The bright moon hangs high, and the night is as cool as water.

Chen Lang walked through the woods and came to the place agreed with the old man.

Lin Kunli stood on a huge rock, the mountain wind blowing on him like an upright javelin.

''You're here!'' Lin Kunli's voice was not loud, but it reached Chen Lang's ears clearly.

''Yes!'' Chen Lang stood respectfully in front of Lin Kunli.

''Practice the 'Righteous Song' I taught you before and show it to me.'' The old man didn't talk nonsense and looked at him with a serious face.

Chen Lang practiced the "Song of Righteousness" as instructed. During this period, the old man sometimes nodded slightly, sometimes shook his head slightly, and sighed a few times.

''Look at how I do it, be careful, I will only do it once, and then you will have to figure it out yourself.''

After hearing this, Chen Lang kept his eyes unblinking, not daring to miss a glance.

It's also the "Song of Righteousness", but Chen Lang's practice is not at the same level as the old man.

The old man's sleeves puffed up without any wind.

Both palms emitted a ruby ​​white light, moving back and forth like a swimming fish.

The feet are like rocks, but they don't look dull.

As the old man walked around, he brought up gusts of strong wind.

The strong wind whirled and roared above the old man's head, forming the shape of a dragon and tiger, which was extremely majestic and magical.

Chen Lang was stunned and dared not speak. It seemed that the old man was the only one left in the world. The sky and the earth were eclipsed by him, and the stars lost their light.

Chen Lang never thought that such an ordinary, most ordinary "Song of Righteousness" would have such a vision when the old man came.

In Chen Lang's memory, even the Zhao family's unique skill "Snake Elephant Transformation into Dragon Technique" did not have such a strange phenomenon. Could it be that this "Song of Righteousness" had a great origin.

Fifty breaths passed, and the short "Song of Righteousness" was finished. However, Chen Lang felt that many hours had passed, and he was so happy that time passed too fast. He secretly sighed that it was a pity that he didn't know himself.

When can I become like an old man?

Chen Lang was stunned for a moment, recalling every detail carefully in his mind, replaying it in his brain like a movie.

After an hour, Chen Lang took a long breath and his eyes became clearer. He looked at Uncle Lin seriously and knelt down.

''Thank you grandpa for teaching me, I, Chen Lang, am deeply grateful.'' Then I bowed respectfully.

The old man remained silent, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, "'Okay, okay, repay your kindness. With this, you are better than most people in the world, so I guess I'm not wrong about you.'"

The old man paused for a moment and looked at the waning moon in the sky. He was lost in thought for a moment, as if recalling the past, and suddenly felt a sad emotion in his heart.

''My real name is Lin Kunli, you should already know this.'' The old man looked at Chen Lang and nodded before continuing: ''I turned out to be a cultivator in the Tianchu Empire, and I studied under Tianzong.

Jian Zong', later on, during a mission, he encountered an enemy. He was defeated and seriously injured by him, causing his Taoxing to retreat.''

Chen Lang was surprised. He had never thought that the old man had such a background. The border of the Tianchu Empire was at least hundreds of millions of miles away from here, and the number of cultivators here was even less. He did not expect that the old man was also a cultivator.

I just don't know how capable the old man is.

''My opponent is a Nascent Soul stage master from the 'Blood Demon Sect'. I fought with him, and Dao Xing returned to the Golden Core stage and was severely injured. I came here through a dilapidated teleportation array and wanted to

I'm looking for the thousand-year-old 'God Refining Grass' in the Blue Sky Lake to restore my Taoism, but I haven't found it in the past few years. Now I can no longer return to the 'Tianzong Sword Sect' alone, so I will stay here for a few years.'

'

''I don't have many days left, and I may never go back in this life. I hope you promise me that in the future, after you learn my skills, you will kill Xue Wuyan to avenge me and bring my bones back.

Sect, I was born there, and I should die there.''

Chen Lang looked at the old man and said firmly: "I will definitely help grandpa realize this wish. I will also find a way to cure grandpa's disease and then go back with grandpa."

The old man smiled casually, with a look of relief in his eyes, but he didn't take Chen Lang's words to heart. After all, Chen Lang was still too weak now.

Chen Lang's heart was agitated, and he was determined to complete what he just said. He had regarded his words as an oath that must be completed.

He didn't know why he had such confidence.

''I will start teaching you formally now.'' The old man said seriously.

Chen Lang clenched his fists and listened carefully.

''Although the 'Song of Righteousness' is just the most common foundation-building technique, few people in the world can achieve perfection in the Xiantian Dzogchen, and even the lower levels of Xiantian are rarely heard of it. However, this does not mean that this technique is inferior to other techniques.

On the contrary, it contains many principles of heaven and earth. If you can practice it to a high and deep level, it will be no worse than other exercises.''

''This 'Song of Righteousness' is said to have been created by a senior in the Mahayana period thousands of years ago. He was deeply aware of the frailty of the mortal body and spent hundreds of years watching the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, vegetation, insects, fish, birds and beasts. He combined his own experiences with this creation, hoping to improve mortals.

My physique. It is because I am on the basis of the innate Dzogchen that I can lift a heavy weight with ease. I also failed to practice this technique well when I was building the foundation."

''You stand up and show me.''

‘‘Stand?’’ Although Chen Lang didn’t know why Lin Bo suddenly said this, he still stood still as he was told.

''No, no!'' The old man picked up a piece of firewood from the ground and hit Chen Lang's knee joint.

Chen Lang felt his feet suddenly softened and was shocked.

The old man chuckled and said, "Standing is not as simple as you think. Standing must be as steady as a mountain, like an old tree rooted in the ground."

The old man exerted force under his feet, splitting the boulder into countless skull-sized stones, and kicked up the gravel. The gravel rotated in the air. When it reached the ground, the force just disappeared and it sank firmly to the ground.

The stones seem to be arranged in a certain pattern on the ground, just like the plum blossom piles in the Zhao family's practice room.

''You show me one step. Step on the stone and run to the other side with ten breaths.''

Chen Lang did as he was told, not to mention that ten breaths was too short, and even he was very reluctant to run on it. Even though he had been exercising since he was a child, and his movements were flexible, he still fell and fell into pieces after running 80% of the way.

The old man didn’t know when he had two things in his hand, ‘‘Tie these two to your thighs and practice the horse stance.’’

Chen Lang tied the two heavy cloth bags, which were as heavy as lead weights, to his thighs. They suddenly sank. Together they weighed several hundred kilograms.

Chen Lang stood upright, his legs standing as firmly as an old tree.

Half an hour, one hour, one and a half hours, two hours...

Chen Lang's legs were trembling. The old man closed his eyes and leaned against the big tree. Whenever Chen Lang was about to fall, a pebble would hit his butt.

''If you fall down now, you will be punished by standing for one more hour.''

Chen Lang gritted his teeth and held on, sweat dripping down his head like streams, stinging Chen Lang's eyes.

Finally, after holding on for three hours, Chen Lang fell to the ground.

The old man said: ‘‘Don’t stop, start practicing the ‘Righteous Song’ technique.’’

Chen Lang's body felt weak and he had no strength, but he still insisted on running the "Song of Righteousness".

''It seems that the internal strength in the body has increased a lot.'' Chen Lang was so happy that he forgot about his fatigue.

In the acquired stage, there is internal force in the body, but in the innate stage, the body will resonate with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and the internal force in the body will turn into spiritual power.

In the acquired stage, the stronger the internal energy in the Dantian, the greater the strength.

In the Dantian, the six cyclones continued to grow and became thicker and thicker. Finally, a seventh cyclone appeared, but it was countless times smaller than the other six cyclones.

Chen Lang was ecstatic and murmured: ‘‘I finally, I finally broke through to the seventh level of acquired life...’’

Lin Bo looked at Chen Lang with relief, "Okay, but don't be arrogant."

''Yes, Grandpa.''

Lin Kunli took a wine gourd from his body and gave it to Chen Lang.

''This gourd looks ordinary, but in fact it is a spiritual weapon that contains a fragment of a magic weapon. Although it does not have much attack power, it can absorb a small amount of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and blend it into the liquid. Every time you practice, drink some.

The body will recover.''

Chen Lang didn't show any pretense and accepted Lin Bo's gift.

"Grandpa, what is a spiritual weapon and what is a magic weapon?" After all, Chen Lang is just a servant and he doesn't understand many things.

Lin Kunli explained patiently: "The so-called spiritual weapons and magical weapons are the classification of weapons by cultivators. From low to high, they are divided into spiritual weapons, magical weapons, Taoist weapons, fairy weapons, sacred weapons, and divine weapons. The sacred weapons are less.

There are so few, and the artifacts are nothing but vague legends.''

''Then how are cultivators divided?''

‘‘Only those who have entered the golden elixir stage can be regarded as true cultivators, while innate masters in the secular world can only be said to be warriors in the mortal world.’’

‘‘After the Golden Elixir Stage, there are the Nascent Soul Stage, the Divine Transformation Stage, the Return to Void Stage, and the Mahayana Stage. After the Mahayana Ascension, there are the divisions of immortals.’’

Chen Lang listened with great interest and was eye-opening.

Thinking about how I used to sit in a well and look at the sky, my vision was too narrow. I could see all the flowers blooming and withering in the world, and even go to the distant and elusive fairyland. Otherwise, my life would be in vain.

''Grandpa, can you teach me the magic of immortality? I want to learn it!''

Lin Kunli laughed dumbly, ‘‘Ahem, how can I know any magic!’’

Chen Lang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

''Immortal magic can only be learned after ascension in the Mahayana stage. Cultivators can only practice cultivation techniques. Although the power is far inferior to immortal magic, after hundreds of millions of years of development and the efforts of countless strange people, the development

Come up with all kinds of tricks.''

''There are countless self-cultivation techniques in the world, and there are tens of thousands of body-refining techniques alone, such as the Black Demon True Evil Technique of the Demon Sect and the Great Buddha Diamond Body of Zen Buddhism. They are among the best body-refining techniques.

Dual cultivation of body-refining techniques, such as the Xuangang Sha body technique, and most monsters are naturally powerful, so naturally they don't need these.''

''The technique I major in is the sword cultivation technique 'Sanyang Zhenyi Sword' of the 'Tianzong Sword Sect'. Once practiced to the depths, it is extremely powerful. The masters of our Mahayana period of the 'Tianzong Sword Sect' once used this technique.

With one move, the entire vast ocean can be split. In the future, when you reach the golden elixir stage, I will teach you this sword cultivation technique.''

When the old man said this, he regarded Chen Lang as a disciple of the Tianzong Sword Sect.

Chen Lang was young, knew nothing about the rules of cultivators, and did not understand the meaning of the old man's words.
Chapter completed!