"You've been drinking a little too much, and you're starting to get drunk. You'd better go to bed first!" Xu Guangling said with a smile.
"Nonsense, it's just a jar of wine, how could I get drunk!"
"Okay, okay, you're not drunk, I know, I know!"
Gan Congshi was drunk and dazed, but with Xu Guangling's support, he walked towards the bedroom in the thatched cottage.
really.
Let alone one jar of wine, there are ten jars of wine. As long as a practitioner in the Qi-entraining realm does not want to get drunk, he will not get drunk.
Do you want to get drunk?
It's not important.
The important thing is that he needs to be drunk at this time.
Only when you are drunk can you say drunk words.
"Xiao Lingzi, can I accept you as my teacher?"
Even if cultivators don't care about trivial matters, and even if they have "forgotten friendships", it is too sensational for an old man who is almost 200 years old to take a young man who is just ten years old as his disciple.
I really want to become a teacher.
Gan Congshi is the master of the Medicine Hall. What do the people in the Medicine Hall think?
Gan Congshi is the patriarch of the Gan family, a mid-level aristocratic family, and he is definitely a "super patriarch". What do the entire Gan family think?
What do Gan Congshi’s old friends, allies, and enemies think?
What will Annan County, Nanzhou, and the Empire think?
There is no doubt that this unprecedented move will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Annan County, and then spread like a sandstorm throughout Nanzhou and the empire, and will even become anecdotal in other countries.
In the world of life, we are subject to various constraints.
No matter how cool and indifferent a practitioner is, he cannot truly be alone and have no other worries.
This only considers Gan Congshi's side, not Xu Guangling's side.
If Xu Guangling really had a teacher like that, would he allow Gan Congshi, a bad old man, to be here?
Therefore, apprenticeships and so on can only be drunken talk.
But if you are drunk, you will not get drunk.
Through this drunken remark, Gan Congshi showed his attitude, which can also be said to be a posture.
That is, in a certain sense, facing Xu Guangling in a disciple's way, in addition to the "year-old friendship".
In fact, he didn't need to do this. Xu Guangling had already taught him his "Open Frame Training Boxing", and had also begun to show him the "Mupan Jing", a secret record that far surpassed his family's inheritance, and even confessed to him
"Ning Qi San", "Tongtian Tree", and "Mr." all exist.
Even if you don't say this, depending on the situation, Xu Guangling will still teach him what he should teach.
But this gift is too big and cannot be accepted without any expression.
Therefore, through wine and drunken words, he said this.
Did Xu Guangling respond?
responded.
"I know."
As a result, I can go to sleep comfortably in the Gan Cong pose, which brings me great relief.
Xu Guangling also fell asleep. The morning sun was rising, the fresh air had not dissipated, and the mountain breeze was blowing, making him sleep well.
That is, while lying down, the life orifice that has been opened is also the only orifice that has been opened at present. It operates on its own, harmonizing yin and yang, regulating the rise and fall, connecting the inside and outside, and turning the clear and turbid.
The ubiquitous spiritual energy in the valley was slowly absorbed, but after entering the body, this spiritual energy was rejected by the life orifice. It did not take any of it and only used it for transfer.
The spiritual energy transformed by the life orifices traveled and penetrated Xu Guangling's body in the form of an unnamed energy, from the bones to the organs, from the limbs to the blood, but it did not involve the veins and the large and small orifices.
After a period of experience and thinking, Xu Guangling probably understood that for him, spiritual energy is currently somewhere between clear and turbid.
For bones, organs, limbs, and blood, spiritual energy is "clear" and can effectively penetrate, moisturize, and improve their properties.
But for the meridians and various orifices, the spiritual energy is "turbid" and is rejected.
Especially for the life orifice, which is the fundamental orifice, Xu Guangling can even imagine the boredom on his face now, impatient but helpless, absorbing and transforming these spiritual energy for the body's use.
Yes, it's not needed.
But the body needs it.
In addition to it and them, the body and the wider place still need spiritual energy for improvement.
"Haha, I am now equivalent to a 'banished immortal'. The most noble spiritual energy in the world is still half pure and half dark to me, so that, at the most critical and core level, it is simply
Turbid."
"Now, what is the thing that really counts as 'Qing' to me, and where does it exist?"
According to the aura index, you can easily locate a place, whether it is a mortal place, a resort, a spiritual place, etc. This distinction is very simple, and Xu Guangling could do it very early in his previous life.
But how to distinguish the world in the past life from the current world?
Of course, Xu Guangling's intention is not to really distinguish between the two worlds, but to establish something similar to the human health index, aura index, etc., to distinguish and locate different worlds.
If this index could be developed, he could probably know what kind of world would be "clear" for him.
This kind of thing, which is far beyond his current knowledge structure, requires the help of the Sky Mirror.
I don’t know when Po Xiaotian will wake up.
But there's really no rush.
This world, a world that is obviously broader and more complex than his previous life, is waiting for him to explore.
It's not just the outside world either.
Even in practice, hasn't he gained a lot in these ten years?
Even a huge gain.
So, there's really no rush.
Go ahead.
Let's see.
Look at the infinite scenery in this world.
The only small regret is that he, an "exiled immortal", is not addicted to alcohol and cannot travel around the world with a gourd hanging on his waist like Li Qinglian in his previous life. When he gets tired, he takes off the gourd and raises his head, gurgling, gurgling, gurgling.
Drink it in one minute and chat to relieve yourself from the dust.
Nine points are dripping on the ground, offering sacrifices to mountains and waters, and to the heaven and earth.
In the midst of my reverie, unknowingly, the life orifice stopped functioning, which also meant that the body's micro-transformation process was over, and I could get up and cook and eat.
On a new day, the relationship between the old and the young in Yaowang Valley has not changed at all.
If we have to talk about changes, it would be that there is one more chess game than before.
Of course, the old man always loses, loses, loses, and currently there is no hope of winning a game.
But Xu Guangling started tinkering with a gadget.
That is to make a new chessboard and chess pieces.
Since they have been relegated to immortality, naturally they cannot make things that are out of style, such as using fragrant hardwoods and the like.
Xu Guangling used the ability of "the master of medicine" to collect grass, wood, flowers and vines from the mountains, knead it into juice, and then expose the juice to powder, and let Gan Congshi perform his "Hercules" function
, condense those powders into chess pieces, chessboard.
There is no need to doubt the power of Hercules.
Those finished chess pieces and chessboards are very hard. They are obviously made from plants, trees, flowers and vines, and are filled with their juices. But now when you knock them, they sound like steel.
Even Gan Cong Shi himself can't be broken for a while.
Of course, that's not the point.
The key point is the overall light blue chessboard, as well as the spare five-color chess pieces, red, white, cyan, yellow and black.
Each type or set of chess pieces exudes a special faint fragrance.
As soon as the fragrance spread, Gan Congshi sniffed it fiercely, and then looked at Xu Guangling with a look of surprise.
Xu Guangling didn't explain, he just smiled.
Then, in addition to the daily chess games, the chessboard pieces were all taken away by Gan Congshi to his retreat thatched cottage.
He was clearly not afraid of falling or touching the chessboard pieces, but when he picked them up, he handled them with care and gentleness, treating them as if they were the most precious treasures.——