Xuanxia

Chapter 87 Yi Ran
It was late at night. Fu Qingzhou sat by the window, flipping through the Yiran Jue in his hand under the light of a green lamp and moonlight.

"Big brother."

Tang Jiao's voice came from behind: "The bed is ready for you. You can go upstairs and sleep in a while."

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and glanced at Tang Jiao, who had beads of sweat on her forehead, and said helplessly: "I told you I can do this myself."

"It's okay." Tang Jiao wiped the sweat off her face, her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled: "You have more important things to do~ And it's not tiring, it's just that Taoist Qingsong didn't tell me where the quilts were, so it took some time to find them."

Fu Qingzhou nodded: "Okay, then go and have a rest. You are exhausted these days."

Tang Jiao hummed lightly and turned to leave.

Before this, after Qingsongzi threw down the Yiran Jue, he really disappeared.

The two of them were facing such a huge and empty place, and they were completely confused. They didn't know where they were or what to do.

Fortunately, young people always have a strong ability to adapt to the environment. It took them about two hours to tour the Wuwei Temple.

Excluding those empty halls, the Wuwei Temple has everything, including alchemy rooms, forges, medicine fields, farmlands, libraries, armories, kitchens, warehouses, livestock pens... There is even a cave in the high hill behind the palace, and there is a mineral vein inside!
Although the top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round, there is not a single speck of snow in the farmlands, medicinal fields, livestock pens and other places. It is even as warm as spring, which shocked Tang Jiao so much that she exclaimed it was the work of a god - of course, Smoker soon discovered the clues, which were just a few small magic arrays.

Apart from these, there were several houses with closed doors on the mountain, and the two of them would not force them open.

Qingsongzi seemed to have completely disappeared from Wuwei Temple. No one knew whether he was hiding in the houses whose doors could not be opened, or whether he had used some other means to hide himself.

Fu Qingzhou didn't care. If he couldn't find him, it meant that he didn't want to see him, so he didn't see him. He and Tang Jiao each chose a small building close to the kitchen as their bedroom, which would be convenient for their lives.

Of course he would choose to live here for a while.

Qingsongzi said that Yiranjue could give him a glimmer of hope, and there were several top bosses waiting to "hunt" him down the mountain...

Then I must stay in the mountains for a while first.

This place is full of spiritual energy and suitable for practicing. It has all the necessary supplies. No wonder Qingsongzi has been able to stay here alone for thirty years.

"Yi Ran Jue."

Fu Qingzhou closed the book in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and felt a headache.

This Qingsongzi's handwriting is so damn ugly...

It was a lot of effort just to understand what he was writing.

"I have to copy a copy myself tomorrow and practice with this book. If you don't practice well enough, your eyes will go blind."

he murmured.

The voice of the smoker also floated out at this time: "This old Taoist priest is quite to my taste, and the Yi Ran Jue he wrote is also quite interesting."

"You two are both ugly, weird, and have bad tempers. How can we not like each other?" Fu Qingzhou sneered.

The smoker clicked his tongue and said, "What bullshit! This is called the demeanor of a master!"

Fu Qingzhou was too lazy to argue with him and patted the book in his hand: "You have read this book too, what do you think?"

"It's quite brilliant, isn't it?" The Smoker said leisurely, "I don't quite understand the Qi Ran Jue, but this Yi Ran Jue is quite informative. It is a profound mental method. From the current point of view, it is not a problem to practice it to the level of Cave Heaven. It also includes the Wuling Shuangxiang."

"If it can dissolve the Qi Ran Jue... maybe it also has requirements for emotions."

Fu Qingzhou nodded silently.

Yiran, as its name suggests, is the exact opposite of Qiran.

Qi Ran emphasizes compassion and sadness. You are dissatisfied with everything and feel that everyone in the world is suffering and that you are weak. You will always be in a state of deep suffering and hatred.

Yiran, however, is just the opposite. It wants you to be carefree, to laugh, to get angry, and to have a clear distinction between what you love and hate. It's even clearly written in the book that if you want to practice this technique well, you have to do it however you have fun.

It can be imagined that Qingsongzi's current rogue character is probably related to this technique.

It was like a means of "hedging". In fact, Fu Qingzhou gradually understood without much instruction from the smoker.

As long as the Qi Ran Jue takes root in the body, it will cultivate on its own and continuously. As long as you have compassion in your heart and feel that you are weak and incompetent, it will change your soul little by little, and eventually distort your cognition and turn you into a monster.

Qingsongzi's Yi Ran Jue requires you to "maintain your humanity". Human nature is naturally self-centered, and your own happiness is the most important. You have nothing to do with me, and you will die if you die. I don't even know who you are, so why should I be sad for you?

To practice this skill is to work hard to change the changes that Qi Ran Jue brings to the soul.

"I feel like if I practice this skill, I'll become schizophrenic." Fu Qingzhou said with a wry smile.

But he also discovered that his state of mind had changed since he had been imbued with the Qi Ran Jue, even though it had been just over half a month.

I have become much more worried recently, and my previous carefree spirit has faded a lot. Although it is also related to my experiences, Qi Ran Jue must have played a key role in it.

If this continues, I will probably become the second Long Dabei soon.

This book of Yiran Jue... came at a very timely moment.

After thinking for a while, he decided to start practicing now and start with the beginning.

Most of the martial arts in this world are written based on the third realm of martial arts. After all, the inner energy in this realm has just begun to grow, just like the buds of early spring, and it is the starting point of everything.

All the exercises are based on the three realms acupoints, guiding the spirit to penetrate different meridians and supplemented by other training methods.

Fu Qingzhou is now in the fourth realm, but the Qi Ran Jue only works under special conditions. His internal energy is not strong and has no exclusive attributes, so practicing other techniques will not have any impact.

So he followed the requirements of the Yiran Jue introductory method, went to the second floor of the small building, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to guide Lingxu to travel through the meridians and acupoints.

A faint, ethereal white mist surrounded him, forming floating curves like the magnetic field around a magnet, and passed through and wandered among the joints and acupoints of his body.

Gradually, he sank into a state of oblivion of both himself and the world, and was no longer aware of anything in the outside world.

At this moment, his clothes moved slightly, and the stone heart hidden inside his clothes flew out.

"Eh? Eh?!"

The smoker exclaimed, "What's going on?! Fu boy! Fu boy!"

"Stop shouting." Qingsongzi's voice came faintly: "He can't hear you."

His figure appeared from the thin air, like ink dripping on a piece of drawing paper, gradually becoming thicker, and finally stopping in the room.

Qing Songzi reached out his hand, grabbed Shi Xin, raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Who the hell are you? The Taoist has been eyeing you for a long time."

"Hey, hey hey."

The smoker smiled apologetically, "Brother, everyone has difficulties. I was also a Xuanxing back then. I died in an accident hundreds of years ago, leaving behind a remnant soul. Your nephew picked me up, and I didn't harm him. I just hoped that he would become more advanced in cultivation and give me a body."

Qingsongzi narrowed his eyes and moved the stone heart closer to observe it carefully.

After a long while, he threatened in a low voice: "I'm warning you, don't mess around. I don't think you are a good person. If you dare to have any bad thoughts, be careful that I will shit on your head!"

heavy smoker:"……"

It really wanted to curse, you guys really are worthy of being from the same master... Your Zhenxian Palace should not be renamed Wuwei Temple, it should be renamed Zhenshi Palace.

But at this moment it could only smile and say: "No, no, I am very honest."

"Well, the Taoist is watching you, be careful!"

Qingsongzi made a ferocious expression towards Shixin. With his ugly appearance, if he were painted as a portrait, it would be more evil-repelling than any door god.

That’s all. He flicked his fingers lightly and bounced the stone heart back into Fu Qingzhou’s arms. Then he gradually faded away and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)