Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 409 Taiyi Dao Fruit
After finding a place, Wen Lianggong took out the dining table and set it up with delicious wine and food. When they were enjoying their meal, the sloppy old Taoist who had been sitting at the door of the study twitched his nose.

Immediately, the body that seemed to have been stiff for hundreds of years finally softened.

Then, under Wen Lianggong's surprised gaze, the old Taoist priest raised his sword and walked briskly to Wen Lianggong and bowed.

"Fellow Daoist, you are so polite. Could you please treat me to a meal?"

It was fine for Wen Lianggong to be kind, but... He said calmly: "Of course it's OK, but could the old Taoist priest please wash your hands and rinse your teeth?"

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, then he looked down and saw how sloppy he looked. His face turned red and he immediately reached out and wiped it.

A ray of immortal light flashed, and the old Taoist looked like a different person, with white hair and a youthful face, an immortal demeanor, and an otherworldly aura emanating from his whole body.

The old Taoist said apologetically, "I have been concentrating on the sword techniques in the book pavilion these years and forgot to take care of myself. I am sorry to make you laugh."

As he said this, he sat down. Wen Lianggong flicked his finger, and a set of bowls and chopsticks appeared in front of the old Taoist.

Seeing this, the old Taoist raised the wine glass in his hand, toasted to Wen Liang respectfully, and then drank it in one gulp.

The old Taoist smacked his lips, looking savoring the taste.

"Good wine, full of spirit, mellow fermentation, worthy of the word nectar."

After saying that, he picked up another piece of food, put it into his mouth, and started chewing with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Okay, okay, I'm ashamed to say that I haven't eaten for nearly a thousand years since I came to the Void Great Wall. I thought I would have to live on wind and dew for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect to have a good meal."

Wen Lianggong took in the Taoist priest's entirety and said with a smile, "This is just made from the immortal spirit that spontaneously condensed on the dining table. It can't be called a delicacy, but it's just barely edible."

"Being able to have a hot meal in this place is enough to make countless people envious."

The old Taoist exclaimed: "What a great treasure!"

After a pause, the old Taoist and Wen Lianggong ate, drank and chatted.

The old Taoist's name was Qianqing. He only had his Taoist name and had long forgotten his secular name.

Qian Qing asked curiously, "I saw you sitting upright like a rock for 150 years. Have you mastered the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills?"

Wen Lianggong's eyes twitched slightly. He had thought that Qian Qing, who was sitting at the door of the study, had already immersed himself in comprehending the sword techniques, but he didn't expect that he could still spare the energy to pay attention to the things around him.

But that's true, this library is not a private place. Didn't we see Wen Lianggong yelling, Chifeng practicing sword and shouting, and Sun Li jumping up and down making quite a noise?

It is definitely worth paying attention to.

Wen Lianggong nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your concern. I have already mastered the Eight-Nine Profound Art in the past few days. Next, I just need to refine my magic power, strengthen my body, and strengthen my soul. I will be able to make progress step by step."

The threshold for practicing the Eight-Nine Profound Art is extremely high. Only when one has reached the realm of true immortality is one qualified to practice it. Now that he has entered the door, although his magic power has not recovered to the level of Three-Point Return to Origin, his level of refinement is definitely far beyond what it was before.

The strength has increased instead of decreased.

During these one hundred and fifty years, whether it was constructing the great circulation of inner and outer heaven and earth, refining the acupoints of the physical body, or changing the attributes of the soul, his physical and mental fitness had improved greatly.

This is also the reason why his life has become increasingly easier over the past hundred and fifty years.

Now, with his physical condition, he can finally come and go freely in this void wall, but he is still far from being able to move mountains and seas like in the mythological world.

Now, to be honest, Wen Lianggong always feels like he is dreaming back to the time when he was practicing martial arts.

He always felt that the more he practiced, the more he would go backwards. Of course, this illusion was only because the suppression power of this Void Great Wall was extremely strong. This Void Great Wall, which was made of countless big stars, had a great suppression power from heaven and earth.

In the past, he could easily roar to shatter mountains and rivers by opening his mouth, but here it has really become a breath.

The old Taoist Qianqing tasted all the dishes on the table one by one and finished most of them. He drank most of the wine in the jug and was about to put down his chopsticks, feeling quite unsatisfied.

Suddenly, a new round of dishes appeared in front of Qianqing.

This made Qianqing pause slightly, and then his eyes lit up.

"Fellow Daoist, are you going to take action at this dinner table?"

Wen Lianggong smiled and shook his head, saying, "I won't sell this item. It has been my spiritual sustenance for so many years of cultivation."

To be honest, this dining table gave him enough motivation on the long journey from the Milky Way to Andromeda. There were many times when he was exhausted due to his own magic power leaps. This dining table accompanied him for too many times.

I cried several times while eating.

Qian Qing said with a look of pity: "This dining table must have been made by a master who is good at mediating the creation. Otherwise, it would be impossible to condense and absorb the immortal spirit energy to create something out of thin air. It is really eye-opening."

Wen Lianggong smiled but said nothing, and naturally would not argue with Qianqing about this matter.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The two finally became familiar with each other. Qian Qing, who had been hesitant to speak for several times, finally said after careful consideration: "Daoyou, do you think that the Eight-Nine Profound Art is extremely difficult to practice?"

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows, and of course he understood what the other party wanted to say. He nodded and said, "Yes, a little bit."

Qian Qing said: "If you continue to cultivate at this rate, I'm afraid the demonic tide will come before you even reach the Taiyi Dao Fruit."

Wen Lianggong asked curiously, "Do you have any solution?"

Seeing that Wen Lianggong was not panicked at all, and even looked quite carefree, he could not help but be stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I am indeed thoughtful of you, but since you are in favor of a meal, I still want to talk to you."

Wen Lianggong: "Just say it."

Qian Qing pondered for a moment and said, "The threshold for practicing the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills is extremely high, and it is difficult to learn and master. Even though it is a teaching from a saint, if you don't follow the steps well, practicing will be extremely difficult."

Behold, the art of speaking!

Qianqing spoke very tactfully, and he was completely different from Sun Li.

Wen Lianggong naturally understood what the other party said, and asked curiously: "Is there any explanation?"

Qian Qing smiled and said, "Daoist friends, you must know that the most famous practitioner of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art is the Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian. The rest, whether it's Yuan Hong or others, have practiced it, but only a few have succeeded in practicing it, and only a few have entered the Dao. Even the saint's disciple, Jade Ding Zhenren, has only practiced thirty-six turns and has not made any progress."

At this point, Qianqing took a bite of food and said while eating, "Yang Jian is the nephew of the Jade Emperor, and has the blood of an innate creature in his body. Whether he is cultivating magic skills, taking the path of pure cultivation of the primordial spirit, or the path of becoming a saint in the flesh, it is all excellent.

Take Yuan Hong for example. Although he has also practiced the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, he is just a white ape spirit and is far less proficient than Yang Jian."

At this point, Qian Qing smiled and said, "How about you give up practicing Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts and practice sword techniques with me? I have comprehended a profound sword technique in that book pavilion, and refining Taiyi Dao Fruit will be a piece of cake for me."

Wen Lianggong respectfully declined the offer.

(End of this chapter)