I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years - 368. 37. The fairy touches Ruding, knots hair and gives longevity

“You are the Heavenly Lord Zhuji?”

Lu Yuan was surprised and murmured:

“Should I be dreaming?”

He pinched his arm severely, and then had a pain, but he didn’t wake up and leave here.

“It’s true that you are dreaming, but the deity has already entered your dream, and you won’t wake up even if it hurts.”

“Zhenji Tianzun” said gently to Lu Yuan:

“Sit down, I’m here to help you break through.”

After that, he took another look at Lu Yuan, who was about to punch his face, and wrote lightly:

“This dream has an impact on reality. If you don’t want to live with your nose stuck in the future, don’t do it.”

Lu Yuan quickly put down his fists and sat down on the stone bench in front of Tianzun Zhuji, but he still asked:

“I don’t understand why you came to me. I don’t believe you can’t see it. I just paid my respects to my son and the white-haired man…Who can’t let me beat him. I am not yours. believer.”

“I know.”

Tianzun Zhuji smiled gently:

“But you will be.”

After he said, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the top of Lu Yuan’s head.

———–

Early the next morning, Lu Yuan woke up from the bed in his room.

His beloved wife was still asleep. She covered her head with a quilt to cover her bruised eyes. Lu Yuan felt that she obviously didn’t want to see people very much these days.

I don’t want to meet people either…

Lu Yuan sighed, sat up from the bed, and suddenly noticed something was wrong.

He twisted his shoulders, felt the sea of qi, and found that in his purple mansion, the true qi had actually converged from the odd meridian and eight veins, forming a majestic sea of qi, echoing the outside world, endlessly.

Unity of man and nature? I broke?

Lu Yuan stood up, walked to the bronze mirror, took off the plaster on his face, and looked at the person in the mirror.

Seeing that he was unharmed in the mirror, and his skin was fair, as if he was reborn, Lu Yuan took a breath.

———–

Closing the door of the yard, Lu Yuan left his home against the rising sun that was born in the early morning.

He wanted to take advantage of the early days, to try what it was like in the world’s top land immortal realm.

When he reached the end of the village, Lu Yuan saw a man who got up earlier than him was “smelling the chicken and dancing” in the dam of the village.

He is a beggar in the village. Although he is begging here, he is still recognized as a member of Qingshui Village. Everyone in the village has been in the rivers and lakes, and they all know the details of the beggar.

This beggar was previously a member of the Daxia Kingdom’s Beggar League. At the beginning, he was considered a well-known knight in the world. He even became the most hopeful person in the Beggar League to succeed the leader.

But later he was troubled by some things, so Xiu Zhi stopped on the sixth floor of the real world, and withdrew from the rivers and lakes disheartenedly, and went to Qingshui Village to beg. Lu Yuan and several elders in the village also took him in.

This guy is very good at inheriting the fist and kung fu of the self-begging league. Even Lu Yuan and Jie Qianrou have asked him for the essence of it. Now, this beggar is facing the new sunrise, practicing a set of palms. Fa and internal energy urged, a virtual image of a dragon and a tiger appeared in the palm of his fist, faintly, with extraordinary power.

“This tired fellow is actually punching?”

Lu Yuan was a little surprised.

Ever since the beggar came to Qingshui Village, he seemed to have lost all his fighting spirit, let alone martial arts. He didn’t even work to support himself. He spent all day begging on the streets of Qingshui Village, relying on the village’s hundreds of families. Live a meal.

Occasionally, the beggar would go to cheat the children in the village to eat the sugar paintings, which was very shameless.

After coming here to retreat, most of the people’s martial arts have gone further in constant exchanges. Only the beggar, his martial arts will not advance and retreat. Lu Yuan estimates that now he can match the previous him, and it is estimated that he will not be able to survive ten strokes. To die.

However, the always tired beggar actually got up early this morning and was still punching in the dam of the village. Seeing his fists blowing into the wind, it seemed that he was more diligent than before.

That guy actually broke through?

Lu Yuan rubbed his eyes, feeling that he was not still dreaming.

He stood aside, did not hide his breath, the beggar struck down with a set of punches, immediately spotted him, and immediately raised his hand lazily to greet him:

“Oh, village chief, you got up so early today? By the way, I heard yesterday that a brave guy beat up your wife. Is it true?”

“…”

Lu Yuan chose not to talk about the matter. He came to the beggar and looked at him with a strange expression.

“You also broke through?”

“That’s right, it’s the seventh level of reality.”

The beggar touched his head.

“It’s strange to say that yesterday I was bought by a white-haired man with a roast chicken and asked me to worship a god named Lao Shizi [Zhu Ji Tian Zun]. Then after I fell asleep last night, I dreamed that there was one to watch. The unclear white man came to my dream and taught me to punch. When I woke up this morning, I found that I had broken through.”

After a pause, he suddenly reacted and asked Lu Yuan in surprise:

“Wait, you just said [also], is it possible that the village chief, you too…”

“Yes, I also broke through.”

Lu Yuan raised his hand, and a layer of infuriating armor suddenly appeared on his body, covering his whole body, which was a sign of a land immortal.

“My day… Purple Qi came from the east, really broke through?”

The beggar horrified:

“You are afraid that you are the youngest land immortal in the martial arts for hundreds of years? It seems that now, the idea of our village has become harder.”

After thinking about it, he asked again:

“But how did you break through, chief of the village? Is it because you fought with all your strength on the villain who beat your wife yesterday, and then realized something in the battle and broke through on the spot?”

“no.”

Lu Yuan was a little embarrassed when he heard that, he replied:

“Yesterday… Yesterday I was also pulled by my son and worshipped the god named [Zhuji Tianzun]. At night, I suddenly dreamed that I had gone to a fairy mountain and met a man who couldn’t see his face. The man stretched out his hand and pressed my forehead once, and I had many insights. I woke up this morning and broke through inexplicably.”

“Wait…say so…”

The beggar touched his chin and said in surprise:

“Isn’t that white-haired man bluffing me, there really are gods in this world?”

“It seems so.”

Lu Yuan nodded helplessly.

“Whether that Zhuji Tianzun is a god or not, it does seem that there are some existences beyond our imagination in this world. In troubled times, Qian Rou and I had a relationship with the sect of blood joy. After passing the hand, those of them behaved abnormally, and some of their bodies were even distorted into a non-human appearance. We thought it was caused by the evil arts of the Blood Joy Sect, but now it seems…the one they believe in. Cthulhu, maybe it really exists.”

“I also heard that the prelude to the demise of the previous dynasty, the palace of the former dynasty was slaughtered in one day, and there were weird monsters at the gate of the palace fighting against the hand of the gods in the sky. I thought it was a rumor spread by the people, but now… …”

The beggar looked towards Lu Yuan, his eyes full of solemnity.

“In any case, we need an insider.”

Lu Yuan said:

“Isn’t the person who asked us to worship God hasn’t left yet? Just ask him if he wants to.”