This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 16 The Destined One (Thanks to the leader 'Black Tongue Candy' for the reward)

At dawn, the drizzle lingers, the air is fresh and ethereal, and the clouds and mist wrap around the mountainside like a veil, making the outline of the mountain soft and hazy, looming, like an ink painting.

Xiang Yuan walked out of his little moral view, and the corners of his mouth were raised and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried.

Last night, with the help of my master and uncle, I practiced qigong and not only opened up the Shenque point, but also made rapid progress all the way. I passed the Shuifen, Xiayuan, Juque, Zhongting and other acupoints with great momentum. Now the qi has reached the Tanzhong point in my chest, and sixteen of the twenty-four acupoints of the Ren meridian have been opened. The foundation-building process is just around the corner.

People feel refreshed when they are happy, and after a night of practice, they don’t feel sleepy at all.

And because I have a path to practice, I feel very high-spirited and feel much more confident.

After walking only two steps, Xiang Yuan saw the heartless Taoist priest under a tree in front of him. His figure was blurry, and the drizzle did not touch him. His body gradually became transparent from the waist down, as if a ghost appeared in the daytime.

Xiang Yuan was horrified, and remembering the identity of Lingguang Old Demon, he guessed that the opportunity was found for him by his master from southern Xinjiang, and hurried forward and said, "Master, what happened to you? Your injury... looks very serious."

It's not just heavy, it looks like the physical body is gone.

The old Taoist stroked his long beard and said, "Don't worry too much. Lingguang's death has a sequel. It is inconvenient for me to meet you, so I passed on my Taoist skills here to avoid being predicted by others and causing you a disaster."

Xiang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and no longer felt sad. Looking at his master's current appearance, he was clearly a genie in a magic lamp.

He took out the broken Bagua Heart Mirror and handed it over with both hands: "I rely on this to save my life, but it's a pity that the mirror is broken."

The heartless Taoist put away the magic mirror. Knowing that it was doomed, he still couldn't help feeling heartbroken.

Xiang Yuanqi asked, "Master, this heart-protecting mirror is so powerful that it can kill Lingguang... uh, Master Lingguang with ease. How come it broke so easily?"

"Not easily. It not only extinguishes the spiritual light of this world, but also other spiritual lights..."

The heartless Taoist stopped talking in the middle of his words. Seeing the umbrella Xiang Yuan was carrying, he smiled and said, "It seems that fate has already determined that you have chosen this path."

"Master, what is fate?"

Xiang Yuan was full of curiosity. Bringing an umbrella on a rainy day meant that fate must be convenient for others.

The question is, who is the person holding the same umbrella with him? Is he a snake demon who has been practicing for a thousand years?

"Who is your destined person? You will know it yourself. If I tell you, you will inevitably be deliberately trying to force it. No matter how fast or slow you walk, you will break your fate because of forcing it." The old Taoist priest still didn't want to say more.

Xiang Yuan stopped asking questions and continued, "Master, I have inherited some memories from Master Lingguang and many martial arts, including our sect's secret method, 'Non-Phase Seal Method'. Is this appropriate?"

As he said this, he looked at the heartless Taoist curiously.

The moment he saw the old Taoist priest, some of Lingguang's memories emerged, mostly pictures of unkindness and stupidity. These filled in the blanks and gave him a clearer understanding of his own master.

In a nutshell, the Taoist name is not wrong, but it is quite heartless.

"Our sect values ​​one's original intention. The opportunity of divine power is yours if you get it. There is no such thing as appropriate or inappropriate. Just don't tell outsiders."

The old Taoist Quexin calculated the time, and his figure gradually faded, disappearing with the magic mirror: "Practicing in the mountain gate is practicing, practicing in the mortal world is also practicing. Your path is not in the mountains, so I will not take you back to Northern Qi. If you are interested, you can come to Benxin Dao to find me one day."

Having said that, there was no trace left.

The dragon is like a hermit who can only be seen from the head.

If Xiang Yuan hadn't seen Ling Guang's memory, he would probably have believed it.

"Just leave as soon as you say so. I still have a lot of questions to ask. For example, this disease seems a little abnormal..."

Xiang Yuan muttered to himself, unable to guess what his master was thinking. Some said he was perfunctory, leaving treasures behind for protection and going to southern Xinjiang to hunt for spiritual power in person, just to protect his disciple; some said he was dedicated, but after bringing his disciple in, he left without looking back, letting him grow wildly.

And he's always pretending!
Although Xiang Yuan had some complaints in his heart, he still straightened his clothes and respectfully bowed three times in the direction where the Quexin Taoist disappeared.

When he has mastered his magical powers one day, he will go to Beiqi Benxindao to offer tea to his master.

I walked down the barren mountain, afraid of getting lost, so I didn't dare take the shortcut in the mountains. Instead, I walked along the official road, deliberately opening my umbrella, wanting to see who my destined person was.

I walked fast and slow along the way, and arrived at Yulin Academy with muddy feet. Five miles ahead was the west gate of the county government office. I didn't see the destined person, but I didn't give up. I turned to a small road and went along the river to Zhao and Lin villages.

Maybe the destined person is a senior constable from the Six Gates, a thousand-year-old snake demon who has transformed and is just in need of an umbrella.

When he reached the path where he had been stationed last night, the county constables had already left. He continued forward and came to Linjiazhuang on the bank of the Nushui River. The village was empty, with no fireworks, and only a few constables from the Six Gates were stationed on patrol. When they saw Xiang Yuan, they quickly stepped forward to ask.

Xiang Yuan took out his constable badge and explained his identity: "I got lost in the forest last night and encountered a poisonous miasma. I was tricked by the bandits and only got out at dawn."

He was covered in mud, and his black boots made it impossible to see their shape. He explained the whole story and dispelled the doubts of the Six Gates detectives.

It is normal to get lost in the mountains, and it is a blessing to be able to find your way out.

"The county constable has already escorted the prisoner back to the city. You don't need to wait here. Go back on your own."

"May I ask this elder brother, when you were capturing the Five Poison Sect's thugs last night, have you ever seen someone like this..."

Xiang Yuan described it simply. At the murder scene at Xiaodaode Temple, there was a scarred man with arms below his knees. At first he thought the man was from Zhaojiazhuang, but now it seems that he should be a member of the Five Poison Sect.

Xiang Yuan vaguely felt that this person had some status in the Five Poisons Sect.

"Too many people were arrested last night. If you have any questions, you can go to the county government office and ask your Captain Liu." The constable from the Six Gates seemed difficult to talk to.

Xiang Yuan nodded. It was just a casual question. If there was no answer, then there would be no answer.

He turned around and left, returning the same way he had come. From the time he left the Small Moral Temple, he walked nearly thirty miles. He was not tired as he was skilled in martial arts, but he was extremely hungry.

……

Yulin Academy.

It was drizzling today, so classes ended early. The students were all dressed in blue and white clothes. Some left in groups holding umbrellas, some held up their school bags to cover their faces, some recited poems and laughed constantly.

Some were happy and some were sad. At the gate of the academy, a young man in his early twenties was being lectured by an old man.

The old man was dressed in a blue shirt and was gentle and elegant. His gray hair made him look more calm and composed, a man who had experienced many hardships. He was an old gentleman who was well-read in poetry and books.

Wang Wenxu, the instructor of Fengxian County.

The young man who was scolded by him was in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a dignified appearance. His outstanding appearance made him stand out among a group of students. However, there was a sense of weariness between his brows and he looked listless.

I guess he stayed up late studying poetry and books, and was caught dozing off in class by the teacher.

It is also possible that he is just a lazy person with no ambition to make progress.

"Your father and I know each other. He traveled thousands of miles to send you to the academy to study, and he also asked me to teach you to become a talent. But you spend all day fooling around outside. Where is your filial piety?"

"The wise teacher misunderstood the student. I was studying hard while fooling around. This is a great filial piety!"

"you you……"

Wang Wenxu was so angry that his face twitched. He said that if someone did not strive for progress, he would be a rotten tree that cannot be carved, and he left angrily with his sleeves thrown.

"Teacher, please don't leave. Lend me an umbrella to shelter me..."

Seeing that Wang Wenxu ignored him, the young man shrugged and looked around. It was empty, with only him standing at the entrance of the academy.

It was raining, and students in the distance were running quickly with books in their hands. Looking at myself, I didn't have any books, let alone a book bag.

"When you need to learn something, you will regret not having enough knowledge. A good teacher will enlighten your students."

"I finished class early today, and my family's carriage has not arrived yet. Do I have to rush back in the rain?"

"That's not good. It's disgraceful to get your clothes wet. If the old man sees it, he'll start nagging me again."

As he was muttering to himself, he saw a constable holding an umbrella passing by on the road from afar.

Eyes facing each other.

Hey, the umbrella is here.

It's bad, I shouldn't have looked at him.

(End of this chapter)