Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 78 Why the Fighting and Killing
Chen Xu didn't want to doubt Master Wu, but he couldn't help it.

The Master just said that, was he afraid that his cultivation was not enough, and that he would be aggressive and violent... and get beaten to death outside in the future?
Does he look like the type of person who would be prone to violence?
Chen Xu didn't know that he didn't need to show any violent tendencies. He just sat there asking Wu Zhengze about the cultivation method, and Wu Zhengze began to worry about him.

Now, in Wu Zhengze's eyes, Chen Xu is no different from a rare treasure.

He still underestimated the value of the three Qingyan poems. What he didn't know was that although the three poems he wrote were only Qingyan at first, that was because he was of low rank and had no achievements.

Secondly, it is because it is basically impossible for any poem, even a truly amazing work, to transcend the blue smoke and become purple smoke when it is first completed.

This is because poetry and the like all require a way to be sung and passed on.

No matter how well you write a poem, if it is not sung, it will only be for your own enjoyment.

If it is not sung and no one reads it, this is the biggest taboo of writing!

You have to touch the hearts of enough people so that the green smoke can become thicker and thicker, until one day it crosses the line and turns into purple smoke.

In Wu Zhengze's opinion, among the three poems that Chen Xu had written in the Ghost Market before, the first one might not be a good one, but the second, third... one had the potential to become Zi Yan.

Even for the second song, after a long time, it may not be impossible to condense golden light.

There is no idle land in the world, yet farmers still starve to death—

Even at this moment, when Wu Zhengze recalled this sentence, he still felt his scalp tighten, as if goosebumps were standing on end all over his body, and an indescribable excitement seemed to burst out of his crown!
It was too shocking. Perhaps it was the young man's accidental discovery, or perhaps it was because the old man in the ghost market was too sympathetic.

Or maybe it was because Chen Xu came from a poor family...

Wu Zhengze didn't know whether Chen Xu would still be able to write like this many years later, but at this moment, he wanted to protect Chen Xu wholeheartedly.

We can't let this rising star fall before our eyes.

But he finally told Chen Xu: "I have heard a little about the stages of Taoist practice. They are: mortal womb, meridian opening, elixir formation, spirit concentration, and emptiness transformation."

Chen Xu discovered that the Taoist practice realm was indeed consistent with what was mentioned in his God of Food scroll.

But according to Wu Zhengze, there are only five realms in Taoism.

However, the God of Food Scroll mentioned eight realms of cultivation: mortal body, opening meridians, condensing elixir, concentrating spirit, transforming into emptiness, entering into subtlety, returning to the truth, and merging with the Tao!
I don’t know whether Wu Zhengze’s knowledge is incomplete, or whether in this era, the practice of Taoism only stops at the state of emptiness?

The world is so vast and full of mysteries. It is perfectly normal for the Master and Chen Xu to not know something.

Chen Xu couldn't help but ask, "Master, what about the comparison of the fighting power between the Taoist monks and the Confucian monks..."

"You." Wu Zhengze shook his head.
There is no need to ask about the combat effectiveness of the Tongmai Realm, and I don’t know what the combat effectiveness of the Ningdan Realm is.

I have only heard that there was a Taoist master who had reached the state of gathering spirits and performed a ritual to call the wind and rain and irrigate an entire prefecture.

But if it is a great scholar, it is difficult for a great scholar to do so."

Having said this, he paused again.

"This..." Chen Xu couldn't help but want to respond, is Confucianism inferior to Taoism?

Wu Zhengze added, "But great scholars can be so powerful that they can use rituals, music, punishment, and morality to instantly subdue Taoist masters. Or they can rely on their writings and theories to use words as a prison to imprison a group..."

Hiss, is it so strong?
Seeing Chen Xu's eyes widen and his expression change to vivid and honest, Wu Zhengze laughed again.

The Master stroked his short beard and said, "Young man, why are you talking about so much fighting and killing? If the great scholar were to fight against the real person, I'm afraid the world would be in chaos soon.

Don't worry about a person's combat power at a certain time. People are different, and there may be precedents of a Jindan stage cultivator killing a great scholar with one sword.

It is not certain that the Jinshi could not kill the Jushen Zhenren in anger.

If you are obsessed with fighting ability, you should stop studying and start practicing martial arts as soon as possible."

After saying this, Wu Zhengze finally let Chen Xu go back to his room. But as soon as Chen Xu left, Wu Zhengze's facial features suddenly wrinkled, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

It turned out that he had accidentally pulled out a few of his beard hairs.

Ouch, it hurts!

Alas, my cultivation is still not enough, and my mood is unstable.

Wu Zhengze hurriedly stroked his chin, calmed himself down, and restored his usual serious expression.

He glanced at the direction Chen Xu left and shook his head secretly. Alas, it is easy to understand that young people are unwilling to live with their teachers.

Chen Xu's room was simply arranged next to his, so if anything unusual happened at night, he could be alert and help in time.

After that, shortly after Chen Xu left, Wu Zhengze wrote another letter by hand, sealed it with a secret method, and then recited a spell with blood to summon a spirit pigeon circling in the sky nearby.

Late at night, a snow-white dove flapped its wings and fell from the sky, landing on the windowsill of the inn.

Wu Zhengze took some rice from his bag and fed it, then combed its feathers. He sighed softly and said, "Bai Yi, Bai Yi, I've let you be alone for so long, but now I have to work you hard again."

The white dove tilted its head and rubbed its little head in Wu Zhengze's palm.

Wu Zhengze sealed the secret letter with a copper tube and hung it on the leg of the white pigeon.

After that, he fed it some red jade rice and gave it a small backpack, which contained all the remaining red jade rice that Wu Zhengze had.

This item is precious, and Wu Zhengze only has a few of these on hand.

The white dove chirped softly, turned around, and flapped its wings away into the darkness.

After returning to his room, Chen Xu took a quick look around. It was still early. Although it was already night, it was not yet 9 o'clock. There were noisy voices inside and outside the inn.

It is said that the nearby streets are under curfew after dark, and since no one is asleep at this moment, it is convenient for Chen Xu.

Chen Xu sat down at the small table in the room, still holding a book in his hand as usual. Then he thought about it and consumed 100 fireworks points to enter the fireworks kitchen.

Then he practiced qigong and regulated his breathing to control his rapidly increasing cultivation level.

[Cultivation: Tongmai Realm Early Stage 52%]

At this level, the innate Qi in Chen Xu's body has grown to be like a mountain stream after rain.

As the innate Qi circulated, he not only felt that he had a clearer control over his internal organs and meridians, but he also had a clearer perception of all natural existences in the world.

Come the wind, come the fire, come the water!
Chen Xu first meditated, then practiced the three methods of Feng, Shui and Fire. When he got bored, he would chop wood or study spiritual food.

The several spiritual materials obtained from the ghost market are very interesting. Chen Xu now has sufficient fireworks value and can freely unlock various recipes.

He felt that twelve hours were not enough, so he consumed another 200 fireworks points and added another twenty-four hours to himself.

Practicing in this way is so enjoyable that one becomes unaware of the passing of time.

Afterwards, Chen Xu experienced his new magical power in detail, and realized what the Yin and Yang worlds were.

Until one moment, he woke up from some inexplicable emotion and left the fireworks kitchen in an instant.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a middle-aged man with a gaunt face sitting next to him.

The man was holding a book and sitting there like a teacher or friend next door. His hair was slightly messy and his eyes were dim as he looked at Chen Xu.

(End of this chapter)