Today, I went back to my parents' house to see my child, but I was delayed by a traffic jam. There is still a chapter after this, please forgive me.
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"Blood demon sword? Why is he still wandering around the boundary of Golden City? "
"Why did this devil come to our Chaoyuan Town? Child's mother, let's go quickly, lest we accidentally become a ghost under this devil's sword. "
At the eastern entrance of Chaoyuan Town, Wang Yan and Guibo slowly walked toward the town under the scorching noon sun. However, along the way, Wang Yan found out that many people around him were pointing fingers at him. Some even called him a devil and avoided him as soon as they saw him, as if they would be killed if they looked at him one more time.
"Blood demon sword? Is that my title? "
From the words around him, Wang Yan heard the meaning. The nearby Guibo nodded his head and said, "Natural disposition to kill, bloodthirsty devil, indeed a big devil."
Uncle Gui said these words with a serious expression, but Wang Yan couldn't help but burst into laughter when he heard this. He said, "I made a desperate move when I was at the end of the road, but I was treated as a bloodthirsty demon. Doesn't that mean that I, Wang Yan, can be killed by everyone now?"
"They don't dare."
Guibo was still a man of few words, but Wang Yan could understand the meaning of Guibo's words. He nodded and said, "These people naturally don't dare. I just don't know if the master of the Five Sounds Manor still wants to take my life."
With that, Wang Yan looked to the far north. More than twenty miles north of Chaoyuan Town, there was a place that one must pass to go to Golden City. If Zhu Wuyin really wanted to make his move, he would certainly be waiting for him there.
"If Zither Demon Baili dares to make his move, I will deal with him."
Guibo obviously knew about the King Killer Convention, and he also knew the name of Zhu Wuyin. However, Wang Yan shook his head and said, "If Zhu Wuyin really makes his move, Guibo can help me from the side. I have made some progress in my closed-door training, so I want to find someone to test my sword."
"Alright."
Guibo's answer was very straightforward. Wang Yan's face revealed a confident smile.
While the two were talking, they had already arrived at the center of the town. Wang Yan immediately walked into a restaurant. Under the guidance of a waiter, he and Guibo sat at a table by the window. After ordering some food and wine and sending the waiter away, Wang Yan looked at Guibo and his eyes moved slightly. He seemed to have something to ask, but he hesitated for a long time.
Seeing this, Guibo couldn't help but say, "Speak frankly."
Wang Yan laughed mischievously, scratched his head, and said, "I just want to ask Guibo how you found me. I didn't leave any traces behind, and Cang Mountain is also extremely secretive. I really can't figure out the details."
Wang Yan was very respectful towards Guibo, so he used honorifics to address him. Guibo also seemed to be very happy. Listening to Wang Yan's question, he immediately said, "Do you understand Lingji?"
Wang Yan nodded and said, "At the beginning of the world, clear Qi floated up and turbid Qi sank, thus forming Lingji, giving birth to endless Lingji. Lingji can be said to be the source of Lingji."
"That's right, but if you reverse what you said, you can see it as a martial artist's path of cultivation. Martial artists use the way of breathing to stimulate their own potential. Using Xiantian Qi as a guide, they continue to observe Qi, polish themselves, and finally return to Xiantian. In this process, once they have achieved a small success in their cultivation, they will form a Nascent Embryo. In fact, they will form their own Qi. Using it as the source, they will constantly refine themselves, and only then can they return to Xiantian. "
Guibo's words were not profound. There were many principles that Wang Yan had comprehended from the True Scripture of Formless Perception, but he had never connected them. Now that he heard Guibo's words, it was as if a layer of window paper had been poked through. Wang Yan immediately said, "In other words, the more powerful a martial artist's cultivation is, the more obvious his own Qi will be. And the mighty person who created the martial arts referred to the rules of heaven and earth, and used his body to form a small world. Finally, he connected his own small world with the outside world, and thus became Xiantian?"
"That's right. In the Xiantian Realm, the Interior View can be seen. The Exterior View refers to the communication between the inside and the outside, and the integration. This is the secret of Xiantian."
Guibo did not avoid the topic at all. He pointed out the key to the Xiantian Realm. Wang Yan remembered these words, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity that martial artists can't reach the Xiantian Realm by themselves. They need the help of Spiritual Qi from the outside world. Otherwise, martial arts can also be regarded as the way to go against heaven and change fate."
Hearing Wang Yan's sigh, Guibo's eyes moved slightly, and then he said mysteriously, "That's not necessarily impossible."
Wang Yan was shocked when he heard these words, and said, "Is there anyone in this world who can reach the Xiantian Realm by himself without the help of a large amount of Spiritual Qi from the outside world?"
Guibo shook his head and didn't answer. Then he changed the topic and said, "The reason why I can find you is because of 'Qi Ji'. Ordinary people may not be able to sense the existence of 'Qi Ji', but once a martial artist condenses his Zhen Yuan, he will have a special sense of 'Qi Ji'. However, this sense is also divided into strong and weak ones. I have a very keen sense of 'Qi Ji', and that's why I can find you.
Ordinary martial artists of the Clasping Yuan Stage don't have this ability. However, apart from martial artists of the Clasping Yuan Stage, some people with special talents or who have cultivated special secret skills can also sense the existence of 'Qi Ji'. There are even some special things about them. If you meet them in the future, you need to pay attention to them. "
Hearing these words, Wang Yan's expression became a little strange, because he thought of his special sense of 'Qi Ji', which could sense the changes in the flow of 'Qi Ji' in the outside world. Before, he didn't have a clear understanding of this kind of sense, but now that he heard Guibo's words, didn't it mean that his sense could sense the existence of 'Qi Ji'?
Just like when he had finished his closed-door training in the Cang Mountain, the first thing he sensed was Guibo's existence. At that time, besides Guibo, there were other living things around him that were stirring up the changes in the flow of 'Qi Ji', but that special sense formed a reflection at the first moment, and the most direct message that was sent back to his brain was the existence of martial artists. This kind of feeling must be the special sense of 'Qi Ji'.
In that case, could this special sense of his have other special features like what Uncle Ghost had said?
Wang Yan could not help but fall into contemplation. However, at this time, the waiter came over with wine and meat. Smelling the strong meat and wine aroma, Wang Yan could not help but be tempted. He immediately picked up a large piece of cooked beef and was about to put it into his mouth. However, before the meat could reach his mouth, a figure suddenly flashed to the table, and then a not so serious Buddhist chant entered his ears.
"Amitabha, your Buddha, surnamed Wang, you're really in a good mood. You've turned this Golden City upside down, but you still dare to sit in this Chao Yuan Town's restaurant, drink wine and eat meat. How about it? Do you dare to let me sit at the same table with you? Let's not talk about a competition, how about a drinking competition? "
Wang Yan turned his head and saw a monk with a sturdy figure, square face and big ears standing at the table, looking at him with a smile on his face. This monk was actually somewhat 'interesting'. He stood in a sloppy manner, and the monk robe on his body was as if it was scooped out from a pile of ashes. His chest was exposed, and from time to time, his hand would dig his nose, and from time to time, he would rub the scab on his chest. He was really dirty, which would make people somewhat lose their appetite.
However, Wang Yan did not neglect him in the slightest. Probably because as soon as this person appeared, his special sense had already detected it. Most importantly, he could feel that this person's Qi Ji was particularly vigorous, and his cultivation was in no way below Rao Yu.
Guibo glanced at this dirty monk, and then said to Wang Yan, "Garan Monastery, Beggar Monk."
With that, Guibo actually stood up and walked straight to the side. Seeing this, the dirty monk cupped his hands toward Guibo and said, "You're indeed worthy to be called 'Heaven Absolute Sword', you really have the demeanor of a senior. Thank you, thank you."
This dirty monk obviously knew about Guibo's background, and he also understood the meaning behind Guibo's actions. He immediately seized the opportunity and sat opposite Wang Yan. Without waiting for Wang Yan's reaction, he grabbed a large piece of beef with his dirty hand, and stuffed it into his mouth. With his other hand, he hurriedly poured a cup of wine, and then happily took a sip. He really did not care about meat or vegetables.
Looking at this guy in front of him, Wang Yan could not help but shake his head and laugh. This person was really worthy of the title 'Beggar Monk'. However, Wang Yan would not be the slightest bit careless. This was probably because this person's reputation in the Jianghu was not any weaker than Rao Yu's. Moreover, he was the senior disciple of Crazy Monk and Monk Xing Chen's senior brother, Monk Xing Zheng. In other words, Crazy Monk and Monk Xing Chen were this guy's martial uncles. Although he had no direct enmity with this guy, Beggar Monk was, after all, Abbot Xu Jue's disciple and disciple's disciple. His master had killed two of Old Bald Donkey Xu Jue's disciples. No matter how he thought about it, this Beggar Monk could not possibly come to eat meat and drink wine with him, right?
After thinking about this, Wang Yan could not help but say, "Since you've come to see me, just tell me what you want. I, Wang Yan, will accept it."
When the Beggar Monk heard this, he chuckled, then took another sip of wine and wiped the oil off his mouth. He then grinned and said, "Originally, I would definitely fight with you, but I see that you, Old Wang, are also a person of temperament. Since we hit it off at first sight, let's have a drinking competition to see who is better."
Old Wang? This guy acted like he was very familiar with him. However, saying that they hit it off at first sight and temperament was pure nonsense. Wang Yan knew that this guy was either scheming and wanted to find out the truth first, or he was a cunning person who cherished his life and was unwilling to lose his life for the blood feud of his two martial uncles. However, no matter what, why would Wang Yan be afraid?
"How do we fight?"
When he heard Wang Yan's question, the Beggar Monk's expression turned serious. Then, he swept his sleeve across the table. With a series of cracking sounds, all the food and plates on the table were swept to the ground. Only the jar of wine spun around and finally stopped right in the middle of the table.
Seeing this, Wang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. This Beggar Monk seemed to have waved his sleeve casually, but the profoundness behind it was not that simple. At least, this person could use his inner force as he pleased, and his control was very exquisite. Although Wang Yan could achieve the same effect with the soft Gang Qi, he could not do it as easily as this. Just from this skill alone, Wang Yan knew that this Beggar Monk was a formidable opponent. His strength could not be weaker than Rao Yu's.
"It's just this jar of wine. Whoever grabs it wins. But let me say this first, your buttocks cannot leave the stool."
Wang Yan nodded to show that he understood, and then said, "So what if I lose? So what if I win?"
"If I lose, I will return to the Garan Monastery to receive my punishment. If you, Old Wang, lose, I will have to trouble you, Old Wang, to return to your Proud Sword Villa and cultivate for a few more years. How about it? Do you dare to fight? "
"Why not?!"
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