Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 455: Taking the Object from the Bag, a Strike at the Void

"My dear Xu, the combination of illusion and Dao realm you practiced is quite unique. You can escape with the help of wind and blend into the invisible world. You have continuously avoided the attacks and searches of the eighth-level silver-helmeted monster insects. This is an incredible life-saving skill."

The old man in black robe praised generously and took the initiative to turn the topic to the fight that had just happened.

Fighting and practicing are both brain-intensive tasks.

There is an old saying among humans, "The one who plans more will win, the one who plans less will not win, let alone the one who does not plan at all". He is a cultivator from the demon clan, who awakened relatively late, and relied on his talent to act brute force, fighting his way out of the bottom of the society through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It was only later that he slowly figured out the principles of using his brain for cultivation.

Of course, in the face of absolute strength, any calculation is vulnerable.

With his eyesight, he could easily see through Taoist Xu's location when he hid in the wind, and could crush him to death with just a finger.

What he admired was the little fellow's ability to cleverly use the right time, right place, and right people, just right and not offensive. This was a unique talent that most monks could never grasp in their entire lives.

Humans call it "insight."

Xu Yuanchang was silently reviewing his battle with the eighth-level demon insect in his mind, summarizing his experience and losses. Hearing the black-robed old man trying to give him some advice, he smiled and said humbly, "Mr. Wu, thank you for your praise. If it weren't for your support, I would have immediately fled with Lazy Tiger when I saw the Silver-Helmed Demon Insect blocking the way. I wouldn't have dared to waste time talking to him. Besides, I could rely on the treasure to suppress the demon insect for a while, but I couldn't cause serious damage to it. If it broke out of the town, I would have to flee with Lazy Tiger."

The insect cultivator, relying on his higher level of cultivation, thought highly of himself and was careless in tactics.

This gave him an opportunity, otherwise his plan would not be so easy to succeed, and he might have to go through a few more rounds.

The old man in black robe walked forward with a crutch and asked, "Your semi-immortal weapon is very unique. It is not powerful enough to write only the word 'Zhen'. Try to write the word 'Yao' to make it 'Zhen Yao'. The power of the bronze tablet will be doubled, which may have an unexpected effect."

Having reached such a high level of cultivation, he could almost tell most of the things in the lower and upper realms at a glance.

There is an old saying, "A doctor cannot cure himself, and a man cannot save himself." He has supernatural powers that know everything, but he is helpless against his own illness. He is under the will of heaven, and the consequences of going against it are too serious.

But he never regretted his decision.

Cultivation is about cultivating the mind. He firmly believed that he had not taken the wrong path. The mistake was that he had the opportunity to transcend the calamity and ascend to the immortal world, but he did not do so in time. He was too competitive.

He accidentally fell into the little trap set by Heaven, and by the time he realized it, there was no turning back.

Xu Yuanchang stopped suddenly, as if a ray of light illuminated his mind and made him suddenly realize that Mu Xiaoxiao, Lin Sanren and others only had a vague understanding of the purpose of the Zhentian Stele. In fact, this semi-immortal weapon can "suppress monsters", "souls", "ghosts", "gods" and "immortals", and it must be used on specific targets.

He already had the ability to work on the first set of "Zhen" characters, and after the text on the stele was cleared, he wrote the second character on it, forming a perfect closed loop.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu, for enlightening me. I have learned another trick."

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists and expressed his sincere gratitude.

He understood the old man's intention, "If you want to get something, you must first give it," and used this method to bring them closer together.

He never objected to using the method of offering benefits to make deals, and finally he felt at ease with the old man traveling with him.

The old man in black robe waved his hand and said, "It's not worth mentioning. You just haven't thought of it yet. It will happen sooner or later." He asked again, "Didn't your master teach you how to deal with higher-level cultivators? Or give you a semi-immortal weapon with sharp attack power?"

Xu Yuanchang was embarrassed to say that his master was "so stingy". Even the bronze tablet in his hand came from unknown sources. His master would not directly give him a semi-immortal soldier and encourage his laziness.

It also directly proves that Senior Wu already knew his origins.

He could tell that the old man wanted to give him a semi-immortal weapon, so he replied, "My master was worried that I would go astray, rely on the benefits of the semi-immortal weapon, and forget the original intention of the Tao heart, so he gave me some mysterious principles. He taught me that 'all great enlightenments were once incurable. If the heart is not dead, the Tao will not be born. The end of the heart is the beginning of entering the Tao.' I am stupid and cannot comprehend the true meaning. I can only follow the master's footsteps again, 'wandering in the mortal world, tasting the various flavors of life', hoping that one day I can enter the Tao."

The old man in black robe silently chewed on the seemingly contradictory aphorisms such as "great enlightenment, no medicine can save you", which were full of mysteries of heaven and earth. He fell into deep thought for a while, and the black robe on his body gave off a faint smell of decay and death.

The weeds under his feet withered instantly, lost their vitality, and spread outwards at an extremely fast speed.

Xu Yuanchang retreated a hundred miles with the black cat whose fur stood on end, so as not to disturb the old man's thoughts.

He couldn't guess the old man's level of cultivation. He had just casually killed an eighth-level demon insect with a crutch. He seemed too powerful. An ordinary ninth-level demon would definitely not be able to do it. It would take at least three or two hits. The demon insect was good at speed and was not a soft persimmon that could be bullied.

From what the old man said, he is not interested in semi-immortal soldiers.

He deliberately added a few more words, "Give me a peach, and I will give you a plum in return", as a way of thanking the old man for teaching him how to use the Heaven-Suppressing Stele.

When it was midnight, with the moon high in the sky, the old man in black robe suddenly restrained his aura and waved in the direction of a bonfire in the distance.

Xu Yuanchang packed up the tea sets, put out the fire, and walked forward with the black cat, carrying the bamboo basket on his back.

The old man in black robe leaned on a wooden crutch, his back straighter than before, and said, "There are still some mysteries of the great Dao that I have not figured out. For the time being, I will continue to travel with you and slowly comprehend them on the road. Your master is a genius, and his understanding of the Dao is profound. Unfortunately, we have a short relationship. I have only met him three times and have not been able to have a deep relationship. But Sanzhou, the fake monk, had the honor of communicating with your master face to face for twenty days."

He has been practicing for a long time, even earlier than Master Sanzhou.

Yan Shan, Gao Jian, Yuan Zhu and others who ascended to the upper realm at that time were all juniors. When people talk about "Wu Bujiang" or "Centipede", they are very famous and resounding throughout the seven realms of the upper realm. On the contrary, his real name, Wu Xiang, is almost unknown.

Xu Yuanchang had never heard of the name "Sanzhou". A monk who could be teased by the old man must be a peerless master. He smiled and said, "It is a blessing for me to have you along the way. I won't be bullied."

Accompanied by the bright moon, the two men and the cat continued their night journey.

The old man in black robe did not expose the Taoist's lies. How could the little guy be willing to have an outsider like him follow him? He felt uncomfortable walking, but he was under pressure that he could not get rid of. There was nothing he could do about it.

He liked the little guy's serious face as he talked nonsense and said nice things against his will.

One can infer something about his master's personality through his apprentice. He felt a sense of regret for missing out, so he asked casually, "I hit that little bug on the head with a stick. Can you see what it means?"

Xu Yuanchang was refreshed. The opportunity to learn the secret method of attack had come. He thought for a while and replied, "I only saw that your stick was in an uncertain state, which allowed it to avoid the layers of interception by the silver-helmeted monster insect with its foot blade. The power of your stick didn't seem to be very strong. It just killed the silver-helmeted monster insect without any waste."

He was proficient in the art of "emptiness and tranquility", and understood the "nothingness" of the inner illusion that creates nothingness, and the "image" of reality that illuminates reality. Therefore, he could see different mysteries from an ordinary stick, but he could not yet touch the surface of that kind of attack method.

Unable to find the right way in, he must seize the rare opportunity to ask for advice.

The old man in black robes did not show off his mysteries. He pointed out: "I am using the 'Dongxu' rule. It is the original meaning of the word 'Dongxu', which refers to the seventh-level Dongxu realm of human cultivators. I realized it in a battle when I was at the eighth level."

"Stretching out the stick is 'real', reaching out to accumulate power is 'empty', and hitting the target is 'real' again. The two transformation processes in between can be understood as passing through a 'gate'. Even if the target is a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand miles away, it only takes one strike to reach out and take something. Understanding and mastering the key to 'seeing through the world, the void is one' is 'the strike to see through the void'."

The old man explained as he stretched out a wooden crutch and handed it forward. His movements were slow but contained the mysteries of the great Dao. The process of the wooden crutch turning into virtual and then into real was like a set of slow-motion movements.

"Bang!" The wooden crutch hit a rock mountain a hundred miles away, knocking it down thirty feet. The rubble rolled down, startling countless birds and animals living in the forest.

There was a strange gleam in Xu Yuanchang's eyes. The old man opened a new door of rules for him. He understood the old man's explanation of the theory that "Dongxu" was a door, and remembered the stick knocking that was demonstrated specifically for him.

He immersed himself in pondering the two transformation processes of "Dongxu Strike".

Neither of them spoke anymore. The old man in black robe continued to ponder the Golden Immortal's experience that "if the mind does not die, the Tao will not arise; the end of the mind is the beginning of entering the Tao."

Under the bright moonlight, the two of them became six shadows, walking silently along the night journey.

The black cat followed silently behind.

When we walked there it was dawn, a thin mist was flowing through the mountains and dew was dripping on the grass and leaves.

Xu Yuanchang suddenly stopped, looked at the old man who had stopped, and said, "Old Wu, I want to stay here for a few days and try to comprehend the 'Dongxu Yiji'."

He felt that he was only half a step away from mastering this skill.

He had a solid foundation in the art of "emptiness and tranquility", and had mastered the "nothingness" and "image" of illusion, which was similar to the "Dongxu" taught by the old man. The only difference was the practical experience, and he didn't want to miss the fresh feeling.

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The old man in black robe smiled and said, "Okay, I need to take a break as well. It doesn't matter if you stay for eight or ten years."

Xu Yuanchang took out three jars of spiritual wine and placed them in the air, saying, "I heard my master joke after drinking that 'the true way is to reconcile with your own heart'. I am not at that level yet, so I don't understand the true meaning. Perhaps you can use this as a drink to kill time."

The old man in black robe nodded slightly, feeling touched.

The little guy knew what he needed, so he hammered here and there and finally got the good stuff in return.

He pointed to the hills on both sides with his wooden crutch and told Black Cat, "Lazy Tiger, build two caves. They don't need to be too big, just enough to live in."

The black cat obeyed the order and disappeared quietly into the ground.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the two simple caves were completed, and the old man in black robe also made simple arrangements for the place.

When the two of them moved into their respective caves, all traces of them were erased to avoid being disturbed.

The shocking news that a powerful person from the Nine-Story Tower had arrived in Xiantao Continent and killed an eighth-level silver-helmeted monster insect with a crutch spread throughout the twelve continents of the Great Wilderness Mountain Region overnight.

The ruins of the battlefield became a holy place where monks from all over the world came to pay homage.

People come and go in an endless stream.

But what's strange is that the black-robed and masked master from the Ninth Floor, a Taoist priest with ordinary appearance, and a black cat disappeared. No one knows where they went.

Xu Yuanchang hid in the magic mirror space, and tried to figure out the "Dongxu Strike" day and night.

He used the stick sword he had refined as a stick, and passed the sword thousands of times every day, simulating the transition from real to virtual and then striking again. Failure after failure consumed the fresh inspiration he remembered.

Occasionally he would stop, close his eyes and meditate, reorganize his thoughts, and recall the blow the old man demonstrated.

Time passed day by day, and before I knew it, five years had passed.

A trace of helplessness appeared on Xu Yuanchang's face. He felt that he fully understood the "process of transforming the virtual into the real twice". For example, with the door, he also used his perseverance to master the first two steps, but still failed in the last blow of transforming the virtual into the real, which made him feel disappointed.

Do I have to continue to stay in seclusion here?
He stood quietly on the mound of earth in the boundless grassland, silently thinking about any possible solutions.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to him, and a flying knife appeared in his hand, which he had not touched for many years.

Silently contemplating for a moment, one can immerse oneself in a state of emptiness and tranquility.

He raised his hand and the knife light disappeared briefly into the void. When it reappeared, it chopped off a small tree on a mound ten miles away with a "puff" sound, and the flying knife pierced into the soil.

"That's it?!"

Xu Yuanchang's face showed an irrepressible ecstasy, and he laughed loudly: "The truth is simple, I just thought too complicated."

He waved his hand to take back the flying knife, drew out his stick sword, and thrust it forward normally. The sword light suddenly appeared on the mound ten miles away, piercing through the illusion, and "dong", pierced the magic weapon itself.

It was not until this time that Xu Yuanchang was sure that he had mastered a magical law of the Dongxu realm with enormous killing power.

In the future, you can combine it with his illusions, or use it in conjunction with his body movements to make it even more weird and wonderful, making it hard to guard against.

After walking out of the magic mirror space, Xu Yuan stroked the black cat that appeared beside him.

He pushed open the stone door of the cave that had been closed for many years and handed the stick and sword forward with ease. The sword light turned from real to virtual, and then from virtual to real. In the blink of an eye, the stick and sword pierced a huge rock ten miles away.

"Boom!" The rocks exploded and a fist-sized hole appeared in the mountain.

"Yes, in just five years, you have mastered the 'Void Strike'. Young Master Xu's comprehension is amazing."

The old man in black robe appeared nearby and gave instructions: "In the process of virtual-real transformation, the power and the spirit of the law must be focused on a point. You can experience it slowly. It requires long-term practice."

Xu Yuanchang sheathed his sword, clasped his fists and bowed to receive instruction.

He used flying knives to perform the "Dongxu Strike", which further unleashed the power of this magical power.

Seeing that the old man's back was completely straight, it was obvious that he had benefited a lot in the past few years.

After a brief exchange, the two people and the cat were back on the road.

Continue their journey of experience.

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(End of this chapter)