his grandparents to the orchard on hot days.

A child's skin is delicate, and after one summer, his body will be sunburned and his skin will be as black as small coal balls.

Yunhong vaguely agreed, feeling a little guilty.

Whenever he was not at home, it was Huayang who helped to cover it up. Even if he was "looking for someone" before, Huayang didn't dare to let the two old people know, for fear of worrying.

Seeing the pastry gift box, Grandma Hua scolded: "Look at you, you don't make money yourself, so just come, and bring anything."

Yunhong smiled and said, "I earned money, grandma, and this is bought with the money from part-time jobs."

Grandma Hua shook her head, "That can't be spent indiscriminately, it's not easy for you to earn some money, you should save it to marry a wife."

It can be said to be the most simple and sincere wish of the older generation.

Yunhong: "..."

He is afraid that he will not be able to marry a wife in his life.

Even if he can't continue to break through in the future, at least he can live for three to five hundred years. What kind of wife can bear such consumption?

Grandpa Hua put on his reading glasses, held the snack box and carefully looked at it again and again, "My child is so thoughtful, I bought it all, I won't allow it next time, ouch, this is a famous brand, I've heard of it, it's quite expensive, right? "

Yunhong was afraid that the old man would not be willing to eat after putting it away, so he took it apart directly, took out two pieces of each and put it on a plate.

"Try it."

It was all taken apart, and there was really no way to refuse.

Grandma Hua patted him, then muttered a few words in a low voice, disliked him for not being able to live a good life.But in the end, he was happy, took a piece of puff pastry jujube cake and said with a smile: "This is the kind of dim sum that is delicious. Now the ones sold outside are all Western ones. I don't like sweet ones."

As people get older, their tastes become more picky and nostalgic.

Grandpa Hua took a piece of peach cake, carefully held it and broke it in half, handed the larger piece to his wife, and happily took a bite, "This is more delicate than what we made back then."

The filling of the jujube cake is smooth and smooth, like sand, and it melts in the mouth with the milky meringue.

Taosu looks rough, but has a gentle inside. When the lips are pressed lightly, a large piece is lifted in the mouth, and the tongue is rolled and squeezed, and it slides into the esophagus.

There are also beef tongue cakes with salt and pepper flavor, pot helmets filled with hawthorn, fragrant soufflé...

The old man has a small appetite, so the old couple exchanged each other, tasted a little of each, and they were almost finished.

While eating, Huayang came back.

Grandma Hua hurriedly showed off to him, "Look at Xiaohong, what Babaer brought back for us."

Huayang: "..."

He knew that once Xiaohong was around, his genuine grandson would be at the back.

However, there are two boxes in total. According to past habits, it is estimated that his grandparents will let him take one box home.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the old lady put away the unopened box with great care, and she muttered to herself, "Keep it well, don't get wet, and keep it for guests later."

Huayang: "..."

I'm not your eldest grandson, am I?

Thinking of this, Hua Yang angrily took a piece of peach cake, swallowed more than half of it in one gulp, and pouted at Yunhong, meaning to go down to the hall and talk.

Most of the housing buildings in Baishi Village maintain the old-fashioned style. There are hearths and stoves in the hall of the main house as soon as you enter the door.

The chimneys start from here and transport the hot air to everywhere, which is very warm.

The chubby hot water pot is always sitting on the stove, and white water vapor is blowing out of the winding spout, like a never-ending little train.

Yunhong followed, took the ashes hook from the wall, bent down and pulled it under the stove, "Grandpa said, there are sweet potatoes simmering in it, let me take it out and eat."

While talking, as expected, two gray sweet potatoes were pulled out.

He is not afraid of being scalded now, so he directly grabs the ashes with his hands and breaks them apart with a little force, revealing the honey-like reddish-brown melon flesh inside.

Yunhong took a bite, and handed the other half to Huayang who was still holding half a piece of peach cake, "Do you want to eat?"

A few minutes later, the two sat in front of the stove together with their legs crossed, their faces turned orange red by the flames dancing in the hearth.

Yunhong gnawed on the sweet potato, and next to him lay Heizi who was trying to overcome the suppression of the white wolf's breath. Occasionally, he tore off a small piece and blew it cool, and threw it over.

Woohoo, the terrible smell on humans is getting stronger!

Woohoo, it's delicious!

Canines are afraid of burning their tongues, and Yunhong's behavior of blowing cold before feeding is deeply loved by dogs.

The quality of this sweet potato is excellent, and the sweetness is extremely pure. Even with Yunhong's prickly tongue now, he can't say anything bad.

Hua Yang slowly gnawed on the sweet potato with his teeth that still had the scent of peach crisp, and was a little confused for a moment, who is the grandson of this family?

Why am I here?

While nibbling sweet potatoes, he looked at Yunhong, who he hadn't seen for a long time, and felt that this kid seemed to have changed a lot.

His eyes are different, more calm.

It seems that in the past period of time, he has really experienced a lot.

After a long while, after eating the sweet potatoes, Hua Yang asked, "Before you..."

Yunhong, who had finished eating sweet potatoes, was stroking the dog. He paused when he heard this, looked at him seriously and said, "Brother, actually, I'm a civil servant."

Hua Yang's expression was very complicated, and he said half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Do you want to do performance art?"

In fact, he had already vaguely guessed that the higher-level unit had been vague twice in a row.

The world is too big, and there are too many unknown parts of human beings. There are always many secrets that are not suitable for public disclosure.

During his service, he also participated in classified missions, so he understands this feeling very well.

Just as Yunhong was about to explain in detail, Hua Yang hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, "Don't say what you shouldn't say, I understand, there are confidentiality regulations, don't break the rules."

Yunhong couldn't help but laugh, "The secrecy is not that strong."

The Bureau really doesn't have any strict secrecy regulations. The main reason is that even if this kind of thing is told, most people don't believe it.

Even if you believe it, you can't learn it easily.

Hua Yang rubbed his legs habitually, and gave him a "don't care for me" look.

Yunhong followed his movements and looked over, his eyes resting on his knees.

Before that, Huayang was a border guard, and he had to fight against enemies both openly and secretly all year round. The natural conditions were also extremely difficult. In winter, it could easily reach minus [-] or [-] degrees.It snowed heavily for more than half a month, and the wind and goose feathers covered the sky with heavy snow, making it impossible for people to stand.

The soldiers had to patrol through the waist-deep snow, their hands, feet, heads and faces were all frozen.

Over the years, I have been sick at a young age, and few joints are healed.

The stove was burning straw, and the joints were relatively thick. With a crackling sound, a few sparks burst out from inside.

Hua Yang fiddled with the iron hook twice, and saw Yunhong took one of the sweet potatoes piled up in the corner, and continued to input spiritual power.

The dead cells were reactivated, and the sweet potatoes, which should have been turned into food and disappeared into human stomachs, ushered in a new turning point.

A step further than the previous big persimmon tree, its life is condensed into a short moment, and it is displayed in front of human beings like a revolving lantern.

Hua Yang watched helplessly as the limp sweet potatoes revived, and then quickly germinated, took root, stalked, bloomed, and finally produced a large pile of fresh and juicy sweet potatoes under his nose.