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Chapter 38: Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on snow and mud

After sending his mother away, Lu Mingyuan did not practice martial arts anymore, but started painting Taoist rituals again.

After this first experience, it is not a problem at all to continue making more paper figurines.

At the same time, after breaking through to the realm of rebirth, he also discovered the transformation of the blood gluttonous clone technique.

From the beginning, it was only possible to sculpt a little man from clay, but now, the body of the little man has begun to breed meridians and Dantian. Of course, it is just a prototype and nothing.

But he was pleasantly surprised to find that the results of the villain's cultivation can be given back to himself!

Maybe it's because of the rebirth realm.

It can be said that Lu Mingyuan's whole person was completely reborn, and the blood gluttonous villain also transformed together, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, smelting it into martial arts vitality, and continuously feeding it back to his Dantian.

In just one hour, the martial arts vitality smelted by the Blood Gluttonous Villain increased the progress of the fifth level of "Blood Gluttonous Sky Meteor Sutra" by ten points!

In this way, at twelve hours a day, one hundred and twenty points can be added.

In two months at most, he would be able to break through to the fifth level of martial arts and build a furnace, and officially start to build his own human body furnace.

This discovery undoubtedly greatly inspired his heart.

Just when Lu Mingyuan was curious about what wonderful reactions would occur when the new blood gluttonous clone merged with the paper man, and whether it could unleash martial arts power.

A familiar white-haired figure appeared on the treetops outside the courtyard.

"You are still as serious as ever."

When Lu Mingyuan heard this cold voice, he subconsciously looked around.

Sure enough, I saw the white-haired woman in green Taoist robes on the tree.

"You're back? Why don't you look good, so pale?"

Lu Mingyuan asked with a rare smile on his face.

"It's okay, I just saved a life from a True Lord. There are dangers everywhere, but it's okay."

Yun Qinghe jumped down from the tree, came to the stove in the center of the hall, baked his hands, and answered perfunctorily.

"True Lord?"

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan looked surprised.

He naturally knows what kind of person it is to be called a true king.

Among the Taoist sects, Qi practitioners who have reached the eleventh level can be respected as real people by the world. They have the initial qualifications to establish a sect, can open a sect and protect a land and water.

The True Lord, also known as the Great True Lord, is a supreme being located in the Twelve Realms. He can have the only prefix in the world, and he is the so-called "land god" in the world.

His status is equivalent to that of a martial artist in the heavenly and human realm, even more powerful than a great scholar, and second only to the saints of the three religions and the ancestors of human beings.

"Then how did you escape?"

Lu Mingyuan was very curious.

"secret."

Yun Qinghe seemed to have returned home, pouring himself a cup of hot tea with an understatement.

The sword between her eyebrows involved a secret that could destroy a dynasty. It told this young man that there were only disadvantages and no benefits.

"Why did you want to kill Lu Mingkong? I'm still curious to this day." Lu Mingyuan asked.

Yun Qinghe picked up the tea, took a sip, and said with squinted eyebrows: "Since I was a child, I have no father or mother. I grew up in an orphanage, ate the food of hundreds of families, wandered around, and didn't know many people. There are not many people and few relatives. If he touches someone he shouldn't touch, he will die under my sword." "A swordsman who deserves a beating once said that those who practice swords must have a clear conscience with each sword. , Two swords prove the Dao, three swords seek invincibility. My sword is for a clear conscience."

When Lu Mingyuan heard this, he was slightly silent, then he realized that Qiang Yun Qinghe also had such an unbearable past.

Yun Qinghe turned his head and glanced at the Taoist altar painted by Lu Mingyuan, his eyebrows stretched and the corners of his red lips raised:

"I learned very quickly, but I underestimated you."

After receiving the compliment, Lu Mingyuan smiled slightly: "It's not bad. The Fulu Suzaku pen you gave me can just activate the paper man. It's a good spell."

Seeing his bright smile, don’t you know that this is a castrated version of yourself?
  Yun Qinghe said depressedly: "It's just a simple spell, why can you be so happy?"

Probably because he thought the two of them were familiar with each other, Lu Mingyuan's words were not as plain as before. He was cryptic and replied seriously, "Except for my mother and grandpa, there are only one less person in the world who can treat me well. I'm polite." It’s the truth that light affection is heavy.”

When Yun Qinghe heard this, he was very interested and said with a smile: "Among these three people, where do I rank?"

Lu Mingyuan was very sincere and said seriously: "Ranked third for now."

Yun Qinghe held down the hilt of the sword at his waist, patted his thigh with the scabbard, and said with a smile: "You have to thank me for not killing you when I first met you."

Lu Mingyuan tried to recall the scene in Daxueping: "I remember at that time, I thought you were a witch, so I didn't dare to save you at all."

"why?"

"The white-haired witch."

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Yun Qinghe covered his forehead and tried hard to hold back the urge to slap this guy. He glanced at the increasingly warmly furnished palace, shook his head and said:

"Lu Mingyuan, I found that even if you are locked up here, you are living well. Isolating yourself from the world and being completely separated from the outside world is a way of living."

Lu Mingyuan picked up the oranges in the box and said in a daze: "Yes, it's good to be alive, don't expect anything else."

"For people, living happily is the most important thing. It is said that it is not good to have fun while suffering, but sometimes, it is a helpless way. Didn't a great poet once said that life is like knowing where to go, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on the ground. Snow mud. That’s the truth. What does it look like to run around in a person’s life? It should be like a flying giant stepping on the snow. Occasionally, it leaves a few paw prints on the snow, but in the blink of an eye, it flies away again. How can you still remember these traces? Where is it? If you are optimistic, you will never go wrong."

After hearing these words, Yun Qinghe fell into deep thought.

"Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on snow and mud."

After thinking for a long time, Yun Qinghe shook her head. She couldn't empathize with this.

Even though she had seen many people and things along the way, high-level disciples of the Immortal Family, common people in mortal bodies, emperors and generals, demons and ghosts, joys and sorrows, love and hatred.

There are scholars who sacrificed their lives to become benevolent. They sacrificed their lives to feed tigers, gave up their qualifications to found mountains and established institutions, and dispersed their centuries-old Taoism. They protected tens of thousands of people in a border city and gained peace in exchange for peace.

There was a small country in the south. The former leader of the country was in a cage in a small courtyard. He was frightened and regretful. He patted the railings all over and chanted: It's just Zhu Yangai.

There is a young Taoist priest in white from Longhu Mountain, alone in the poisonous mountains of the Western Wasteland, slaying demons to defend the Tao, vowing to slay all demons in the world.

There are three river gods who, regardless of the obstruction of heaven, rain rain secretly in front of the people who live thousands of miles away for a hundred days. The gods cannot tolerate it. They are punished by the thunder of the gods and die. The people stand in front of them with golden stone statues.

There is a group of sword cultivators stationed on the Great Wall where Beixiang Demon Barrier was born. They have guarded the pass for generations, and foreign demons dare not invade it.

There are eminent monks who passed by the mass graves of the ancient battlefield where 400,000 people were killed. They went for alms with bare feet, recited Buddhist scriptures, and saved their wronged souls. After completing their merits and deeds, they became Buddhas on the spot.

Now, she saw another scene.

There is a lonely and dandy prince who is guilty of a serious crime and accompanied by a disfigured maid. However, he is determined to pursue martial arts and is full of hope for the future. How will he spend these wasted thirty years in the cold palace.

(End of this chapter)