Chapter 2192 Refining Qi into a Weapon and Empowering Spirit with the Magic Pen

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2192 Refining Qi into a Weapon and Empowering Spirit with the Magic Pen

The old man has a bamboo pole in his hand, and a transparent silk thread is attached to the top of the bamboo pole. It is transformed by the true energy in his body. It is extremely solid and real. This is the practice of refining falsehood into reality, true energy transforming into form, and the Qi training is here.

This level has reached the ultimate level of martial arts, which is extremely mysterious and terrifying.

The old man's eyes were full of childishness, his licking was hearty, his nature was natural, his eyes were fixed on the transparent silk thread at the top of the bamboo pole, he was extremely serious, and he was waiting for something.

The boat that Hou Xibai was riding in came from afar. It was drifting and moving at a slow speed. It was at ease in the rough waves. It was as calm as Mount Tai without any bumps. The boat passed by and the sea was calm. The boat left and the waves came up again. It was incomparably magical. Hou Xibai

Like a water god, he can calm the waves and suppress the water veins of heaven and earth.

The old man's eyes shone brightly, and he suddenly raised the bamboo pole in his hand. The thread was tightened and pulled out of the water. The old man's face showed joy and excitement, and he shouted like a child who got a treasure.

"The fish is hooked!"

The fish basket next to the old man's feet was still empty. This was obviously the first and last big fish that the old man had caught today. However, from the way the bamboo pole was pulled and bent, we knew that this fish must be a big fish, and the small fish basket might not be able to fit in it.

The fishing line slowly left the water, but there was no hook at the end.

If other martial arts practitioners saw the bent fishing rod, they would feel numb all over and feel chills running down their spines. There is such a mysterious skill in the world.

The fish thread was swinging in the air, and the old man grabbed it as if he had really caught a big fish. His hands also showed the big fish struggling, about to be unhooked, and the fish's body was slippery and difficult to catch. There was no artificiality at all.

, so true that Hou Xibai even doubted whether there was indeed an invisible fish hooked on an invisible hook.

After a while, the old man finally untied the invisible fish and restored the fishing rod to its original shape. The old man skillfully put the invisible fish into the fish basket, sealed the basket lid, and then looked at Hou Xibai.

What kind of eyes are these, eyes that are indifferent to the world? Looking at them, it is like going to another world that has nothing to do with this world. It seems that they can stay in a mysterious and unpredictable level forever.

He contains a huge and unparalleled power, and his calm and elegant eyes reveal frankness, sincerity, and even a hint of childlike innocence. Combined with his elegant and slender face, he has an extraordinary charm.

The old man suddenly patted the bamboo basket beside his feet, showed a satisfied smile as if he had caught a fish, looked up at the sky, and said softly.

"Look! The starry sky is vast, dazzling and gorgeous, and contains so many mysteries and mysteries. Compared with this vast starry sky, we are just a drop in the ocean, extremely insignificant and not worth mentioning!"

Hou Xibai sat up from the boat, looked at the old man opposite, and carefully felt the other's cultivation level. The true energy was majestic and vigorous, refined and pure, showing the natural and vibrant feeling of heaven and earth. It should be from Taoism.

Dharma door, heart

Zhong then guessed the identity of the other party. This should be Ning Daoqi, the great Taoist master who was running for Buddhism. He didn't know if he really became a lackey of Buddhism, or if he endured the burden and finally stabbed Buddhism in the back.

This is really not Hou Xibai's random guess. Buddhism and Taoism chose Li Shimin as the future True Dragon Emperor. However, in the early Tang Dynasty, Buddhism did not receive much development. On the contrary, Taoism became the biggest winner, because Li Tang

He recognized Lao Tzu as his ancestor and gave great rewards to the Taoist sect.

However, no matter what Ning Daoqi thought, it was obvious that he was entrusted by Buddhism to block the way and find trouble. He became Jiang Taigong in the river and performed a song of true energy transforming into form and refining falsehood into reality.

To intimidate Hou Xibai.

Hou Xibai looked at Ning Daoqi, who was pretending to be in front of him. He couldn't tolerate him. He was familiar with the matter of showing saints in front of people, and he was the most professional. He didn't hold the boat with his hands and put force on his feet. He suddenly stood up straight, like

It's like a zombie that can't bend its knees.

Hou Xibai was dressed in a smart outfit, capable and courageous. He did not look at the pretentious Ning Daoqi, but lowered his head to look at the fish basket. His eyes were very strange and deep, and he was speechless for a long time.

Ning Daoqi's neck felt sore when he raised his head. He was speechless for a while, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He had no choice but to look up at the stars and looked at Hou Xibai. He pondered for a while and was about to speak a few more words to maintain his dignity.

Hou Xibai spoke first, suppressing Ning Daoqi's words directly in his throat, his breath was slightly stagnant, and his expression was a little more solemn.

"Taoist Ning, this skill of transforming true energy into form is really clever. It's just that you caught a fake fish in the end, which is a bit of a fly in the ointment, which is regrettable!"

Ning Daoqi didn't know why, and looked at Hou Xibai strangely, with a bit of confusion. Hou Xibai's reaction was completely beyond his expectation. Shouldn't Hou Xibai express his shock and admiration? It was a silk thread made of condensed true energy.

It is difficult for even a master to achieve true supernatural powers.

Hou Xibai didn't care what Ning Daoqi thought, so he said again.

"Master Ning is the great master of the Taoist sect in the Central Plains. He is a senior master. Today, I am lucky enough to meet you. To show my respect, I will show my ugliness and add a big fish to Master Ning's fish basket. I hope Master Ning will not dislike it."

!”

Ning Daoqi became interested, looked at Hou Xibai curiously, and asked in confusion.

"oh?"

"I wonder how you can add a big fish to my fish basket?"

Hou Xibai laughed loudly and boldly, causing a wave of ripples on the surface of the river, which spread out layer by layer. Even the turbulent waves were calmed by the laughter. The power of a smile was so terrifying.

Ning Daoqi's eyes were slightly condensed, and the aura around him became increasingly bright and quiet. He was as open-minded as a valley, able to accommodate all things in the world. His extremely deep eyes were filled with gleaming light, which was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

"The sound shook the world and the earth was shocked, but the smile brought peace to the sea."

"What a powerful internal energy. Just from this, it can be seen that your cultivation level is not weaker than that of Ping Dao!"

Ning Daoqi's voice was extremely low. Instead of the ease and naturalness just now, it was a bit heavier and more stressful. Although he knew that the person in front of him was better than Monk Kong and had a powerful and profound cultivation, he still never thought that Hou Xibai could be so powerful.

, when he was at this age, he was just a fledgling Taoist priest, and his cultivation had just reached the innate realm.

Hou Xibai ignored Ning Daoqi's praise, raised his arm, and stretched out his right hand. His nails were long and fair, and his nails were trimmed very cleanly, with a warm luster. They were like works of art carved from fine warm jade.

The true energy emerged from between his fingers, entwined and gathered, exuding crystal light. This light was very soft, crystal white, not dazzling, but it attracted all of Ning Daoqi's attention.

These soft and crystal-white zhenqi gradually solidified and turned into a wolf hair brush, just like Ma Liang's magic brush in myths and legends. On the tip of the brush, there are strands of zhenqi emerging from the wolf hair, like colored ink.

Hou Xibai transformed into a painting master, with a free and easy smile on his heroic face, and said to Ning Daoqi.

"Let this junior draw a big fish for you, Master Ning, and put it into a fish basket, so that Master Ning will not return without success!"

Ning Daoqi's eyes narrowed into a line, and he was stunned by the paintbrush that was transformed into the true energy in Hou Xibai's hand. This was a more sophisticated way of refining energy into a weapon than what he had just done. A shadow was cast in his heart, and he was not as sure as before.

Victory over faith.

With just this move, Ning Daoqi understood that not only was the opponent's inner strength not weaker than his own, but his spiritual power was also as strong as his own. Although he had not yet fought Hou Xibai at this time, he had already lost his bottom.

There is no chance of winning.

Hou Xibai didn't care how surprised Ning Daoqi was. The night sky was used as a canvas. The brush was waved, the ink was splashed, and the pen tip kept moving in the void. It was either black, white, gold, or red. In the void night, the silver glow was cold and cold.

Shining down, a living person

The golden carp appeared suddenly, lifelike, its mouth and gills were opening and closing, as if it had not entered the water, lacked oxygen, and had difficulty breathing. Its tail kept flicking, and even a few crystal water droplets were thrown out.

It was transformed by Hou Xibai's true energy, and the magic pen imbued it with spirit.

Ning Daoqi was shocked. His mouth opened, revealing his neat teeth, his little tongue stuck out, and his eyes widened. He still had the calm and elegant image of a worldly expert in the past, but he was just a frightened old man.

That’s all.

Hou Xibai chuckled lightly, and the paintbrush in his hand dispersed, turning into countless shining fireflies, lifelike, flapping their wings and dancing around the golden carp. Hou Xibai reached out and grabbed the golden carp's tail.

, aiming in the direction of Ning Daoqi's fish basket, and throwing it casually, the golden carp kept struggling and swinging in the void, and landed on top of the tightly covered fish basket with great precision, passed through the lid of the basket, and got into the fish basket.

, disappeared.

Ning Daoqi was in a daze, looking down at the fish basket at his feet. It was shaking violently. The golden carp inside was struggling and jumping desperately. It was so strong that it hit the fish basket directly.

A look of defeat appeared on Ning Daoqi's face. He instantly seemed to have aged more than ten years, and his eyes were dull. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that the golden carp in the fish basket was real and had life.

of creatures.

Hou Xibai's true energy is lively and agile, turning into a real and real living creature. How is it different from the legendary creator? This level and this level of cultivation are already the means of immortal Buddhas. Ning Daoqi thinks that his cultivation level is

If you go a step further and step into the realm of the supreme master, it will be difficult to achieve this. You will feel ashamed and inferior, and you will be resigned to being inferior.

"It's so amazing, so mysterious!"

"The old Taoist has really seen the ultimate state of martial arts today!"

Hou Xibai looked at the slumped but excited Ning Daoqi, smiled, stopped talking, lay on his back on the boat again, and went down the river. Where the boat passed, the waves calmed down, but the waves rose again after the boat passed, which made people misunderstand.

I thought it was Hou Xibai who set off the waves in this river.

Ning Daoqi stayed where he was, quietly watching Hou Xibai's figure disappear down the river, silent for a long time, until the lid of the fish basket was pushed open by the golden carp, which was struggling and jumping on the boat, its tail swinging,

He lifted it up high and hit Ning Daoqi's feet.

Ning Daoqi's eyes were filled with horror. He felt the force coming from his feet, as if in a dream. Is this vibrant golden carp really just transformed by Hou Xibai's true energy? He even suspected that he was under an illusion.

, it was originally a living golden carp.

The golden carp struggled and jumped, and at the moment when Ning Daoqi was lost in thought, it dived into the river, swam in the turbulent waves, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ning Daoqi slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his chest heaved violently, and a glistening bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. His pupils were constricted and as thin as needle tips. He had a look of disbelief on his face and lost his voice in surprise.

"Actually alive!"

Ning Daoqi looked at the direction Hou Xibai left, and was lost in thought for a long time. He had been gone for a long time, but the golden carp was still alive, and even escaped from the fish basket and got back into the river. What a terrifying thing.

Luoyang City is still prosperous and the lights are brightly lit. The Jing Nian Chanyuan outside the city is silent, and everything has fallen into a deep sleep.

In the Zen room in the back hall of the Main Hall, several yellow futons were placed on the ground, with several people sitting on them.

Sitting on the futon in the middle is an old man with a rich belt, five strands of long beard, an elegant and simple face, wearing a generous brocade robe, elegant and elegant, and the image of a worldly master with a fairy-like demeanor.

It is Ning Daoqi, the great master of Taoism. At this time,

There was a bit of bitterness and depression on his elegant face, his eyes dimmed, and his heart was greatly stimulated. Facing the questioning gazes of the two people sitting on the futon opposite him, he lowered his head in despair, not knowing what to do.

How to start.
To be continued...