The cigarettes curled up in the carriage, swirls around, but didn't disperse, becoming more and more hazy.

An Qisheng stared at Gong Yangyan and spoke lightly.

Although he had only been in this world for more than ten days, it was a long time for An Qisheng.

His ego aura has long been detached from the mundane. Ordinary people need to read and remember the information over and over again, but he only needs to scan it, and it has already entered his heart.

Ordinary people need thousands of years, but they may not be able to integrate things. He can understand everything at the click of a finger, and even innovate on it.

And it will not change because of the strength of the inspiration.

This is the 'realm not falling'.

Not to mention, there is also the help of Sanxin Lan Lingtong, the Son of Destiny from the Sanxin Realm.

Even if the Nightmare Hydra ancestor cut off the path of cultivation with a great spell, its potential is extremely high, even if it is difficult to improve the rank.

There are also all kinds of magic.

With his assistance, in the past ten or so days, An Qisheng compared the cultivation systems of the various realms, and already had a faint glimpse of the path he could take in this realm.

It's just that he always has the heart to walk on thin ice, to do things bravely and diligently~lightnovelpub.net~Welfare] pay attention to the public .. No. [Book Friends Base Camp], read books every day and draw cash/point coins!

Before really practicing, we have to try again.

The nearly three hundred years in front of him have been deeply infected by inspiration, but his life is not too long. Gong Yangyan, who is about to condense the Great Dan, is naturally the best choice.

"what?"

Gong Yangyan was startled, he didn't know what An Qisheng was thinking, but he couldn't help but have some hope when he heard the words.

If he was a former Daoist Hongxuan, he probably wouldn't believe it, but this time, his sect master has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Maybe, really?

No one can truly see through life and death. Although he has lived for nearly three hundred years, he does not want to die.

"These days, I have been thinking about the method of cultivation, and I have learned a lot."

An Qi's life was calm, and there seemed to be Taoism in his tone, which made Gong Yangyan's mind dissipate and concentrate.

This feeling is very wonderful. It seems that in front of me, in my mind, only the voice of the owner of the house is echoing, and there are no distracting thoughts.

"The door master..."

Gong Yangyan's heart trembled, and in a trance, he could only feel the Dao Yun permeating, and there was an indescribable touch.

"Tao, Buddha, demon, ghost, Confucianism, and even gods, the methods of cultivation are even more different, and they are very different from each other. However, they also have something in common..."

An Qisheng spoke slowly, but his eyes turned to the dragon of fragrant mist lingering between his fingers.

In his eyes, there was a slight flash.

Void is not the void in the eyes of ordinary people, but an incomparably complicated, almost endless line of inspiration.

This endless line of inspiration runs through everything, reaches endlessly, runs through everything, but intertwines vertically and horizontally, forming all things.

A ray of spirituality infested the human world, the spirituality can still be stripped, but in this fairyland, it is absolutely impossible.

The inspiration of this world is the most fundamental foundation for structuring all things in the world. No one can avoid it, and nothing can avoid it.

"Yes......"

Gong Yangyan only felt that his mind was moved by the words, and all the past events flew by in front of his eyes, and he actually understood what his sect master said:

"It's aura..."

"That's right. Thousands of dharmas, myriad supernatural powers, and all cultivation methods in the world, whether gods, demons, ghosts, or ghosts, are all created by inspiration. The same is true for supernatural powers."

An Qisheng nodded slightly and spoke in a leisurely manner, which also aroused Gong Yangyan's thoughts.

In the current state of cultivation, words are no longer just words.

His words and deeds have his Taoism manifested, and if he listens directly, his soul will be affected by the voice.

Bearing in mind is only the basics, and it will arouse his own thoughts. Based on his cognition, the optimal solution that suits him can be obtained.

This is no longer a heart-to-heart bond, but more similar to what practitioners say. …

Enlightenment!

Gong Yangyan nodded as if he didn't understand, but he couldn't help immersed in his heart, recalling all kinds of things in this life.

The magic tricks, supernatural powers, all kinds of isolated copies, and even the misinterpretation of magic supernatural powers in some legends.

Faintly, there is a sense of enlightenment.

"Cultivation is never just practice, and it's not just practice. I prefer to call it knowing and doing, knowing, then doing, until knowing and doing are unified.

Thousands of spells, all kinds of magical powers. If you don't understand the mystery, you will get twice the result with half the effort. If you understand it and then practice it and confirm it, you will be able to achieve a higher level. "

An Qisheng's eyes flashed with ripples, what Gong Yangyan couldn't see was that the Sanxin Lan Lingtong also crawled out at some point.

Squatting on An Qisheng's shoulders, he listened quietly.

"...There are all kinds of spirits in the world, and there are spirits in the body, the grass and trees are like this, and so are people. And because of the number of inspirations, people's talents are superior, and plants and trees also have all kinds of spirit species, the theory of grades. .

Therefore, the word talent is actually wonderful, wonderful. "

"Of course, it also involves what kind of inspiration, and the composition of the soul..."

Speaking, An Qisheng glanced at Gong Yangyan, who seemed to understand but not understanding: "And if you divide your talents into various levels, you can be considered a genius.

Entering the Dao is not your limit. "

"Ah? Sect Master, you, you are wrong. Me, what kind of genius am I?"

Gong Yangyan's body was shocked, and he suddenly came to his senses. Hearing this, he smiled wryly and shook his head again and again: "If I were a genius, I am afraid that geniuses are not everywhere in this world."

He was a little flattered.

Surprise is more than joy.

He joined the sect very early, but his cultivation is far from being comparable to the old sect master who entered the same period.

Even with the care of the latter for many years, he has only managed to cultivate into the Dao under the accumulation of resources, and it is impossible to condense pills.

If this is a genius, what are those Tianjiao who were born into the Dao in Da Zhou?

"Being able to set foot on the cultivation path is already extraordinary. But..."

An Qisheng flicked his fingers, and the fragrant mist dragon that was moving around his fingers was shattered by it, and it turned into the last ray of fragrance and disappeared into his body:

"A genius is a genius, but you are not a genius of Taoism. In other words, you are not suitable for Taoism."

"what?"

Gong Yangyan was stunned for a moment, and immediately reflected the meaning of the words from the master of the family. The four-foot-high old body could not help but tremble.

He couldn't help rolling his throat, and his voice was a little dry: "Sect Master, don't joke, I, I have been practicing conscientiously for nearly three hundred years, why, why is it not suitable for cultivation?

If it doesn't fit, how can I join the mix? "

Cultivation sects have very strict rules for accepting disciples. Those who can worship them are either rich or noble, or have a great relationship with the sect.

He himself was only able to get started because of the old sect master, but if he was not suitable for cultivation at all, it was absolutely impossible to worship the door.

"It doesn't fit, naturally it doesn't fit."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "Have you ever wondered why Ang Zang's body, who was seven feet tall in those days, has shrunk after entering the Dao, and now it is less than four feet?"

All things in this world are framed by spiritual machines, and because of spiritual machines, there is a distinction between superior and inferior, and the difference between immortals and ordinary people.

However, the ingenuity is profound, and the sea is a hundred rivers, among which there are Dao, Buddha, God, devil, ghost, and Confucianism.

And so on, it's so complicated.

Therefore, the spiritual machine that all things fit together is also ever-changing, and each is different.

Incompatible with each other, even if they are geniuses, they must be obliterated by others, and they can be reversed by hard work.

Forcing it, like burning wood with water and quenching thirst with fire, is not only useless, but harmful.

Just like this ram Yan.

He used to be seven feet tall, but now, he has become such three inches. Of course, it is not because of old age and weak muscles and bones.

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng changed his words and gave him a deep look: "Perhaps, you haven't gotten into trouble at all?"

"This, this is impossible?!"

Gong Yangyan stood up abruptly, and the body of the old man less than four feet trembled.

How did he not think about it?

In the past two hundred years, he has thought about his own changes more than once, and he has also visited many experts.

But it is also said that he was obsessed with that one.

"No, no."

Gong Yangyan looked up at An Qisheng who was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, and said in surprise, "I've never heard of a monk like me..."

He wondered, but in his heart, he believed.

Since stepping into practice, no matter how hard he tried, he was much different than the other brothers and sisters who entered the practice together.

Clearly, at the time of the entry-level assessment, their talents were almost the same.

"How many monks have you met in your life?"

An Qisheng was dumbfounded.

For more than ten days, he had dreamed of Gongyangyan.

This little old man has lived for nearly three hundred years, but his footprints are limited to Anning Mansion, and he rarely goes out, so naturally the monks he has seen will not go anywhere.

Even if there are people in the world who are in the same situation as him, how can he know?

"Uh......"

Gong Yang Yan was speechless, but he murmured in his heart, how many have you seen?

"Whether you believe it or not, it will be confirmed in the future. Now, you can only believe in me."

An Qisheng tapped his finger on the cuff, and a stream of light had strayed out of the 'dust mirror', turning into a lit 'spirit dragon incense'.

Surrounding the three-inch little old man, he couldn't stop puffing clouds:

"Although you haven't condensed the pill, you still have some expectations about your own lifespan, don't you? Do you think you have a few years left?"

Gong Yangyan's expression suddenly dimmed.

Even if he has entered the Dao, even if he further condenses the elixir, his lifespan will never exceed the limit of 300 mortals.

Although he couldn't calculate his own deadline as accurately as the Golden Core cultivator, he had lived for nearly three hundred years.

Even if there is no disease or disaster, I am afraid that it will be difficult to live for three hundred years.

"Ugh."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, the little old man sighed a long time before looking at An Qisheng with complicated eyes: "The sect master said so much, what do you want me to do?"

He was not stupid, or rather, An Qisheng had no intention of concealing him.

Naturally, he also guessed that An Qisheng must have another purpose when he said these words.

"good."

An Qisheng confessed frankly: "I have a problem in my heart, but I need Yan Lao to help me. If this happens, it may be fortunate, but if it doesn't, there will be great future troubles."

An Qisheng had no intention of concealing it, although he knew that Gong Yangyan would not refuse at all.

"The sect master has what he wants, how can the old slave not obey?"

Gong Yangyan didn't hesitate, nodded and replied: "It's just that this old slave hopes that the sect master can avenge this great revenge for me."

An Qisheng put his hands on top of each other, and before Dantian, he nodded in front of Gong Yangyan's gaze:

"It was meant to be."

Hearing this, Gong Yangyan breathed a sigh of relief: "So, even if you die a few years earlier~lightnovelpub.net~, it's nothing."

"...You can't die. If you die, I will enter the ghost country of Fengdu, and I will also pull you out."

An Qisheng was also a little speechless, but the little old man didn't believe him at all.

"Hey-hey."

Gong Yangyan touched his nose with an embarrassed smile, and then asked curiously, "Sect Master, you said that I am not suitable for cultivating Taoism, so what am I suitable for?"

He was skeptical of what An Qisheng said, but he was still curious or hopeful.

Could it be that he is really a genius, but he can't cultivate the law, and he has delayed himself by mixing up?

huh~

An Qisheng smiled without saying a word, and looked out along the curtain of the car lifted by the wind.

The fierce wind and snow tore through the thick fog, and in the goose feather snow, the endless mountain line in the distance could be seen:

"arrive."