Chapter 36 Practice
Chapter 36 Practice
It's easy to say "really", but it's like soaked beans, it gets stuck in your throat if you're not careful. Li Wuxiang smiled and said, "We can try to make this thing come true. For example, I'll tell you an article called 'Huai Lu Bao Xia Pian'. If you can memorize this article first, then the possibility of what I say becoming true will be greater."
Xue Baoping straightened up, opened his eyes wide, and took a deep breath slowly: "You, you...you ...
"Practice. But there is a threshold to practice, and that threshold is to have a good body first. You should slowly remember what I said, and then take good care of your body, and I will continue to teach you."
Xue Baoping tried hard to open his eyes so that his eye sockets could hold more: "Hmm!"
Li Wuxiang talked to her for 25 minutes. The whole chapter of Huai Lu Bao Xia has 246 words. If it were him, he would be able to remember it after just one time. However, after Xue Baoping listened to it six times, he only remembered the first 40 words. So Li Wuxiang realized that Xue Baoping might not be suitable for cultivation - these words were not ordinary articles, but had a kind of strange power. According to Zhao Kui and Zhao Qi, "how fast you remember" can already show a person's aptitude.
But he still patiently taught her to use homophones or associations to help her remember the first fifty-three words. Watching her sitting there concentrating and repeating them over and over again for fear of forgetting, he quietly got up and walked back to the woodshed where he lived and closed the doors and windows.
In the past month since he escaped from the trap, he had been unable to continue his cultivation due to extreme hunger and the mixed energy in his body. But because of the effect of the small pill of Fuyuan Baosheng that Zhao Qi asked him to take, he now felt a rare sense of calmness. Just now, when he was reciting the chapter of Huai Lu Bao Xia with Xue Baoping, the energy in his body even began to flow slowly and involuntarily, which meant that he was back on the right path.
So Li Wuxiang sat cross-legged on the straw couch, closed his eyes slightly as he did in the stove, and took a long, light breath.
While in the furnace, he had already reached the realm of "sparkling the true seed", which was equivalent to what Zhao Qi called "building the foundation". Now that he could run the exercises smoothly again, Li Wuxiang found that he had made more progress than before he escaped.
At that time, he still had a human body, which was to gather the essence of his internal organs into the skin to keep the essence of the human body from dispersing. But now he only had the skin, and under the skin was Zhao Kui's treasure woven with gold thread. This seemed to directly call him into another stage after "fazhenzhong", the realm of "jiejiugong". "Zhao Xi" once said that Zhao Kui was a Qi-refining practitioner who was about to form a pill. If it was divided according to Guang Chanzi's standards, it was the time when "jiejiugong" would be perfected.
When Li Wuxiang was running his Qi, he really felt the "Nine Palaces Vacuum" - his empty body seemed to have become his endless and broad meridians, and his internal organs and blood had all been transformed into his skin. But if he had used his human body and had steadily cultivated from the realm of "sending the true seed" to the perfect realm of "unlocking the Nine Palaces", his body should be full of Qi at this time. But now it was like a newly dug lake, with an amazing capacity but empty. Even the pill that Zhao Qi had given him before was completely used to clear the weeds and branches that had originally grown in this lake.
Li Wuxiang recalled the key to the practice of Jiugong in Guangchanzi, and tried to breathe slowly to gather spiritual energy into the empty body. But after entering into meditation for an hour and coming out of it, he found that there was almost no change in his body - the spiritual energy absorbed from the surroundings in this hour was only equivalent to one or two drops of water falling into this big lake.
According to Guang Chanzi's formal practice, this lake should have been refined and filled with most of a person's primordial yang, or innate qi, at birth. Now it is filled with acquired spiritual energy, and it is unknown when it will be filled. But at least this made Li Wuxiang feel at ease - he didn't know whether he could still practice after turning into an inhuman painted skin, but now the answer is certain. So as long as there is a clear solution to a matter, it is not a bad thing.
He exhaled slightly and opened his eyes, and heard Xue Baoping still mumbling in the yard, as if reciting the fifty-three words he taught her. He sighed and was about to get up when he suddenly realized that it was dark.
No, it wasn't dark. At that moment, his eyes turned into pure darkness, not the scene when it was dark or when he closed his eyes, where he could still see countless flying white dots. His keen perception seemed to be completely deprived at this moment, and he couldn't tell whether he was standing or sitting at the moment. It was as if his body had completely disappeared in this pure and heavy darkness, leaving only his consciousness. But he didn't feel fear or panic at all, not even surprise or vigilance. On the contrary, he felt a kind of joy, a kind of joy when greedy desires were slightly satisfied, and the familiar sense of grandeur and emptiness.
It is an external evil.
The first time the external evil appeared was when he was trapped in a secret room, smelled the bamboo paper scent on Zhao Xi, and was eager to find a way to escape the predicament. At that time, it suddenly came down and gave him a clear "concept", helping him to clarify the situation at the time.
The second time it appeared was a few days ago. He was drugged by Zhao Qi and almost revealed his identity in the illusion. At that time, he took the initiative to ask for help from the external evil, and it responded.
The name "external evil" is not a good one, and Zhao Kui also said that external evil can drive people crazy, but those two experiences were of great help to Li Wuxiang, so he did not think that this thing was a big threat. Compared with his memory, those harsh bosses and the risk of death that could not be escaped in another world, this "external evil" in him could even be called harmonious.
But these days, Li Wuxiang also thought about this question -
On both occasions, he could feel the eager greed of the evil spirit, and he was sure it wanted something. The help it provided for him, according to his understanding, seemed to be an advance investment in the demand, or it didn't want him, who was possessed or inhabited by it, to die.
But the question is, what if I stop asking it for anything? What will happen to it if I continue to ignore its demands and greed?
Now Li Wuxiang knew the answer. After offering help twice, the foreign evil showed its other magical power - it pulled him in. Without any warning, without any room for resistance, he was deprived of any ability other than thinking.
This experience was not a pleasant one, but after becoming Zhao Qi's disciple, the external evil was indeed the next thing he wanted to figure out. Even if it was a knife that could fall at any time, he had to see clearly where it was hanging before he could feel at ease.
So, in the darkness, Li Wuxiang imagined himself taking a deep breath and asked in his mind, "What do you want?"
(End of this chapter)