/p>      There is a small temple without a plaque hanging on the top of Hengshan Mountain. Outside the temple is a towering old cypress, lush and full of ancient meaning.

The lights inside and outside the small temple are brightly lit, and lanterns are hung. Outside the temple, there are dozens of men and women who look like servants and maids, gathering in groups of three or two, whispering.

There were five or six men in the temple who were drinking, from age to age of twentieth. They had their faces flushed and laughed loudly. The wine jars in Kaifeng were scattered all over the ground. These men should be from a serious gentry, speaking well, criticizing current affairs, and marching. During this period, there were men who had enough fun to drink, so they simply exposed their chests and abdomen, raised their wine glass high, turned to look at the clay statue of the Qing Niang in the shrine, and laughed: "Whether you are a god or a ghost, I am not afraid. As long as you dare to reveal your true identity, I dare to invite you to drink the wine in the glass together! Haha, Qing Niang, if you really want to walk down from the altar tonight, you will definitely have a beautiful talk when it is spread out in the future. The incense will only become more and more prosperous. I will do it first!"

The man, who was drunk, burping, trembling slowly, raised his head and drank wine, and most of it fell on his body and the ground.

Friends around him kept making jokes and making fun of others, and they were even more vigilant. Some people threatened to carry the statue of the Qing Empress, and they would sleep with the statue tonight. The gods and men dreamed of spring together. This was the real beautiful talk. These disrespectful words caused greater laughter.

A sigh in the small temple was silent.

A breeze blew, and everyone was drinking and didn't notice any abnormalities.

———

Halfway through the mountain, Chen Ping'an, who was practicing the sword furnace, moved his mind and looked down. Someone came slowly on the ground with a branch, a remnant of the Lu family named Xie Xie.

Chen Ping'an was about to leave the branch when he saw the girl raising her head and smiling, shaking the branches, her voice naturally and charming, "You don't have to come down, we can chat on it."

The girl began to run lightly, with her toes on her feet, jumped up high, stepped on a big tree, and ejected backwards, stepping on another tree. After repeated, her body continued to rise. She stepped on several steps, and then she came to the branch near the big tree that Chen Ping'an had set up. She looked like a martial artist.

Thank you for sitting sideways on the branch, shaking your feet, and smiling, "You are a martial artist, I am a Qi training man, we are different. In the eyes of Qi training man who is above the top, martial artists are the kind of people who do not have the talent for practicing Taoism. The reason why they practice martial arts is just a helpless choice to settle for the second best. Since you have nine realms in martial arts, you are also teased as the lower nine levels, which is a bit similar to a monk who regards himself as a pure stream and regards martial artists as a lowly clerk. In the end, both sides are disgusted with each other and feel annoyed."

Chen Ping'an asked, "Why did Miss Xie tell me this?"

She put the branch in her hand horizontally on her legs and said straight to the point: "Cui Dongshan is probably desperate. He caught a small temple and burned incense. He found me privately and said that as long as he could help him say a few good words in front of you, even if you still don't agree to accept him as a student, he would give me a treasure. Of course, I was envious of his masterless flying sword. Cui Dongshan refused, and only wanted to give me a bamboo flute after the matter was accomplished. He showed me the appearance of the flute. It was a veritable fish and insect flute. It was once the secret treasure of the Lu Dynasty's palace and one of the earliest contract tokens to form an alliance with the founding emperor of the Lu family. I am a woman, and of course I like all the beautiful and eye-catching things in the world. I'm here to find you."

Someone disturbed her, so Chen Ping'an stopped practicing stakes. She sat on the branch like her, sitting in a straight position, looking at her, "Miss Xie, continue talking, I'm listening."

Thank you for your smile, "I've finished talking about it. I've talked about the difference between pure martial artists and monks on the mountain before, but I was afraid of the cold and wanted to throw bricks and attract jade. To be honest, Cui Dongshan hits the wall and touches his nose again and again. I usually watch coldly and feel relieved. It's really my turn to talk to you, and I'll have a headache, for fear that you won't listen to anything and reject me. Then the fish and insect flute that is about to be handed over will grow wings and fly away."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "If Cui Dongshan asks, I will prove that Miss Xie, you have already asked for love. If possible, can Miss Xie say something about martial arts?"

The girl squinted her eyes and looked at the boy's face, as if she wanted to see through the boy's feet at first sight, and said softly: "I just heard about martial arts, and there is nothing that cannot be said. The reason why I know these furs is because of the lower five realms of Qi training, which is actually unable to escape from the category of skin, flesh, muscles, bones and bodies. This is also the reason why it is called the "lower five realms".

She stretched out a finger and pointed at several places on Chen Ping'an's body. "There are more than 300 Qifu acupoints in the human body, connected to each other, like mountains. The first level of your martial arts entry into the Mud Embryonic realm is to find that breath, and then help it find the Qifu acupoints that are most suitable for inhabiting and nourishing. The level of talent can be reflected here. Someone must have told you about these, right?"

Chen Ping'an was listening to the girl's story attentively. After hearing her question, he replied: "I have roughly heard people talk about these things before, but I don't mind listening to them a few more times, so Miss Xie, please continue, don't worry if I have heard them."

The girl subconsciously patted the branches gently, raised her chin slightly, and looked at a place higher than Chen Ping'an. "The so-called martial arts genius, one is that she can find that breath when she is extremely young. Secondly, the Qifu acupoint it selected is not an unusual location, but some key acupoints that are inherently advantageous, just like someone occupying small earth buns in the wilderness ridge or a mass grave that is unwelcome to the public, some occupying the Hongzhu Town, which is about to rush to the water and land, and some people directly occupying the Dali Jingcheng. The scenes of the three are naturally different. Thirdly, the thickness, thickness, length and length of the breath itself are all divided into high and low. Otherwise, if your Qifu is located in Dali Jingcheng, but without the ability to explore potential, it will be meaningless. Can you understand this? "

Chen Ping'an said: "It's still understandable."

"The so-called natal flying sword of Cui Dongshan before meant that the sword cultivators warmed up in the natal acupoints of our qi practitioners merged with the soul of the sword cultivator. The natal flying sword left his body to kill the enemy, which is a real sword. When he returned to the acupoint, he turned into something nothing. It was very mysterious. My master once said that in fact, a human Qifu acupoint can be regarded as a blessing in the cave under the sky, and it has the innate power of "square inch" magic. Therefore, he practiced hard in the acquired world. Once the joints are opened, whether it is the natal flying sword or other magic weapons, no matter how big you are as big as a mountain, you can accommodate it."

"The second realm of your martial arts is to use the natal acupoints as the starting point, and start to expand the road around them, turning the originally rugged and narrow meridians into spacious official roads. Why are there so many martial arts in the world? It is because the method of opening mountains and roads is different. Where to start, which road to take, and how to take shortcuts, each school has secret secrets that are secretly passed down, such as the meridians opened by martial artists who practice boxing are very different from swords, guns, swords and halberds. Chen Ping'an, I can see that you are laying the foundation in the second realm now. No wonder you have to practice boxing and stances diligently every day, standing in stances, and at your speed, I believe that you will soon be able to enter the third realm. By the way, can I know where your natal acupoints are?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "No."

The girl wrinkled her nose and muttered, "Stingy."

However, when she thought of the miserable experience of Cui Feng, a young master of the Dali National Master, the girl immediately felt that it was normal for Chen Ping'an to refuse her with such a personality. To put it bluntly, Chen Ping'an's temper was called the stone in the pit, which was smelly and hard. To put it nicely, it was a tough heart and unmoved.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked, "Why did Miss Xie say that I can reach the third realm soon?"

Thank you for blurting out: "You martial artists only use one breath to exchange for killing power at the price of harming their bodies. As long as you want to prolong your life, you must enter the sixth realm early. You can nourish your soul and spirit every day and feed your body. If you delay too long in the second and third realms, that innate true energy will become increasingly exhausted. Every time you fight with someone, you will be seriously injured, it will be a rushing energy to rush. Therefore, countless stupid people who practice boxing to death will be countless in the world. Even those who practice martial arts in the noble family can soak their bodies in precious medicinal materials to heal their injuries. It is still a symptom but not the root cause, and it cannot truly benefit a person's soul. Although his martial arts skills are not high and he cannot achieve immortality, once he reaches the peak of martial arts, he will reach the ninth realm or even the legendary realm, and the tenth realm, then it is not difficult to live for one or two hundred years."

Chen Ping'an retorted: "This is not completely true. People with good talents can be quick. People like me who are poor in qualifications are more anxious, the more likely they make mistakes. It is better to do it step by step and not take a wrong step. Then every step will be useful. Moreover, I am not practicing martial arts to pursue those very high levels, but just... strengthen my body."

When Chen Ping'an's words came to his mouth, he changed into a subtle statement. To be precise, Chen Ping'an was using boxing to sacrifice his life.

After Cai Jinjian used vicious methods to secretly smash the Bridge of Changsheng, Chen Ping'an's physical strength was not easy to feel, except for the blockage and disconnection of the road of cultivation, and his lips and teeth were cold. Later, the Qidun Mountain battle was severely damaged, and the life span was finally increased, and it was wiped out. Fortunately, he went south all the way south and relied on a large number of stances every day. Chen Ping'an had accumulated some of his wealth and could clearly feel his physical improvement. He was like a body with air leaks from all sides of a broken house, which was still useful in patching up the seams.

The girl smiled and said, "The speed of martial arts practice varies from person to person. If you think it is better to play steadily, I don't think there is any problem."

Thank you, as a Qi practitioner, I have only a little understanding of martial arts. Many times I am used to applying my practice to martial arts. Although her vision is higher than that of Zhu He, many subtleties are definitely not as accurate and thorough as Zhu He, a martial artsman in the fifth realm. What's more, Zhu He was praised as a "wise master" by the ancestor of the Li family on Fulu Street, and his evaluation is far above the famous master, which shows Zhu He's power. However, Zhu He is limited by the foundation of the Li family in a small town, which is located in a corner. Like most martial artists in the rivers and lakes at the foot of the mountain, he firmly believes in the martial arts master who firmly believes in the ninth realm, and has come to an end, so he praises the ninth realm as the end.

In fact, there is also the tenth realm above the nine realms. The difference between the ninety realms is very large, which is even greater than the gap between the sixth realm and the ninth realm.

Martial arts are not related to the great way. Even if the body is tempered to be stronger than the Buddhist Vajra Invincible, it is still difficult to have a great future. At least this life span is a real big bottleneck.

Because of this, in the eyes of Qi practitioners, those who practice martial arts are helpless choices that do not have the talent for practicing Taoism, and they are helpless choices to settle for the second best. Because martial arts are divided into nine realms, they are ridiculed as the lower nine levels, monks are pure streams, and martial arts are clerks. Both sides are disgusted with each other and feel annoyed.

If martial arts is not related to the great way, even if the body is tempered to be stronger than the Buddhist Vajra Invincible, it is still difficult to have a great future. It will be a hundred years old and last for two hundred years, and then it will still be a pair of insignificant dry bones.

Chen Ping'an asked curiously: "Thank you, a qi-training man, as a free and easy mountain god, you also need to exercise your body like a martial arts practitioner?"

In the town, Ning Yao reminded him that people like Cai Jinjian of Yunxia Mountain and Fu Nanhua of Laolong City were bound by the rules of magic in the town, but their toughness was far more tough than ordinary people. It was easy to kill Chen Ping'an with one punch, and if Chen Ping'an was not on the vital point, it would be difficult to kill the other party.

After hearing the four words "Free and Freedom", the girl pulled the corners of her mouth, and her agile eyes were full of bitterness. After hiding this feeling of discouragement, she patiently explained: "Cultivating Qi and refining Qi is the most important thing. The body can only be considered easy to do. Well, it is not appropriate to say that. How can I say that, a porcelain bowl cannot hold ten kilograms of wine, but a priceless square object, the size of a porcelain bowl can carry hundreds of kilograms of wine. Our Qi training men are to pull the vitality of heaven and earth to pour it, to sharpen the skin, flesh, bones and blood of the body, and cast the porcelain bowl firmly. If the skin of Qi training men is too delicate and fragile, it will definitely ruin the great event of immortality."

After saying this, the girl was no longer willing to talk and began to remain silent. Taking advantage of the moonlight, she turned her head to look at the scenery outside Hengshan.

Chen Ping'an did not disturb the girl's thoughts.

Of course, Chen Ping'an, who had no ink in his stomach, couldn't say this, but of course he understood this truth.

So Chen Ping'an would never reveal a word to outsiders about the scene where his acupoints and breath are wandering in his body.

The sword energy taught by Aliang stopped eighteen times, and he kept his mouth shut.

In fact, the energy in the body was like a fire dragon wandering, and changed the situation hesitated before, and finally chose two qi palaces as habitats. One up and down, one of the "mansions" was the acupoints where Qidun Mountain personally killed the white python. After the sword energy disappeared, the acupoints were located. When the sword energy left, the acupoints were like a treasure and quickly settled in it. The stay time was far more than the acupoints near the lower dantian.

Then Chen Ping'an cooperated with the breathing method taught by Old Man Yang in his early years to try to make every breath of walking on the stubble, passing by, or approaching the eighteen stops passing through the major acupoints.

Every time Chen Ping'an practices boxing, others can see it at a glance.

However, Chen Ping'an's almost stubborn breathing method may not be able to see the great efforts.

Old Man Yao said something during his lifetime that could make the boy in Nipin Lane remember it for the rest of his life.

It should be yours, so take it and don’t throw it away. It shouldn’t be yours, so don’t even think about it.

In the past, Chen Ping'an was poor and thought more about the next sentence. Now that he has some family background and has begun to pursue something, the previous sentence begins to come in handy.

I, Chen Ping'an, want to do everything well and do the best!

He often tells himself silently.

The boy from the straw sandals went south and changed his straw sandals one after another. Even though he had seen many fresh scenery, the first truths that he knew were big and small, but there were only a few of them coming and going, and none of them were lost.

It seems that I have been afraid of being poor since I was a child. In the eyes of others, the words that may be useless are particularly valuable in the empty-handed young men in the Mud Bottle Lane. As time goes by, they will only become more valuable. When dealing with people, they will think of them. When there is no one around, they also like to take them out and chew them.

The Great Li, one of the Confucian elementary classics, says: The destiny of heaven is called nature, the destiny of nature is called Tao, and the cultivation of Tao is called teaching. Tao cannot be separated in a moment; it can be separated, but it is not Tao.

One day, Li Baoping explained this saint's teaching to Chen Ping'an. The young man in white who never showed up walked out of the carriage and came to the two of them silently. After listening, he left silently.

However, the little girl read the script at that time and spoke in a general and rigid manner. Chen Ping'an was even more confused and the two quickly skipped the festival.

At this moment, the girl suddenly said, "Don't worry about me, Chen Ping'an, you go first."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Cui Dongshan said that there is a very likely charm in this Hengshan Mountain. It's so late, Miss Xie, please be careful yourself."

The girl smiled and said, "Although I am a young monk in the lower five realms now, I still have some self-protection methods at the critical moment of life and death, so don't worry."

After Chen Ping'an slid along the tree trunk to the ground, he moved forward slowly with a stake that was shaking the mountain, and the tension was relaxed and relaxed.

The originally simple external boxing postures have made the boy a little smooth and internal atmosphere.

The girl held the branch and gently patted her knees. The young man in white stood elusively on a nearby high branch. It was exactly where Chen Ping'an had originally set up a stake in the sword furnace. The branches under his feet swayed gently, and the young man's figure rose and fell.

Cui Xuan faced outside the mountain and waved his hand, and a bamboo flute swung toward the girl, thanking her. The latter reached out to catch it, looked down at her, with a complicated look.

Thank you, "After walking, it's been nearly 20 years. If even the National Master can't see through Chen Ping'an's nature? Follow your instructions, let me chat with Chen Ping'an and allow me to say whatever I think about, but what can I talk about?"

The boy in white looked into the distance and whispered: "When Chen Ping'an saw me, his spirit would instinctively shrink, just like a pass. When he saw wolf smoke warning, he would go into seclusion and martial law. Usually, he would be more sincere when he dated Li Baoping and the other three, but it was not enough. Someone needed to talk to him about some important home-style words."

Thank you for asking tentatively: "Where is the true bottom line of Chen Ping'an who wants to determine Chen Ping'an?"

The boy answered the question irrelevantly, with a look of pain on his face, "The old man imprinted some words on my soul. I only know for the time being that they will extremely amplify a certain emotion of my emotions and appear to be natural, but it looks really terrifying when looking back. If it weren't for Old Man Yang reminding me, I might have taken it for granted."

The girl smiled and said, "Do you want the national teacher to learn to treat others with sincerity?"

Cui Xian did not turn his head and said indifferently: "Little girl, I advise you not to talk sarcasticly. My patience has a bottom line. Chen Ping'an, I can't do anything about him, otherwise he would have died a hundred times. As for a little guy like you who can only go with the flow, no one erects a monument to go to the grave after death, if I really want to crush you to death, it would be a matter of one foot."

The girl was silent.

Cui Xuan took one hand and twisted his wrist, "Yu Lu is much smarter and more pleasing than you."

The girl dared not talk nonsense anymore.

Maybe it was because she had gone too steadily and the young master around her, the words and deeds of the young man, made her look down on her and unaware of it.

The young man looked confused and said to himself: "The Tao is high, the Buddhism is far away, and the rules are great. It can be said that each of them has established the foundation. How can the other schools of thought compete with these three schools? How can they establish the teachings? I really don't have a chance? I really want to learn from Qi Jingchun and rely on my knowledge to be independent from the old man's knowledge portal. But the problem is that I did this at the beginning, and even felt that I had found the right path, but old man slapped me to death. What do you want me? You said!"

The boy couldn't help but burst into tears again.

At this moment, the scene fell in the girl's eyes of thanking her, and there was no more ridiculousness. Instead, I wish I was a deaf person and didn't hear anything.

The boy turned his head in tears and smiled, "Little bitch, you owe me my life again. Remember, I will pay it back in the future."

———

When Chen Ping'an returned to the cowhide tent, he suddenly became a little overwhelmed.

There is an extra strange face in the team.

She was wearing a white dress, with skin that was better than snow, her lips were blue, and her temperament was faint, not like a living person.

The woman was sitting by the campfire and was playing chess with Lin Shou. The vague Yin God sat cross-legged and stared at the situation on the chessboard.

Li Baoping also squatted aside. The little girl did not have the awareness of watching chess without saying anything. Whether it was Lin Shouyi or a strange woman, she would comment on anyone who made the move.

Only Yu Lu guarded the carriage and did not get close to the bonfire.
To be continued...