Immortal Illusionist

Many times, what people really lack is the courage to take the first step.

When An Xinan responded to Huang Kui with the courage to see death as home, his whole body seemed to release a heavy burden, and he was extremely relaxed.He just opened his bright eyes and looked at Huang Kui without fear.

Huang Kui sneered: "In class, you are one of the few people who dare to talk back. Unfortunately, your courage cannot save your terrible talent."

An Xinan took a step forward, neither arrogant nor humble: "Master Zodiac, I come from the mortal world, there is no Taoism, there is no immortality, everyone is using their own sweat and persistence to pursue their own life step by step, I don't understand talent , I don’t know Taoism, but I believe that the true way of heaven is fair, he will not pay special attention to someone, and he will not deliberately stay away from someone, and it is only his perseverance that really determines whether a person can achieve the way.”

Huang Kui didn't expect him to say such words, and she was a little curious about this young man.Her tone was slightly raised: "I can give you a chance. I will give you a test. If you pass, you can continue to stay. If you fail, you will pack up and leave Tianyuan."

There was a low exclamation.

Get out of school if you fail the test?Master Zodiac, you are really cruel.

Everyone reminded themselves repeatedly in their hearts that they must not provoke Huang Kui in the future.

"Would you like it?" Huang Kui looked at this thin and ordinary boy, and she had a premonition that this boy would bring surprises to herself.

If you pass it, you just stay and continue to study, but if you don't pass it, you have to leave Tianyuan. The two choices seem to be extremely unequal. Anyone who is not smart about such a loss-making business will refuse it without hesitation.But for An Xinan, this is no longer a test question. If he wants to prove it with his own performance, even if he is poor in talent, has no virtue, I, An Xinan, don't need others to be inferior.

He insisted on this principle in his heart, so he no longer hesitated: "Taoist, I am willing."

"You should think clearly, if you can't pass, it will be useless even if Taoist Hu comes to intercede with you."

"The students are very clear, please ask the Taoist teacher to start the test."

Huang Kui turned around, and a slight smile appeared in the shadow of the black hair scattered under the Taoist crown. She took out a black columnar object from her sleeve and showed it to everyone: "This is a 300-year-old seven-star iron Wood, seven-star ironwood, is the main material for refining 'Jinchan Pill', which has the effect of strengthening the bones and skin of ascetics. However, unrefined seven-star ironwood is doped with a lot of impurities, and it is used directly. Harmful to the human body, all you have to do is remove the harmful impurities in the iron wood and leave the pure active ingredients.”

There was a sound of air-conditioning in the room.The student who thought Huang Kui was cold just now realized that he had just uncovered a corner of Huang Kui's Shura essence.

Is this Huang Kui deliberately trying to kill An Xinan?

You must know that the extraction and purification of medicinal materials is a compulsory course for sophomores, and the 300-year-old seven-star iron wood is extremely hard, without the aid of Taoism, how to break the skin of Anxinan has become a problem.

Qian Shanyu thought about it, should he purify Seven Star Ironwood?For me, who owns the eighth-grade Dao species --- Cymbidium spinosa, it's just a small problem.

Well, what would I do?

First use the spiritual sense to detect the structure of the iron wood, analyze the useful essence and useless impurities, and then use the power of the spinach tree to penetrate into the iron wood and separate them bit by bit.Although it is not a technical problem, it still takes a certain amount of time.

This kid doesn't have Dao Seed, so he must also have no Dao Power and Spiritual Consciousness. I'm afraid he will have a headache, right?

She brushed off the hair in front of Chudao's eyes, found a comfortable position on the chair, and waited for An Xinan to make a fool of herself.

Anxi Nan didn't panic, and took the Seven Star Iron Wood from Huang Kui.Unexpectedly, the dark and hard wood was really heavy, and Anxi Nan was unsteady and almost smashed his foot, which caused a lot of giggles.

He calmed down and recalled the words of Professor Tianshu on Cangwu Mountain: "Everything in the world is a living being. The vegetation is like this, and so are the mountains and rocks. If you want to use them, you must understand them, and to understand them, you need to be with them. communicate with each other.

Communicating with nature and everything in the world is the first step in learning medicine. "

An Xinan put the iron wood flat on the table, covered it with his hands, and closed his eyes tightly.

If a powerful monk with a living environment comes again, he will be able to observe that the aura of heaven and earth around Anxinan is moving slowly.

His lips twitched, and he silently sang the ballad taught by Tianshu in his heart

Floating Life Forbidden Song The Prologue of Afterlife Book

Now I just want to be quiet

lying next to someone,

shadow of cloud on nintendo

Thousands of years have passed our faces like a day.

we love and forget

With the crumbs of our words,

Sing hoarse and out-of-key ballads,

Smile a smile that never turns around for anyone.

Stop telling stories about strangers,

Don't talk about past lives, present lives, and the permanence of the sun and the moon,

The sand clock is turning, turning the barren altar.

Migratory birds flank in the evening light,

So sad comes a season,

But I just want to be quiet

lying next to someone,

Cloud Glow on Nintendo

A day like a millennium floats across our faces. "

The ballad in the boy's heart, in a strange way, from a certain angle of the soul or spirit, like waves, resonates with the rhythmic aura of heaven and earth.An Xinan's perception instantly magnified. With his eyes closed, he could clearly perceive all the emotional fluctuations around him.

The cheerful air, the vicissitudes of life and simplicity of the plants, the silent seven-star ironwood...

The dead thing in the eyes of people in the past woke up from a deep sleep at this moment, and silently confided its own voice.

Inspired by Anxinan, the ballad surrounds the seven-star iron wood, and the beating notes gently buckle the solid shell of the iron wood.

"Those children who have been sleeping for thousands of years

let me pick up a song

to piece together old memories

recall many, many years ago

You stepped into the vermilion eaves with high steps"

Like a curled up child, Tiemu gradually stretched out amidst Anxinan's ballad, cautiously looking at the outside world.

"Those boys who cry on rainy nights

Let me pick up your scattered pennies

A table of plain gauze under the wine and lanterns

Can I sing you another song?"

The soft music comforted the little guy, and he opened his heart, allowing An Xinan's spirit to seep into his body bit by bit.

There is such a legend in the world of medicine and Taoism. Before each plant dies, it will seal up its best memories in its own body. Only by meeting someone who really understands them can their medicinal effects be fully stimulated. .

What is the happiest memory of a 300-year-old seven-star ironwood?

When I met him for the first time, he had a bamboo flute pinned to his body, and he liked to sit in the shade of a tree and play music to the mountain stream.

The music is melodious, cheerful and clear. When he plays the flute, the flowers, plants and trees in the whole valley are joyful.

He has a pair of bright eyes, as bright as the stars in the sky.

A year later, when I met him for the second time, he was holding a bag of flower seeds and diligently sprinkled them on the grass in the valley.

"After next year, I will be able to see flowers all over the mountains and plains." Yan Yan, dressed in white, smiled.

In the days that followed, I often thought that if he could take another look at me, I would bloom the most beautiful flowers for him.

One year later, the boy didn't show up, and two years later, he still didn't show up.

Days passed and I never met him again.

The life in the valley is always boring. When I am free, I always think about whether the young man with a bright smile has married and established a business, and whether he has a full family of children and grandchildren.

Time flies, and a sixty years pass by quietly.

In the valley that had been silent for a long time, there were finally human voices again.

The clear voice is still there, the bright smile is still there, and even the appearance is eighty percent similar to that of the boy back then.

Looking at the continuous sea of ​​flowers at the foot of the mountain, the young man was stunned for a moment: "It's really a fairyland on earth. It's strange that grandpa will never forget this land until he dies."

The young man said softly to the urn in his hand: "Grandpa, this is the place you have been thinking about all the time. I will bury you here, so you can rest in peace."

It turned out that, inadvertently, the years passed so quickly, the young man back then had already turned into a pile of loess, sleeping in a sandalwood box.

Will anyone still remember the joy of that year, the sound of the flute, and that short-lived life?

At that time, I had already grown into a towering tree, and the boy buried the sandalwood box in front of me.

The oath of that year is still vivid.

If I see you again, I will bloom the most beautiful flowers for you.

The young man stared blankly at the ancient Panqiu tree in front of him, which was full of purple flowers. When the wind blew, it was like rain, flying colorfully, spreading on the land where the deceased boy was sleeping.

"Seven-star iron wood, cold in nature, has the effect of strengthening muscles and bones. It blooms once every 300 years, and the tree withers when the flower fades"

The song gradually poured out from the seven-star iron wood, circled in the sky, spun around, and came to an end.

"How many broken willows in the spring breeze

how many feet in the stream

How much incense is added under the silver lamp

after closing eyes

Become a past in the dim colors

this page years

over gently

quietly"

An Xinan opened his eyes, met everyone's surprised gazes, carefully picked up the iron wood in his hand, and threw it into the air.

Refining Technique: Floating Life Trifold

The young man's hands danced swiftly in the air like butterflies, and the aura around him was stirred in a certain order. Under the command of the young man, the wood aura gradually weaved into a scene of flowers and rain, enveloping the iron wood.

The familiar scene seemed to have touched the deepest part of Ironwood, and the aura of wood penetrated into it easily. Inside Ironwood, surrounded by molding, it was a miniature sandalwood box.

Ironwood seemed to be touched by something, and the essence in it was dragged towards the box with difficulty, but after a while, all the essence in Ironwood was concentrated in the sandalwood box formed by the compressed wood aura.

An Xinan took out the sandalwood box, leaving behind an empty shell of iron wood made of leftover dross.

He stood in front of everyone, holding the green and clear sandalwood box in his hand, with a devout look.

Retaliation