Chapter 848

At midnight, Lu Zhengkang felt a little hungry. I asked the eldest martial uncle if he would like to have a snack together.

At the same time, Xue Hongzi passed the method of Bigu to Lu Zhengkang.

It's a part of fasting to soak the body with the vitality of heaven and earth and maintain the operation of the body. It's especially important for the closed monks. Through fasting, they develop grain and expel the miscellaneous Qi in the body. They mainly eat grains, vegetables, meat and so on, and use Aura to replace Ying Qi.

Lu Zhengkang has also studied biology. Of course, the representation of the world is still familiar to him. Human cells and so on. The origin and microstructure of the world are different. Use aura to give cell function, that is, to participate in the synthesis of adenosine triphosphate.

Plants get their energy by photosynthesis, and monks get their energy by drinking Qi. If they regard cultivation as a science, they can also find something similar. However, the so-called nuclear weapons and sword immortals are not so easy to use in the idealistic universe. The fight here doesn't look at the equivalent, it's fighting for the road.

Pigu, a monk, is a part of a compulsory course. Once every other period of time, Pigu can make his constitution more compatible with his mana. For example, xuanyouzi, who idles in the mouth of the great master, eats normally every day for his appetite. In fact, it is not conducive to practice.

Lu Zhengkang thought to himself: in fact, I'm no three no four.

Xue Hongzi said that his requirements are not strict either. At least 11 months and 29 days a year.

For sword cultivation, it is a compulsory course to keep the stability of one's body, the purity of sword Qi and the firmness of sword heart. Since we have decided to take this road, we can't regret it.

"Wow, is that too painful? Is the joy of life gone? "

When master Bo saw Lu Zhengkang complaining, he laughed, "didn't he leave you a normal diet for a day? What's more, it's not a problem if you want to drink. There are three parts of heroism, three parts of gentleness and three parts of infatuation in the wine. You can drink more and make a very strong sword spirit in your chest! "

Lu Zhengkang laughed, "isn't that jiujianxian?"

"What's wrong with being a jiujianxian? If you want to drink, go to see your sixth martial uncle. He takes hobbies as his way. After all, he has come out of the way. The so-called wine cultivation is to seek falsehood from truth, reverse dreams, and then seek truth from falsehood. When your sixth martial uncle can brew all the world's beauties into wine, he will be a real immortal. "

"Can the drinkers taste the beautiful mountains and rivers?"

"Yes, of course."

Lu Zhengkang talks and laughs with Xue Hongzi. After a while, Lu Zhengkang's attention is more and more attracted by the sword stele, so he is silent. Once he is silent, Xue Hongzi doesn't speak any more.

In front of Lu Zhengkang's eyes, the marks of the fourth sword stele fly out and become continuous sword moves, brilliant and dense sword moves. These things rush into his brain along with the divine thoughts, just like a movie with sound and color. He pursues in the logic of sword moves. Lu Zhengkang can see that the swordsmanship used by master Bo is divided into sword light, sword Qi turning rainbow, practicing sword like silk, and sword Qi thundering But none of that matters. What he wants to see is kendo. Only by witnessing and even facing these moves can he see xuehongzi's Kendo and his initial understanding of Qiqing jianjue.

With the deepening of the spirit, it resonates with the meaning of the sword on the stele. The marks on the stele begin to shine, pumping Lu Zhengkang's magic power, and condensing the real sword light, just like the clear wave full of water. The sword light adheres to the marks on the stele and floats slightly. Lu Zhengkang's robes were cut by the scattered sword light.

He was a little distressed in his busy schedule. This suit of clothes is all he has! He came all the way from Donghai. He only washed it a few times. It should be said that it was brand-new. After being carefully preserved, it was worn out. He had no choice but to find a way to repair it when he was free.

Xue Hongzi also noticed Lu Zhengkang's dilemma, but he just put a Liuding Liujia body protection curse on Lu Zhengkang. His action was slower, and he was probably distracted just now.

As the light on the fourth sword stele becomes more and more powerful, Lu Zhengkang's attention has been completely attracted in the past. The five senses are suppressed by the mixed information flow, leaving only the inspiration of God to resonate with the sword stele. He feels that he is falling, falling from a high altitude to the stone stele, broken, and becomes a pool of blood mud, which soaks on the surface of the stele. The endless light from the sword mark hits him like rain My body, bring strong pain. But the pain was fleeting. In his endless killing intention, he caught some fragments, which were left by Xue Hongzi and belonged to the memory of the sword tablet.

Lu Zhengkang seems to fall into a dream. When he opens his eyes, he stands opposite the young master Bo. In his high spirited hand, he holds a slender dark silver sword which looks like a willow leaf. Looking around, the blurred scene is just the gaze of countless colleagues in chilou.

This is the stele engraved on the red tower, one of the greatest glories of sword repair in the world.

Xuehongzi, who was in Jindan period, was arrogant and arrogant. He arched his hand in all directions. Then he lifted his sword and stabbed it at Lu Zhengkang.

Lu Zhengkang stares at the light of the sword. It doesn't matter.

Once the sword moves, the vitality of heaven and earth surges violently. This is the sword power, and it doesn't matter.

When he jumps over the sword, xuehongzi's body glows, and his mana condenses on his body to form a body protecting Zhengang, which is isolated from the prying of gods.Lu Zhengkang didn't have time to continue to observe. The sword light was already on him.

He felt a violent shock, and his eyes were gray. A pale square mask full of holes flashed past him.

When Lu Zhengkang came back, he was still in the red building, with master Bo standing beside him.

"How's it going? Did you learn any sword moves? "

"No

"Do you want to spy on Kendo and ignore the sword skill?"

"Yes, I can understand those swordsmanship in some time. It's nothing unusual. "

"It's such a simple thing. 90% of the world's sword cultivation is not good." Xue Hongzi smiles, "you first practice my sword moves by yourself, then compare them, and you will find the difference. There are no two identical paintings in the world. The difference between personal Tao lies in these details. "

Lu Zhengkang raised his eyes. Before he knew it, it was very bright. He looked at the sun. It was about a quarter past the hour. That is to say, the sun at nine o'clock.

Just at this time, Xue Hongzi said, "the guests are coming. Get ready."

Lu Zhengkang's mind was full of sword moves, and a flash of lightning came out. He suddenly shivered, woke up, suppressed his boiling inspiration, and looked down at his ragged clothes.

He has only been practicing Taoism for a few days. Now he should not understand Taoism, so he can't use magic to change clothes by himself.

"Teacher, help me, let me change into good clothes."

Xuehongzi is wearing a black edged Taoist robe with a plain face. She is Yuli long and wears a Yuanshi crown. She looks very elegant. Lu Zhengkang is dressed in ragged hemp clothes and looks like a child of the beggars' sect who just got off work.

"Well, your Taoist robe has been ready for a long time. I'll let chilou Lishi take you to Laojun temple, the main peak. You can take it yourself and change it."

Lu Zhengkang heard for the first time that there was another Laojun temple in Kunlun palace. When he was driven to the main peak by chilou Lishi in a cloud car, he saw the so-called Laojun temple. Then he understood.

Laojun temple is a secular force of Kunlun palace. The main source of human resources is those mortal disciples who can't find the way to immortal and can't reach the Sendai. They are reluctant to leave. Therefore, after some selection, the Kunlun palace left the mortals with good conduct to teach them a little basic Daoism, which was reserved for dealing with secular affairs, serving the monks, or sending them out to establish a proxy force in the human Dynasty. It is called Lao Jun Guan.