The memories stopped. Yang Sen looked at Zhang Xing's face carefully and found that his face was indeed four or five minutes similar to the Xiao Zhang in his memory.

"You said you are Zhang Ergou... Zhang Aijun's grandson."

“What can be proved.”

"Grandpa said, I made an agreement with you that year that after finding someone higher than yours, I will go up the mountain to find you to come out. He is old and cannot enter the mountain, so I will ask you to come out on my behalf."

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

"But, I'm no longer the same as I was forty years ago... Forget it, come in with me."

Yang Sen led Zhang to the thatched hut. After entering the house, Zhang Xing felt warm all over. The oil lamp illuminated the light. There was also a strange fragrance mixed with various Chinese medicine smells in the house. Various dried medicinal materials, animal bones, furs were placed in the corners of the house. In particular, various complete beast furs, wild wolves, wild bears, wild foxes were hung on all four walls... and even a large colorful tiger skin!

But there were no knives in the house. What’s even more strange is that the fur is very complete and there is no damage to Sihao.

Zhang Xing's eyes shrank, without knives, these beast skins, and even tiger skins, were he killed by his bare hands? Damn, this is the modern version of Wu Song!

However, it wouldn't be surprising if this person was really the Yang Wudi, who was said to be forty years ago by grandpa.

Under the light, Zhang Xing finally saw Yang Sen's face clearly. At first glance, he was about fifty years old, with gorgeous hair growing, seven-point black and three-point white, with simple and solemn faces. There were wrinkles between his cheeks and eyebrows, but his face was rosy, not as pale as an ordinary old man. After closer inspection, he felt that he was just a middle-aged man who had early hair in his forties, but his skin was still rosy that even a thirty-year-old man did not have. But when he looked at the pair of indifferent eyes that looked like the sea and the coldness of the world, he was older than his grandfather.

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

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

"You are really good at maintaining your health. You look in your forties."

"Can you say that your Chinese martial arts skills have already practiced the legendary Dan power?"

"good."

"No wonder, no wonder... I heard from my grandfather that you had already entered the magic power forty years ago, so it is not surprising that you can practice Dan power."

Speaking of the realm of national martial arts, Zhang Xing's interest also came. Before the Taoist Zhenren was born, Zhang Xing was quite obsessed with national martial arts for a while.

He said excitedly:

"I have seen it in the novel of Chinese martial arts. It says that Chinese martial arts has three levels of light and dark transformation. Above the transformation, it is the elixir of holding the elixir and sitting on the hips. Above the elixir, it is the elixir of stepping on the elixir, and above the elixir, it is the elixir of stepping on the elixir, and above the elixir, it is the elixir of not being damaged, and the realm of seeing the gods. Going up, there is a spiritual realm that can be seen without seeing or hearing, and you can avoid danger, and reach the city, and you can know the spiritual realm before."

"I dare to ask, which level have you always reached?"

"Breaking the void, you can see the god... the way of sincerity can be known before..."

Yang Sen did not answer Zhang Xing's question as soon as possible, but was slowly chewing the words of these two realms. His mouth was slapped and slamming his mouth, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had eaten some delicious delicacies.

"Okay! There are fellow masters outside the mountain. Yang has been sitting alone in the deep mountains for forty years, but he doesn't expect that he is a little bit observing the sky."

"According to your words, Yang should only be the realm of seeing the gods. As for the spiritual realm that he knew sincerely, he only felt a piece of fur with half a corner."

"Although Mr. Yang has explored these two realms, he has always felt that although these two levels are mysterious, he is still in the level of "refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, refining emptiness into Taoism" among the four major realms of Taoism cultivation."

"This is not as wonderful as the summary of these two sentences."

"Yang believes that the three realms of national martial arts turning into light and darkness are only the realm level of skills, and they are successively revolved in the three realms of "refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness."

"These three realms are just the realm of skill, not the spiritual realm of 'entering the Tao'. Only by understanding the wonderfulness of the elixir of holding the elixir and sitting on the hips can one be considered to be the realm of entering the Tao."

"After comprehension of the alchemy, the practice of national martial arts has returned to the third level of "refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness."

"Whether it is the Dan power or the Gang power, it is still a refining essence into qi."

"Breaking the void can see the gods, which happens to be refining qi and transforming into gods."

"As for the way of sincerity, you can know it before you can count the trace of spiritual refining and become empty."

"Along the way, Yang can only speculate that it should be the state of unity between man and nature that can break the limits of the human body and refine the emptiness and the Tao."

"Has there been masters outside the mountain practicing this martial arts state of refining the emptiness and combining the way of heaven and man?"

Speaking of this, Yang Sen's eyes were already shining, and he looked at Zhang Xing with an implicit excitement.

"Uh...bad, almost the same..."

Zhang Xing thought about it and said that after practicing Taoist true man to the innate realm and practicing innate true qi, it can be considered as the state of unity between man and nature? Anyway, he has the word "Heaven".

But, you are practicing martial arts, and they are cultivating immortals...

"Okay! Then let's go and go down the mountain now!"

"Yang can't wait."

When Zhang Xing heard this, his face became bitter. I said, "Big Boss, do you know how hard it was for me to get up the mountain?"

It's dark now, you want me to go down the mountain, isn't this going to cost me half of my life?

"No, no, don't worry, Mr. Yang, it's dark now, it's hard to walk on the night road, and it's still a mountain road. Can we leave tomorrow morning?"

"Oh by the way, you can read these two books first in the evening."

Zhang took half his life to think about it and quickly took out two books, either, but "Basic Internal Strength" and "Twelve Levels of Qi Training".

"Hmm? This is..."

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

"Listen to me, I will tell you slowly. This master is truly a master. He only knows that his Dharma name is Taoist 1. He is a scholar. He dressed as a monk at first, and then dressed as a Taoist priest. He claimed that he was neither monk nor Taoist, and said that he was a Buddha and Taoist 1. It was only a matter of one thought."

"At first, everyone respectfully called him the Taoist Holy Monk, but now everyone respectfully called him the Taoist True Man."

"It is said...of course, I heard from others that this Tao Yi Zhenren is not a modern person, but may be a time traveler."

"What is a time traveler? Well, this explanation is a bit troublesome. How to say it, it is..."

That night, the lights in the hut remained unstoppable all night. Zhang Xing finished talking about everything about Daoyi Zhenren to Yang Sen in the middle of the night, and finally fell asleep on Yang Sen's bed.

However, Yang Sen read the two books all night and thought about them all night until the next day Zhang Xing slept until the sun was three times.

Zhang Xing woke up from his confusion and saw Yang Sen sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a solemn appearance, and it was obvious that he was practicing internal skills.

"You're awake?"

"Let's go, Yang can't wait."
Chapter completed!