Chapter 3 Mountain Viewing
Host: Gu Yuanqing
Title: Master of Beiquan Mountain
Title Blessing: Mountain Viewing
Practice Talent: Mediocre and Talentless (One in a Hundred)< br>
Swordsmanship talent: mediocre (outstanding)
Perception: mediocre (outstanding)
Residency: Beiquan Mountain (Yunlingfan Mountain)
Resident Blessing: Practice Talent +2, Kendo talent +3, Comprehension +3, and you can get two rays of heaven and earth spiritual energy every day.
“My talent and understanding have gone up a notch compared to before, and I have one more wisp of spiritual energy from heaven and earth available every day, which means that my cultivation speed will be at least twice as fast as before. ”
"The most important thing is the words Yunling Fanshan. At this time, Beiquan Mountain is still the prototype of Lingshan. Once Yunling is successful, it will transform into Lingshan and become a holy place for practice!"
Gu Yuanqing smiled, but Then he frowned slightly.
“The most important thing at the moment is the practice. After one month of practice, I have cultivated thirty-five acupoints. Only the last Baihui acupoint on the top of my head is left, which can lay the foundation of Zhenwu. Imprisoned in Beiquan Mountain, how can we find the next stage of practice? "
With all kinds of thoughts, Gu Yuanqing returned to the small courtyard. He had too many distracting thoughts in his heart and was a little tired mentally, so he was not suitable for practice. , then picked up another book to read.
“In the 316th year of the Great Qian Dynasty, when the year was Jiashen, in the waters of Qihe River in Nanyan Road, the Red Dragon Cult sacrificed three thousand boys and girls to open the passage to the Demonic Realm. Three cities in Nanyan Road fell, and all lives were devastated. Hundreds of thousands of civilians were killed. After the massacre was over and we were reduced to monster rations, seven of my friends and I rushed to the rescue of Nanyan...
This is a travel diary of Daqian. It talks about a great disaster two hundred years ago. In that war, only three of the seven great masters of the Daqian Dynasty survived, and countless real warriors were killed and injured.
From what is recorded in the book, it can be seen that the person who wrote the book must also have good cultivation, and Gu Yuanqing read it very carefully.
Halfway through the book, he turned back to the cover and looked at the author's name.
"Author Zhou Yan, I seem to have heard this name in which book?"
He moved his eyes to the bookshelf, and then locked on a book of miscellaneous talks and notes. He took it out and turned to page seventy-six according to his memory, and saw Zhou Yan's name on it.
Gu Yuanqing compared the two encounters and finally confirmed that they were indeed the same person, and his eyes lit up.
“Wudong Guan Zhou Yan, the Seventh Level of Zhenwu. This travel note is worth studying carefully. Many words in it refer to the practice of Zhenwu Realm. It looks like a travel note, but in fact it contains a lot of insights on practice.”
Gu Yuanqing took out a pen and paper and copied out all the possible sentences about Zhenwu practice.
Combined with the occasional lectures on Zhenwu practice in the palace, I gradually gained a general idea of Zhenwu secrets and the method of refining the gods.
The secret is hidden in the acupoints, just like the Sumeru is hidden in the ring;
Use God as a guide to penetrate the hidden treasures;
Use the array of acupoints as the foundation to solidify the secret treasures in the body.
This is the path to practice in the True Martial Realm!
With this discovery, Gu Yuanqing seemed to have opened a box of thinking. He took some books he had read a few days ago and copied down passages.
There are more and more insights in my heart, but all kinds of insights are scattered, lacking the key points, and lacking a line to connect them.
Afraid of forgetting these insights, he also copied them down.
Unconsciously, the sky became dark and it was sunset.
Gu Yuanqing then realized that he hadn't even eaten lunch. When he came outside, he saw a basket on the table, and the food was still steaming after opening it.
After eating, he returned to his desk and recorded his thoughts. Gu Yuanqing even suspected that he had done it himself.
“Is this extraordinary understanding?”
Suppressing some excitement, he reorganized his thoughts and then picked out a book from the bookshelf to study.
It was already late at night, and he finally put down the pen in his hand. Tonight, he copied several dense sheets of paper, but some of them were true and some were false. Some were just the author's imagination, and the false would need to be removed later to preserve the true.
Gu Yuanqing rubbed his wrist, stood up and rummaged around on the bookshelf.
"There are still too few books. This is the only useful book left."
"Not enough, far from enough. I need more books about the realm of Zhenwu! If there is one The secret book of Zhenwu practice may be able to deduce the method of Zhenwu practice that is suitable for me! "Come back tomorrow, it's time to practice!"
He returned to the bedroom, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and calmed down to adjust his mentality, and waited until all distracting thoughts dissipated and his mind was clear, then he promoted the operation of the technique.
As his qualifications and understanding improved, he felt that his mental thoughts had become sharper. During the transfer of Qi and blood, he discovered that there were many flaws in his previous practice. The operation of the exercises was not smooth and harmonious, and the orifices were warm Even raising and tempering has not achieved perfection.
Gu Yuanqing adjusted the rhythm of qi and blood transportation. After a while, he felt that the vitality in his body was flowing more smoothly and comfortably.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth emitted from the shadow of Beiquan Mountain, pushing the vitality and re-tempering some acupoints. When the two strands of spiritual energy were exhausted, he stopped practicing.
"I don't have the method to practice true martial arts yet. At present, I should try my best to make my foundation as solid and perfect as possible."
Simply washed and lay down, Gu Yuanqing turned his consciousness to the shadow of Beiquan Mountain.
In an instant, various images on Beiquan Mountain appeared in front of my eyes again.
Beiquan Mountain looked particularly peaceful in the dark, and had a different charm from that in the day. It was as if looking at this piece of heaven and earth, the distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared.
This is mountain viewing!
Suddenly, his consciousness woke up from his intoxication, and he saw a black shadow quietly coming out of the small courtyard on the front mountain and quickly heading towards the back mountain.
"This... is the old man. He really has cultivation, and he is by no means a weakling!"
Ever since that day Gu Yuanqing noticed that the skinny old man appeared quietly in the courtyard. Li Bian paid more attention, but he had never noticed him. Unexpectedly, he saw his true face when he visited the mountain today.
This man came all the way to the cliff of the back mountain, then jumped down, came to a crack in the mountain, got into it, and disappeared from Gu Yuanqing's consciousness in an instant.
“I have never been to or seen the crack, and it has not been burned into my consciousness, so it has become a blind spot for me when viewing mountains.”
Gu Yuanqing frowned. He had no other choice but to wait, but he didn't come out for a long time. Instead, he had to break away from the mountain viewing state because of his mental exhaustion.
Unwilling to give up, he rested for a while and looked at the mountain again, but still no trace of it.
Gu Yuanqing did not dare to stay in this state for a long time, so he broke away on his own. After a while, he went in to take a look again.
In this way, he advanced and retreated. After more than an hour, he saw the old man crawling out of the crack in a dusty mess. Then he went straight back to his residence and lay down to sleep.
“Could it be that the cracks contain the Beiquan Sword Sect’s relic that the Daqian court has been pursuing?”
With some suspicion, Gu Yuanqing fell into a deep sleep.
In the early morning of the second day, he got up as usual to practice swordplay, and then read and excerpted useful passages. The difference is that he occasionally enters the mountain viewing state to see where the old man is.
No one was found during the day. Gu Yuanqing pretended to swim to the cliff of the back mountain, but did not go down. Judging from the old man's movement last night, I am far from his opponent now. Breaking through rashly will only bring crisis to myself.
And judging from the dust on the old man's body last night, he must be digging a tunnel to lead somewhere, but he has found nothing yet.
On the second night, I saw the old man quietly leaving the house again and coming to the gap. An hour later, he came back disgraced.
This was the case for the next few days.
On the ninth day, when the old man came out of the gap, he held a hatchet in his hand and his face was gloomy. He returned to the house, dug out an animal skin from the debris under the bed, and looked at it carefully.
Gu Yuanqing zoomed in and saw a map of Beiquan Mountain painted on the animal skin, with several crosses drawn on it with black charcoal.
The next night, the old man held the animal skin and used his body skills to walk through Beiquan Mountain, as if he was comparing the terrain again. After another day, he got into a gap on the other side of the mountain.
"You are really diligent!" Gu Yuanqing chuckled. At this time, his mentality became more and more peaceful. Judging from the marks on the map, this old man had been digging holes for a long time.
(End of this chapter)