Proving the Tao in a dream, counting the immortal cultivators at the beginning

I am afraid that this martial art has been practiced to the end.

What's the point of continuing to retreat and practice penance?

Lin Qi also didn't know what was the point of cultivating immortals with all his heart.

But there is no turning back when you open the bow. Since you have embarked on this road of cultivating immortals, you can just keep going.

……

In the quiet room, Lin Qi condensed the fourth talisman seed with his backhand, swallowed it with his mouth open, and his true energy surged.

The fourth level of Qi training is a matter of course.

Looking at the four talisman seeds floating in the true energy in the dantian.

Immortal talisman seeds on the first layer.

The seeds of the second layer of Yufengshu Talisman.

The third layer is the seed of the fire-fighting talisman.

There are also golden light spell talisman seeds that have just been condensed.

Lin Qi's mind was clear, and he silently felt the indistinct connection between the four talisman seeds.

In five years, he broke through to the fourth level of Qi training in one breath.

The speed was far faster than Lynch had expected.

The talisman seeds in the perfect state have a very obvious effect on improving the efficiency of Qi training practice.

But Lynch felt that the practice of Qi training might be even faster.

Although Zhao Zijing kept saying that the practice of Qi training realm was to condense nine talisman seeds at the fastest speed and step into the foundation building.

But Zhao Zijing himself cultivated more than 20 kinds of talisman seeds.

Is it really just a simple obsession with practicing spells, unable to extricate oneself?

Lynch thinks not.

Because if you really only need to cultivate nine talisman seeds, you can build a foundation smoothly.

Then even if Zhao Zijing was too stupid, there would definitely be immortal cultivators from the Foundation Establishment Stage who would come to stop him, or even just open the method of congealing the nine talisman seeds to him.

Instead of letting Zhao Zijing cultivate and master more talisman seeds.

So there is only one truth.

The more talisman seeds that are condensed and cultivated in the Qi training environment, the more potential and foundation may be represented.

Four talisman seeds were condensed in five years, which is of course extremely fast.

But it will take at least 20 years to condense and cultivate all the more than 30 kinds of talisman seeds that Lynch has learned from Zhao Zijing.

This is the case when Lynch can practice in dreams and master the method of congealing the perfect talisman seeds.

How many years would it take for other people to cultivate so many talisman seeds?

50 years? 100 years?

"Actually, I should have thought of it earlier."

"In the late stage of Qi training, the condensed method of the three talismans of essence, energy and spirit has actually revealed to me the real trick of condensing and cultivating talisman seeds."

"The three talismans of spirit, energy and spirit need to be condensed at the same time."

"So it became the biggest hurdle in the later stage of Qi training in Zhao Zijing's mouth."

"But it actually told me that the talisman seeds can actually be condensed at the same time."

"Even the talisman seeds themselves have some kind of mystery that can be combined and connected."

"It's just that this Xuanao Zhao Zijing doesn't know, or doesn't know."

"After all, he is just a mediocre immortal cultivator in Qi training realm."

Lynch's eyes flickered, and he felt blessed in his heart. He knew that he had to go to Luojing.

Chapter 17

Login.

After five years, the ancient capital of the Song Dynasty seems to have not changed at all.

It was as if the ancient city itself would not change.

It was true 1 years ago, and it will be true 1 years from now.

It's like the eternal ruling family of this mortal continent.

No surprises, no changes.

Lynch didn't feel the emotion of revisiting the old place. Looking at the depressed Luo Jing, he went to the medical clinic with a thought.

The neighborhood vendors in the old street seem to have changed some, but the medical center is still there.

Lynch saw Xu Zhiwen, who had matured a lot, sitting in the medical hall, and there seemed to be some spies in ambush around him.

He didn't care, walking in the crowd, but seemed detached from the world.

The ingenious use of the Wind Control Technique made him wander the streets like a ray of breeze.

It is ubiquitous to mortals, yet untouchable.

After looking at the medical clinic, Lynch had no plans to see Xu Zhiwen.

After the battle on the top of the Forbidden that day, before he left, he asked Xu Zhiwen whether he would choose to leave with him, or stay in Luojing to take over the medical center.

Xu Zhiwen chose the latter.

So nothing to see.

Whether Xu Zhiwen has lived a good life or a bad life these years is his own choice.

For Lynch, Xu Zhiwen, who was an apprentice in the medical clinic back then, is just a passer-by on his destined long life in the future.

He continued to walk, passing by the painted boats on the banks of the Luojiang River.

His heart skipped a beat, he hadn't listened to a ditty for a long time.

Here you go, let's take a stroll.

He was so excited that he stretched out his hand to make a skillful move.

Soon a small boat on the river wobbled over and carried Lynch onto the pleasure boat.

Listening to music, drinking, sharing interests.

Accompanied by the swaying of the painting boat, Lin Qi stood up leisurely amidst the sparkling waves.

"Master, it's late at night, where are you going?"

"After the appointment at dusk, the willows are on the moon. Now is the time to see an old friend."

Lynch smiled slightly, threw down an ingot of gold, opened the window, and walked away.

Target, the palace.

……

In the palace, Zhao Ming'an, who had been the emperor for five years, came to the Golden Luan Palace again under the moonlight.

There is a scar on the golden dragon pillar near the dragon chair in the golden palace.

Even if it has been embellished with gold leaf, it looks seamless and even has the effect of drawing a dragon.

But in Zhao Mingan's heart, it was always a scar.

A scar stuck in his heart, but also on the face of the royal family of Song Dynasty.

"Lynch."

Zhao Mingan whispered Lynch's name again.

The scene that happened five years ago resurfaced in front of my eyes again.

It seems to have become the biggest shame in his life.

The patriarch of the mortal lineage of the dignified Xiuxian family, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, was humiliated and played by a pariah in front of the people of the world.

As soon as he thought about it, Zhao Ming'an's heart ached, wishing he could cut Lin Qi into pieces.

"Is there still no whereabouts of Lynch?"

Zhao Mingan turned his head and asked.

"Your Majesty calm down, don't be angry with Lynch, that lowly person."

A eunuch hurriedly said, thinking he was considerate.

But it only provoked Zhao Mingan to strike back.

The sword light cut down, dripping with blood.

After beheading the eunuch in front of him with a single sword, Zhao Mingan said to himself, "Lin Qi is naturally humble. But besides me, even a mere eunuch would dare to describe him as humble!"

"Could it be that in your eyes a lowly person can humiliate me!"

"Lynch is not dead, my heart is restless!"

"Come here, pass on my will, and find Lynch's whereabouts at all costs."

"I will reward anyone who can find out Lynch's whereabouts!"

"Anyone who can kill Lin Qi, bring Lin Qi's head to see me, the position of prince, I will wait for it!"

After another habitual decree to increase the reward.

Zhao Mingan felt that the anger in his heart had subsided a little, and he was about to return to the bedroom with the Tianzi sword in his hand.

But suddenly, there was a breeze, and the moonlight was as cold as ice in an instant.

Zhao Ming'an broke out in a cold sweat, subconsciously wanting to pull out the Son of Heaven Sword.

But in the next second, he could only watch helplessly as a hand pressed out in the moonlight.

One press, and the blade returns to the sheath.

Once seized, the Tianzi Sword changed hands.

This scene shocked Zhao Mingan to the extreme, as if he had returned to that day five years ago.

"I heard that you have the Son of Heaven Sword, which was bestowed by the immortals. It is beyond the ordinary and peerless, and I am so yearning for it."

"Take the moon tonight."

A deep voice rang in Zhao Ming'an's ears. Zhao Ming'an was startled and angry, trying to see clearly who was coming to step on the moon and snatch the Tianzi sword backhanded.

Is it Lynch?Or do people from other families want to see him make a fool of himself?

A thought flashed in Zhao Ming'an's mind, and then he felt the breeze recede, and the bright moon was just in time.

As if everything just now was just an illusion.

But the Tianzi Sword disappeared in his hand, let Zhao Mingan know that everything just now was true.

Someone sneaked into the night with the wind, stepped on the moon, and snatched the Son of Heaven Sword from the royal family of Song Dynasty for thousands of years in front of him.

"who are you!"

"Dare to report your name!"

Zhao Mingan was going crazy, roaring and roaring.

I didn't expect to get an answer.

But after a while, there was wind and sound coming.

"You don't change your name when you're on the road, and you don't change your surname when you're sitting."

"The Stealing Saint Chu Liuxiang is also."

"Chu Liuxiang, good you Chu Liuxiang, I can't spare you!"

"Come here, pass on my order immediately, seal the gates of the city, and arrest the thief sage Chu Liuxiang in the whole city!"