Save the hero

Leaving aside the abilities of the monks in the book "Becoming a God", there are really many categories.Earlier, Fang Qi was not sure which one he was better at. Demon cultivation, Taoism cultivation, and sword cultivation each had their strengths and advantages.But ever since I saw the Kunlun sword of the Changhuai Sword God, it has a simple and powerful appearance, and now when I think about what to do, I naturally choose the way of swordsmanship.

There is nothing to do in Taoyuanju, and there is no outsider contact at all. It is Hong Yuan and the little platypus who are facing him day and night.He would not ask for trouble and send himself to the hungry wolf, usually as far away from him as possible.But the little platypus can only chirp and chirp. When he encounters some interesting and strange things, he wants to share with others. For example, he left Taoyuanju and went for a walk outside the courtyard. Known as the overlord, he no longer bothered to conquer ants and flower petals, and plunged into the garden lake to open up new fields; for example, he found a few strange treasures in the study, and wanted to study and discuss with others...

Looking left and right, the only object is Hong Yuan, there is no second choice.

He is also easy to talk, so holding back all day long, it is difficult not to hold back for a long time.There was no other way, I really couldn't bear the loneliness, so Fang Qi went to talk to Hong Yuan slowly.But this person is a boring gourd, he says Hongyuan always responds with um, what, interesting, oh.He is taller than the dwarf, and he doesn't mind being bored, as long as he is alone... stay far away and leave after talking, and come back to talk next time when there is something else.

He could come to him seven or eight times a day, but fortunately, although Hong Yuan was always not in high spirits, he never felt impatient.

Since he made up his mind to practice, the biggest benefit is nothing more than finding something to pass the time in the boring Valley of Thousand Corpses, and going to the treasure room when he has nothing to do.As expected, the study room lived up to the nickname he gave it as the treasure room. After looking through the exercises with purpose, he found that there were thousands of books in it.There are not only sword cultivators, but also many cultivation techniques about demon cultivation, Taoism cultivation, Buddhist cultivation, etc., which are almost comparable to the collections of large sects and aristocratic families.

Because he doesn't know the characters here, he can't even read the cover, so he can only look at the illustrations and guess out of thin air.He dug out all the books with sword illustrations in the exercise books, spread them on the table, and tried to study them by himself.

but……

Guessing stories from pictures is not his strong point, and the kendo moves above are also half-knowledgeable. After practicing for a whole morning, he didn’t feel any real energy flow in his body. Can... keep fit.

Fang Qi danced for a long time, and felt that his movements were quite standard. Although the sword was not of high grade, since it was a sword, there was no one that was not heavy. By noon, he could barely lift his arms.

Hong Yuan was halfway through cooking when he suddenly heard a slight movement outside, thinking that the person was talking again, he cut the vegetables for a while with a straight face, but no one came in to look for him, so he couldn't help but look sideways and looked outside. No.

The man's hand holding the handle of the knife froze for a moment, with his eyesight and hearing... there is no reason why he heard it wrong.

Hong Yuan gently put down the knife, frowned, and stood on the chopping board in a daze.

He really likes that person coming to see him when he has nothing to do, and even intentionally counting the time, waiting for him to come, like a concubine waiting for the emperor's call.

Why did he keep him here, isn't it for this moment?

There are only two of them in the Valley of Thousand Corpses.He can only see him, touch him, come to him, circle around him, and only need him.Here, he is everything to him.

It's rare for him to be quiet today... I'm really not used to it.

After waiting for a while, unable to hold back the throbbing in his heart, the man smiled wryly and shook his head, as if a little frustrated.Leave the kitchen and walk towards the study.

The door of the study room was not closed, and from a distance, he saw the man lying on the table looking at things, he would not sit on a stool, he stood bent over, standing without a standing posture, his legs moved dishonestly, his butt Also follow the twist, the center of gravity is on the left foot for a while, and the center of gravity is on the right foot for a while.

Hong Yuan shook his head and smiled, walked in, and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

Fang Qi bit her finger and looked up at him, her eyes lit up, she put down her book and ran over, pulled his arm courteously towards the table, brought him a stool and asked him to sit down.

Hong Yuan paused, then said softly, "What's wrong?"

Fang Qi sighed, in the original world, although he was incompetent, no matter how bad he was, he wouldn't be like what he is now.

Fang Qi coughed dryly and said, "Well... can you teach me how to read?"

Hong Yuan glanced at the book in his hand, understood in his heart, and said, "Let me take a look."

Fang Qi was a little listless, and handed him the book.

Hong Yuan closed the book and looked at the title, "Flying Immortal Sword Manual." Then he raised his eyes to look at him, frowned and said, "Do you want to practice sword?"

Fang Qi pulled a stool from the side, sat down in front of him, and said embarrassingly: "I want to practice, what kind of exercise is this, Feixian Sword Manual?"

Fang Qi frowned, Feixian Sword Manual... did not understand, he took a few books and compared them, saw that the sword style in this book was the simplest, and there were four words on the book cover, so he thought it was an introduction to sword cultivation What, what kind of skill is the Feixian Sword Manual?

Hong Yuan put the book away, put it on the table, smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and said, "Why do you suddenly want to practice?"

Fang Qi brought the book over, turned his head down, and said without raising his head: "What do you mean by suddenly remembering? Don't you know that I have wanted to practice for a long time, but I just thought about it before. Now ...ready to put it into action."

Hong Yuan said coldly: "I ask you why."

Why don't you attach to me?Why make a change?I can, I am willing to give you everything you want.

Fang Qi was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him with doubts in his eyes.Hong Yuan spoke in a rigid manner, with few ups and downs in his voice, but he could feel that he was not malicious.Today's tone suddenly cooled down, as if mixed with ice, as if he hadn't paid back the money he owed him.

"Why are you so fierce?" Fang Qi frowned and said, "There are so many reasons. It's not like I have a 3-minute enthusiasm on a whim. I have long wanted to practice."

The most important thing is... If you really can't go home, you can only stay here. There are many monks in the cultivation world, so he can't live too uselessly.

Not 3 minutes of heat...

Hong Yuan's face became even colder.

Fang Qi looked at his expression strangely, not knowing where he touched his inverse scales, but Hong Yuan would only be unreasonable when he was in bed, and in normal times—especially in recent days, the two of them got along without incident. , he is very talkative.Fang Qi wasn't afraid of him, seeing his face getting worse, he said immediately: "Forget it if you don't teach."

After speaking, he got up and left, Hong Yuan held him back, looked up at him, and said coolly: "What a big temper."

Fang Qi: "..."

"Teach, why don't you teach?" Hong Yuan asked him to sit down, softened his tone, and asked in another way: "Why do you want to practice swords?"

Fang Qi did not doubt that he was there, thinking of the infinite elegance of the Kunlun sword when it was unsheathed, said: "Domineering! I didn't know what I should cultivate, but the Kunlun sword...even the light of the sword can kill people, if possible, I hope that one day I can draw a sword with my own hands!"

Hong Yuan didn't speak, and stared at his face carefully for a moment, his expression couldn't hide the anticipation and excitement, which didn't seem to be fake.The man pursed his lips, even though he was unwilling, he still didn't want to see this man's disappointed expression, he took a step back invisibly and compromised, secretly thinking that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his palm out.

What are you afraid of?

Hong Yuan held his wrist, slapped his fingers casually on his veins, and frowned.

The last time he said that he wanted to practice at the inn, when he asserted that his aptitude was not good, he didn't just say it.His root bones are really not a good material for cultivation, the meridians are blocked, and it is difficult for the true energy to circulate in the body.How to gather Yuan Dan without true energy?Yuan Dan is the foundation of one cultivation, without Yuan Dan, how can one talk about cultivation.

Hong Yuan tapped his wrists, thinking: "Want to practice sword?"

Fang Qi didn't know the reason, and said cautiously: "I won't bother you too much, you just need to teach me how to read, it may be a little more troublesome, but I have learned how to read and understand books, just study slowly by myself. "

"Nonsense," Hong Yuan thought for a moment, thinking that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Only in this way will he always need him and come to beg him from time to time.

Hong Yuan said: "Indeed, teaching literacy is too cumbersome. In this way, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me. The Feixian sword manual is not suitable for you. Wait until I find an entry-level book."

Fang Qi was dumbfounded, thinking with a tangled face, which one is more cumbersome, teaching him to read or now... It will be done once and for all after teaching him to read, and now the latter is obviously more troublesome.Hong Yuan is not a sword cultivator, if he wants to teach him, doesn't it mean that he has to gnaw through the exercises one by one... Otherwise, he is still half a bucket of water, how can he be a teacher?

Fang Qi looked at him suspiciously, thinking he did it on purpose, right?Use this to pinch him?

Fang Qi is a little bit controlled by others' sense of powerlessness, and because of Hong Yuanken's hands-on teaching, he is a little moved, and his conflicting head is about to explode.

I think so, but no matter how bad Hongyuan is, he is better than him. If he can’t change it, he doesn’t want to. He hurriedly pushed all the illustrations with swords that he picked out, and said: “I found these books, you can take a look. Which is better."

Hong Yuan casually flipped it over, rubbed his forehead, and said, "Neither will work."

"..." Fang Qi let out a cry, flipped through the book in disbelief, and said, "No way, take a look, there are swords drawn on them, they must be used by sword repairers, why can't it work."

Hong Yuan explained: "It's all sword books."

Fang Qi blinked, the sword manual... what happened to the sword manual...

Seeing him with a dazed face, ignorant and daring to cultivate swords, he felt angry and helpless, but compared to these emotions, he was more fortunate to have taken over the mess before he just started to practice indiscriminately. How much to walk on.

Hong Yuan said patiently: "The sword manual records the sword style. The more true energy you have, the greater the power of the sword style. If you don't have true energy, the sword manual is useless."

Fang Qi threw the book aside in frustration, "I've been busy all morning."

The sky is blue and the sun is white outside, the fragrance of flowers is floating, and it is already noon.Hong Yuan pulled him up and said, "Eat first, don't be in a hurry."

After a busy morning, it's time to take a rest. Fang Qi rubbed his numb arms, thinking that he really wasn't a human being, and walked towards the kitchen.

After lunch, Hong Yuan picked out two books as expected in the afternoon.Fang Qi held it and turned it over. Is this an entry-level sword technique?Good guy, it's as thick as a knuckle, and the inside is densely packed with twists and turns, full of gibberish characters, piled up so messy and full that it makes him dizzy.

He couldn't understand, so he had to wait for Hong Yuan to understand the book thoroughly before he could take care of him, lying on the sidelines and waiting boredly.After waiting for a while to get sleepy, I tried not to fall asleep, grabbed the little duck's mouth playing from outside, put it on my lap and kneaded it.The little duck's beak was pinched uncomfortably by him, shaking its head and shaking its fur.

Hong Yuan read carefully, and the speed and frequency of turning the book page by page was very regular. After half an hour, he finished the book for the first time, and then browsed the book hastily for the second time to make sure. He explained the exercises and key points.

Fang Qi sat cross-legged, followed his words, gathered energy in the dantian... Fang Qi inhaled forcefully to shrink his stomach, while pressing the lower abdomen, he asked sadly: "Is the dantian here?"

Hong Yuan: "..."

Feel the flow of zhenqi in the abdominal cavity, and guide it to flow through the limbs and bones. It is normal to feel blocked in the meridians, and it should be slowly opened up.Fang Qi followed his instructions in a daze, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't feel anything, really angry... these two words... are too abstract... anything...

Fang Qi held back all afternoon and made no progress at all. He himself felt ashamed, looked tired, and suddenly lost confidence. He lay down on the table and said, "Can you tell me the truth, can I practice well? Sigh, it's so difficult. "

"Yes," Hong Yuan patted the top of his head.

It's up to people to make things happen. If you can't, you can.

That night, Fang Qi sighed and sighed for a long time. He used to always laugh at monks practicing meditation, whether their legs were sore or their feet were numb.When it came to himself, who was a real sword and gun, he didn't talk so much. His cross-legged posture was very upright. He took a long breath and exhaled, trying to find the true energy. There was no progress, and he hit a wall on the first day. Fang Qi cried and thought to himself, is it true that, as Hong Yuan said last time, he is not a material for cultivation at all?

His expression was really ugly, Hong Yuan coaxed him for a quarter of an hour before he calmed down, Fang Qi waved his hand to signal that he was fine, this was only the first day, why bother to be too eager for success, wait until the next day to make persistent efforts.In the morning, he danced swords and swords, and in the afternoon, he searched for true energy. He was so tired that his eyes were dazzled, and he felt drowsy when lying on the bed.

After a while, the breathing of the people inside became steady, and the people outside the bed opened their eyes and sat up.He sleeps in an upright position, barely moving all night, and only occupies a very small space outside to sleep.The sleeping position of the person inside is the same as that of the other person, and he sleeps alive and kicking. He was still lying flat just now, with his hands folded on his stomach, but now he is lying on his stomach, with his face pressed against his left arm and left leg. Straighten, bend your right leg.Hong Yuan supported his cheek with one hand, and then pulled out his pressed left hand to avoid numbness from the pressure.

The man circled his left wrist, felt it for a while, and then carefully reduced the strength, a gentle breath penetrated into his wrist, plucking his hard and stiff tendons.

The so-called qualifications of the monks, one is Yuanshi Zhenqi, and the other is the tendons and roots.Yuan Shi Zhen Qi is the first contact with cultivation, the first true Qi found in the dantian, the true Qi can be strong or weak, the stronger the talent, the better the aptitude, and the weaker it is the opposite.The second is the tendons and bones. Some people have excellent bones and need only a little care and dredging.Some people have poor qualifications, and it may take decades to untangle a finger.This is the difference between genius and waste material.

In the field of self-cultivation, a considerable part of the weight is due to luck and destiny.What kind of aptitude is given to you, and the level of cultivation can be achieved.Although it is up to people to make things happen, the vast majority of monks cannot depend on people, and they still have to rely on heaven.

The dantian of young people is not devoid of true energy, but it is only a little better than nothing, better than nothing.The meridians are also severely blocked, if he relies on his own strength to cultivate, it may take ten or eight years, but he may not be able to dredge the meridians.

Although his cultivation base is profound, one side is too strong and the other side is too weak, so he has to be more careful with him. The time can't be long or short, the cultivation base can't be too much or too little, and he must not be arrogant and vicious to get through him rashly. The meridian, so as not to cause the body to be unable to withstand it and cause future troubles. In this way, it will be more difficult to serve.He can only choose the safest and most troublesome one, first introduce his cultivation base to his dantian, hook the little bit of true energy in his abdominal cavity, and use his own energy to dredge the meridians bit by bit .

This method is extremely troublesome and trivial, and it consumes energy and energy, but it has an advantage. It guides his own true energy to dredge the tendons.Although it takes time and effort for those who channel zhenqi, the beneficiaries can get twice the result with half the effort.

In addition to internal adjustment, it is also necessary to supplement externally, and the internal and external complement each other to complement each other.

Internal adjustment is to dredge tendons, and external tonic is naturally a panacea for warming and nourishing tendons and regulating true qi.

So Fang Qi woke up the next day, and just opened his eyes, what greeted him was a bowl of strange black soup.Fang Qi rubbed his sore eyes, stirred it with a spoon, turned out a few rice grains, put down the spoon and said, "This is something, it smells so bad."

Hong Yuan said: "Medicine soup, open your mouth." Then he brought the porcelain bowl to his mouth.

Medicine soup?

Fang Qi lowered his head and sniffed again, his face wrinkled immediately, it was sour, bitter and spicy, he choked so much that he turned his head and sneezed, pushed the bowl back and said: "I'm not sick, don't drink it, it smells weird Strange, it can’t be Chinese medicine, right? At first glance, it’s... unpalatable, drink it yourself.”

After speaking, he lifted the quilt and wanted to sit up, Hong Yuan pressed his shoulders, and said softly: "Be obedient, drink it, this is Duzhencao."

Duzhencao is a rare herb, it is the best product for recuperating the meridians, and its medicinal power is amazing, but Duzhencao is very delicate and cannot withstand half of the wind and rain. This grass is born with spirituality, unfettered, and carefully cared for. It can't be kept alive, so it has to be raised in the wild. I don't know how many people died in the middle. In addition, the growth cycle is extremely slow, and it takes 2000 years to grow into one plant.Every time a plant comes out, it will be looted by many aristocratic families and sects.

Fang Qi thought for a while, and said, "I don't know, what is Duzhencao?"

Hong Yuan: "..."

The man caressed his forehead and said: "Duzhen grass is a treasure that warms and nourishes tendons, and only one plant was obtained in 2000. Don't you want to practice?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Fang Qi wondered, "A 2000-year-old medicinal material... If it's really so precious, and you don't go out, where did you find it?"

The smell lingered in the nose, strong and strong, and the bitter and salty taste was disgusting.

Fang Qi waved his hand and said, "It's uncomfortable to smell."

Hong Yuan was dumb, and really couldn't explain the origin of Du Zhencao.Besides, from today onwards, there will be a lot of benefits when drinking medicine in the future, not just Duzhencao.The same explanation, really can't explain it.

Hong Yuan coaxed with the last temper: "I'll drink with you, half of you and half of me, okay?"

Fang Qi felt an urge to vomit when he smelled that smell, and he could guess how sweet and bitter the smell was just by smelling it, so he shook his head reluctantly and said, "Not good."

Fang Qi raised his eyes to look at him, and whispered: "Why do you want to drink this all of a sudden... It's fine if it tastes better, it smells really bad, I don't really want to drink it, don't you say it's a good thing? You drink it yourself."

The man ran out of patience, how tricky is his mouth?Hong Yuan looked at him with a heavy face, Fang Qi looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and had a provocative expression that I don't want to drink what you do to me.

Hong Yuan knew that this matter could not be ignored, so what was it like not to drink if he didn't drink?He suddenly laughed, and said in a low voice, "I don't know what's good."

Don't know what's good?

Seeing his face change, Fang Qi sneered, and his temper also came up, why do you want me to drink it and I must drink it?Seeing that he couldn't get up if he was not allowed to get up, his buttocks jumped under the bed, planning to go back to sleep.

After laying down on the bed, he saw the man grab the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Fang Qi looked at him in shock. Did he predict wrongly?Smelling bad and eating delicious?I can't help feeling a little embarrassing, I should have licked and tasted it just now...

Immediately, Hong Yuan leaned down, propped his left hand beside him, pinched his cheek with his right hand, and opened his mouth. Fang Qi watched his face get closer and closer, only then did he see the man's cheeks swell slightly, He didn't swallow at all!

"Don't... I'll drink it! I'll drink it! Is there any more?!" Guessing what he wanted to do, Fang Qi screamed in a panic. The liquid went into his mouth.

The medicinal soup smelled bad and tasted even worse when he drank it. The bitter and pungent taste made his tears almost flow down. It was even worse than traditional Chinese medicine. Thinking that this medicine came from a man's mouth and wrapped his saliva , It was even more difficult to swallow, there was a gurgling sound in the mouth, I didn't want to swallow, it was too choking, my stomach was surging, the taste was worse than I imagined, and I was struggling to spit it out.

How could Hongyuan let him get away with it? He covered his lips tightly, so that no drop could escape.Fang Qi persisted for a few seconds, but couldn't bear the strange smell, and swallowed it almost humiliatingly.

Sensing his throat rolling twice, the man pried open his lips, swept his tongue in his mouth, checked his gums carefully, and even reached into his throat to explore.Fang Qi felt as uncomfortable as he poked him, swallowed his saliva, pushed hard against the man's chest, and said vaguely: "I... drank it! You get out! Get out!"

Hong Yuan left his lips, rubbed his slightly swollen lower lip with his hands on his cheeks, and said with a low smile, "You're so cute."

Fang Qi was so angry that his eyes were red, he raised his foot and kicked him indiscriminately, Hong Yuan pressed his messy legs behind him, pursed his lips and smiled, got up and went out with the bowl.

Neuropathy!

For more than a month since then, Hong Yuan has fed him food almost five times a day. When he is lucky, it is sweet and sour or tasteless, and when he is unlucky, it is bitter and salty, with an indescribable strange smell.He didn't know what was being fed, but Hong Yuan valued it very much. Every time he stared at him to drink it, it counted. Anyway, he had to drink it, either he took the initiative to drink it, or he drank it passively.Actively drinking is really a test of his willpower, while passively drinking is being fed mouth-to-mouth by a man. He often doesn't stop after feeding, kisses his lips vigorously, sucks and bites, and ends up swollen very badly.

Fang Qi had suffered a few times, and he was really afraid of him. Whenever he drank the medicine, he would prepare a lot of snacks and pastries, and he would drink it in one go with the bowl in his hand, and then frantically stuffed sugar into his mouth.

However, the effectiveness of internal adjustment and external supplementation since this period of time is also very significant.Fang Qi could feel his progress almost every day, and soon noticed a weak heat flowing in his body, like a cluster of warm but not hot small flames.From the arms to the tips of the toes, from the chest cavity to the lower abdomen, it moves freely, swims through the limbs, and finally returns to the dantian, calming down.

Fang Qi tried again and again in amazement, this feeling... It was like living a small remote control glass ball in his body, wherever he pointed, the ball would roll there.

"I..." Fang Qi said at a loss, "What's going on... this... so strange."

The man smiled and said, "The tendons are unblocked."

If he had heard about the dredging and blocking of tendons before, he would definitely think it was abstract and strange, what is called opening and what is called blocking... But after this period of time, the small glass ball can only swim in the abdomen and slowly expand Territory, to the left hand, to the right hand, then the legs, and finally the ten finger joints can be felt.From the occasional stuttering to the current smoothness.

It turns out that this is true anger...

Fang Qi suddenly squinted at the man, and snorted coldly: "Don't laugh, I don't know who said it before, saying that my bones are not good, and I am not a material for cultivation. Look at me now, my meridians are open!"

Hong Yuan smiled and said, "I didn't see that you were a piece of jade at the beginning, but I was wrong."

Fang Qi said shamelessly: "It's good that you know it, remember to reflect on it."

The man smiled and said nothing. During the day, there were a lot of top-quality elixir, and he fed them like running water without money.He was the one who recuperated and polished his meridians at night. Under such circumstances, his progress would still be slow...

It's really not that his baby's aptitude is poor, but that his ability is insufficient.

Fang Qi lowered his head and did not speak, drew out his zhenqi, as if teasing a small animal, turned around in the body again, and then led it back to Dantian, then stared at the table in a daze.

Hong Yuan knocked on the table over there, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Fang Qi groaned for a while, and when he looked up at him, he seemed a little embarrassed, a little grateful, mixed with some other things.

Fang Qi scratched the back of his hand uncomfortably, and said, "I miss you."