Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 230

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On Qingyang Peak.

As soon as Su Qinian arrived in front of the palace gate, he saw the wrinkled and kind smiling faces of his grandmother and grandmother.

"Where's grandpa?" Su Qinian asked suspiciously.

Mrs. Chu rolled her eyes angrily, and said angrily, "Your grandfather is fighting cocks!"

cockfighting?

When Su Qinian walked into the palace, after more than a month, the entire Qingyang Palace was almost brand new. Except for some simple furnishings, most of the palaces had been repaired, and they were already a little bit grander than before.

Behind the Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian walked into the courtyard, and saw under a few green bamboos, the grandfather and the old man were sitting in front of the stone table, staring at each other, on the stone table was a chessboard, but they were fighting indiscriminately .

"Brother begging for years!"

The little girl didn't want to run over, so she started to complain: "Grandpa and the others have been playing for a long time, and they don't want to play with you."

Su Qinian was also a little dumbfounded, the two old people seemed to be in a stalemate, and neither would let the other go, even if he walked in at this moment, the two of them didn't seem to see it, they were completely forgetful.

At this time, the fat man and the three hadn't returned to the mountain, Su Qinian said a few words with the little girl, and then walked out of the yard under the same dissatisfied eyes of you, little girl, and came to the Qingyang Palace, in front of the dry Qingyang Spring .

The hidden Qingyang sword seal between the eyebrows emerged, and Su Qinian stepped into the world of the primordial spirit.

No matter how many times he watched the heyday of five hundred years ago, Su Qinian felt an invisible spur. After laying the imprint of Qingyang Peak, there is no difference between them.

In front of the Qingyang Hall, Master Jiyuan was very calm. After seeing him, he nodded slightly and said, "You are here."

"I am coming."

Su Qinian also nodded, both of them were more tasteless than water, but Su Qinian felt a sense of relief in his body, he liked to be in contact with people like this, with no status, no cultivation, no seniority, no closeness.

Taoist Ji Yuan was dressed in a green robe, his eyes were warm, and then he sat down on the stone steps in front of Qingyang Hall, put the whisk in his hand aside, and patted the stone steps beside him, signaling Su Qinian to sit down.

After Su Qinian sat down, Master Jiyuan turned his body sideways, raised one hand, and stroked his temple hair, and saw that in the deepest part, a dozen white hairs were shining silvery and crystal clear under the sun.

"Suspend your life, suspend your life, suspend your life, suspend your own life, suspend your life in accordance with the sky, and punish on behalf of the heaven. How can people compare with heaven."

"This is life."

Master Jiyuan took a deep breath, and said: "The destiny is hard to break, there is a definite number in the destiny, there is stillness in the steadiness, and there is movement in the stillness."

Su Qinian didn't quite understand it, but he also understood that Master Jiyuan knew the hidden dangers of "Sword of Death". As he now, he understands that at most, he may not live for fifty years.

Shouyuan is different from vital energy, life energy is lost, as long as the foundation is still there, it can eventually be replenished, but if the life essence supporting longevity is reduced, it is almost impossible to replenish.

Therefore, people who practice martial arts are constantly pursuing a stronger realm. One is an irresistible powerful force, and the other is the pursuit of a longer life.

Therefore, in the realm of second-rate dragons and tigers, dragons and tigers gather to form a golden elixir, which is also called the Tao of Longevity in Taoism. There is a saying in Jianghu martial arts: the gathering of dragons and tigers asks for longevity.

In today's world, if ordinary people die, they will live to be an octogenarian at most, but once a martial arts practitioner gathers together and condenses golden core, they can live to be a hundred years old, and when they reach the first-class Primordial Realm, they can live for another fifty years. Shouyuan.

"If you break through the second-rate, or the first-rate, can't you add it?"

Su Qinian asked, although he has long understood that the absorption of life essence in "Xiu Ming Knife" will continue to accelerate as his understanding of the sword technique deepens, even if he breaks into the second-rate dragon and tiger realm, or even the first-rate chaos I'm afraid Yuan Jing can't change anything, the only thing that will change is his saber technique, which will become stronger and stronger in the end, and it is very likely to exceed people's cognition and reach an unimaginable state.

"No."

Master Jiyuan opened his mouth without giving the slightest surprise, then pointed at the Yuanshen world in front of him, and sighed: "It's enough to see it for five hundred years."

"not enough."

A voice sounded, a little rigid and jerky. At some time, the young Taoist priest came to the front of the hall. He looked at Master Jiyuan and Su Qinian with serious eyes.

After half a stick of incense, the young Taoist priest also sat on the steps, on Su Qinian's right hand side.

All three fell silent, and for a while, the entire Qingyang Hall was empty, and needles could be heard falling.

After half an hour passed, the young Taoist said again: "Master, do you still want to fight?"

His tone had a kind of confusion that Su Qinian had never seen before. Master Jiyuan was slightly startled, and then he smiled. His smile was so bright that it seemed that the blue and white sun in the nine heavens was eclipsed.

"Fight, why not fight? We don't fight day and night. We have been fighting for five hundred years, so we must continue to fight."

He spoke slowly but firmly, then looked at Su Qinian and said, "It's time, go, go to Beijing."

Enter Beijing!

It was as if Su Qinian had been struck by lightning. He didn't expect to hear such a sentence suddenly. In that far north, in that square city, there were so many places he was familiar with. Almost all his memories of the past ten years were there. Well, what he was most afraid of was going back there, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was afraid of seeing any mansion that was sealed up and dilapidated.

There is his home.

He really wasn't ready yet. Su Qinian's original intention was to wait until more than four years had passed and he had entered the first-class Primordial Realm, and then he would enter Beijing as the master of Wudang Qingyang Peak. , compared to the Chang'an City of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it is still too immature, and it is even difficult to make a fool of it.

In addition, from the moment the old housekeeper sent him on the road, he secretly swore in his heart that when he returned to that city, he must walk through the vermilion gate openly.

Everything happened so fast that Su Qinian was caught off guard.

"Why, don't you want to?"

Master Jiyuan smiled, and wondered if he had seen through Su Qinian's thoughts, and said indifferently: "Only there, can you live longer, become stronger, have a destiny, and move in silence."

Su Qinian couldn't understand the last sentence, what is fate, there is movement in the silence, but he understood the first sentence.

Live longer and get stronger!

This is what he wants. The tenth level of foundation building of the top foundation building skill obviously has a great impact on the speed of practice, and it consumes too much. Reaching the first-class Hunyuan realm in many years is probably not much easier than ascending to the blue sky.

"I'll go." Su Qinian nodded heavily, and then asked, "Where are you going?"

He believes that Master Ji Yuan is not just letting him go to Beijing.

"Taoist."

Master Jiyuan spit out these two words lightly.

Su Qinian was startled when he heard the words, and then thought about it. He had a sense of familiarity with these two words. It wasn't until he flipped through the many books recorded in his mind that he was shocked. It was there!

When it comes to Daoist Academy, perhaps not many people know about it now, but when it comes to Royal Academy, there must be no one in Dahan who knows it, no one knows it.

The Holy Land of Confucianism and Taoism in the world is directly under the Royal Confucianism and Taoism Academy.

Except for the Han military, almost [-]% of the officials came out of the Royal Academy, and the remaining [-]% were not qualified to enter it and become students at first.

Yes, this is the Royal Academy. Over the years, if you have passed the imperial examinations in high school, you may be selected by the Royal Academy and accepted as a registered student. There are many bachelors, university scholars, and even great Confucians in the academy. But he is a rare strong man in this world, who has many privileges. Except for the face saint, everyone can not worship, even some great Confucian scholars, even the emperor of Han Dynasty, treat each other with courtesy.

And as long as one comes out of the Royal Academy, once one becomes an official, the starting point is at least the seventh rank, and the prosperity is just around the corner.

Therefore, in today's world, as long as you are a scholar, no one does not want to enter the Royal Academy, but the lowest threshold is also the middle school, so many scholars sleep and forget food, study hard day and night, buy bows to practice strength, and visit martial arts gyms, all in order to one day be able to enter the Royal Academy. In the academy, being a student of a bachelor, even if it is a named disciple, is enough to honor the ancestors. At least in the next hundred years, hundreds of years, it will be remembered by a town and a county, and written in local stories.

Compared with the Royal Academy, the Taoist Academy is unknown, at least for the past five hundred years, it has been unknown.

The way of immortality and Buddhism are Taoist temples.

This is an academy belonging to two schools of Buddhism and Taoism. If five hundred years ago, some people might have heard of it, but in the past five hundred years, it has gradually faded out of people's sight. Few Buddhist and Taoist sects are willing to send their disciples. Into it, even for more than a hundred years, with the succession of this generation of Han emperors and the establishment of Hulong Villa, disciples of some sects and aristocratic families are more willing to join Hulong Villa, become Dragon Guards, and worship the seventh-rank official, thus You can get a first-class martial art treasured in the Qiankun arsenal.

Therefore, in the past hundred years, the Taoist Academy has not had a single sect or aristocratic disciple.

It was also Su Qinian who used to live in that Sifang City, and happened to pass by that dilapidated Taoist monastery. The gate probably hadn't been opened for nearly a hundred years, and there was only a small door in the corner to go in and out. I don't know if there are any living people inside. .

Su Qinian hesitated to speak, and wanted to say something, but then, Master Ji Yuan handed him a bowl.

That's right, it's just a bowl, an ordinary-looking porcelain bowl, the glaze color has been peeled off, and even a corner is missing. The body of the bowl is dark, and there are still old stains. From the point of view, it is not worth collecting and storing.

"Take it and go to the monastery. If you want to change your life, go there."

Su Qinian took the bowl, being a little careful, for fear of crushing it with force, he really wanted to tell Master Jiyuan about the changes in the past five hundred years, but the young Taoist waved his hand at him, refusing to let him speak. (Please subscribe, everyone come to the starting point to support genuine subscription.)

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