When the memory stopped, Yang Sen looked carefully at Zhang Xing's face and found that his face was indeed 45% similar to the little Zhang in his memory.

"You said you are Zhang Ergou...the grandson of Zhang Aijun."

"Is there anything to prove."

"Grandpa said that he made a promise with you that year that when he found someone with higher kung fu than you, he would go up the mountain to ask you to come out of the mountain. He was too old and couldn't enter the mountain, so he asked me to call you out of the mountain instead."

"Oh? It's been forty years, Xiao Zhang still remembers that agreement."

"It's just that I am no longer the same person I was forty years ago...forget it, come in with me."

Yang Sen led Zhang Xing into the thatched house. After entering the house, Zhang Xing felt warm all over. The oil lamp illuminated the light. There was a strange fragrance mixed with various Chinese medicines in the house. Various sundries were placed in the corners of the house.

Dried medicinal materials, animal bones, furs, especially all kinds of complete animal skins hanging on the four walls, wild wolves, wild bears, wild foxes... There is even a big colorful tiger skin!

But I didn't see any knives in the house. What's even more strange is that the furs are all intact and there is no damage to the skin.

Zhang Xing's eyes narrowed. There were no knives. Could it be that these beast skins and even tiger skins were killed by him with his bare hands? Damn, this is the modern version of Wu Song!

However, it wouldn't be surprising if this is really the Yang Wudi that grandpa mentioned forty years ago.

Under the bright light, Zhang Xing finally saw Yang Sen's face clearly. At first glance, he was about fifty years old. He had long hair, 70% black and 30% white. His face was simple and solemn. There were wrinkles on his cheeks and eyebrows, but his complexion was rosy.

, not as pale as an ordinary old man. If you look closely, you feel that he is just a middle-aged man who has early hair in his forties, but his skin still has a ruddy color that even a thirty-year-old man does not have. But when he looks at his pair of eyes, they are as deep as the sea.

His indifferent eyes seemed to see through the bleak world, but they were even older than his grandfather.

"Yang...Mr. Yang, I heard my grandpa say that you are five years older than grandpa, so aren't you eighty-one this year?"

"Not bad." Yang Sen looked at Zhang Xing with a smile, as if looking at his own grandson with a hint of kindness.

"You are really good at taking care of yourself. You look like you are only in your forties."

"Could it be said that your martial arts skills have reached the legendary elixir level?"

"good."

"No wonder, no wonder... I heard from grandpa that you already mastered Hua Jin forty years ago. It's really not surprising that you can practice Dan Jin."

Speaking of the realm of Chinese martial arts, Zhang Xing also became interested. Before Dao Yi was born, Zhang Xing was quite obsessed with Chinese martial arts for a while.

He said excitedly:

"I have seen it in Chinese martial arts novels, saying that Chinese martial arts has three realms of light and dark. Above the Hua Jin is the Dan Jin of sitting on the hips for holding the pill, above the Dan Jin is the Gang Jin of stepping on the gang, and above the Gang Jin is the Gang Jin.

It is the state of immortality that breaks through the void and can see God. Further up, there is the spiritual state of not seeing or hearing, being aware of danger and avoiding it, and being able to predict the way to the city."

"May I ask, what state have you reached?"

"Breaking the void, you can see God...the most sincere way, you can know in advance..."

Yang Sen did not answer Zhang Xing's question immediately, but he was slowly chewing on the words of these two realms. He licked his mouth softly, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had eaten some mountain treasure.

tasty.

"Okay! There is a fellow expert outside the mountains. Yang has been sitting alone in the mountains for forty years, but I don't think he has become a bit like watching the sky from a well."

"According to your statement, Yang should only be in the realm of seeing gods. As for the spiritual realm of sincere and foreknowledge, he has only scratched the surface of it."

"Although Yang has explored these two realms, he has always felt that although these two levels are mysterious, they are still among the four major realms of Taoist cultivation: refining essence to transform Qi, refining Qi to transform into spirit, refining spirit to return to emptiness, and refining emptiness to return to emptiness.

There is spin in the level of Hedao."

"This is not as well summed up as these two sentences."

"Yang believes that the three realms of light and darkness in Chinese martial arts are just the realms of skills, which revolve in sequence in the three realms of 'refining energy into energy, refining energy into spirit, and refining spirit into void'."

"These three realms are only the realm of skills, not the spiritual realm of 'entering the Tao'. Only when you understand the wonder of the elixir power of holding the elixir and sitting on your hips can it be regarded as the realm of entering the Tao."

"After comprehending the power of elixirs, the practice of Chinese martial arts has returned to the three realms of 'refining essence to transform into qi, refining qi to transform into spirit, and refining spirit to return to emptiness'."

"Whether it's Dan Jin or Gang Jin, it's still about refining Qi."

"Breaking the void allows you to see God, which is exactly how you refine your energy and become God."

"As for the way of sincerity, if you know it in advance, then it can be regarded as a little bit of spiritual training, but it is still in vain."

"Further up, Yang can only speculate that it should be a realm where the human body can break the limits and practice the combination of heaven and man."

"Could it be that there are already experts outside the mountain who have reached the point of practicing the martial arts that combines the practice of emptiness and the union of heaven and man?"

Having said this, Yang Sen's eyes were already shining, and he looked at Zhang Xing with excitement.

"Uh... bad, almost..."

Zhang Xing thought for a while, Dao Yi Zhenren cultivated to the innate realm and developed the innate true energy, which can be regarded as the realm of unity between heaven and man, right? Anyway, there is the word "Heaven".

It's just that you are practicing martial arts, while others are cultivating immortals...

"Okay! Let's go, let's go down the mountain now!"

"Yang can't wait any longer."

When Zhang Xing heard this, his face turned bitter. I said, boss, do you know how hard I worked all the way up the mountain?

It's getting dark now. If you ask me to go down the mountain, isn't it costing me half my life?

"No, no, no, don't be anxious, Mr. Yang, it's already dark today, the road at night is difficult, and it's still a mountainous road. Can we go again tomorrow morning?"

"Oh, by the way, it just so happens that you can read these two books first tonight."

Thinking of saving his life, Zhang Xing quickly took out two books. They were none other than "Basic Internal Strength" and "Twelve Levels of Qi Training".

"Huh? This is..."

"Ahem... Mr. Yang, listen to me. The master you are talking about is not practicing martial arts, but internal martial arts... To be more precise, he should be cultivating immortals by cultivating the truth and refining qi.

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"Please listen to me slowly. This master's real name is ominous. I only know that his Buddhist name is Daoyi. He was born as a scholar. He dressed as a monk at first and later as a Taoist. He claimed to be neither a monk nor a Taoist. He also said that he was a Buddha.

The Tao only exists in one thought."

"At first everyone respected him as Daoyi Sage Monk, but now everyone respects him as Daoyizhenren."

"It is said... Of course, I also heard it from others. It is said that Dao Yi Zhenren is not a modern person. He may be a time traveler."

"What is a time traveler? Well, this explanation is a bit troublesome. How should I put it? It's..."

That night, the lights in the hut stayed on all night long. Zhang Xing spent most of the night telling Yang Sen everything about Master Daoyi, and finally fell asleep on Yang Sen's bed.

Yang Sen, on the other hand, stayed up all night reading and pondering over the two books, until Zhang Xing slept until the sun was shining three times the next day.

Zhang Xing woke up from his daze and saw Yang Sen sitting cross-legged on the ground with a solemn appearance, obviously practicing internal skills.

"Are you awake?"
Chapter completed!