This time, I lay down for several hours before I could recover my strength, and during this time, I couldn't even practice my exercises, as long as I concentrated, I felt a heart-rending pain in my mind, as if a knife was chopping wildly.

It's horrible!

At this time, he was already lying on the bed in the villa, he couldn't help but tremble when he thought about it, just at that moment, almost killed him, he looked at the ring on his finger and smiled bitterly, this thing is not like an artifact, but it is simply a murder that costs you three thousand, and now if you let him try again, he will definitely throw this thing into the pit immediately.

As the saying goes, if you don't die, there will be a blessing after the disaster, or that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, although this process made him miserable, but the ending was still good, at least he figured out the use of this storage ring, and what surprised him even more was the book taken out of it, the identification given by the system turned out to be a Dao-level cultivation method, "Nine Xuan True Recipe".

Opening this ancient book made of unknown animal skins made him felt a faintly depressing feeling, and the first page of the book reads:

"What is the truth? What is the Tao?"

"Husband, man, born in harmony with the Tao, the first birth of a person, the flesh and the mortal womb, the five elements in the body are not satisfied, the yin and yang are not in harmony, where there are clouds: the lonely yin is not long, the lonely yang is not born, this is called the no way, the seeker, when and the yin and yang, based on the essence of the blood and the spirit, refining and refining the qi, refining the qi and turning the god, refining the god and returning to the void, refining the void and the way, therefore, the cultivation of the Tao must first practice the qi, the practice of the qi must first practice the body, the body, the yuan essence also, congenital damage, the meridians are blocked, the yuan essence is stored in the five internal organs, it is the practice of the body, must first pass the eight veins of the Qi meridians, the body is proficient in the eight veins, then the five elements are born together. ”

"The human body has three wonders, the eyebrows between the sea of gods, the sea of essence in the sandal, the sea of dantian qi, the three strange seas, for the foundation of the Tao, take the law of heaven, earth and man three talents, the three talents are the work of creation, non-human ability to also, solid body through the vein, congenital smooth, at this time the essence is hidden in the middle, said to be humane, but yin and yang exist in nature, the sky is yang, the earth is yin, God is yang, qi is yin, the god is full of qi, only then is the Tao, so the Taoist, yin and yang also. ”

"Nine is the extreme of the number, the essence of the nine turns into gas, the gas into the dantian is stored in the ground, called the vitality, the nine turns of the vitality into the god, the god into the eyebrows is stored in the sky, called the original god, the true recipe has refining and refining the qi, practicing the power of the gas and turning the god, the cultivator, if the people of the world do the work, hard work day by day, there is a harvest, so do not slack off, do not be lazy, do not be poor. ”

"Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, the vast sea is endless, the brave are fearless, we seek the way, just to get a truth, this truth, for the sky, for the earth, for people, for longevity, for leisure, for whatever you want!"

After reading these, Yang Ling was a little demented, this "Nine Xuan True Recipes" is a clear and clear practice of cultivating the truth, if you really practice, will you become a flying immortal, could it be that those legendary immortals have really appeared on the earth? Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie Guanyin Bodhisattva, if you come to the Buddha, you want to go astray, the recent Eight Immortals crossing the sea Lu Dongbin should be real, but, what about these people?

Thinking about the headache too much, Yang Ling simply continued to turn back, followed by the Qi Cultivation Chapter and the Refining God Chapter, countless obscure points and formulas made him dizzy, fortunately, he had practiced the Soul Refining Technique and Tianxin Acupoint Technique, and he was very familiar with the structure of the human body, and he was still slowly fascinated when he calmed down. In fact, according to the Nine Xuan True Formula, Yang Ling is currently only at the point of being mortal in the flesh, and it is estimated that it is the 'mortal level' given by the miner system, but he has also reached the basic state of Qi training, if the eight veins of the person's Qi Sutra are not opened up, and they cannot break through the innate realm, it is basically impossible to practice Qi. And to open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, on today's earth, I don't know if there is anyone else who can reach it except myself, this is not ability and understanding, but the environment, there is no heavenly treasure on the earth to wash the muscles and marrow, and no one will get the well water that he can't drink like him, so even if he gives the soul refining technique to others to refine, at most, it is to strengthen the body, live a few more years without illness and disaster, and there is no possibility of cultivation perfection at all.

He sighed, this is really a road destined to be lonely to death~!

Because of the pain in his head, he didn't dare to start cultivating, so he rested at home for three days.

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, the snow had not completely melted a few days ago, and the sky was drifting with snowflakes again, so he went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things, and then sent a message to his friends next to him, and drove back to his hometown. The only thing that gave him a headache was that his girlfriend still hadn't been found, and he wanted to try to ask Han Xinglin, but he gave up after thinking about it, this big beauty always seemed to be separated from him by a frosted glass, and he couldn't see the ending clearly now.

At this time, on a train speeding south, a girl was lying on a sleeper playing with her mobile phone, and another woman was sitting by the window, looking at the city that was constantly retreating and gradually moving away in the twilight, but the phone in her hand was not pressed for a long time, and a song was playing on the radio:

Missing is a very mysterious thing,

Everywhere,

Silent and breathless haunts in the bottom of my heart,

In the blink of an eye,

Engulf me in loneliness,

I can't resist,

Especially at night,

I miss you to the point where I can't breathe,

There has never been such a heavy longing, originally in a city, but like the end of the world separated by centuries, what is love? is it to chase? or to wait? or to give up? no one can know, but the affection in her eyes is so thick that it cannot be dissolved, but it is like an unobstructed spring, a trace of ripple out, sliding down her cheeks.

Vientiane is renewed, and the unity is renewed.

The Lunar New Year, for Chinese or all Chinese, is the most important festival of the year, it is to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, is the reunion of ten thousand families, those who wander outside, no matter how far no matter how difficult, they will rush back without hesitation, not for anything else, just for even a few days of celebration and reunion, the whole family gathering, its happiness, with blessings and joy to wash away the fatigue and lead of the year, looking forward to the new year and new atmosphere.

The off-road vehicle roared on the icy and muddy provincial road, and the potholed road surface that was crushed was already overwhelmed, and the puddles of water were like traps, but this could not stop the wanderer from returning home, and the road was bumpy, Yang Ling finally rushed home in the evening, just more than two hundred kilometers, and it took nearly eight hours, but when he saw the tall ginkgo trees at the head of the village from a distance, he was suddenly full of resentment and turned into excitement.

Home, close at hand, although he came back not long ago, but still let him feel the kind of constant attachment buried in the depths of his bones, the New Year, is not only a festival, it is also a sacred sacrifice ceremony in the heart of every Chinese, to pay tribute to those past years, to pay tribute to the deceased relatives, to spit out the old and to look forward to the future.