When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Ronald Tang typed "GG" with dull eyes and cut out the game. The bright sunshine at noon passed through the green leaves washed by the rain last night, leaving a transparent light path in the air filled with thin dust. It shone on his body in small pieces. This kind of sunshine should have made people feel lazy, but all he wanted to do was shiver.

With his trembling right hand, he took out the last "CAMEL" cigarette in the cigarette box, and with the same trembling left hand, he took out the "Zippo" he had just bought, and lit it several times before lighting it.

What he is holding is a high-quality windproof lighter that can be called "luxury". Its fuel is a very stable petroleum refinery, and the firing mechanism is an ancient flint wheel, which is a flint steel wheel structure. The carefully processed and carved flint inside only needs to rub against the steel wheel for a moment, and a cluster of leaping flames will burst out at the friction point, igniting the fiberglass movement filled with fuel.

It stands to reason that such a lighter only needs to rub the steel wheel downwards with the outside of the thumb, and the movement will immediately release a stable and strong flame. However, Ronald Tang had to make at least four or five strokes because of his shaking hands. The second steel wheel hit it.

Ronald Tang held the cigarette in his mouth, handed the cheerful orange flame to the end of the cigarette, and took a deep breath. The unique flavor of tobacco mixed with a slight burning sensation flowed into the lungs, soothing his originally shocked emotions.

Just a minute ago, on the screen in front of him, the machine gunners from the human race spread out like dandelions hung by the strong wind. They avoided most of the attacks from his "Guardian" and almost became a small soldier. To the point where he could withstand an attack, these brave machine gunners would draw their guns and shoot while they dispersed. They fired in unison and eliminated his Guardian in just a few seconds.

When he surrendered, he was not actually forced into a desperate situation. Although the situation was not optimistic, there was still a chance for a comeback in theory.

Until he saw the opponent's player's operation method that almost scattered the machine gunners outside the screen display range.

He had to wonder whether the thing opposite him was a human or artificial intelligence.

Under his control, every machine gunner seems to have his own will and life. They are well-trained, follow orders and prohibitions, are not afraid of sacrifice, and the most outrageous thing is that they have a fucking spiritual connection!

In front of those brave and even brave machine-gun soldiers, his huge Guardian was like a plate of crabs tied up on the dining table. Whether it was stewed or steamed was all decided by someone else, in case he met a cruel master. It may also be made into sashimi.

Ronald Tang couldn't figure out why a random opponent he found in an MSN group for Star Wars fans had such tyrant-like dominance!

This is like a fighting enthusiast looking for a sparring opponent in a second-rate fighting club. No matter how awesome the opponent is, he thinks that he is just a UFC champion with a golden belt around his waist. Who knows that the champion suddenly clenched his fists and tightened his waist, shouting He immediately exploded with anger. Not only was his belt gold, but even his short, upside-down hair was gold!

Damn it! What does it mean that you, a Super Saiyan, come to our little fighting club instead of saving the world and the universe?

Does bullying us, a group of earthlings with only five combat abilities, give you a sense of accomplishment?

Ronald Tang felt that he was aggrieved, so he opened the MSN group where he met this Super Saiyan by chance, and began to criticize the other person's abuse of vegetables in the group, as if he was a righteous Bao Gong.

Even the noise of the trains from the nearby light rail turned into impassioned war music in his ears.

At the same time, in an Internet cafe in a small city in southern China tens of thousands of miles away, Lu Mingfei raised his neck and took a sip of Nutritional Express. His dark eyes were as bright and energetic as a leek that had just been watered.

It's half past two in the morning, and he sneaked out from his aunt's house to play games.

After coming out of the sea of ​​consciousness, he felt that his mental and physical fitness was a bit exaggerated. His strength had increased a lot, and he was walking more lightly. He seemed to have the ability to see clearly at night with the help of weak light like a cat.

When I went to the bathroom, my eyes turned golden.

He immediately realized that these changes should be brought to him by his Heavenly Book, so he hurriedly returned to the Sea of ​​Consciousness, wanting to ask the Heavenly Book what changes had happened to him.

When he entered, he was still speculating whether the Heavenly Book would have the "wake-up spirit" of humans. However, after entering, he found that the Heavenly Book was suspended in place, and the surrounding fluorescence was dim and almost extinguished.

Relying on the vague connection with the Book of Heaven, he could feel that the Book of Heaven was recovering from cultivation due to too much consumption, and it was considered to have entered a state of sleep.

It seems that instilling so many things into him at once, the consumption of the Heavenly Book is really not small.

I just don't know why he didn't feel any discomfort after accepting so much information at once, and he was even more energetic. Usually he would feel dizzy when reciting longer ancient texts. Maybe this is also the result of the heavenly book.

This information is so huge that it would have to contain the information of dozens of Xinhua dictionaries if compiled into a book.

He usually had to memorize a two- to three-hundred-word classical Chinese article for a long time, but now he could memorize this complicated information so clearly that he couldn't believe it without the help of the Holy Book.

Unable to bear to disturb the "tired" Tianshu, and at the same time worried that forcing Tianshu out of recovery state would cause harm to him, Lu Mingfei did not try to wake up the sleeping Tianshu, but boldly slipped out of his aunt's house to play games. .

After all, it had only been four or five minutes since he came out of the sea of ​​consciousness. His slightly tired spirit became full again, and then he no longer felt sleepy at all.

But even though he was playing games, Lu Mingfei was always absent-minded.

Otherwise, with his greatly improved reaction speed after coming out of the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, the opponent just now was beaten to the ground by him as early as the seventh minute, and there was no chance of surrendering in the tenth minute.

But his main mind is not on playing games, he is thinking about practicing.

The Heavenly Book gave him an article on how to cultivate immortality, as well as a detailed and almost step-by-step tutorial. It was like a plus version for fools. It was so detailed that even an ordinary person like him who had never been exposed to immortality could practice it.

There are a total of six realms in this exercise. The first realm is called "opening the light", which means opening a little spiritual light, and you can then embark on the path of practice.

Strictly speaking, this realm is not actually a realm. It is more like a qualification, a prerequisite for cultivating immortality. Only when this condition is met, the door to cultivating immortality will be open to people.

If you can't do that, it's better to go home and be a farmer than to waste your youth and years in vain.

There are many specific ways to consecrate light, such as "sitting quietly", "visualizing" and "taking Waidan", etc., which are all possible for ordinary people to consecrate. The specific probability of success depends on the individual's qualifications and the level of skill. .

But this has nothing to do with Lu Mingfei. According to the records of the exercises and the information passed down to him in the Heavenly Book, he is one of those extremely rare geniuses who are "born to be enlightened".

Innate consecration is only in terms of "consecration", and it is not more noble than the "consecration" obtained through acquired practice. Consecration is consecration, and it is a pass for the path of spiritual practice. This pass is not divided into three, six or nine grades.

But the holder does.

People with good talents may not necessarily be born with blessings, but people who are born with blessings must have ridiculously good talents.

It is difficult for ordinary people to get into the door in their lifetime. After getting started, they have to fumble and stumble on the rugged road to cultivate immortality. For Lu Mingfei, it is a broad and flat road that can be used as an airplane runway. The track in front!

Lu Mingfei was quite flattered when he confirmed the news.

After all, he has always been the weakest student in the class, a poor student in the eyes of the teacher, and his aunt used his grades as a powerful argument that "our family's genes are better than those of your old family."

After all, although his fat cousin Lu Mingze has a round body, his grades are indeed much better than him and he has always been at the top of the class.

Except for the class teacher who sighed at the class average, no one expected him to get a mid-range score or even above.

As a result, today he was suddenly told that on another road he was a one-of-a-kind genius who was both electricity and light, the only myth. His little heart really couldn't bear it.

He always felt that his life might take a 540-degree turn from this day on.

However, although the talent of innate consecration can be called the African ostrich among the quails, cultivation still has to follow the basic method.

At least that's the case when there's a lack of early accumulation.

Consecrating this "Pass to Cultivation to Immortality" is the first level. It only qualifies people to step into the path of cultivating immortals. It does not bring any magic in itself. It can neither make people run faster or jump higher, nor can it make people run faster or jump higher. It allows people to see at night and even see through walls, and is immune to all diseases.

However, as soon as you step into the next realm after it, "breathing," there will be an insurmountable gap between immortal cultivators and ordinary people.

The "Qi-eating" realm emphasizes refining the Qi of heaven and earth for one's own use, and turning these "Qi" into one's own magic power. The deeper the magic power, the more Qi of heaven and earth can be refined. When refining the Qi of heaven and earth, The faster the speed, the more mana will snowball.

It is said that in ancient times, when the realm of cultivation was not perfect, some great masters could develop great magic power just by relying on the state of breath-taking. They could carry mountains and seas, divide land into rivers, and live forever.

However, as time goes by, the cultivation methods are constantly improving and progressing, and they are already far superior to those in ancient times. There is no need to fight against the energy-eating realm. This is a completely unjustifiable loss-making business.

For Lu Mingfei, who is just consecrating the light and has not yet entered Qi Shi, no matter how deep the magic power is, it will be a matter of the future. What he should consider now is to condense the first ray of magic power.

People with deeper magic power can refine more of the energy of heaven and earth. This "more" includes not only quantity but also type. On the other hand, people with weak magic power can not only refine less energy of heaven and earth. , and there are few types.

For those who have not yet developed magic power, there is basically only one choice - the Eastern Purple Qi at sunrise!

The purple energy at sunrise is of extremely high quality, and is extremely pure and gentle. It does not even need to be actively refined after entering the body. As long as you silently practice the mental method, the tea cup Kung Fu will naturally turn into your own magic power.

For those who have not yet developed mana, this is the most suitable heaven and earth energy for refining. Once enough mana has been accumulated through refining the purple energy, more types of heaven and earth energy can be refined.

However, even those great monks with profound magical powers usually do not miss the purple energy at sunrise every day. After all, such pure and gentle energy of heaven and earth is rare in the world, and there is no reason to let it go.

Unfortunately, the purple energy can only exist for a short period of time, often only as long as half a cup of tea at sunrise, and it cannot be stored in any form. Therefore, there is usually only one opportunity to practice the purple energy at sunrise and eclipse once a day.

Lu Mingfei was indeed eager to cultivate magic power and wished for the sun to rise immediately. However, the laws of nature would not change based on his personal thoughts, at least not now.

So he had to wait a few more hours, which was why he could still calm down and play games here even though he had obtained the method of cultivating immortals.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.

Moreover, the Dharma says that it is best to do things that you like to do before practicing Breathing for the first time to ensure that you can relax your mind to the greatest extent.

Lu Mingfei's favorite thing to do is watch Chen Wenwen, but there is really no Chen Wenwen to watch in the middle of the night, so he can only come to the Internet cafe to play StarCraft.

Although he was playing the game, Lu Mingfei felt very itchy in his heart. It was difficult to think of such a state of mind as soothing.

After all, even though he was being blown by the strong wind that smelled of cheap cigarettes from the floor fan in the Internet cafe, he still felt a little hot all over.

A calm mind is naturally cool, a restless mind is naturally hot.

A message popped up in the chat window of the msn group. This was a group of Star Wars lovers that he randomly joined after coming to the Internet cafe tonight. The opponent he had just absentmindedly tortured to death was in this group.

At this moment, he was madly condemning Lu Mingfei's abuse of food in the group. Messages popped up one after another, like a Maxim machine gun pouring bullets. At this moment, the person with the online name "Ronald Tang" really looked like a machine gunner on the battlefield. A heroic spirit.

Although he had just been knocked out of his mind by Lu Mingfei's group of machine gunners.

The messages sent by Ronald Tang were all in English, and Lu Mingfei could only understand a little bit. With the mentality that this opponent was quite capable and could be used to relieve boredom in the future, Lu Mingfei sent a message in Chinese. .

"Ronald Tang, right? Let's start another game? It's not a one-on-one match, it's multiplayer, I'll take you."

There was an eerie silence in the group for about ten seconds, and then a Chinese message from Ronald Tang popped up.

"Thank you, big brother! Big brother is righteous! Big brother is so righteous and so heroic! Little brother will be your leader from now on! Big brother, just call me Xiao Tang or Old Tang."

Along with this message, there was also a friend request.

The applicant's avatar seems to be a photo. It is a pure yellow face with two eyebrows and a very happy face.