Chapter 10: The Qi Opens the Immortal Gate

"Oh."

Wu Yi stretched himself and woke up at noon. The surging heat waves made the summer insects on the treetops noisy.

It must be said that sleep is indeed a good way to eliminate fatigue, but the disadvantages are also obvious. If you rely on sleep to replenish your energy every day, you will have little time for cultivation.

Wu Yi remembered the red light that the black beetle had passed on to him before. He did not dare to delay. He imagined it with his mind, and the red light appeared in Wu Yi's mind.

Wu Yi had discovered before that the red light was actually composed of pictures, standing or sitting, lying or standing, with various postures and different expressions.

Wu Yi suddenly thought of something and asked the bead: "Hey, didn't you say that the great man was an alien? How could there be human exercises?" Although the red light was not blocked by the flames surrounding the black beetle, Wu Yi still asked out of caution.

"When immortals comprehend the origin, in a sense, there is no longer any division of species. The reason why you see the figure of the human race is because you look at it from the perspective of a human race. You can try to look at it from another perspective." Since Wu Yi had already been given this skill, the black beetle did not hesitate and explained it to Wu Yi openly.

Wu Yi heard this and imagined himself as a black beetle. Sure enough, the picture had changed to black beetles with their mouths wide open or waving their tentacles. When he imagined himself as other animals, the picture also changed one by one. It was indeed a powerful skill, which was completely different from what Wu Yi had realized himself.

After turning into a human figure again, Wu Yi was still amazed and shocked.

"Does this skill have a name?" After being shocked, Wu Yi was still full of admiration in his heart and couldn't help asking.

"It's just an ordinary skill. What's the point of naming it."

The black beetle looked down on the farmers in the countryside just like the residents of the imperial city. Wu Yi was choked by a word and couldn't speak.

After getting bored, Wu Yi stopped asking questions, put aside his distracting thoughts, and focused on the red light, trying to imitate the movements of the exercises.

Wu Yi found that the red light seemed to be extremely chaotic and endlessly changing, but in fact there were only nine movements, involving the head, hands, feet, chest, abdomen, back, waist, legs, shoulders and other parts, but these nine movements formed thousands of changes through different combinations, which really turned decay into magic.

After understanding this, Wu Yi's admiration for the great power went a step further.

A simple movement is nothing more than that one part moving, while other parts do not move. The range of change is all in your mind. In short, only this one part can move.

During the practice, Wu Yi was surprised to find that as long as he made one of the movements, the red light would automatically change to this movement, and then continue to change, just like a teacher who taught him earnestly.

But this teacher was too powerful. Wu Yi was sweating profusely. The red light did change constantly, but Wu Yi found it difficult to keep up.

One move, two moves, the third one was very strenuous, and the fourth one was completely impossible to keep up with, so he had to give up helplessly. The red light also stopped, as if waiting for Wu Yi to recover slowly.

Just when Wu Yi stopped to adjust his qi, the black beetle said at the right time: "As long as you can insist on performing the nine moves in a row, you can feel the qi even without other exercises. Considering that you have a lesson every five days, this red light can only exist for five days. If -, hehe."

The black beetle did not say what if, but the sinister laugh had already revealed everything.

Wu Yi ignored the fact that the villain had succeeded. It was meaningless to argue with him why the red light could not exist for a few more days. The black beetle could have said that Wu Yi was choked to death by insufficient yang energy intake. You must know that Wu Yi was unjust before, and he took risks to force the black beetle to take out the exercises.

When Wu Yi designed to let the black beetle hand over the good things he had hidden in advance, he had already made preparations for him to keep a backup.

Now he can only advance, not retreat. Wu Yi cheered himself up secretly in his heart and clenched his hands.

After his breath calmed down, Wu Yi devoted himself to practice again.

In the cave, only the sound of fists and legs and Wu Yi's shouting could be heard.

The next morning.

"Huo." Wu Yi suddenly leaned back with a sound of breaking wind.

"Finally, the fifth move was barely performed." Wu Yi wiped the sweat off his head and showed an excited look, but he could not hide his worry and irritability.

Since he started practicing these nine moves at noon yesterday, he quickly used the fourth move, but he was unable to use the fifth move.

Although these moves are not as strenuous as reversing the small Zhoutian, they cannot be practiced all the time. After stopping, you need to let your breath calm down to restore yourself to the best state, otherwise you will not be able to perform the moves continuously, which is equivalent to doing useless work.

Even if he temporarily suspended his own method of reversing the small Zhoutian, and used all his time except eating and sleeping to practice these nine movements, it seems that he still cannot complete the task of using these nine movements continuously within five days.

When he rested again, Wu Yi realized that he could not continue like this, and he had to make some changes.

Wu Yi tried hard to think about what other help he could borrow. He left his home and went to the country, and his control over resources was not an order of magnitude compared to those local princes and nobles. There was no panacea to take for recuperation.

What else? Wu Yi's mind turned rapidly, and inspirations emerged one by one, and then shattered one by one, until he remembered the words of the black beetle.

The black beetle first told me that this body-refining technique can be used for nourishment, for nourishment, and what can it be used for? It should be used to reverse the small Zhoutian for my benefit. Wu Yi's mind turned rapidly, and gradually grasped a key point.

To outsiders, Wu Yi's expression changed constantly, sometimes doubtful, sometimes happy, and sometimes distressed, but in the end it all became one, that is, perseverance.

When Wu Yi practiced again, he no longer insisted on hitting the movements one by one, but tried to integrate his previous insights into this set of body-refining techniques. For the sake of safety, he first tried the Turtle Snake Two-Elephant Breathing Technique. This breathing technique did not involve the secret of cultivating immortals, but was only used to strengthen the body.

Very easily, Wu Yi quickly integrated this breathing technique into the process of body refining, and even the fifth movement that he had barely hit before became much smoother. In other words, Wu Yi was already familiar with the fifth movement.

Sure enough, Wu Yi smiled slightly. This set of body-refining techniques needs to be used in conjunction. After finding out the tricks, Wu Yi became more confident, tightening his abdomen, shrugging his shoulders, kicking and punching, and his movements were smooth and natural.

The black beetle sensed this scene, raised his head and looked at Wu Yi, with a complicated expression, and then lowered his head again, breathing in the early sun.

After perfectly integrating the turtle and snake breathing technique with the body-refining technique, Wu Yi began to try to integrate the reversal small technique he had come up with.

One Zhoutian, two Zhoutian, until he couldn't hold on any longer, "Ah, thirty-two Zhoutian." Wu Yi shouted in shock.

You know, Wu Yi was shaky after only twelve Zhoutian last time, and he slept for a whole morning to recover his energy. And the reason why he couldn't hold on now was not because of lack of energy, but because of shortness of breath. This also means that he can continue to practice. How can this not make Wu Yi happy? No wonder he was surprised even with his usual introverted temperament.

In addition, he could only finish the fifth move before, but now he can complete seven moves in one leap, and complete two moves in a row at once, which is equivalent to his hard work for a day, or even more.

After understanding the direction of cultivation, Wu Yi studied and practiced hard, and practiced all the time in the next few days.

On the fifth day, Wu Yi got up early as in the previous days. He had a hunch that he could generate a sense of energy today. It was a strange feeling. Wu Yi even felt that if he missed it today, it might take a long time for him to have this hunch next time.

This opportunity must not be missed. Wu Yi thought. After getting his mind right, Wu Yi began to stretch his body slowly with punches and kicks. His breath was endless, like a turtle or a snake, with both sharpness and majesty.

Wu Yi, who had completely calmed down, forgot about time and space. He only remembered to constantly inhale and exhale spiritual energy along the small Zhoutian meridians to continuously impact the lower Dantian. He only remembered the nine movements, and even forgot the order of the nine movements when he practiced them before. He just hit whatever he hit.

Wu Yi is not much better than a drunk person now. He is confused, but it is this confused state that is in accordance with nature and does not require human effort that is most likely to cross the gap between immortals and truly enter the immortal path.

When the first call bell rang, Wu Yi did not wake up. He was so selfless that he moved faster and faster. Gradually, ordinary people could only see a shadow, and his afterimage was left everywhere in the air.

When the second call bell rang, Wu Yi did not wake up, but at this time, his speed of attack was getting slower and slower. But now it is hard to tell what moves he used. There are shadows of the nine movements, but it seems not to be the same, and it seems to be fused together.

Originally, because Wu Yi had not fully mastered the nine movements, it was obvious that he paused in the middle. Now, because the movements have slowed down, it is not obvious. Or perhaps it is because he is about to master them completely that the pause is not obvious.

The third call bell rang, and the morning class began. Wu Yi missed the class, but when the third call bell rang, Wu Yi suddenly stopped.

"Mang,"

With a long and deep inhalation sound, the spiritual energy poured into his mouth and nose like a tide. Wu Yi closed his eyes and his face was calm. In a trance, his consciousness seemed to be integrated with the entire breathing process.

Above Wu Yi's head, a black tortoise appeared faintly, inhaling a long breath, and a celestial snake exhaled slowly. The black tortoise and the celestial snake connected head to tail, mixed into a black and white Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram, slowly rotating.

The spiritual energy that was running in an orderly manner in the body knocked a gap in the lower Dantian, and a wisp of spiritual energy entered the Dantian. The Dantian, which had been motionless, suddenly trembled and swallowed up all the spiritual energy in the body. Wu Yi had to keep breathing, his face flushed, and even the Tai Chi diagram on his head fluctuated, and there was a danger of disintegration.

But not long after, the disappeared spiritual energy reappeared and was slowly spit out by the Dantian, but it seemed to be more agile than the original spiritual energy that was in an orderly manner. This was because the spiritual energy was mixed with a trace of Wu Yi's innate energy, also called innate vitality.

The spiritual energy disappeared and appeared in the acupoints from time to time. After twelve consecutive cycles, the spiritual energy finally stayed steadily in the acupoints. At this time, the spiritual energy and Wu Yi's own vitality had merged into one, and there was no difference between them.

The Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram that was looming in the void now shone brightly and slowly fell until it sank onto Wu Yi's forehead.

Dang——As if struck by a jade hammer, a clear sound came to my ears, and everything in front of my eyes turned white, and then there was a bright light, and saliva appeared in my mouth and flowed down my throat.

Wu Yi slowly opened his eyes, and a breath of foul air shot out like an arrow, poking a hole in the ground.

Gritting his teeth, Wu Yi took a step forward, and heard the sound of his muscles and bones snapping, and his body suddenly grew half a head taller. He didn't look like a twelve-year-old child, but more like a teenager of fourteen or fifteen years old.

Wu Yi laughed as he stood there, and the panic he had felt since leaving home and the country was gone, and he looked very proud.

The worries he had been having for nearly a month finally disappeared, so how could he not laugh out loud? If he still suppressed his joy at this time, it would be stupid. Only when he kept his mood natural could he make the greatest progress.

After a long time of nostalgia, Wu Yi found that his robes were messy, his hair was unkempt, and his whole body gave off a disgusting stench. This was the process of a monk washing his hair and marrow after he had a sense of anger, and expelling the dirt that was originally hidden deep in his body.

There is a hot spring in the innermost part of the cave. Since no one has lived in this cave for a long time, it was only cleaned once when Wu Yi first came here, so it is not particularly clean. But at this time, Wu Yi can't care so much. He quickly took off his clothes and soaked in the hot spring to wash away the dirt.

He knew that there was a morning class today, but it was not mandatory for disciples to go to the morning class. If there were special circumstances, they could not go, such as the critical moment of cultivation. So Wu Yi took a beautiful bath and took off all his worries.

But what Wu Yi didn't know was that it was the morning class he ignored that became his first crisis.

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