Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 20

Mo Xian has been in Yuxianzong for more than half a year. He sent back Zixiu's belongings that day. Zixiu is the second disciple of Jindan Elder Liang Qiuzi. After Liang Qiuzi asked about the situation in detail, he remained silent for a long time.

Mo Xian didn't know what he was thinking, but the unintentional coercion on his body made Mo Xian turn pale and fell to the ground.

After a long time, he waved him down.

Since the boy took him out of the palace gate, Mo Xian stayed in Yuxianzong. As an outer disciple, after all, he was entrusted by Taoist Zixiu on his deathbed.

Yuxianzong was founded by Ma Yu, son of Danyang. Ma Yu was unable to study, so he met an immortal in Tiansui Mountain, passed on five spiritual texts and 24 formulas to him, practiced in the mountain, and founded Yuxianzong.

Ma Yu, son of Danyang, had been promoted early, and Yuxianzong had also become a sect with a long history. There were thousands of true disciples in the sect, and even more disciples from the outer sect. There are also rare sects of cultivating immortals in the surrounding areas.

Mo Xian lived on the mountainside of Qingsong Peak, surrounded by green pines. Apart from practicing the way of Huang Ting, his main task during the past six months was to chop firewood.

A few days later, a load of firewood was carried into the kitchen, Qian Xuzi, the elder of the outer sect preacher, was present, so Mo Xian put down the load and went forward to salute.

Qian Xuzi glanced at him, saw that he was not sweating, and said with a smile: "Mo Xian, I have seen that you have packed a lot of firewood, and you put your heart into it."

"Thank you for the elder's praise, I'm just doing my job."

"Have you practiced martial arts?" Qian Xuzi asked.

"I have practiced martial arts in the secular world."

"That's right, all things can be enlightened. Cultivating the Tao is not about sitting in meditation. Your firewood is the same length, and even the thickness is roughly the same. It is very powerful to cut it off with one knife."

"It's some martial arts skills in the world, and I dare not be praised by the elders."

"Have you noticed that in nature, all kinds of trees are different. Although you cut them well and neatly, it violates the nature of tree growth." Qian Xuzi said with a smile.

Mo Xian was taken aback for a moment, he was lost in thought, Qian Xuzi watched from the side with a smile, and nodded unconsciously.

"I understand, chopping firewood is also practice, but how to practice?" Mo Xian murmured to himself.

"Haha, it's a good saying that chopping firewood is also a practice, how to practice, everyone has his own way." Qian Xuzi laughed, and picked up Mo Xian's woodcutter, without looking at it, he cut the knife lightly, and put the knife Put it down again, and walk out, singing casually in your mouth:
"Chopping firewood is also practice, the mind is calm and the world is quiet;

Keep your eyes on the branch, swing your knife along the network;
You are alone in the mountains, the heaven and the earth are in one heart;
When it is deep, the ancient and modern mountains are new. "

Mo Xian was silently reciting his Taoist songs, seeming to understand but not understanding, but he knew in his heart that he was passing on his own method of cultivation, and he kept silently reciting his Taoist songs.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on his load of firewood, he remembered that Elder Qianxu just waved the knife lightly, as if joking, there was no true energy in the knife, let alone force, but he saw , In his load of firewood, the firewood split one by one, how did Qianxu do it?
He squatted down and carefully looked at the cross-section of the firewood. Each piece of firewood was different, but they all followed the grain, as if they were splitting naturally.

Another disciple came to deliver the firewood. Seeing Mo Xian staring blankly at the firewood, he said disdainfully, "You met the elder who preached the law, that old guy, and used this trick to scare the newcomers."

Mo Xian glanced at him suspiciously, and he curled his lips: "Don't be stupid, the old guy is the best at deceiving people. His skill is obviously very deep, but he said some inexplicable words. Many people have been confused by him."

Mo Xian's martial arts skills are very high, of course it can be seen that Qian Xu's knife is already inconceivable, unlike ordinary people who don't know what's going on at all, confused, Mo Xian shook his head, he doesn't think so.

The next day, as usual, he went up the mountain to collect firewood. He came to the forest, raised the hatchet, and was just about to chop, when he recalled yesterday's scene in his mind, and the Taoist song from yesterday seemed to ring in his ears.

With a thought in his heart, he gave up his usual practice. In normal times, he also used chopping firewood as a method of practicing. The knife has internal strength, and the cut branches are all the same size. It can even be used as a ruler. Thousands of times of exercise, It's almost instinctive.

"Focus on the branch, swing the knife to follow the network!" His eyes fixed on the branch, and his hand loosened unconsciously. He felt very awkward. He had been coming all this time, without thinking about it, and cut it with a knife.

Now he was hesitant, unable to make a move. He wanted to see where the knife could be cut through his eyes, but he found that the branches were different from other branches, and he was not sure.

He chopped it down without using any internal force, and the branch broke with the sound, but he shook his head, feeling something was wrong, as if there was a lot of resistance, and it didn't feel smooth at all.

His waist was sore and his back hurt because he didn't use any internal energy, but as the number of trees he cut increased, he seemed to have found a way.

One day passed, and on this day, he couldn't help but spend more time than before, and cut the firewood to different lengths. What's more, at the end, due to the exhaustion of strength, he only cut one after two knives appeared.

But when he sat quietly at night and meditated, he found that his breathing became longer and his meditation became faster.

The next day, he started a new round of chopping firewood. He did not admit defeat. Gradually, his mind became calmer and his movement frequency became more stable. He was neither slow nor slow. Even if he worked for a long time, he would not feel tired.

In this way, day after day, he forgot that he knew martial arts.

When he put his heart into it, all he could see was a knife in front of him and a bunch of branches.

He will feel that he is the only one in this mountain, all the mountains are his, and all the trees are also his, and later, in his heart, he only has that tree and that mountain in his eyes.

Later, he completely forgot everything. At this moment, in front of his eyes, there is no past, no present, no east, no west, the lines on the bark, the lines in the tree, it seems that everything is self-evident to him .

He raised the knife, like a breeze passing through the forest, everything seemed so natural, he saw the texture of every branch, and the knife in his hand moved unconsciously, as if everything was natural, and in the blink of an eye, a load of firewood was laid.

He finally understood the meaning of the song. He closed his eyes and pondered over his feelings these days. Unknowingly, he deepened his understanding of the five movements of Yuangong Sword Art. The hatchet suddenly moved, and he only held a branch in his hand.

When the sword is drawn, it does not form a line of horses like before, but the sword is clearly there, and one step out, the person has arrived behind a tree, the branch is still in his hand, but the tree behind him suddenly fell down, and then divided There are only a few petals, and everything looks so weird.

Turning the branch in his hand, he stabbed out, and another tree split, as if it split naturally, but Mo Xian knew that was not the case, he didn't use internal force, he just relied on the texture of the tree.

When performing sword postures such as the sword washing posture, his figure can be seen clearly, but he appears strangely behind the trees. At first glance, it feels normal, but after thinking about it afterwards, it feels unbelievable.

He clearly stepped forward, but his feet were inadvertently, as if conforming to the texture of the earth, but his figure turned away, disappeared strangely, and appeared in his eyes again.

Mo Xian didn't fully understand it yet, he had unconsciously realized some lines, but these lines were runes of nature, and Mo Xian just used them subconsciously.

Mo Xian stood down and looked at everything in front of him. He understood how Qian Xuzi did it that day, and words were no longer sufficient.

He sighed, he still couldn't do it, Qianxuzi gradually began to separate the logs after he left, but he couldn't restrain himself, so he had to split them on the spot.

He packed up the firewood and took it back to the kitchen. Qianxuzi hadn't seen him for half a month, but he appeared today. His eyes were on Mo Xian's load of firewood. Mo Xian's load of firewood was bigger and smaller than Compared with Mo Xian's tidy appearance more than half a month ago, it is simply different.

Qianxuzi nodded in satisfaction, and said to Mo Xian, "From tomorrow on, you don't have to chop firewood. Do you know how to read?"

"Elder, I know how to read."

"Well, the scripture building needs to be tidied up by one person. You can tidy up the scripture building tomorrow."

A person came in at the door, also carrying a load of firewood. Hearing this sentence, Qian Xuzi came out of the kitchen with his hands behind his back, and said to Mo Xian enviously, "You are so lucky. Others need to chop firewood for a full year, and then It takes another year to enter the kitchen or other places, and then you can be eligible to enter the library to read books, practice spells, etc. After a few months, you will be transferred to the library.”

"He pays attention, you don't, blame others and don't find problems in yourself." Qian Xuzi's voice came from far outside the kitchen.

"Why did he hear that!" The outer disciple turned pale with fright, and after a while, seeing that Qian Xuzi hadn't come to look for him, he let out a long breath and wiped his sweat.

Seeing this scene, Mo Xian couldn't help shaking his head.

He returned to the small courtyard where he lived and sat quietly to practice.

He sank into his own heart. He has broken through the meditation and cessation of thoughts in the four realms of tranquility. He has not yet reached the third level. He found that it is very easy to enter the state today. After adjusting the breath, he quickly entered meditation. Meditation rose into the state of cessation, much faster than usual.

But the difference is that when it comes to stopping thinking, he feels that his breathing is getting longer and longer, and gradually stops breathing.

He felt a little short of breath, the cessation of breathing was not his subjective desire, but a natural reaction of his body. At this moment, he panicked a little, and then he realized that he was about to enter the third level of fetal breathing.

His whole body seemed to be swollen, and with a bang, he suddenly felt a burst of relief in his chest, the stuffiness disappeared, the pores of his whole body seemed to open, breathing from the mouth and nose turned into breathing from the body, the inside and the outside seemed to merge, the acquired breathing stopped, and the innate breathing had begun , a faint ray of innate vitality is naturally produced, warming the whole body, internal organs, muscles and bones, and slowly strengthening.

Mo Xian understands that it has been recorded in "Huang Ting Anthology" that the practice has reached this point, it can be said that the road foundation is established, and life begins a new journey.

(End of this chapter)