I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 72

　　Buddhism and Taoism are among the authentic monsters, and martial arts can only be called a side door.

The difference between 　　 is not only whether there is a way to break through the first rank. After the side door is promoted to the third rank, the lifespan is also far lower than the authentic.

　　After the Buddha and Taoism refine the gods, they condense relics and yin gods to extend their life to three to five hundred years old.

　　The martial arts combines the spirit and spiritual knowledge with the location to refine the true meaning of martial arts. Fighting is not weakening the Buddha, Dao, and Yang. However, the life limit is still one hundred and fifty years.

　　 Zhouyi originally thought that Emperor Jingtai, who concurrently cultivated Taoism and martial arts, were both in the upper three realms and had at least one or two hundred years of life.

　　 Only now I know that due to the influence of great luck and other factors, Emperor Jingtai is invincible by force, and his life is only twenty or thirty years left.

　　 The opposite is Zhang Cheng, who first cultivated to become the **** of Yin to prolong life, then cultivated into the martial arts exterior scene, and also cultivated side gates such as painting the way.

　　Shou Yuan is temporarily sufficient, but it causes confusion and inefficiency. Spiritual consciousness is scattered in Yin and God, location, and it takes hundreds of years to be difficult to promote to Yang Shen or martial arts will.

　　The way of practice is hard but pure but pure, and it is also hard to learn from others.

　　 It's easy to climb to the sky, but it's hard to become a fairy!

　　 Zhouyi still had doubts in his mind, and he basically affirmed that Emperor Jingtai was one of the people behind the scenes.

　　 Although Jingtai Emperor's first-grade peak is strong, it is far inferior to the immortality of the White Lotus Evil Buddha, and it is difficult for the Qingqiu Fox Fairy to say a big catastrophe.

　　 First-class invincible, and only first-class.

　　 "His Royal Highness, the theory of luck has existed since ancient times, but it is so illusory."

　　 Zhouyi said: "Your Majesty is extremely talented and has already reached the level of transformation. It may not be possible to go further and become a martial sage in the world."

　　 The founding father of Dagan, Emperor Guangming of Zhongxing, is a veritable martial sage, a strong man in the super-first-class realm, who has shocked Yunzhou for more than three hundred years.

　　 1,500 years of national history, these two emperors accounted for nearly one-third of the period.

　　The way of martial sage is based on self-realization. The insights left by at least two martial sages of the Li family are far more likely to break through than other Wu Xiu who are at a loss.

　　 Li Le arched his hands toward the imperial city: "Father's emperor's merit is chasing Taizu, and he is more powerful than Zhongzong. This king prays for his father day and night, and prays for the great help!"

　　 Zhou Yi smiled slightly, and did not comment much.

　　 The guy who hopes that his eldest brother will live a long life every day, don't expect to have a lot of discipline.

　　 chatting for a while, time is almost up, Li Le motioned to the attendant to fetch the highlight of the day.

　　 Wu Sheng handwriting.

　　 A volume of plain yellow silk.

After 　　 slowly unfolded, it was a motto to encourage the younger generation.

　　——If you want to cultivate one's body, you must be honest, and if you want to be honest, you must be sincere!

There was no signature at the end of 　　, but after seeing the words, a black-haired middle-aged man appeared in front of him, writing.

　　 One stroke and one stroke, together square and round, unremarkable, after being separated, it is clearly a move, and the vague and lofty will of martial arts is on the paper.

　　 Zhou Yi stared at him for a moment, his fingers staying on the word "heart" for the longest time, and his fingers ran across the table unconsciously.

　　 "Heart Sword..."

After dozens of breaths, the attendant carefully rolled up the yellow silk and took it back into the jade box.

　　 Li Le and others remained silent, waiting for "Qin Qiong" to wake up.

　　 Until a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Yi woke up from the martial arts artistic conception, and his finger swiped in the void.

　　 Sword means through the mind, as if directly pierced on the soul.

　　 Li Le's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, how do you feel?"

　　 "There is a slight gain, Qin first returns to the residence, retreats and comprehends."

　　 Zhouyi said: "Your Highness's grace today will be repaid in the future."

　　 "Mr. Qin does not have to be polite."

　　 Li Le's face smiled even more, and that's what he was waiting for.

　　 Zhouyi's figure flashed into a light, and disappeared in a flash.

　　 After a while, a middle-aged man in blue appeared in the banquet hall, with admiration on his face: "This person has a wonderful escape method, and he really lives up to his reputation."

　　 Li Le quickly got up and said, "Mr. Fan, please sit down."

　　Mr. Fan sat directly at the position of Zhouyi, staring at the messy strokes on the desktop, and couldn't help but nod his head and praise: "The master of martial arts handwriting for a moment, he realized such an exquisite kendo, and his talent is so terrifying!"

　　 Li Le asked: "Mr. Fan, did you say he saw it?"

　　 "Of course I saw it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to understand the swordsmanship."

　　 Mr. Fan said: "Although this person is on the path of an ancient qishi, he is a real one, and I am not an opponent in frontal combat."

　　 "The ancient trainer is so strong, Mr. Fan is not an opponent?"

　　 Li Le doubted: "Then why are so few people practicing? This king remembers that there are many Qi refining methods in the Ouchi secret store, and almost no one has read them."

　　 "The modern method may not be inferior to the ancient method, so why do we have to take the way of refining qi?"

Mr. Fan explained: "Although Qi Qi practitioners are among the authentic and can achieve superior grades, their cultivation methods are too extreme. Without refining the body and not refining the gods, using one mana to break through the shackles of immortality is more than condensing the real body of Wusheng. It's harder..."

　　 "This Mr. Qin can cultivate to the first rank, and his body mana has exceeded the same rank several times, but at least ten times or more can break through the super first rank."

　　 "Qi practitioners don't cultivate Yin Shen, Shou Yuan is no different from martial arts. How can Shou Yuan cultivate ten times more mana?"

　　 "Such a paradox makes many people think that Qi Qi practitioners should not be authentic..."

　　The other people on the table dared not to disturb Mr. Fan, so they pricked their ears to listen, and remembered every word in their hearts.

　　 The great Confucian teaching the Fa in the line of life, and ordinary monks would never have the opportunity to hear it in their entire life.

　　 The handwriting of the Zhouyi transcribing the Taoist scriptures is slightly unnatural, and I was thinking about the news I just heard.

　　 Throughout the ages, emperors have had a common problem. After controlling the strongest power in the world, they wanted to pursue longevity and even longevity.

　　Qinhuang and Hanwu, Tangzong and Songzu are also inevitable.

　　 When he was young, he was wise and martial artist, thinking that he could see through birth, old age, sickness and death.

　　I become faint after getting old, reluctant to bear the power in his hand, and can see through the warlock tricks at a glance~www.mtlnovel.com~ I deceive myself to believe it.

　　 What's more, the fairy world, life extension is not out of reach.

　　Shouyuan, or life, belongs to the most fundamental pursuit of living beings engraved on the genetic level.

　　 Emperor Jingtai, made a mistake that an emperor would make.

　　 It is not Emperor Jingtai that really caught the attention of Zhouyi, but a living martial sage as seen from the handwriting of Wu Sheng.

　　Dagan really has a super first-class!

　　 "Is this the self-confidence of Emperor Jingtai? No matter what the chaos of the world is, Wu Sheng will naturally turn things around!"

　　 After thinking about Zhou Yi, there are still many key points that are unclear.

　　The most unreasonable thing is that if Emperor Jingtai could hardly condense the Yin God because of his qi luck, even if he weakened his great qi luck, unless he collapsed the will of the martial arts by himself, the spirit and consciousness were all integrated with the location, and he would never condense the yin god.

　　 Besides, Yin-shen cohesion needs to dispel distracting thoughts and be quiet and inactive, so that it conforms to the foundation of Taoist practice. It is basically the opposite of what Jingtai Emperor did.

　　 If you really want to condense the Yinshen, first completely abdicate and let the virtuous, avoid the world and clean up, then there is the slightest possibility.

　　 "The mundane world is the most annoying!"

　　 Zhouyi shook his head to expel the messy thoughts, and continued to copy the Taoist scriptures wholeheartedly.

After 　　 transcribed for a while, my mind gradually calmed down.

　　 Looking back on what I have done recently, it seems that there are signs of sinking into the quagmire of mundane red dust.

　　 "No wonder the fox urges me to escape from the world. Even if I think I see everything through, I will inevitably get involved in the entanglement of cause and effect..."

　　 Zhouyi is not a saint who is compassionate and compassionate. He is willing to do what he can do out of the empathy of the same human race.

　　 Going to find a martial arts sage desperately for this, then wait for a while, and only one sword will be enough for one hundred thousand years of Taoism.

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