With magical powers, I can quietly meditate on sutras for hundreds of years and become an immortal.

Chapter 121 The Hundred Days of Foundation Establishment
  "A poor Taoist never accepts disciples."

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass.

Li Zhen stared at the man kneeling on the vast earth.

The young man raised his head with some stubbornness and expectation in his eyes.

He shook his head slightly and said this.

It was just as he said.

In the blink of an eye, more than sixty years have passed since I came to this world.

People around you come and go, including those you are familiar with, those you are close to, and those you serve.

But in all this time, he has never accepted a disciple.

Even though he has almost inherited his lifelong martial arts, nature is the closest to this statement.

Again, this is not the case.

If you think about it carefully, why are you unwilling?

I feel that my martial arts skills are poor and I am afraid that it will delay the success of others.

He also felt that it was a waste of time and hindered his pursuit of immortality.

But it comes down to it.

Still one word: lazy!

Both lazy and afraid of trouble.

Master, Master, a teacher is like a father.

He didn't even have his own children, so how could he be willing to take care of other people's children?

Therefore, the purpose of this somewhat cunning young man in front of him is.

I'm afraid it's destined to fail.

However, Li Zhen was unwilling to accept him as his disciple.

But it doesn't mean that he is unwilling to pass on his martial arts. These are two different things.

Thinking of Ji Donglai, who usually likes to have fun and takes himself as amusement.

Li Zhen's clear and deep eyes flashed with hints of smiles one after another.

‘Old Man Ji! ’

‘Pindao has found a good disciple for you, so don’t thank him much. ’

Such words in my heart.

Her lowered eyes fell upon hearing his words of rejection.

The boy said nothing, just kowtowed repeatedly.

He stroked his long beard that had grown up again, with a teasing smile on his face, and said:
  "However."

"Pindao has a good friend."

that's it.

Li Zhen found a hill to live near the Hulan tribe for the time being.

The Hulan tribe is the tribe where young Guo Ju belongs.

It is very small, with only a dozen households and a population of less than fifty.

And most of them are old, weak, women and children.

However, I heard that Guo Ju said that when he was young, the Hulan tribe was still a medium-sized tribe with hundreds of string control people.

On this grassland, there are tens of thousands of acres of pasture with rich water and grass.

It is said that Guo Ju and his mother.

It was during a southward raid by the Hulan tribe.

They were taken as trophies and brought back to this grassland.

It has been more than ten years since today.

And all of this can only be regarded as the glory of the past.

After all, nothing in this world goes smoothly every time.

After the warriors in the tribe followed the common leader on this grassland and fought a failed war.

The Hulan tribe inevitably declined.

With the death of warriors in the tribe, the pasture was robbed by other tribes.

If there is no accident.

Perhaps it won't be long before this grassland tribe, which currently consists of only the old, weak, women and children, will survive.

Will disappear in the vast grassland.

And things like this happen all the time in this vast land.

It was so in the past and it is so now.

The same will be true in the future.

But it is different from other tribes that are irreversible and doomed to decline.

Guo Ju, a young man from the Hulan tribe, met Li Zhen.

Perhaps history will turn in another unknown direction here.

But who can know?

Li Zhen doesn't know either.

He just needed to stop and start working on his own practice.

It just so happened that I met a very interesting person.

Moreover, a boy whose eyes are burning with hope.

It just so happened that he was given a chance.

That's it.

Is it difficult to practice?

It's hard.

Martial arts has always been like that for thousands of years, and it's hard to get out of the rut.

Even people as stunningly talented as Li Taiqing or Zhao Shenyue.

You can only sew or add new ideas to it.

But from beginning to end, it has never been able to break away from its framework.

But is practicing simple?

Also simple.

Just pierce the window paper.

In this world, everyone can become a monk.

However, now, it may be said that Li Zhen is the first person in the world to "open his eyes" to see the world.

With open eyes, he stared at the ideas floating and sinking in the sky under the night sky, twinkling like shooting stars.

Some scratching their heads.

He saw the limit of martial arts and figured out how to break through this limit.

He also has a philosophy of practice that supports his practice path and can be followed consistently.

He even summarized it and initially divided the practice nodes.

But Li Zhen ignored one thing.

When you keep quiet in your heart, you will reach the state of "no intention".

The spirit is extraordinary and can provide insights.

So much so that you can touch it with your extremely condensed spirit, soul, or martial will.

That.
  How to take the next step efficiently and effectively?

That is: absorb the inspiration and integrate it into the body.

Just like the Foolish Old Man who moved a mountain, he worked hard little by little.

Or let’s explore the underlying truth.

And then summarized a set of effective methods.

Bringing in the thoughts of combing through the past and creating martial arts canons.

Obviously, Li Zhen chose the latter.

He once heard a saying:

There is no road in the world, but it becomes a road when more people walk on it.

Come to think of it, this is also the case with spiritual practice.

It just hurt him, the first person to walk.

It's a must, it's a difficult road, and every step is arduous.

"Alas, the road ahead will be long."

"Why is it such a difficult word?"

Under the moonlight of the stars, Li Zhen sighed leisurely.

But there was no trace of sadness or resentment on his face?
  Some are expectations for the unknown scenery ahead and the ambition to overcome difficulties and obstacles.

There is also the desire for eternal life.

This situation and this scene are just the moment when I am having a boyish madness.

The tenth year of Jingming has passed by one year after another.

Now Li Zhen is seventy and five years old.

In this world, he is already an out-and-out old man.

Although his body is still strong, his face has not aged much.

But his inexhaustible heart is as hot and bright as ever.

Suppress the surging and fiery inner thoughts.

Li Zhen calmed down and quietly stared at the vast ideas that ordinary people were unaware of in the night.

The spirit is connected, trying to wrap up the tiny particle.

It still enters from the center of the eyebrows and escapes into the body.

The mutation rose sharply.

Whereabouts, whereabouts.

It's like a drop of Ganoderma nectar dripping from the center of my eyebrows to my heart.

Li Zhen's slightly impetuous mood suddenly seemed to be caressed by a pair of invisible big hands.

Eliminate the waves and return to peace.

Then, a huge body of immortal energy suddenly stirred.

But it's not that the Qi pulse is out of balance and running wildly.

And it seems to have turned into a long and orderly river.

Pass through the strange meridians and pass through the eight meridians.

The waves are high, whistling and rushing towards that little bit of spiritual light with joyful spray.

In an instant.

Li Zhen's energy was shaken, as if he had drank a cold drink on a hot day, and his heart felt cold.

Then he looked inside and left.

A bead as round as mercury, but faintly wrapped in black and white, flowing in the mighty true energy.

Swirling around, there was a ding.

Like pearls and jade falling into a green plate, the crisp sound echoed in Li Zhen's heart.

"True Yuan!"

He opened his mouth slightly and murmured to himself.

Wrong, all wrong.

If you have not practiced, you have no right to speak. Even though he is the discoverer and founder of this spiritual path.

But before actually walking up there, even Li Zhen couldn't get a glimpse of its magical panorama.

Who can know.

When it represents the condensation of the natural spirituality of heaven and earth, it falls into the body.

What was formed was not what he had thought before, like the innate energy of martial arts.

But something that is, in essence, something more than that.

It is a magical thing that is condensed from external inspiration and the cultivator's own spirit using true energy as a catalyst.

This is not something that can be cultivated in the Qi Condensation Realm.

Rather, it represents a symbol of foundation building.

This shows that Li Zhen directly crossed the Condensation Qi and pointed directly at the foundation.

After pondering for a long time, his thoughts gradually came back.

"But I think it was wrong before."

"If the meridians are unblocked, they will be unblocked, and if the true Qi is there, it will be there."

"Although they are not walking the same path, the starting point is somewhat the same."

Li Zhen whispered to himself, thinking about something.

Through constant sorting and summarizing, I gained a better understanding of his spiritual path.

In other words, let's put aside the superficial name of martial arts and his path.

Right now, he is actually a monk in the Qi Condensation Realm.

All you have to do is take one step forward.

It is to accommodate the inspiration and turn the true energy into true essence.

This is a sign of achievement in foundation building!
  Similarly, it is also the first key node to achieve the realm of "no body".

Li Zhen silently kept this in mind.

When I go back and rewrite the Secret of Immortality, I will definitely summarize it.

And look back.

All he has to do right now is to keep moving ideas.

Strive to use up all your true energy as soon as possible and completely become the foundation.

Then, start thinking about the way forward.

Thinking like this, Li Zhen was using stupid methods to move it.

Start thinking and trying silently, a more efficient method.

Under the gloomy night.

The figure sitting alone on a small hill in the wilderness grassland does not appear abrupt or lonely.

He is like something that should exist on the top of this mountain, so harmonious and natural.

Weeds seemed to be swaying gently around him, and tired birds were resting on his shoulders.

Until the moon reaches the zenith.

Such calm was broken by bursts of gasping.

From a corner of the mountain, a small head with beads of sweat on its forehead poked out.

"You are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

In the night before his eyes, Li Zhen's smiling face looking at him appeared at some point.

Although he was prepared, the young man Guo Ju was still shocked by him at this moment.

He shook subconsciously and stepped on the ground.

He fell backwards, and suddenly there was a feeling of soaring clouds and mist in his mind.

"It's over."

"To die!"

Waves of panic and annoyance arose in my heart.

Just when he thought he was going to die.

His feet suddenly stepped on solid ground again.

Open your eyes carefully.

In front of him was Li Zhen's smiling face.

"Let's make an agreement first. I will accept a disciple on behalf of my friend and teach you martial arts."

"After you learn it, you won't be able to pass on this skill lightly."

Having just escaped from the shadow of death, Mr. Guo felt dizzy.

What's more, he is only a young boy, even though he has a lot of experience that makes him mature far earlier than his peers.

But in this situation, what rebuttal can be said.

Besides, isn't this exactly what his mother has always taught him?

Ever since, Guo Ju opened his big eyes and nodded fiercely.

"it is good!"

Li Zhenxiao just said it casually.

It's good to see if he has a good heart.

As for what happens in the future, I can’t talk about it.

Although it is extremely possible that this is the relationship between them.

But no one can say for sure about such things as fate.

These thoughts flashed through his mind. Li Zhen looked at him and said:
  "Listen carefully, the martial arts I want to teach you is called "Xiantian Yiqi Nine Yang Kung Fu"

"Mmmmmmm!"

As soon as Guo Ju heard this name, he didn't realize it.

He nodded repeatedly, his eyes igniting the flames of expectation.

Seeing his expression in his eyes, Li Zhen laughed even more in his heart.

It's hard to tell when he stopped this time.

And he taught martial arts to this young Han boy in a foreign land.

Deep down in my heart, is there any trace of bad taste at play?

There was Guo Juxia in the storybook in the previous life, so there might not be a Guo Juxia in this life.

After all, in the previous world, there was no martial arts that could fly over the walls.

And in the current world, he really has it!

Not to mention martial arts, Immortal is probably not far away.

With such interesting thoughts in my mind, I casually recounted the exercises that I made up on the spot.

For him right now, this couldn't be easier.

He looked at the look of admiration and respect in the eyes of the young man in front of him.

Li Zhen looked calm.

But he was already laughing in his heart.

It is often said in books that immortals go into seclusion and practice without knowing how long they have passed.

Although Li Zhen is far from that level.

But he sat on the cliff for three months.

Sit and watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky, the green grass on the grassland, and the shepherds grazing their cattle and sheep.
  Although it looks immobile, it already has some flavor.

March flew by.

His practice has almost reached the end of this stage.

As time went by, I also had some ideas about the method of collecting souls.

After much thought, I still have to settle on spiritual thoughts.

Some ideas, some attempts.

But in the end, there is still no suitable answer.

Li Zhen was not in a hurry.

Who let him walk alone on this road.

There are some things that he must bear.

Take your time, it's still a long time.

Because he felt that with all his true energy, it was gradually transformed into true essence.

My body has begun to change subtly.

Energetic, white hair turning green.

Even the martial arts cultivation of heaven and man, which had been stagnant on the seventh level for a long time, began to loosen slightly.

All this shows that Li Zhen made the right choice.

His youth is lengthening.

His life span is increasing.

And these are just the beginning.

Under such circumstances, how could Li Zhen be anxious?
  The road ahead is bright, just go slowly.

It's night again ten days later.

The grassland was as quiet as water, with only a few howls of wolves occasionally heard.

Suddenly, there was a wanton whistling sound.

The sky and the earth are suddenly turbulent, and the stars seem to be shining down on the world.

But these visions disappeared again after just a moment.

Only a few lone wolves running away with their tails between their legs were left whimpering in the distant night.

And on the top of that hill.

Li Zhen stood against the wind, with his hair flying in the air, full of high spirits.

"It takes a hundred days to build the foundation, but it begins today."

"From now on, traveling to the North Sea in the morning and evening is no longer a dream."

"It's no longer a dream"

Feel the power in your body that is completely different from before, and that is vaguely connected to the outside world.

The joy in Li Zhen's eyes almost burst out.

The joy in my heart is difficult to describe.

If I had to describe it, it would be:

He was a little itchy and couldn't wait to find someone to beat him up.

And the opportunity came soon.

Guo Ju, who came later than usual, jumped up the cliff lightly.

He said apologetically to Li Zhen:

"Senior, a monk came to the tribe today."

"Over the years, the big Han people have abandoned the Immortal Heaven and turned to the Buddha, but small tribes like us have to accept them."

"Oh!"

"It happened."

The joy on Li Zhen's face disappeared.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)