After hearing this, Ye Fan's pupils constricted. He was shocked and immediately turned around.
Who exactly was this old man? He knew that he was cultivating the Qi Refinement chapter of the Xuantian Secret Manual? He also knew that he was preparing to cultivate the third level, Phoenix Dances Ninth Heaven?!
One had to know that he had just decided on the idea of cultivating 'Phoenix Dances Nine Heavens'!
"Junior Ye Fan greets Senior!" Ye Fan bowed deeply. "May I know Senior's name?"
He really wanted to know the identity of this mysterious old man.
"I am just a sour old man, a fake scholar, not a senior." The old man smiled without turning his head. "As for my identity, you will naturally know in the future."
Ye Fan saw that the old man had no intention of revealing his identity, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"The Soul-Returning Grass will bloom at noon tomorrow." The old man turned his head. "Have you thought about how to return?"
The old man had white hair and a ruddy complexion. He had a one-foot long white beard, a ruddy complexion, and a benevolent appearance.
Ye Fan was shocked when he saw that the old man had seen through his secret!
This old man was truly a godly person!
Ye Fan immediately walked in front of the old man. His knees weakened and he knelt on the ground.
"Senior," Ye Fan lowered his head and said, "In order to save my wife, disciple traveled thousands of miles to find the Soul-Returning Grass. Now that I have the immortal grass, I cannot return to the Great Ming Dynasty in two hours, so I can only take the risk and cultivate the Phoenix Dances Ninth Heaven."
"En." The old man nodded while stroking his beard. "Although the Xuantian Secret Manual is powerful, it is not the way to cultivate it. Currently, eighty percent of your strength is controlled by the inner core and you have less than twenty percent of your spirit energy left. If you cultivate the Phoenix Dances Ninth Heaven, it will be tantamount to suicide."
"Senior, please help disciple out of consideration for disciple's desire to save his wife." Ye Fan heavily knocked his head on the ice as he spoke.
Since this person could see through it, he must have a way to help him recover his spirit energy.
"If I didn't want to help you, I wouldn't be here." The old man glanced at Ye Fan kneeling on the ground and smiled. "Stand up."
"Thank you, Senior! Thank you, Senior! " Seeing that the old man was willing to help him, Ye Fan was overjoyed. He kowtowed to the old man three more times, but he didn't get up.
"Don't thank me yet." The old man turned around with a smile on his face. "First, I won't teach you a cultivation method. Second, I won't teach you spiritual power. The only thing I can give you is a poem."
"Shi … Shi?" Ye Fan raised his head and looked at the old man with a puzzled expression.
He did not understand what the old man meant.
"Let me ask you, do you still remember the poem I just recited?" the old man asked Ye Fan.
"I remember, but …"
"Recite it for me." The old man interrupted Ye Fan.
"Yes," Ye Fan replied respectfully. "Birds can't fly in a thousand hills, and people can't be found on ten thousand paths. An old man in a lone boat, fishing in the cold river and snow. "
This was a five-character poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Zongyuan, named Jiang Xue.
It was a good poem, but it had nothing to do with his spiritual energy, so it was useless.
Was this old man muddle-headed? How could reciting a poem increase one's spiritual energy?
"Pa!" Ye Fan was thinking when the fishing rod in the old man's hand hit Ye Fan's head.
"This old man has lived for so long, but this is the first time someone called me muddle-headed! You deserve to be hit! "The old man blew his beard and glared.
"Disciple … disciple knows his mistake." Ye Fan instinctively reached out to block the falling fishing rod as he hurriedly said.
He did not think that the old man in front of him could read his thoughts!
"Don't look down on this five-character poem. There is great wisdom in it." The old man said as he took back the fishing rod.
"Great wisdom?" Ye Fan's face was full of confusion.
This poem only described an old man fishing on a glacier. How could there be great wisdom in it?
Ye Fan lowered his head as he thought.
"I have told you about the poem." The old man said with a smile. "As for whether you can comprehend the mystery within, that will depend on you."
"Senior," Ye Fan opened his mouth to ask, "I have two inner cores of ice and fire in my body. Fire and water are incompatible. Just based on this poem …"
In his opinion, a poem would not be able to solve the conflict between the two inner cores in his body.
"Fire and water are incompatible? Hahaha … "The old man looked up to the sky and laughed." You are the descendant of a weapon family. You don't even understand this. "
After hearing the old man's words, Ye Fan was even more confused. How did the inner core of ice and fire in his body have anything to do with weapons?
"Let me ask you." The old man looked at Ye Fan kneeling in front of him and smiled. "If you want to forge a weapon, can you do without fire and water?"
Ye Fan frowned. The old man was right. No weapon could be forged without fire and water. Only by burning with fire and cooling with ice and water could a good weapon be forged.
He began to understand something.
"Yin and Yang, the Dao of Heaven and Earth, the outline of all things, the parents of change, the origin of life and death. Extreme cold produces extreme heat, extreme heat produces extreme cold. Within Yin, there is Yang, and within Yang, there is Yin." The old man looked at Ye Fan who was deep in thought. He stroked his white beard and smiled. "Although fire and water reinforce each other, they also complement each other."
His words woke him up from his dream! The old man's words instantly enlightened Ye Fan and enlightened him!
He had already figured out how to withdraw the spiritual power that was restrained by the inner core of ice and fire!
"Looks like you understand." The old man smiled.
"Thank you, Senior!" Ye Fan kowtowed to the old man again.
"I have done what I have to do. I should go back. Study that poem when you go back. It will be useful in the future." As the old man spoke, he put away his fishing rod and prepared to leave.
"Senior, please wait." Ye Fan said as he stood up.
The old man turned his head and looked at Ye Fan with a smile.
"Senior, may I ask if my deceased wife can be saved this time?" Ye Fan saw that the old man was resourceful and asked him about Fujiwara No Chiko.
The old man looked at Ye Fan quietly and said, "Neither dead nor alive."
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. What the old man said was exactly the same as what Yun Zhongzi said!
"Senior, I …"
"You don't have to ask more." The old man waved his hand and interrupted Ye Fan. "This is a Heaven's secret. It is useless to say more."
Ye Fan frowned and did not ask more.
"Before I leave, I have something to give you. You must remember it well." The old man looked at Ye Fan and said.
"Senior, please." Ye Fan replied respectfully.
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