spirit walker

Chapter 143 Jiazi Cultivation Record

Opening the cover of the book, the paper of this "Xiu Dao Lu" is light yellow, exuding a faint musty smell, and it is neatly written:

"The way of water and fire lies in balance. Only by turning water and fire into yin and yang can one learn the master's art of refining fire with ice. After three years of introductory training, I suddenly realized it."

Is it cultivation again?Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows.

The last time I saw such a description was in the mountain temple, in the letter left by the wraith with the shoulders, it mentioned some cultivation journeys.

Breathing out practice, drawing symbols and so on.

"The major professions in the Ming Dynasty were promoted by cultivation, not by character cards? It may also be the background setting of the spiritual realm. Yin and Yang Sanren are all NPCs, just like Wang Po and Xu Widow, the demon king walked by here He should have killed them at the time, but he changed it later, unless it can be confirmed that Yin Yang Sanren really existed in the past history."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing turned on the computer at hand, logged into the official database, and searched for "Yin Yang Town".

However, apart from a few guides, there is no information about Yinyang Town in the official database.

"Even the Sandao Mountain Empress Temple is included, but the town where the common people live is not in the database? Is the government a waste, what happened?"

Zhang Yuanqing cursed subconsciously, and then froze for a moment.

Why did I suddenly become irritable? Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds before he realized that one of the costs of the yin and yang robe: mood swings.

"Huh, restraint." He took a deep breath, "Yin Yang Sanren is a figure from the Ming Dynasty, but he is already dead. As far as I know, the strong man who is still alive in the Ming Dynasty may be Old Bangzi."

He continued to read, because it was written in traditional characters, his reading speed was relatively slow. After reading for more than ten minutes, he roughly understood the background of Yin Yang San Ren.

He came from a sect called "Water and Fire Sect". The founder of the sect was a god in the Song Dynasty. This sect has a lot of status in the Central Plains, but the number of disciples in the sect is very small. too few people.

Yin-Yang Sanren mentioned a concept: the world is changing, and only a few can achieve it.

"This is similar to what Miao Zhu said, the secret of the rise and fall of the millennium." Zhang Yuanqing turned back quickly, but couldn't find the reason for "the world has changed".

Can't help scolding my mother.

Probably the yin and yang scattered people don't know the specific reason.

In addition, Zhang Yuanqing also noticed that according to Yin Yang Sanren's self-proclaimed, disciples like him who have cultivated "Ice and Fire Art" are rare in the sect, and they are the elite among the elites.

"Water and fire are in the same body. According to the concept of a walker in the spiritual realm, he has two major professions. This is impossible for a walker in the spiritual realm. If someone in the Five Elements League has the ability of two professions at the same time, I will definitely hear about it, unless it is kept secret because Special caused by cultivation?"

While thinking, he read the Xiu Dao Lu.

"After I completed the Ice and Fire Jue, my cultivation became more and more refined, and I ruled the Central Plains. Then I set foot on the northern border, and I rarely met opponents. Then I went south to challenge the masters of various factions, and I won consecutive battles. I heard that there is a friend in Sandao Mountain in Songfu, who is good at Calling the wind and calling the rain, catching ghosts and subduing demons, refining alchemy and making talismans, so I went to challenge and returned in a disastrous defeat."

"Go back to the teacher's door in despair, and tell the teacher about this matter, the teacher said with a smile: The same is true for the master!"

Sandaoshan. This is the old bangzi, it must be the old bangzi, hey, is the old bangzi so strong, I will meet in the spirit realm later, I have to consider what kind of kneeling posture can better experience sincerity.
Zhang Yuanqing gritted his teeth secretly, and a second later, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and focused his attention on the words "Master and ancestor are also the same".

What Master Yin Yang Sanren means is: Your master was also beaten by the old clapper?
Hey, the founder of the Water and Fire Sect was a figure in the Song Dynasty, and the old bangzi beat him up, that is to say, the old bangzi is ridiculously old, and the identity of Sandaoshan empress is just a vest in her later years.

Zhang Yuanqing had to re-evaluate the strength of the old clapper.

As time passed by, the record of cultivating Taoism became thinner and thinner, and the follow-up content was some insights from the travels and practice of yin and yang scattered people, mixed with the key points of breathing method, the distribution of meridians, etc. Anyway, Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand it.

To his surprise, Yin Yang Sanren made a lot of good and evil friends during his travels. Yes, evil friends refer to evil professions.

For those friends of evil professions, Sanren's evaluation is: bold, knight-errant, happy and vengeful.

"Yin-Yang Sanren doesn't look like a person with bad views. The evil profession he met is someone like Aunt Xiaoyuan? In other words, after watching him for most of his life, the two ways of good and evil don't seem to be incompatible. The current Spiritual Realm Walker, the hostile faction will fight when they meet, and they can't wait to get their brains out."

Zhang Yuanqing turned the pages quickly, not very interested in what he saw during his travels. It is worth mentioning that he obtained the Yin-Yang magic robe in an ancient tomb during a certain travel.

Since he got the Yin-Yang Robe, he began to call himself Yin-Yang Sanren, and went to Sandao Mountain to challenge Lao Bangzi again.

Still a fiasco.

The yin and yang scattered people lay flat from then on, drinking and eating meat all day long, beckoning with friends, taking care of injustices, and taking heads when encountering dog officials.

When the yin and yang Sanren entered their later years, this guy began to want to live forever, feeling that his luck was bad, and he was born in an era of great changes in the world.

As he gets older, his obsession with longevity becomes heavier, and Xiu Daolu no longer talks about practice, but analyzes the longevity plan all day long.

He even had the idea of ​​using the baby's essence and blood as a guide to try to refine the elixir. Fortunately, he stopped the horse in time, but his obsession with longevity became more and more serious.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing shuddered.

Before, he felt that the price of the yin-yang magic robe was not serious. After all, longevity was a matter of personal desire for longevity, so it was not a price.

Now it seems that seeing the yin and yang Sanren wanting to live forever, thinking almost crazy, he realized the seriousness of the price.

One day, when Yin Yang Sanren heard that the Empress of Sandao Mountain had become an immortal, he was greatly stimulated and wrote in his Xiu Dao Lu:

"The beauty of the country can't escape the years, what a pity."

Afterwards, the Yin-Yang Sanren established the Yin-Yang Town and slept forever in the dream of immortality.

After reading the Taoist Records, there is a bit too much information. Zhang Yuanqing squeezed the space between his brows, sorting out and digesting the information he gained:
The old clapper is older than I thought, and his strength is terrifying!The relationship between the evil profession and the lawful profession in the Ming Dynasty was not harmonious, but life and death were not necessarily separated.

For occupations in the Ming Dynasty, the way to improve is through practice, not role cards.

If it is confirmed that Yin-Yang Sanren and Lao Bangzi are real figures that existed in history, then my understanding of the spiritual realm will change, but among the npcs I know, only Lao Bangzi is alive.

No, maybe I don't need to ask them personally, I have a way to prove that Zhang Yuanqing kept this question in his heart for the time being, and put away the Xiu Dao Lu.

Next, he planned to try out his newly learned skill - fugue.

The moment this idea came into being, Zhang Yuanqing became inexplicably impatient and wanted to try it immediately, and no one could stop him.

In the north, the capital of Yan Province.

In a high-end residential area, a young man wearing a sports headband sat carelessly on a high-back chair. Opposite him was a big soft bed, on which lay a middle-aged man whose hands and feet were bound.

Bald, beer belly, thick black hair on the chest, sweaty forehead, frightened look, thick towel stuffed in the mouth.

The middle-aged man kept "wooing" in his mouth, his eyes were full of pleading, and he was as weak and pitiful as a puppy.

"Tsk tsk tsk" the young man said with a smile: "Look at your current appearance, you really look like a dog wagging its tail."

He got up and walked to the bed, and pulled out a sharp fruit knife from his waist.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the middle-aged man's struggling movements became intense all of a sudden.

"Be quiet, I said, listen!" The young man's pupils lit up scarlet.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment.

The young man was sitting by the bed, playing with a fruit knife, and said with a smile:
"As a person, I hate to be executed without teaching. Before killing you, I will tell you the reason first, so that you can understand.

"Article [-], accept power and sex transactions, and force good people to become prostitutes. Article [-], serve as an umbrella for the evil forces to cover up their murder. Article [-]."

He spoke in a gentle tone, all kinds of things, and said more than ten things.

When he finished speaking, the middle-aged man on the bed was already frozen.

"That's not enough? Look, you can't even feel sorry for your own conscience." The young man patted the corpse's shoulder and said gently, "Don't be a human in your next life."

He got up and left the bed, came to the window, opened the window, breathed the wind blowing at night, looked down at the lights of the city, and sighed contentedly:
"The world suddenly became better."

Human nature is ugly, and the human world is dirty, so this world needs to be cleaned.

At this moment, the phone rang.

The young man took out his mobile phone, held it between two fingers, and hung it high in front of his eyes, and stretched out his finger with the other hand to answer the call:
"Silver Moon, what's the matter?"

"Magic Eye, have you played enough? Go back to the headquarters quickly. The Master of the Killing Palace killed many of us in the northern border. She is very good at hiding. I need your eyes." The voice on the other end of the phone was loud and irritable.

"Pay attention to your tone!" The young man smiled and said, "You are a master, how dare you talk to me like that?"

"I pay attention to you Mahler Gobi!" The person on the other end of the phone became even more irritable and cursed:

"You four heavenly kings all have faults. The one ranked number one shouted for freedom all day long, but couldn't find anyone. The one ranked second actually told me that she would send a battle post to challenge the palace lord to stop killing him. Shot?
"The third-ranked killer just happened to enter the spiritual realm. Our eight great generals were able to kill that bitch, but we can't find it!"

The young man scratched his head: "Well, okay, you know my rules, first give me a reason to kill her."

"Do you need a reason to kill someone?"

"I don't need it."

"When she hunted and killed members of our organization, she accidentally injured two civilians, does that count?"

"Forget it! I'll kill her now."

"You are crazy. Are you in the lawful camp or the evil camp? No, the four of you are crazy." Silver Moon God General cursed, changed the subject, and said:
"Lee Xianzong is dead!"

"Huh?" The Demon Eye King frowned, and the smile on his face disappeared: "What's going on."

"I met Yuanshi Tianzun in the dungeon and was slaughtered."

"Is that so?" The smile on the Demon Eye Heavenly King's face resumed, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Then after I kill Palace Master Zhisha, I will go to Songhai to collect the reasons for killing Yuanshi Tianzun."

Zhang Yuanqing floated up and was less than ten centimeters from the ceiling. Looking down, his body was lying quietly on the bed, without breathing or heartbeat.

"If I don't return for 10 minutes, my physical body will die completely."

Zhang Yuanqing realized something, and immediately floated out of the room extremely quickly, and came to the living room through the wall. His current state is very strange, floating and controlling objects seem to be innate abilities.

This means that he can use props to deal with enemies in the spirit state, such as holding a knife and shooting a gun.

In addition, the power of the spirit body is the power of the sun, he can still perform Night Tour and Xiaoyue, but he can no longer open the inventory, but the overall strength is worse than the main body.

The advantage is that in the spirit state, he is immune to physical output, but he is extremely afraid of "spiritual" attacks.

In the process of thinking, Zhang Yuanqing drifted into the bedroom of his grandparents, and the two old people had already fallen asleep.

He changed his route, crashed into the wall, and came to his aunt's bedroom.

By the window with pink curtains, my aunt was wearing a light nightgown, standing in front of the window, silently looking at the night scene.

The black lace bra she took off was lying on the bedside table, which was not small in size.

Jiang Yuyi tilted his head unobservably, stretched his waist suddenly, and muttered: "I'm so sleepy, go to sleep"

Zhang Yuanqing watched her get into bed, closed her eyes, her face was quiet and soft, round and well-behaved.

In the future, I don't know which man will be able to look at this sleeping face every day. He looked at his aunt's sleeping face, and thought to himself, spirit bodies can be possessed, try to possess my aunt?
After thinking about it, it seems that it is not good to experiment with family members, so I immediately plunged into the ceiling and went to the resident's house downstairs.

Downstairs was a young couple living with their parents. As soon as Zhang Yuanqing penetrated the floor, he heard the "creaking" sound of the shaker and the less obvious sound of collisions covered under the thin quilt.

Following the sound, he saw two overlapping bodies.

Uh, it's not the right time to come, how can he be attached to him to watch the dirty movies on the spot, so he has no choice but to give up.

At this time, he heard the sound of the collision suddenly intensified, then subsided, and the undulating thin quilt also stopped.

Then came the wife's complaint: "Why so fast again?"

"It's a bit tiring to work overtime these days."

"You said the same thing last time."

"Oh, are you annoying? Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow."

Brother, you need a long-lasting spray to regain the confidence of a man. Everyone upstairs and downstairs will give you a [-]% discount.

This time, he purposefully entered the uncle's house next door and came to the master bedroom.

Uncle and aunt did not sleep, one was wearing a mask to watch variety shows, the other was holding a mobile phone to watch rap videos, from time to time a few single bets came out of their mouths.

"Look at this Yuanzi, eating hot steamed stuffed buns, looking stupid." The uncle suddenly lowered his head, then raised his head immediately, looked at his wife beside him, and said solemnly:
"I think we should treat Yuanzi better."

The aunt kept her eyes on the tablet and said, "Aren't we treating him well?"

"I'm referring to the economic aspect. More pocket money should be given. Although my mother will give him money, as uncles and aunts, we should give more."

"Oh, then I'll give him a few thousand a month." My aunt said nonchalantly.

"My aunt is so kind. Oh no, my wife is so kind."

The aunt didn't pay attention to the uncle, didn't care about the slip of the tongue, watched the variety show, and said disdainfully:

"You said that your eldest sister only knows how to make money all these years. When did you ever worry about Yuanzi? He never went to the parents' meeting, and never cared about his studies. He, a child without a father, was bullied every day at school, and he didn't care. It's up to you Going to school to make a fuss, dumping money from my son every now and then, thinking it's a big deal, bah, with her little money, it's nothing."

Uncle looked embarrassed: "Say a few words less."

That was my mother after all.

Auntie sighed:
"Look at Yuanzi these years, he would rather dance with you than ask for her money. When this child first came here, he was only in elementary school, but he was careful. Whenever you were not around, he would come to please me. I'm afraid I hate him. I can't live at home.

"Be careful with your parents. You were not close to your grandparents at that time. You learned to live with others at a young age. Well, I remember that Yu'er was like this when she was a child, so they have been close since childhood."

After she finished speaking, she saw her husband's eyes darkened.

"It's not like you." My aunt noticed something was wrong.

Xin said, at this time, you should come to a talk show, such as: I am raised by my uncle, it is the same whether I have a mother or not, ah, it is the same!
"sleep!"

Uncle put down the phone and pulled up the quilt.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing came to the unit wearing a mask and a peaked cap.

After ascending to the second floor, he glanced at the office area, came straight to Guan Ya, and said:
"Sister Guan Ya, I want to ask you something."

Guan Ya has already used the diluted life liquid to repair the wounds in the dungeon, turning the ballpoint pen flexibly with her fingers, and said with a smile:
"Do girls like to be longer or shorter? Or, thicker or thinner?"

Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly: "Don't do this, I'm just a child."

Guan Ya blinked: "Did I say something? I thought you were asking about high heels."

Zhang Yuanqing coughed, corrected the subject, and said:
"I heard from Xie Lingxi that the ancestors of the Xiahou family were the first batch of spiritual practitioners? How long did he live? When did the first batch of spiritual practitioners appear?"

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