Chapter 5

Under the dark mud wall, an oil lamp flashed a faint light.

Wang Chen was dragged to the old man's firewood house. The old man was not vague and brazenly came to look for antiques. Open the dry firewood above, and below is a wooden box. The box is full of dust. It looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a long time.

The dark red wood paint on the wooden box occasionally fell, revealing purple wood.

How can Wang Chen say that the children of the gang have seen some of the market. Red sandalwood, this is excellent wood. It's only a few dozen liang of silver in a short section. If this box is new, it's worth 1000 Liang! Wang Chen put away his banter and stared at the wooden box. The old man's face was also solemn. He brushed the dust off the top a few times before he carried the box out of the wood house with Wang Chen.

There are few things in the box. The covers of the books we talked about are yellow, antique and fragrant. It's obviously an old thing. The old man solemnly picked up a few books and said sadly, "other things left by our ancestors have long gone. Now only these ancient books are left.".

Wang Chen stared at the ancient book and looked interested. The old man then said, "I've seen it with my husband, but except for a few articles, it's a record of myths and anecdotes." the old man showed a helpless expression and was very lonely. There was nothing left of his ancestral glory.

Wang Chen was not disappointed, but very interested. Since the beginning of his wandering career, Wang Chen has rarely read books. His childhood reading memory is still a good memory in his heart, so he bowed his hands and said, "Sir, can you show me this book?" the old man's life was saved by Wang Chen. He didn't know how to repay him. He promised.

In the evening, the insects kept chirping, and the bright moonlight hung in the sky. The night was quiet. Next to an oil lamp, Wang Chen turned to borrow the old man's ancient books. The first two books were nothing. I read them when I was a child. After opening the last book, Wang Chen became interested.

The ancient book fragrance came, and the book color was yellow like dry leaves. Wang Chen secretly said that this book was older than the first two. Turning to the first page, Wang Chen was stunned by the words on it. "Xiuxian saw and heard", Wang Chen showed a curious look and slowly read the ancient book page by page.

A new world opens to Wang Chen.

This book is about a casual cultivation of immortals. The book says that he himself is a casual practitioner without doors and schools. An immortal refers to a person who constantly absorbs the spirit of heaven and earth in order to pursue longevity and strength. If you want to become an immortal, you must at least have spiritual roots.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen still remembered the three hatred of Jian Chi. He got the fairy fate, but he had no spiritual root. He was really helpless.

The immortal doesn't know how the spiritual roots come from. However, the spiritual roots are mainly divided into five common spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and the variant spiritual roots of thunder, wind and ice. The types of spiritual roots directly affect the achievements of monks. A person with a single spiritual root will practice 2-3 times as much as double spiritual roots, 6-8 times as much as three spiritual roots, 14-16 times as much as four spiritual heels, and 28-30 times as many as five spiritual roots, It can be imagined that there is a gap between the difficulty and ease of spiritual root cultivation. At the same time, the spiritual power of those with fewer spiritual roots is generally more pure, and the magic power released is also more powerful.

Cultivation is divided into Qi training, foundation building and pill binding. The part behind the golden pill is not mentioned in the book. Although the author of the book practiced all his life, it was only in the middle of his practice. After living for more than 100 years, he turned into a piece of loess.

The book mentions that the various techniques of cultivating truth are complex. The more common ones are refining medicine, making talismans, and practicing utensils. Refining medicine is to refine various kinds of pills that can increase accomplishments or treat injuries. Making runes is to make runes and seal characters that can be issued instantly. Practicing tools is to refine weapons used by monks, such as magic tools. As for what is on the magic tools, the book doesn't say.

However, it is mentioned in the book that magic weapons are different from mortal weapons. Mortal weapons are divided into ordinary, ten practice, hundred practice and divine soldiers. The weapons of monks are more precious. They are quenched by the powerful flame of monks. At the same time, they are used in arrays. It can be said that even ordinary magic weapons are more powerful than divine soldiers.

This person is good at making talismans, but what he said is good at is only relative to those who can't. his cultivation in the middle of Qi practice can make not many talismans and seal characters, but only a few often. At the end of the book, there are three methods of making talismans and accepting Qi.

However, making runes is at least the monk with aura in the Dantian, and then combined with the aura in his own body, attract the external aura to seal the spell on the rune paper. Receiving Qi is not the immortal Dharma at all, but the way for the monk to feel the aura of heaven and earth and judge his own spiritual root when he began to practice. There is no running route and method after inhaling Reiki into the body, which means Wang Chen can't practice immortal Dharma by taking Qi.

But Wang Chen is not very sad. If there is a way to fix immortals, will he get it so easily! However, Wang Chen still tries to cultivate Qi absorption resolution. Even if he can't cultivate immortals, he can see if he has the spiritual root he needs to cultivate immortals.

To accept Qi is to put yourself in a state of fetal rest and feel the aura of the outside world. Although Wang Chen has the experience of cultivating Dali Gong, it is obvious that finding Qi and feeling Reiki are two things. He hasn't felt any Reiki after a busy night. Doesn't he have a spiritual root? Wang Chen can't help feeling a little flustered at the bottom of his heart. However, the book says that it usually takes more than half a month to feel Reiki. He's not worried. Wang Chen comforts himself secretly.

The next day, Wang Chen returned the book to the old man. The contents of the book had been written down all night. Bearing the fatigue of the night, Wang Chen said goodbye to the old man. Before leaving, the old man told Wang Chen that the Qi in the book was definitely false. At least hundreds of people had tried this method, and they didn't feel the aura above.

After thanking the old man for his hospitality, Wang Chen turned and left.

An unnamed barren mountain near the mine.

A giant sword, chop, pick, stab, chop. This is only the basic usage of the sword, but it has been greatly played in Wang Fan's hands. The huge sword body weighs two hundred kilograms. Each sword is very powerful. If it hits a stone, the stone will jump to pieces.

However, the giant sword in Wang Chen's hand was not heavy, but light. After a while, Wang Chen took his sword and sat down. He continued to practice Dali Gong. After practicing Dali Gong, he continued to fight in clothes with 100 kg of iron filings.

Every morning, Wang Chen gets up early to practice Qi determination, but it doesn't seem to have any effect. Then he even practices sword and boxing, with vigorous steps interspersed in the middle. It's like this every day. Wang Chen doesn't feel tired in his heart. Practice hard as always. Anyway, he doesn't have to worry about things in the mine. He can go and have a look occasionally.

A month later, in the morning.

Wang Chen sat on a stone and practiced taking Qi as usual. Practicing, Wang Chen seemed to have lost himself. He could no longer feel the woods around him. He could feel nothing in the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

I don't know how long later, colorful fog suddenly appeared around, including red, blue, green, yellow and gold. It seemed to be attracted. The fog rushed towards Wang Chen. Wang Chen gave a comfortable groan, and his whole body was very smooth, as if every pore on his body had been gently blown by the breeze.

Outside, it was like a whirlwind in the woods. The aura around Wang Chen rushed towards Wang Chen. At the beginning, Wang Chen was still very comfortable. Later, there was too much aura. Wang Chen suddenly woke up. At the moment, Wang Fan's body actually rose, and his skin began to exude blood.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Chen became a bloody man, and the situation was in danger!

In the meridians, there is very little rare aura, which seems not worth mentioning compared with the internal force of Dali Gong Xiulian. However, as soon as the two contact, the aura will cut and tear the internal force like a knife. If there is only a trace of inhaled aura, it will not hinder. However, with the input of aura, there is a conflict between aura and internal force. The internal power is from Wang Fan's hard cultivation. The quantity is large, but the aura is obviously purer and the quality is better.

The two energies quarreled with each other in Wang Chen's body. The skin was constantly bleeding, and the internal meridians were broken one by one. It was a big play. This was the only idea before Wang Chen fainted, and there was a bitter smile at the same time.

It was quiet in the forest. Only a young man covered with blood lay motionless on the stone. At this time, if a wild animal came to look for food, Wang Chen would be in danger!