C15

After sending off the frowning old man Ma, Dong Wuyan closed the door and carried the chair back into the house. He then heated up a bowl of porridge, served it with a small plate of pickled vegetables and ate it slowly.

During the night, he would sit on the stairs under the moonlight and flip through a book that had turned yellow. Old Man Dong had taught Dong Wuyan to read and write since he was young, and Dong Wuyan had always been hungry, but he had never been short of books.

He had said that once a book was read, one needed to understand it in detail. One needed to understand it carefully, take it slowly, be eager to succeed, and only half a step away from understanding it. If you read it and didn't understand it well, then you might as well write it down.

"Uncle, are you alright?" The youth asked with concern.

"Why are you asking so much?" the man teased.

"It's fine, I feel the cold occasionally."

The youth muttered in his heart, Cold? This deity's cold was too severe.

Thinking of something, the youth hurriedly said, "That … "Uncle Blacksmith, thank you for the fragrance and the choice you gave me. I really don't know how to repay you, oh, right, and the hairpin you gave me. It's too expensive, I can't take it. I'll go home and get it for you now …"

The striding youth looked around him. The ocean was vast. How could he go back? The youth could only look at the man again.

The man did not continue speaking as the youth had said. Instead, he looked into the distance and asked, "Is the sea vast?"

The boy looked out to sea and nodded.

The man grabbed the hand of the youth beside him and charged into the sea of clouds.

On the sea of clouds, when the man let go, the youth was scared out of his wits. He closed his eyes, thinking that he was going to fall to the ground and die.

No pain?

The youth opened one of his eyes. He was still on the sea of clouds!

The teenager tried to move his feet a bit. Hey, it's fine.

The man looked at the youth who was carefully walking beside him, as if he was afraid that he would break the clouds beneath his feet.

He sighed. In the end, she was still a child.

"Look at the sea beneath your feet," the man said slowly.

Looking down, the endless sea looked like a puddle in his hometown.

"Do you still think it's big?" The man asked again.

The man looked at the youth. The youth's eyes were clear. The man said slowly, "Why didn't you choose either choice?"

Scratching his head, the young man was a bit embarrassed. "Uncle Blacksmith, I have received your kindness for nothing. I can't pay you back. I don't have anything."

"I feel that if I only have ten years of my life, I can't owe you anymore. I feel that, life, I can still live on my own, I want to live on, but my life is not worth it for Uncle to put anything else into me, I really can't afford to pay it back. Grandpa Dong taught me that I owe you a lot, and I always owe you a debt, so my heart isn't very comfortable."

"Thank you so much, Uncle Blacksmith."

The man crouched down and stared straight at the youth. "You don't want to know your own history? You don't want to understand why you're giving people so much trouble? "You always say that you want to make the people you owe better off, but you've never thought of praying for them yourself. What if the incense I give you is not effective?"

The teenager bit his lips, "I think so, but I can't do it. I'm not like you, uncle. You won't lie to me."

The man shouted, "Dong Wuyan!"

The youth was at a loss.

He lightly tapped the youth's forehead with two fingers and softly said, "If you want to find the answer, you have to rely on yourself. No matter how ignorant you are in life, you still have to know where you came from."

Finally, the man smiled and said, "Besides, you don't owe me."

"All living things must live long and hard. One's body is turbid and one's bones are foul. In order to extend one's longevity, one must cultivate!"

"The third level of the Mortal and Embryo Realm, the awakening, the absorption of Qi, and focus."

"Awakening refers to the opening of the acupoints. Those with good aptitude will have their natural acupoints opened, nourished by the spirit energy of the world. Their bone root is better, and those with weak aptitude will have different opportunities when cultivating in the Awakening of the Soul Treasure." Acceptance Qi was the method to absorb spiritual energy into the heavens and earth. It was a good technique to absorb spiritual energy and increase one's cultivation speed. If one absorbed spiritual energy slowly, it would be very difficult to increase their cultivation. Focus is the threshold for cultivation. It requires the birth of a divine will, the ability to see one's own body from the inside, and the ability to see the world from the outside. "

"If you can't focus your mind and become a practitioner, you can still walk the path of a martial artist, or both inside and outside, but it will be as difficult as ascending to the heavens." "Cultivate one's breath, train the bones and skin externally, train the muscles, open the meridians, temper the bones, gather qi, and transform the physical body. The five stages of clearing out the qi are the small grandmaster realm. Each person has their own good fortune."

"A martial artist does not rely on the heavens and earth to cultivate his own body, so he is shackled by the heavens and earth. Breaking through the shackles, he is born with a golden body, an unbreakable golden body, reaching the Golden Body Realm …"

After the man said this, he seemed to think that he was talking a bit too much. The young man in front of him could only change his fate if he became a Qi warrior, but he could also change his fate if he became a martial artist.

The man then said slowly from the path of qi cultivation, "Focus and see the world, this is the beginning of your cultivation, then you will reach the sixth level, and every time you reach the first level, you will be able to increase your lifespan by more than twenty years. When you ascend to the first level, you will be able to ascend to the Longevity Tower, gaze into the blue sky, take a step forward, and you will be able to ascend to the Emptiness Realm.

"It is difficult to escape the bitter sea of heaven and earth, and cultivation requires crossing the sea." It is difficult to escape the bitter sea of heaven and earth, and cultivation requires crossing the sea of suffering.

"Once the Jindan is formed, the Jindan Stage will be completed …"

When the youth heard this, his heart was in turmoil as he asked, "Uncle, tell me, if I want to change my fate, what realm would I need to reach?"

"It is the Nascent Soul stage. Breaking through the core and forming the Nascent Soul stage is the same as breaking through the heavens." "Nascent Soul Stage, five hundred years of longevity!"

The youth lowered his head and asked in a soft voice that was inaudible, "Uncle Blacksmith, did you cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage in 10 years?"

The man shook his head and nodded again, then shouted, "The path of cultivation is to compete with others, the heavens, the earth, and even more so with yourself. If you have a firm will, then you can go even further. So what if your Nascent Soul is in trouble? There is a lot of good fortune in the world …"

Weng! *

At night, a faint golden light shone onto the sea of clouds, causing the youth's ears to buzz.

The white-haired uncle blacksmith seemed to be saying something, but the youth slowly closed his eyes, unable to hear him clearly.

On the small island by the sea, Zhang San had a head full of white hair and was drenched in sweat, almost falling to the ground. Wang Er quickly supported him.

Wang Er stroked the man's face as he lowered his head into Zhang San's embrace.

Soundlessly, amidst the silence of the world, the man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was a bit sleepy.

A bright moon filled the entire universe!

There was a bright moon in the cool breeze, and a bright moon was rising from the sea.

"It's Master."

Wang Er raised his head and supported the drowsy Zhang San.

"Quickly put Zhang San in the middle of the month. If not, no one will be able to save him!"

Wang Er quickly sent Zhang San into the moon. He looked at Zhang San's heaving chest and heaved a sigh of relief. The bright moon shrunk into a palm-sized jade plate and flew into Wang Er's arms.

There was still a bright moon hanging in the sky, but it was a pity that it was a full moon.

Feeling the little bit of warmth on his chest, Wang Er gently said, "There must be a way. He will definitely get better."

The tide was frozen, and the snow lotuses were blooming one by one with murderous intent!

"Since the heavens want you to die, then if you are not good, then I will overturn the heavens and accompany you in death!"

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In the dense forest far away from the Divine Province, the white robed man punched a mountain-sized demon beast to the ground. Around him, countless demon beasts were eyeing him covetously, waiting for the right opportunity to make their move.

Ignoring the demon beasts that were ready to make a move, the white-robed man leaped forward, mounted on the mountainous body of the demon beast, and swung his fist.

Suddenly, the man stopped and muttered, "Impossible."

The stars shone above the jungle, and the man closed his eyes and searched carefully.

"Impossible, how come I can't feel Zhang San's aura anymore?"

"Impossible!"

The surrounding demonic beasts saw the man closing his eyes and didn't move and rushed forward. The mountainous demonic beast struggled with all its might and was about to turn around to crush the man!

Unmoved, the man mumbled to himself, "Impossible, who can kill Zhang San? "Impossible."

The beasts swarmed forward and tore at the man's limbs, but the man didn't move at all.

Just as a demonic beast opened its bloody mouth and bit towards the man's face, it was grabbed by him. The man asked with empty eyes: "Do you know why there is no trace of Zhang San?"

The demon beast roared, and killing intent surged in the man's eyes. "Why don't you know anything, what use are you?"

The man clenched his fist and punched his lower body. Countless demonic beasts were sent flying before they crashed to the ground again.

As the cycle continued, it was unknown how many punches had been thrown, but the man's body was filled with minced meat and mud.

With an imposing manner, the man rose up from the ground and charged straight towards the Divine State!

On the divine mountain, after giving out the full moon, the white-haired old man let out a light breath. Luckily, he was still in time, otherwise, the white-haired old man would have given away the black-haired man.

He got up and left the side of the Tan, walking to the top of the mountain. The old man sat alone on the path that led to the top of the mountain, the wind and snow filled the sky.

It was said that the night of the blizzard returned to the people, and this was also a night of blizzard on the divine mountain. It was a pity that no one returned!