Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 178 The place where spiritual energy gathers
Since the master went out to visit a friend, Xu Yunfan naturally would not ask too many questions. Although it was said that Zhan Yan would go to Shenbing Ridge, his whereabouts were unknown, and a famous master of the Blood Exchange Realm was going out.

I'm also worried about potential life threats.

After leaving Tiangong City, Xu Yunfan looked up at the hill where he practiced Chaoyang Qigong yesterday, hesitated, and looked at the sky again.

It is still some time before the sun rises and the purple morning glow rises.

Now that his mining skills have been perfected, the special effects of finding dragon veins and identifying veins allowed him to quickly determine that the spiritual energy on the ridge where he practiced yesterday was not much.

Now that the empress has raised the spiritual energy in the earth veins, naturally there will be a very rich spiritual energy appearing in the place where the mountains converge.

Chunyang Qigong can only rely on the rising purple air of the morning glow every day to obtain the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, so naturally it is necessary to choose a good place.

He no longer hesitated, and with a push of his foot, the dirt and rocks beneath his feet flew up, and he shot out like an arrow.

After half a cup of tea.

The mountains in Shuzhou are rugged, with peaks overlapping and peaks pointing to the sky like swords. Tiangong Peak is thirty miles east of it.

Xu Yunfan ran his five fingers across the cross section of the green rock, and the grainy feeling from his fingertips made him frown slightly.

This is the "thousand-layer pancake" rock phase recorded in memory after the mining was completed. Five layers of sandstone are sandwiched with iron nodules, and they are ochre-red in the morning light.

He tapped the rock wall with his fingers, and the sound was like a muffled drum. There must be a cavity in the belly of the mountain, and it must be a gourd-shaped cave formed by water erosion, which is most likely to gather the spiritual energy of the earth veins.

A hundred feet below, the earth veins turned over, and naturally a lot of spiritual energy gathered in it, and then slowly spread to the heaven and earth.

Otherwise, how could there be such a thing as a fairy mountain and a blessed land?

The Broken Dragon Cliff at the northern foot of Tiangong Peak stretched before him, and Xu Yunfan crushed a few grains of hematite slag with the soles of his boots.

The morning sun cast the shadow of the mountain on the isolated peak opposite, and the terrain that looked like a cow lying down and drinking water made him look delighted.

The three basalt rocks at the Ox Head are arranged in a triangular shape, which corresponds to the "Three Elements Calming Qi" pattern in Feng Shui.

The mountain breeze carries a faint smell of sulfur, which is a sign of geothermal evaporation. There must be a lot of spiritual energy in this place.

"What a treasured place for storing wind and absorbing energy."

He untied the leather water bag at his waist and drank a mouthful of strong liquor produced by Tiangong Cave Pharmacy. His stomach immediately felt warm, and the pores all over his body dilated as the medicine was digested by the liquor.

Chunyang Qigong emphasizes using blood and qi to mobilize the yang energy of heaven and earth. Right now, the sun is about to rise, which is the perfect time to catch the first rays of the morning sun.

He bent his legs slightly and exerted force, his ten fingers hooked into the cracks in the rock like iron hooks. The places where his fingers pressed were silently smoothed out, leaving only the most detailed finger marks.

Using both hands and feet, he climbed like a nimble monkey, reaching a height of thirty feet on the cliff in the blink of an eye.
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"Lightman, someone has gone up."

A voice suddenly came from a corner below the cliff, with a hint of anxiety in the words.

"We've taken the wrong direction. We probably didn't come here looking for something."

A somewhat calm voice came from the bushes nearby.

"Eagle's Beak Rock, three meters to the west! He went up there. We've explored the top before, and there's no one on the top. Maybe he went there for the scenery."

The pockmarked man crouching in the bushes lowered his voice, the claws clutched in his hand already taut with their springs. "The glint on his sleeves must be hiding a hidden arrow! Only the disciples of Tiangong Cave, who recently moved in, could possess such a contraption... Judging by his agility, it's likely quite dangerous. And this place is so close to Tiangong Cave. If that person gives a signal, those birdmen flying in the sky from Tiangong Cave will likely be there in an instant."

The middle-aged man called the lamplighter was wrapped in shrubs and weeds. He was measuring the texture of the rock strata with a copper pipe. Hearing this, he took out a magnet from his arms.

The iron filings on the surface of the magnet suddenly turned to the southeast, which was the direction where Xu Yunfan climbed up the cliff.

"Why are you panicking?"

He tapped the leather bag at his feet with his pipe, which contained the prepared incense powder. "If they really came for us, they should have followed the sulfur mark and moved up. We haven't been in Beimang Mountain for all these years in vain."

Thirty feet high, Xu Yunfan suddenly changed direction.

The route that was supposed to go straight up suddenly turned to the northeast, and its figure floated like willow catkins. Wherever its ten fingers passed, several clusters of silver grass used to mark the mineral veins were accidentally crushed.

It’s not that he suddenly changed direction due to a brain spasm, but that the angle above was almost 120 degrees.

The man holding the lamp squinted at the shadows swaying in the morning light and suddenly sneered, "Hey... this guy has quite a variety of skills. He uses the Qingcheng School's flying kick, but he insists on learning the Eight Forging Steps from the Tiangong Cave... Just look at his right shoulder."

The pockmarked man raised his monocular telescope, not daring to look directly at them. He just glanced at them with the method of observing people in Beimang Mountain. These warriors had very sharp six senses.

Just then, Xu Yunfan's right sleeve was suddenly stretched tight by the muscles.

"Yes!"

He slapped his thigh and muttered, "Qingcheng Qinggong emphasizes the flow of Qi into the spring, but this guy is using external hard skills to force his body up. I'm afraid he's some young master who ran away from an aristocratic family."

Suddenly, a few jackdaws were startled at the top of the rock wall. The man holding the lamp moved his ears slightly and heard that Xu Yunfan had crushed half of the weathered shale when he landed.

He slowly put away the magnet, his pipe striking three sparks against the rock wall. "The fingerprints are seven inches deep, but the energy is scattered and not concentrated. He's a master. But if you really want to find dragon points, you wouldn't go to the Xun position when the swallows are returning to their nests. Okay, this person is probably the son of the elder hall master of Tiangong Cave, and he's here to play around when he has nothing better to do... The scenery up here is truly magnificent."

On three wheelbarrows behind the bushes, the camouflaged baskets of herbs trembled slightly.

The man holding the lamp used his pipe to pick up the top layer of Gastrodia elata, revealing the upside-down Luoyang shovel underneath.

The shovel head was covered in fresh mud, having just been brought out from the underground palace.

"Have you changed all the red ropes and red cloths that we used at Erdaoliang yesterday? But they must not be exposed to dew!" he suddenly asked.

"According to your instructions, six new burials were made along the embankment at 3:30 PM."

The pockmarked man pulled out an oil-paper bag containing several bronze nails engraved with patterns. "It's just that the nest of tits in the east end was so noisy that I had to sprinkle a couple of handfuls of corn to quiet them down."

He exhaled, a glimmer of hope on his face. "That old witch in Yujing City deserved to die, but she did do some good things, and she actually helped us get some treasures. I hope this trip will be fruitful!"
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The top of the mountain suddenly opened up. Xu Yunfan's nostrils flared, and the air he breathed circulated in his lungs. He felt his face clearer and his spirit lifted.

Good terrain!
The soil here contains cinnabar, and spiral blood chalcedony can be seen in the cross section of the rock layer. It is the terrain of "Red Dragon Spits Pearls". The place where he stands is the 'extreme' where the Yuanling aura rises.

When the rosy glow pierced through the clouds, Xu Yunfan had already assumed the Chunyang Qigong stance, the Chunyang stance.

His feet seemed to be rooted in the cracks of the rock, and his spine was like a dragon with each section connected.

This martial art requires the mind to be in a state of being neither empty nor half empty. As the purple mist of the morning glow rises from the east, one should think about taking it into the body through the mouth and nose.

(End of this chapter)