In front of him was red charcoal, burning without a trace to protect him from the cold winter. The cold wind blowing in from outside the cave entrance blew the smell of charcoal into the depths of the secret cave, making the atmosphere in the cave very cold.
Thirteen flavored spiritual materials lay quietly in front of his knees, as if nothing had happened, but Wu Sheng could tell that the color of these spiritual materials showed subtle changes in the dark red firelight, some turned white and some turned black.
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Wu Sheng was not in a hurry and crawled out from the entrance of the cave. It was dark outside and it was almost evening. The fire in the cave was well hidden. Occasionally, a few wisps of smoke floated out, which was almost undetectable. If you didn't go there on purpose,
Look, if you didn't know there would be green smoke, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.
When night comes, it becomes even more secretive.
Wu Sheng was extremely satisfied, so he used a bamboo tube to fill the snow in a distant place, returned to the secret cave to boil water and heat rice, and after a hearty meal, he continued to practice.
Mu Taoist told Wu Sheng that Qingmiao Xuan Gong was actually a method of alchemy. Wu Sheng also practiced according to this idea, using himself as the cauldron to refine spiritual materials. However, in the understanding of the former assassin Wu Sheng,
His own refining method is also very strange. Others' refining methods require the use of fire, even if they are to make elixirs inside the body. However, his current refining method is more like absorption and screening. There is no fire in the body, and it is purely filtered by the Tai Chi ball in visualization.
The spiritual power in the spiritual materials is filtered and broken down into fine grains of sand, sinking to the void below the navel, changing the nature of nothingness.
The speed of change is very fast. With practice again and again, the "points" of solidified nothingness are increasing rapidly. By the seventh day, the solidified nothingness has grown to the size of a fist. It is dark and round, invisible, but can be felt.
, this is his Qihai.
Wu Sheng would go out to get some snow every day, and also walk around the area to see if there were any signs of intrusion. But for seven days, this forest seemed to be isolated from the world, without any interaction with the outside world, as if he was not there.
In the mountains, sometimes he would have the illusion that the old and young people in the tiger's direction did not exist, and that being surrounded by the Chu army was just his imagination. Everything before was actually just a dream.
But he knew that this was not a dream. The gradual growth of the sea of qi was proof that he existed in this real world. On the fifteenth day, the solidified sea of qi was already the size of a human head, and then at a certain moment, it condensed toward the center at a very fast speed.
Then it spread suddenly.
The entire void space has been solidified, which can also be said to be completely occupied below the navel.
Look at the thirteen spiritual materials in front of your knees, whether they are black or white, they have all turned into powder.
The outline of the sea of qi has appeared. What we need to do now is to continue to condense the sea of qi and turn it into a real form.
At this moment, Wu Sheng suddenly felt a slight vibration on the ground, and the entire mountain seemed to be shaking. The shaking did not last long, only a moment.
He quickly got up, came to the entrance of the cave, and looked out through the gap. Unfortunately, he didn't see any changes, so he crawled out of the cave.
Flocks of flying birds, hundreds or thousands of them, were hovering darkly above the woods. Wu Sheng's heart tightened, and he quickly climbed up the mountain. As he climbed, he reached a high place, far beyond what he had seen these days.
scope of activities.
In an open place on the mountainside, Wu Sheng saw two Taoists in black standing on the top of the main peak, looking down at the valley; flags were fluttering at the north and east entrances of Leigong Mountain, and large groups of Chu troops in red uniforms were standing on the tenth.
Led by several chariots, they rushed in; on the platform in the center of the valley, flames shot into the sky, and the last remaining old men, young men, monks, and soldiers on the tiger side fled in all directions.
The sound of drums and horns, the shouts of killing, and the cries for help shook the peaks of Leigong Mountain!
The formation is broken! The tiger side is finished!
Wu Sheng's eyes wandered around, looking for the figure of Mu Taoist, and also looking for traces of Jin Wuhuan, Hu Tou and others, but he didn't see any of them, but he saw a chariot rushing out from nowhere, with clothes and clothes on it.
Among the guards surrounding the chariot, the monks' shuttle was leading the way bravely.
He didn't dare to wait and see any longer. Although the two Taoist priests in black on the top of the main peak were far away, the faint pressure still made Wu Sheng couldn't help but shudder. He stumbled down the mountain and crawled back into the secret cave.
Both legs and calves are still shaking.
He had no intention of practicing, but he remembered Mu Taoist master and disciples, so he stood at the entrance of the cave and looked out, waiting for them to surrender, but he waited until late at night, but no one came.
He was waiting for an acquaintance, Si She Yuansong. Yuansong protected himself with a treasure bow, and from time to time he shot arrows at the pursuers behind him. The arrows were like meteors, carrying fierce wind, and had extraordinary magical power.
Unfortunately, the pursuing general of the Chu army was also a master. He held up a shield, which was also a good magic weapon. As it flew up and down, he blocked all Yuan Song's arrows. The rest of the Chu army surrounded him from the left and right in a circle.
At the other end of the forest, standing thirty or fifty feet tall, Wu Sheng watched eagerly as Yuan Song was surrounded by the Chu army, and kept thinking silently in his heart: rush out, rush out!
Yuansong finally failed to rush out, and was surrounded by the Chu army. They cut him into pieces with swords and halberds.
After Yuan Song died, he was tied up with a rope by the Chu army, tied under a horse and dragged away. Wu Sheng could only watch.
He and Yuansong had only met twice, and there was no friendship between them, but they had some good feelings. At this moment, seeing him being killed right in front of his eyes, he felt sad for the death of a rabbit and a fox, and his eyes were a little red. It was a pity that he had no cultivation, otherwise he would really
I wish I could step forward to help.
I just don’t know if Mu Daoren, Jin Wuhuan and the others have escaped, but be sure nothing happens!
There is no use worrying, everything has to rely on ability, this is practice. With his ability, he will definitely not be able to run out now, he can only stay here and continue to hide. He checked the cover of the secret cave entrance again and felt that there was nothing he could do.
When things got better, Wu Sheng put aside his distracting thoughts and devoted himself to practice again.
Next is the second step of reshaping the Qi Sea, which is also the key to refining the Qingmiao Xuandan. The cloud patterns are driven into the Qi Sea, so that the Qi Sea becomes a pill and becomes a real form.
The first moiré pattern is the parallel line axiom. This moiré pattern always makes Wu Sheng couldn't help but wonder, is this useful for alchemy? But at this point, the world view has been formed. It is extremely difficult to change, so he can only bite the bullet.
According to the method taught by Mu Taoist, penetrate the void below the navel.
After the cloud pattern entered the void, it caused a slight ripple in the void. When the waves emerged, there was a repulsion, trying to push the cloud pattern out.
Wu Sheng quickly kneaded the formula, breathed, and visualized. His whole body seemed to be in trance, feeling the turbulent force, and pushing the cloud pattern into the place where the force failed.
In the middle of the night, the cloud pattern finally melted into it, and an indescribable rule emerged in the void. It was like force but not power. It could only be understood but could not be expressed in words. It was mysterious and mysterious.
Wu Sheng rested for a while, drank some water and ate something, and then continued to enter the second moiré pattern: the shortest line segment between two points.
Waiting until daybreak, we continued our efforts and punched in the third cloud pattern: Pythagorean and Pythagorean respectively, and merged them into Xuanshi.