Chapter 3 Viewing the Mountain Host: Gu Yuanqing Title: Lord of Beiquan Mountain Title blessing: Guanshan Cultivation talent: mediocre (one in a hundred) Kendo talent: mediocre (outstanding) Perception: The best among the mediocre (outstanding) Station: Beiquan Mountain (Yunlingfan Mountain) Resident blessing: Cultivation talent +2, swordsmanship talent +3, comprehension +3, two strands of spiritual energy from heaven and earth can be obtained every day. "My talent and understanding have both improved to a higher level compared to before, and I can get a little more spiritual energy from heaven and earth every day. This means that my cultivation speed will be at least twice as fast as before." "The most important thing is the words 'Yunling Fanshan'. At this moment, Beiquan Mountain is still in the embryonic form of a spiritual mountain. Once the soul is successfully accumulated, it will transform into a spiritual mountain and become a holy place for cultivation!" Gu Yuanqing smiled, but then frowned slightly. "The most important thing at the moment is the technique. After practicing for a month, I have already cultivated thirty-five acupoints. The only thing left is the Baihui acupoint on the top of my head, which will lay the foundation for Zhenwu. But I am imprisoned in Beiquan Mountain. How can I find the method for the next stage of practice?" With all kinds of thoughts in mind, Gu Yuanqing returned to the courtyard. There were too many distracting thoughts in his mind and he was a little tired. It was not suitable for practicing, so he picked up a book to read.
"In the 316th year of the Daqian Era, the year of Jiashen, in the Qihe River area of Nanyan Road, the Red Dragon Cult sacrificed boys and girls to open the passage to the Demon Realm. Three cities of Nanyan Road fell, and the people were devastated. Hundreds of thousands of civilians were slaughtered and became food for the demons. I and seven of my good friends rushed to Nanyan to help... This is a travelogue of Daqian, telling about a great catastrophe that happened two hundred years ago. In that war, only three of the seven great masters of the Daqian Dynasty survived, and countless Zhenwu soldiers were killed or wounded. From what is recorded in the book, we can tell that the author must have had some outstanding accomplishments. Gu Yuanqing read it quite carefully. Halfway through reading, he turned back to the cover and looked at the author's name. "Author Zhou Yan, I seem to have heard this name in which book?" He shifted his gaze towards the bookshelf, then locked onto a book of miscellaneous notes. He pulled it out, and following his memory, turned to page 76, where he saw Zhou Yan's name. Gu Yuanqing compared the experiences of the two people and finally confirmed that they were indeed the same person. His eyes lit up. "Wuding Temple is strict and strict, and it is the seventh level of Zhenwu. This travelogue is worth a careful study. Many words in it refer to the practice of Zhenwu realm. It looks like a travelogue, but it actually contains a lot of insights into practice." Gu Yuanqing took out a pen and paper and copied out all the sentences that might be related to Zhenwu's practice. Combined with what he had heard from the instructors in the palace before about Zhenwu practice, he gradually developed a general idea of the Zhenwu secrets and methods of refining the spirit. The secret is hidden in the orifice, just as Mount Sumeru is hidden in the ring; With God as the guide, we can penetrate the secret treasures; Use the great array of acupoints as the foundation to secure the secrets within the body. This is the path of cultivation to the Zhenwu Realm! This discovery was like opening a box of thoughts for Gu Yuanqing. He took out some books he had read a few days ago and copied down passages from them. I have more and more insights in my heart, but they are scattered, lacking any key points or a line to connect them. Fearing that these insights would be forgotten, he wrote them down. Before I knew it, the sky darkened and it was sunset. Only then did Gu Yuanqing realize that he had not even had lunch. He went outside and saw a basket on the table. When he opened it, the food was still steaming. After dinner, he returned to his desk and looked at the notes he had written down. Gu Yuanqing even doubted whether he had done it himself. “Is this the extraordinary understanding?”
Restraining some of his excitement, he reorganized his thoughts first, and then picked out a book from the bookshelf to study. In a blink of an eye, it was already late at night, and he finally put down the pen in his hand. Tonight he copied several more sheets of paper densely packed with words, but some of them were true and some were false, and some were just the author's imagination, and he would need to separate the true from the false later. Gu Yuanqing rubbed his wrist, stood up and searched on the bookshelf. "There are still too few books. This is the only useful book left." "Not enough, far from enough, I need more books about the Zhenwu realm! If there is a Zhenwu practice secret book, maybe I can deduce a Zhenwu practice method suitable for me!" "Come back tomorrow, it's time to practice!" He returned to the bedroom, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his mind, and waited until all distracting thoughts disappeared and his mind was clear before he started to practice the technique. As his aptitude and comprehension improved, he felt that his mental thoughts became sharper, and as his Qi and blood were being transported, he discovered that there were many flaws in his previous practice, the operation of his skills was a little unsmooth and harmonious, and the nourishment and tempering of his acupoints were not complete. Gu Yuanqing adjusted the rhythm of the movement of qi and blood, and after a while, he felt that the flow of qi in his body was smoother and more comfortable. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth emanated from the virtual shadow of Beiquan Mountain, pushing the vital energy to re-refine some acupoints. When the two strands of spiritual energy were exhausted, he stopped practicing. "I still don't have the method to practice Zhenwu. For now, I should try my best to make my foundation more solid and perfect." After simply washing up and lying down, Gu Yuanqing focused his consciousness on the virtual shadow of Beiquan Mountain again. In an instant, all the images on Beiquan Mountain appeared before his eyes again. Beiquan Mountain seemed particularly peaceful in the dark night, with a different charm from that in the daytime. It seemed that all the distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared when he looked at this world. This is the mountain view! Suddenly, he woke up from his intoxication and saw a black shadow quietly coming out of the small courtyard in the front mountain and quickly going towards the back mountain. "This... is that old man. He is indeed a man of great accomplishment, and is definitely not a weakling!" Ever since that day Gu Yuanqing noticed the skinny old man appearing silently in the courtyard, he had been paying more attention to him on weekdays, but he had never discovered him. Unexpectedly, he saw his true face today when he was watching the mountain. This person walked all the way to the cliff at the back of the mountain, then jumped down, came to a crack in the mountain, crawled into it, and disappeared from Gu Yuanqing's consciousness in an instant. "I have never been to that crack, nor have I seen it. It has not been imprinted in my consciousness, so it has become a blind spot for me to observe the mountain." Gu Yuanqing frowned. There was nothing he could do at this moment but wait. However, he didn't see him come out for a long time. Instead, he had to leave the mountain-watching state because of mental exhaustion. He was unwilling to give up, so he rested for a while and looked at the mountain again, but still could not see any trace of it. Gu Yuanqing didn't dare to stay in this state for long, so he left on his own. After a while, he went in to take another look. In this way, they went in and out for more than an hour before the old man came out of the crack with dust all over his body. Then he went straight back to his residence and lay down to sleep. "Could it be that the crack contains the Beiquan Sword Sect's treasure that the Daqian court has been pursuing?" With some guesses in mind, Gu Yuanqing fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, he got up as usual to practice swordplay, and then read books and excerpt useful passages. The difference was that he would occasionally enter the mountain-watching state to check on the old man. No one had discovered him during the day, and Gu Yuanqing pretended to stroll to the cliff behind the mountain, but he did not go down. Judging from the old man's body movements last night, he was far from being his opponent now, and if he broke through rashly, it would only bring danger to himself. And judging from the dust on the old man's body last night, this person must have been digging a tunnel leading to somewhere, but he has found nothing so far.
On the second night, the old man was seen quietly leaving the house again and coming into the gap. An hour later, he came back covered in dust. This continued for the next few days. On the ninth day, the old man came out of the crack, holding a hatchet in his hand and looking gloomy. He returned to the house, dug out a piece of animal skin from the sundries under the bed, and looked at it carefully. Gu Yuanqing narrowed his sight and saw that what was depicted on the animal skin was a map of Beiquan Mountain, with several crosses drawn on it with black charcoal. The next night, the old man took the animal skin and used his skills to travel across Beiquan Mountain, as if he was comparing the terrain again. After another day, he got into a crack on the other side of the mountain. "He's really hardworking!" Gu Yuanqing chuckled. His mentality was becoming more peaceful at this moment. Judging from the marks on the map, the old man had been digging holes for a long time. (End of this chapter)