Liaozhai: Starting from Inheriting Taoism

Chapter 101 Primordial Spirit
The moment the Yiyuan sword became a spiritual treasure, Ye Feng's spiritual manifestation in the sea of ​​consciousness also reached its peak, and Xiaoyao's true meaning turned into a Kunpeng and fell into the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, Ye Feng's spirit seemed to have taken off the shackles and entered the realm of the unity of man and nature. Following this mysterious and wonderful artistic conception, Ye Feng's spirit continued to transform and undergo the final evolution.

"Xiao Li, it's good for you to travel around on your own in the future, and you will gain a little from being a teacher. You are going to go back and practice in seclusion. Xiao Bai, you go with Xiao Li."

Leaving a sentence behind, Meng Li and Xiao Bai, who were stupefied, Ye Feng had disappeared from the ground.

Meng Li and Xiao Bai looked at each other in blank dismay, had they been abandoned?In the future, they will depend on each other for life.

Ye Feng doesn't care what this person and a tiger think, the primordial spirit has transformed, Ye Feng has awakened, but the evolution of the primordial spirit cannot be accomplished overnight, Hangu Pass is not a good place to retreat, and it is better to return to Qingfeng Temple to make people feel at ease .

And this time when I realized the Tao, I also comprehended a set of exercises of my own from the Tao Te Ching, and I will have to work hard later, so this retreat may be as short as a few years or as long as decades.

With Ye Feng's current cultivation base, flying with all his strength, it took only a moment to return to Qingfeng Temple. He just told Shi Yi and entered the top floor of the hall, starting the longest possible retreat since the time travel.

On the other side, Meng Li saw that his master had also left, and he didn't need to stay in Hangu Pass anymore, so he led Xiao Bai to continue towards Chang'an.

This time Meng Li gained a lot. With the help of Ye Feng's epiphany, he managed to comprehend his own way of guarding swordsmanship. His qi training was also driven by the huge vortex of spiritual energy attracted by Ye Feng, and he successfully broke through the practice. At the peak of qi, it even reached the No.11 level of qi training.

After Shou Yuanjian rubbed a wave of gold energy, he also achieved a top-quality spiritual weapon. In short, Ye Feng eats meat and she drinks soup, which is also very satisfying.

A few days later, Meng Li finally saw Chang'an City, the capital of Dali, which he had always been curious about. The thick six-foot city wall gave people a more oppressive feeling than Hangu Pass.

The gate of the city was guarded by elite soldiers, and there were many pedestrians. Meng Li hugged Xiao Bai, walked through the long line, handed over the seal of duty, and entered Chang'an City after getting permission.

There have been a lot of monks and Taoists recently, and the guards of the city are very polite to these Taoist monks. Although Meng Li is a little younger, these soldiers dare not underestimate them. Horrible being taken care of.

It was only after entering Chang'an City that Meng Li knew what is bustling and what is called prosperity. Along the way, Meng Li and Ye Feng had been to many big cities, but none of them could compare with Chang'an City.

The street was so wide that three large carriages could pass through it at one time, and there were countless but orderly vendors on the street. All kinds of strange things and businesses also opened Meng Li's eyes.

She is a veritable little rich woman, she really liked all these things when she saw them, she didn't say anything, she bought them, and Meng Li became the most popular Taoist priest on this street for a while.

If someone asks how to fall in love with a city in one day, you can tell her, buy it, and spend the money comfortably, and the whole Chang'an city is yours.

On the second day, Meng Li wanted to continue shopping, but was attracted by a magician who spread the bills.

In a teahouse, a young magician was performing tricks, which aroused applause from the audience.

On the stage, a large picture scroll was hung there, and the butterflies and birds drawn by the young magician could fly out of the picture scroll, and some of them landed on people's bodies, and they were exactly the same as the real ones.

Everyone saw that this was real kung fu, and hurriedly applauded. Meng Li naturally saw through the illusion at a glance. After all, Ye Feng personally taught the illusion during this period. The level of illusion is just like that, it's just to deceive ordinary people for a living.

"You can change like this, can you become a bitch?"

There are unscrupulous men in the audience who are already dreaming.

The young magician also responded to every request, "Shame comes from the heart, whatever you think in your heart, we can conjure anything."

A picture scroll flew out, with a few simple strokes, a little red sand dotted out the red lips, and a beautiful and enchanting woman came out of the painting.

Stepping on a three-inch golden lotus, her waist swaying with the peaks and peaks, her thin clothes half-cover her breasts, and her thighs are partly visible, almost every foot is on the hearts of the men in the audience, and all of them are in the hall all at once. The sound of swallowing saliva.

Even the woman blushed when she saw it, and hurriedly dragged her man away, or covered the child's eyes.

Only Meng Li and a middle-aged man sitting in the front row sat calmly in the arena. Meng Li was fine, after all, she was a woman, and a middle-aged man would attract attention if he didn't admire beauty.

The beauty also noticed the middle-aged man, and she came to the middle-aged man slowly, and slowly pressed her whole body up, but she didn't expect the middle-aged man to be incomprehensible, and opened the woman's hand to grab something.

"Beauty, you have found the wrong person. I don't have anything valuable on me."

The beauty smiled enchantingly, "I don't want anything else, I just want you."

The middle-aged man explained the true purpose of the man on stage for painting - in this short period of time, the wallets of many guests have been poisoned.

A cup of tea was suddenly poured over, and the beauty disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that he was not kind, the painter pushed the burning candle on the table with his hand, and a fire phoenix rushed out.Unexpectedly, the man with glasses easily defuses the offensive with the drink in his hand.Immediately afterwards, the painter threw the scroll away, and the two of them seemed to enter a colorless illusion.It's a pity that in just a few moves, the painter has already been defeated, and the opponent still seems to be able to handle it with ease.

"The patriarch left the rules, don't do evil, don't hurt others, don't take ill-gotten gains, you have practiced well, but the rules of the patriarch have been forgotten."

His skills were not as good as others, and the middle-aged man didn't kill him, but just left a sentence, which made the young magician who was painting feel ashamed, and hurriedly retreated.

Meng Li looked at the rather exciting competition in front of him, but he didn't expect that there would be another branch of illusion, but the ancestor of this juggler is an interesting one, who does not do evil, does not hurt others, and does not take ill-gotten gains.

The middle-aged man is only at the peak of Qi training, if he only has this half-handed illusion, he probably won't be able to last two rounds in her hands.

Meng Li, who left the teahouse and walked on the street, continued to buy and buy, but he didn't want to meet these jugglers again, and he didn't know when a group of such jugglers had gathered in Chang'an City.

I saw an old artist who was encouraged by his granddaughter to show off his skills in the arena of the market.He tossed it casually, and countless white ribbons appeared in his empty hand.

Then the old artist rubbed all the ribbons into his palm and blew hard, and the originally clear sky began to snow heavily.

"Okay, it's snowing in September."

Although this old entertainer is not as advanced as the middle-aged man, he is still somewhat better than the young magician.

(End of this chapter)