Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 94: True Fire and Edict
It was late at night, Tu Tu Gong had already gone back to his small temple to study the magic, and Ji Yuan also went back to the side room in the courtyard of Zhao Dongliang's house.
It's just that Ji Yuan didn't go to sleep directly, but sat quietly at the table in the house. There was an ivy sword on the table, his eyes were slightly closed, and his thoughts were in a state of being awake but not awake, imagining the artistic conception. The huge alchemy furnace.
On the body of the artistic conception alchemy furnace, the five colors of gold, water, wood, fire and earth have appeared, illusory or real changes. The center of the alchemy furnace has re-formed the two qi of yin and yang, entwined with the original real fire in the furnace and gradually blended into one. , the fire-colored light revealed actually showed a strange sense of restraint, mixed with the transformation from gray to brown to yin and yang in the fervent brewing.
The original true fire in the artistic conception alchemy furnace is described in Tongmingce as the fire of divine will. The two qi of black and white transform into yin fire and the other into yang fire. The three are mixed into one fire with infinite power.
This is an intuitive feeling of Ji Yuan, and one can even vaguely feel that the original artistic conception of Danlu True Fire, a fire in the "virtual" realm, has a substantial bridge.
Affected by the memory of his previous life, this change made Ji Yuan a little excited, and he even wondered whether it was the legendary "Samadhi True Fire".
Although I never looked up what the true fire of Samadhi is in my previous life, I have seen descriptions similar to the fire of Samadhi in Tongming Ce in this life. It talks about the four fires that arise in the human body, the supreme fire of the heart, the king fire, and the fire of the kidneys and ministers in the middle. , the mysterious fire of the sea and the people, the last one is the mysterious fire, which is the real fire in the furnace.
However, although Tongmingce has a description of the fire of ignorance, there is no such thing as the true fire of samadhi. The fire of the four samadhis is also separate, and the word "true fire" is of great significance. In addition to being related to the human body of every cultivator, The elixir furnace divine fire of Jia Xingxing can be called "true fire", and little is known about other true fires.
“But in my situation, a sentence of Samadhi True Fire is enough!”
Ji Yuan murmured to himself with some pride, "Ambi" here means mysterious concealment, and the "Yin Ambiguity True Fire" and "Yang Ambiguity True Fire" transformed by black and white are the other two under Ji Yuan. Ambiguous definition.
After all, he has what others don’t have, so it’s not too much to name him according to the characteristics of fire, right? Well, it may be a bit arbitrary to think this way, but if you think about it differently, 99% of the people who are cultivating immortals definitely don't have it.
Then there is the influence left by the word "Edict". There is always a faint echo of Ji Yuan himself in the mountains and rivers of the artistic conception, as if to remind Ji Yuan that the word "Edict" is still there.
Whenever the pronunciation of the word is clear, Ji Yuan can vaguely see a thin layer of black and yellow air surrounding the artistic conception pill furnace.
Ji Yuan understood that that word was also an important opportunity for him tonight. He even understood it and vaguely understood its essence. If he wanted to confirm it, there was a suitable opportunity in front of him to give it a try.
Thinking of this, Ji Yuan opened his eyes, looked directly at the sword on the table, and pressed his fingers on the tip of the sword.
Just like the thoughts move according to the heart, Ji Yuan touched the ivy sword with his sword finger at this moment, and bursts of green energy flashed through, there were also two colors of yin and yang flowing, and there was also a small wisp of black and yellow energy. It pours out from the alchemy furnace of artistic conception and collects at the fingertips.
"The edict comes true!"
The slight sound of orders fell.
"Buzz~~~~"
The rust on the sword was shaken away in an instant, and a three-foot-long sword actually floated two inches above the table. The blade of the sword hummed softly and the cold light continued to circulate.
The spirituality born from the Ivy Sword directly transformed into the sword spirit. He was definitely worthy of being called "immortal sword". Even though Ji Yuan's head was slightly dizzy at the moment, he could not hide the surprise on his face.
Although it is definitely very different, this feeling is quite a bit imperial, at least Ji Yuan is willing to think so when he is intoxicated with himself.
The sound of "tick~" made Ji Yuan look down and found a drop of blood on the table, and then he felt his eyes and nose were itchy.
What's going on?
Ji Yuan reached out and touched the corners of his eyes and nose on his face, and found that he was really bleeding. Fortunately, it was only a few drops, and it had stopped by now.
‘It seems that this edict cannot be used casually, but it will definitely not be a loss this time! ’
Ji Yuan waved his hand, and a few drops of blood melted directly into the lamp oil on the table. He caressed the ivy sword like a big child who got a toy, causing the sword to fly left and right and tremble from time to time. Ming, there is a hidden image of yin and yang appearing on it, and it will attract a trace of spiritual energy on its own.
In the eyes of ordinary people, things used by "immortals" like those who cultivate immortals are all "immortal weapons", but in the eyes of half-experts like Ji Yuan, just as Tong Mingce said, the word "immortal" It's not that light in weight, but even though the Ivy Sword is made of nothing more than ordinary iron, Ji Yuan dared to call it a fairy sword.
"Hey, tonight is really my night of opportunity!"
With this lingering sense of excitement, Ji Yuan entered the bed and fell asleep, while the Ivy Sword lay quietly on the table without flying or shaking, as if it was no different from before except for no trace of rust.
. . .
Early morning comes with the sound of cockcrows throughout the village. Zhaojiazhuang is peaceful and peaceful, and the festive atmosphere of the newlyweds is still strong.
Ji Yuan got up a little late today. When he woke up, there were already a lot of sounds of people working outside.
"Squeak~" The door opened with a sound, and Zhao Dongliang hurriedly said hello as if he had been waiting for it.
"Good morning, Mr. Ji! Our family has cooked rice porridge and it's still hot!"
"Okay, thank you. Brother Zhao didn't go to the fields to help?"
"Haha, I'm back from weeding."
As he was talking, Zhao Dongliang found a big bowl and went to the kitchen to help Ji Yuan fill the porridge. He put some pickles on top and brought it out to Ji Yuan.
Ji Yuan was not polite and ate as soon as he picked it up. Although he got up a little late, the weather was hot now, so the porridge was still steaming and not hot on the mouth. It was just right in the mouth.
Then Ji Yuan felt that even for him, it was a bit embarrassing to be watched by Zhao Dongliang eating porridge, especially when he was sitting on a small stool and the latter was squatting.
"Brother Zhao, do you know about the landlord of Zhaojiazhuang?"
Zhao Dongliang's eyes lit up, and finally the topic was close to Mr. Ji's.
"I know this. When I was a child, I heard an old man in the village say that the landowner of Zhaojiazhuang has a name. I dare not mention the name. In short, it is the ancestor of the village. The ancestor lived to be a hundred years old. Looking for the book www.zhaosｈhuyuan.com is a famous birthday boy in the county. Even the county magistrate has come to see him. There is still a plaque in the ancestral hall in the village. Then the predecessors started to think of paying homage to him, and he came to pay homage as the Lord of the Land. ”
"Well, that's it!"
There is no thrilling story, but it is consistent with common sense.
Although it was not far from Tutu Temple, Ji Yuan had no intention of shying away from it. This was not to say bad things about people.
After chatting with Zhao Dongliang for a while, Ji Yuan tried his best to satisfy Zhao Dongliang's curiosity about the outside world. For a countryman like him, if nothing unexpected happens, he will probably be able to marry a wife and have children in Zhaojiazhuang for the rest of his life. In fact, Nothing wrong with that either.
After finishing the porridge and resting for a while, Ji Yuan said goodbye to the Zhao family. Zhao Dongliang volunteered to help Ji Yuan carry his umbrella and luggage to the entrance of the village. It was only at this moment that he discovered the wooden box that Mr. Ji had been carrying lightly. It's actually so heavy.
Farewell Time Jiyuan actually really wanted to give something to Zhao Dongliang, but there really wasn’t anything suitable to give. Giving money is too vulgar and giving too much or too little will change the taste. Giving martial arts secrets is really inappropriate, and maybe Bringing trouble.
In the end, I could only stop a short way away after saying goodbye, and slightly arched my hands in the direction of the small temple at the head of the village.
"I'd like to thank the landowner for taking more care of me!"
Zhao Dongliang was at the head of the village looking at the figure who had originally planned to leave. He suddenly turned around and bowed. He seemed to be muttering something in his mouth. He thought it was directed at him, so he hurriedly returned the gesture with an inaccurate gesture.
I just felt that my husband was facing something wrong, so I subconsciously turned around and saw an old man looking at me in the direction of the Earth Temple with a smile on my face. I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look. I saw that the temple was still a temple, but there were no people.
"Oh my God, it's broad daylight...!"
Shivering, Zhao Dongliang hurried home.