Ye Yian's words surprised the dead even more deeply, so he simply asked directly, "Which sect is your master in?"

After hearing the question, Ye Yian shook his head slowly. Although he didn't say anything, he naturally recalled the answer he answered when he asked about this on the same day, "It's not too late to say that the master is when you reach the realm of true elixir, otherwise it would be useless to say it, but it's just a shackle."

The living dead man said "hey", "There are such masters and apprentices in the world! Let me ask you, what do you call your master?"

"What are you asking so much?"

"Don't you want to know more about your master and your sect?"

After a long silence, Ye Yian said, "My teacher Ye Tianwen calls himself Yunxiang Jushi"

"Ye Tianwen..." The living dead man shook his head, "I have never heard of this person in a certain family. Are you practicing the inner or outer alchemy path?"

"Inner Alchemy"

"Then you have a good talent. Is it the Golden Elixir or the Talisman in the inner elixir?"

"Tactics"

"What kind of exercises are you practicing?"

"Peiyuan Jue"

Hearing this answer, the Living Dead shook his head again, "At least five out of the ten practitioners in the world practiced "Peiyuan Jue" in the Yuandan stage. They are just a big deal. Because there are too many people practicing, there is nothing to see from the martial arts. What you said is equivalent to not saying it."

After waiting for a while, the living dead suddenly remembered something, "By the way, the operation routes of "Peiyuan Jue" when guiding and transporting the original spiritual power of heaven and earth are different from north to south. If practitioners from southern generations mostly follow the eight extraordinary meridians to enter the Dan acupoints, while those in northern generations are transporting spiritual power along the Ren Du and one and two other meridians, what is your master teaching you?"

"None of the two you said is. The "Peiyuan Jue" taught by my master is a route that follows the twelve serious transportation routes."

"Twelve serious? How is it possible?"

"It originates from the lung meridian, and then enters the Dan point through the stomach meridian, spleen meridian, kidney meridian and triple burner meridians. I have practiced this technique for nine years, how can it be impossible?"

The living dead man didn't speak for a long time, as if he was thinking about the principles of the twelve serious exercises. After a long time, he spoke again, "As you said, this method of exercise should focus on washing the meridians and bones of the whole body, but instead putting the elixir behind. When practicing, practitioners are afraid that the elixir is too slow. Isn't this method of twelve serious exercises putting the cart before the horse? How long will it take to form the Yuan Dan after practicing this?"

This time, Ye Yian answered quickly, "This is a bad saying. Practitioners must not just focus their minds on the elixir point. This is a short-sighted view. Although Yuandan is condensed on the elixir point, the elixir point is only one corner of the human body no matter how important it is. In terms of the inner alchemy, the human body is a cauldron. The cauldron is not solid. Even if it can be condensed into the Yuandan, the foundation is not solid, which only adds a lot of trouble to the spiritual elixir stage after the Yuandan. On the contrary, when you cultivate the Yuan Dynasty, you first consolidate the cauldron and then think about condensing the elixir. It seems to be exhausting, but in fact it is twice the result with half the effort."

"This is your master's original words? Humph, you remember it's quite familiar." After hearing Ye Yian say yes, the living dead immediately asked, "How long has it been taken to condense into the Yuan Dan from the day you practice?"

"Eight Years"

"Eight years! It's really not slow, it's better than half the effort." After sighing, the living dead said again: "No, no."

"What's wrong?"

"The "Peyuan Jue" has been passed down for hundreds of years. Over the past few hundred years, so many people have selected it as an introductory technique in the Yuandan period, which is enough to prove its classics. Such classic techniques have long been well understood. How difficult is it to come up with a unique idea? Since your master can innovate and have such insights, this person has no name, why hasn't he heard of it before?"

Seeing that the living dead could not tell the master's origin, and even whether he was a southerner or a northerner, Ye Yian was inevitably disappointed.

"Forget it, since you can't see the clues of the martial arts, let's try the magic. Since you are practicing the talisman path, what is the most powerful talisman when attacking the enemy now?"

"I won't attack the enemy." Before the dead asked again, Ye Yian had already said: "I am practicing the white talisman technique."

Hearing this answer, the living dead were speechless, "What exactly did your master want to do? Let you also be a Taoist priest with a furry bull nose?"

In general, talisman techniques can be divided into two categories, namely the white talisman technique and the black talisman technique. The white talisman claims to accumulate external skills by doing good deeds, praying for prayers without defilement, and there are some methods of being disgusted by ghosts, calming the spirit, protecting the body, protecting the house, avoiding plague, avoiding the earth, stopping waste, farming, and benefiting silkworms; the black talisman claims to accumulate external skills by killing evil, killing evil, killing demons, and eliminating evil.

For thousands of years, except for Taoist Taoists who specialize in practicing white talismans, the random cultivators of the talismans chose black talismans in their magic selection without exception, with few exceptions. In this context, Ye Yian's white talismans seem extremely alternative.

There are so many strange things that I can’t use my previous experience and judgment at all. At this point, the living dead no longer asks. Ye Yian didn’t ask him anything, thinking about his own thoughts.

The master is really strange. He can't even see hard work in his practice, so he can imagine it when teaching his disciples. Even if he sometimes takes time to teach himself, he will focus on the cloud texts of drawing talismans, and his magic is extremely sloppy. If he asks too much, he will get bored.

It seems that in his opinion, the mystery contained in the cloud text that reveals the secrets of drawing talismans are more important than practical techniques and even martial arts.

In addition to Yunwen, he taught himself more things, such as matters that were not related to practice, such as poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Because his master worked very hard in teaching these things, Ye Yian often felt confused before. Should he be under a practitioner or in a private school? What should the disciple the master wants look like?

"At least your master did something right. If it weren't for his serious "Peiyuan Jue" that had trained your body, you would have been rotten in this black prison." After a while of silence, the living dead put down this sentence and blocked the thick blue brick. Ye Yian sat silently for a while, then stood up and chanted poetry and books.

This is not only the homework taught by the master before, but also one of the things Ye Yian has found for himself. In this deadly black prison, one of the laws of survival is to learn to find things for himself. This homework has lasted for more than three years.

Time passes slowly, and in this black prison that can make people feel depressed and desperate, Ye Yian tried his best to maintain the rhythm of life he set. Whenever he recites the beautiful poems of famous wise men, he would close his eyes slightly to calm his thoughts and sink his whole body into the beautiful and graceful artistic conception of the poem, allowing his thoughts and soul to fly and stretch in the magnificent rivers, clear mountains and rivers and gorgeous scenery created by the poem.

The body is a world, and the heart is a world. This is Ye Yian's biggest magic weapon against the Black Prison.

However, the living dead man disappeared after the long talk last time. During this period, Ye Yian wanted to take out the blue bricks and talk to him several times, but the blue bricks were stuck on the other side. This was a conventional signal between the two parties. Seeing that he had no intention of having a conversation, Ye Yian had to give up.

Gradually, more than 60 time-keeping scratches were added on the wall of Cell No. 7, and there was no obvious change in the black prison, but Ye Yian gradually felt a slight restlessness. This was a feeling that could only be understood but not expressed. From the moment when he first felt this breath, as every day passed, this feeling would become deeper and more obvious.

Seventy days later, the blue bricks were moved away again, and the dark red pupils of the living dead were revealed again, "What will be the next five days?"

This question was really abrupt. Ye Yianmo calculated it before saying, "The fifteenth day of July should be the Zhongyuan Festival."

This dynasty is admiring Taoism, and today's Zi is even more so. The so-called "the superiors have something to like," the subordinates must have even more. Because of him, the Sanyuan Festival, which has a deep connection with the Taoist sect in recent decades, has been highly valued. Five days later, July 15th is the day of the Zhongyuan Festival in the Sanyuan Festival.

"Who cares about the Bird Festival with the Misty-Furry Bull Nose? Let me ask you, what day is July 15?"

"Are you talking about the Ghost Festival?" According to legend, July 15th is the day when the Ghost Pass is open every year, so the people in the market will burn incense and paper to worship their ancestors on this night. It is not known whether the Ghost Pass will open on July 15th. However, as a practitioner, he knew that this day was indeed the day with the most yin energy and death in the year.

"It's Ghost Festival" The low voice of the living dead man actually had a slight tremor. Seeing that his dark red pupils could not hide the excitement in his dark red pupils, Ye Yian suddenly woke up and found that the restless aura he felt these days actually came from him.

What's going on with the Living Dead, "Oh, what's wrong with the Ghost Festival?"

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak but stopped. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ye Yian didn't ask any more questions, and made a gesture to change to other topics. Many times, even if others didn't ask about this place, he wanted to say something. Black prison is so lonely!

Sure enough, the Living Dead suddenly said, "This year's Ghost Festival is the seven-star day that is once every three hundred years."

The seven stars confront the sun, the image of Taiyin!

Ye Yian looked at the dead man, but saw that he had lost his head and shrank back after throwing this sentence, and was restoring the blue bricks at this moment.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control what he shouldn't say?

Since this clueless response, Ye Yian, whose curiosity was aroused, had more thoughts. What is the relationship between the seven-star strife and the living dead? What secret is he hiding?
Chapter completed!