Chapter 1332

Yun Xiang, one hundred and forty-six years old, was born in Miaoyuan Sect, and he practiced the basic exercises of Miaoyuan Sect, Miaoyuan Condensing Yuan Jue. Therefore, in the end, it still failed to break through the boundary and took that crucial step.

   Step out and you will see the sky and the sea.

   without stepping out?

The lifespan of an ordinary person here is between 120 and 150 years. Although Yunxiang is considered a great person in the eyes of ordinary people in the late stage of the condensed Yuanjing, in fact, the cultivation of the Condensed Yuanjing has no effect on the body. It just stops at "nurturing".

   is similar to ordinary people being pampered, good at health, and often supplementing.

   If there is no accident, its final lifespan should be around 180.

   In other words, if he hadn't met Xu Guangling, Yunxiang would probably have thirty or forty years to live.

   These thirty or forty years are [Yu Nian], which is the surviving cultivation base of the body, which continues to fall, until it is almost gone, and then, like a real ordinary person, walks towards the end.

Although a cultivator like    is said to be from the Miaoyuan Sect, he actually has nothing to do with the sect.

   Or to put it a little more rigorously, although such a person used to be a cultivator, he is no longer a cultivator, and is more regarded as an ordinary person.

   This ordinary person came to Baiyaotang more than 20 years ago, and then became a resident of Baiyaotang.

   There are many such people, some from the Miaoyuan sect, some from the Qinglin sect, and even from the Baihua sect. As for other sects in the state, even family cultivators, loose cultivators, etc., it is even more rare. After the path of cultivation is cut off, some of them will choose to come to Baiyaotang to "live in peace".

   On the one hand, there are many monks gathered here, and it is a real "senior monk activity center".

   On the other hand, Baiyaotang lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of medicines, especially medicines such as nursing and health care, there are many kinds of medicines, some of which can slow down the decline of cultivation.

As we all know, behind the Baiyaotang is the Wanyao Sect, which is the top sect in the world. Coming to the Baiyaotang means that there is such a slight relationship with the Wanyaozong. Zong's chance.

   This kind of opportunity is illusory, but in case...

  What if this happens?

   Therefore, for many reasons, there has always been no shortage of people like Yunxiang who choose to live in Baiyaotang.

Is    Baiyaotang an inn?

no.

   But it can be regarded as a combination of inn + canteen + elderly activity center + community hospital + park + other.

   Such an existence, in this world, the Wan Yaozong is exclusively named.

As a cultivator, you may not know the nine immortal sects, and you may not know the specific sects of the nine immortal sects, such as the Lingxiao sect. Know those Ten Medicine Hall, Hundred Medicine Hall, Thousand Medicine Hall, Ten Thousand Medicine Hall.

   Having "retired" or "retired" from a monk and entered the Hundred Medicine Hall, has Yunxiang thought about trying to go further?

   thought about it.

   must have thought about it!

   That kind of thing that can completely change everything once you jump over it with force, how can you not want to!

   And he was only one step away from jumping over.

   is really only one step away!

   But there is a saying how to say, the heroes in the world are exhausted, only the years can grow green.

In the more than 20 years of entering Baiyaotang, Yunxiang has grown from full of hope to old Jifu, from independence from midnight to sunset, from grief and loneliness to self-satisfaction, especially, surrounded by people like you, and Many of them, slowly accept the reality.

   That is an unconscious but terrifying force, in silence, slowly, bit by bit, bit by bit.

   The heart that used to be a monk, and the bones that used to be a monk, has disappeared for some time, and the only thing left is a "Doctor Yun" who came out with a nickname in the Hundred Medicine Hall.

   After all, he was born in the Miaoyuan Sect, one of the three major sects in Honshu.

   After all, he also climbed to the late stage of the Condensation Origin Realm.

   Coming to this Hundred Medicine Hall, it is easy to stand out from the crowd among those "cultivators".

   But so what?

  This crane's wings have been broken, and it can no longer fly to the sky. Even if it can still beat the flock of chickens in the competition of flapping and jumping over the river, wouldn't it be something to be proud of?

   Accepting reality does not mean forgetting the past.

   Even if you pretend or try to forget, it does not mean that you will really and completely forget.

   On the contrary, those young monks who came to Baiyaotang from time to time to visit their seniors, teachers, grandfathers, etc., often reminded Yunxiang that once, you were one of them!

   Many of those juniors have very shallow cultivation bases, and generally they are like the early and middle stages of the Condensation Origin Realm. The middle stage is already quite extraordinary. When they come to visit, they often face them with respect and even awe.

   But at that time, Yunxiang often only had one idea.

   Junior, junior, you don’t know, how much I want to change places with you!

   Even if the cultivation base is not high.

   Even if he is young, restrained, timid and timid.

   And Yunxiang also believes that the old guys around him all have the same idea!

   But this kind of thinking, in the end, can only add grief to oneself, and this grief often cannot be expressed.

   Who do you show it to?

   Day after day, year after year.

   There is not much anger in ordinary business, there is only one kind of comprehension.

   If I had worked harder and worked harder from the very beginning of my practice, would it be possible...

   Would you skip that level?

   But this is also a meaningless realization. When a few old buddies occasionally talk about this topic, they are just joking with each other and having fun.

Then.

   Then, Yunxiang met the "what if".

   That night, after verifying and verifying, confirming and confirming that he could really continue to practice, Yun Xiang cried.

   This 146-year-old little old man cried like a child who was only 1.46 years old.

   It's just that the child's cry is unbridled and loud, and there is no sadness in the cry. It is just a language expression, "replacing the voice with crying", while Yunxiang's cry is both repressed and reckless.

   Depressed, I dare not cry out loud, it will make a big joke.

   Presumptuous is to indulge and let go of the joys, sorrows and sorrows of one's body under this form of repressed crying, and release the wind, frost, rain and snow that have been exiled for a lifetime.

That night, in silence, the tears flowed and wiped, as if they were endless and would never dry. That night, the tears not only wet his face, but also his front, and even more so. Years of a body and a lifetime.

   That night, looking back in the fog and mist, Yun Xiang saw his whole life in a daze.

   I have seen my whole life, but I still can’t see the future, let alone grasp the future.

   But what does it matter?

  Since the opportunity really came, then put your whole body, whole heart, and whole life on it!

   That night, Yunxiang worshipped the sky, the ground, and the young man who brought him this opportunity, and in this short three times, he worshipped from midnight to dawn.

   During these three worships, Yunxiang's tears gradually dried up.

   Tears fell into his body and fell into his heart, as if melted, then rose up, turned into clouds, turned into Xia, and in that large cloud of clouds, Yunxiang ushered in the sunrise of that day.

   The same time.

   The same sunrise.

   But everything, everything, everything, is different!

   Then the sun rises and the moon sets, the sunset and the moon rise, and before you know it, a year has passed.

   On this night of this day, Yunxiang's mind inexplicably floated from the silence and immersion of the past, a little unable to calm down, and then he inexplicably remembered the night he cried.

  I am...

What's wrong?

   Yunxiang didn't know what was going on, but in this state, forcibly cultivating was useless. He simply lay there, staring at the dark roof with his eyes open and thinking about nothing.

  Unconsciously, the night passed.

  The window is whitened.

  Yunxiang got up, took a shower, and then, as usual, came to the courtyard and started his morning exercise.

   Young Master Ye only taught him the formulas of formal cultivation, but he did not teach him the methods of reconciling his body like morning exercises, and he also said to him, "What you are practicing now is very good, and you don't need to change it."

This one practiced by   Yunxiang belongs to one of the basic exercises inherited from the Miaoyuan School.

Worship is similar to prayer or ritual. In this movement of squatting, prostrate, prayer, prayer, and worship, the waist is used as the axis, the spine is used as the column, and in the reciprocating and orderly tilting of the axis, the exerciser's The whole body of Qi and blood can be better run and reconciled.

   These movements, Yunxiang has been practicing for more than a hundred years, and naturally he is too skilled.

   But today, there seems to be something wrong with his consciousness or mind or body.

   is obviously a very skilled movement, and it can be done very well by relying on body instinct without using the brain at all, but it happens that after completing the two poses, the whole person stands there still.

   At this stop, I stood there for a while.

   It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

   "Oh, I'm doing morning exercises."

   "What happened to me just now?"

   Confused, Yunxiang regained his mind and continued the third form, but when he finished the whole third form and switched to the fourth form, Yunxiang froze again unconsciously.

   But this time in a daze, something was different.

   His right leg is hot!

It seems that there is a ray of hot oil or kerosene, poured from the front chest to the back waist, and then poured on the right back part, regardless of front and rear, down the entire right thigh, causing his entire right leg to appear a kind of obvious. The burning sensation, especially at the back of the right leg, seemed to be swirling directly with hot water.

   Yunxiang unconsciously bent his right leg slightly, as if he wanted to "give out" the back of his knee.

   And then, the scorching heat slowly extended to the soles of the feet.

   (end of this chapter)