Wang Yan's current realm is the realm of refining the spirit and returning to the void. If his vitality is depleted, his realm will not fall. It is precisely because the realm is placed here that no matter how serious the depletion is, it can be recovered in a short period of time.
Of course, the premise is that he did not hurt the source of Jindan.
When I was cultivating the supernatural powers Dafa in Laoshan, in seven years, although the cultivation base has increased, it still hasn't broken the middle stage of spiritual refinement.
From this we can see how difficult the road of cultivation is!
Wang Yan recovered his qi according to the Sleeping Dragon Pill, and adjusted his work and rest time back to the state before the practice. During the day, he either practiced the supernatural powers of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, or went to the mountains to collect herbs, and at night, he went to sleep to recuperate.
After all, how could all this good time be wasted on sleeping? The recovery of Jindan is not a one-time event, and it cannot be rushed.
Taking advantage of this time, it was time to study the method of subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.
This Dafa is not only about defeating large beasts and beasts, but also taming the beasts, which can easily control dragons and tigers.
For example, in ancient times, when Emperor Xuanyuan passed by a certain mountain, he once saw a strong man driving a fierce tiger to carry firewood to open the way. Another example is the story of Zhou Chu beheading Jiao and killing tigers to eliminate evil.
If you can master this method, the power it brings is infinite!
It's just that there is no master's guidance right now, and it's all about his own understanding. The progress is naturally very slow, and Wang Yan doesn't dare to rush for success. The main thing is to seek stability.
In addition, he will always pay attention to the changes in the city, visit the West Lake every once in a while, and use the candle dragon mirror to listen for news.
It had been more than two months, and there was still no sign of the lady, which made him quite suspicious that she might have left completely.
Although he thought so in his heart, he still wasn't ready to leave. Once Jin Dan had not fully recovered, he also wanted to wait a little longer.
In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, a heavy snow blows, dyeing the whole world white, and the north wind whistling. Although there is a biting cold, on the New Year's Eve, every household is bursting with firecrackers, and people's hearts are burning like fire.
"I Have a Scroll of Ghosts and Gods"
Since the beginning of the practice, Wang Yan has spent the New Year on the mountain. The brothers and sisters who have relatives and relatives will all take leave and go home at this time, reunited and warm.
As for me, sitting with my fellow brothers and sisters, and even my master, to have a meal, discuss a Taoism, and liven up the atmosphere, I don't seem lonely.
This New Year's Eve this year, although Wang Yan was alone, fortunately, he was used to it. He went shopping on the street that day and then returned to the cave.
This cave in Qixia Mountain has now become his home in Yuhang Mansion. Wang Yan named it Qingfeng Cave.
On New Year's Eve, the snow has stopped and the wind has not stopped.
In the Qingfeng Cave, Wang Yan lit a bonfire for lighting.
On the stone table, there are melons, fruits, coriander, wine, and water. On the chief position, there are offerings such as incense and candles. First, worship the heaven and earth, and then pay respect to the ancestors.
After all this was done, Wang Yan poured his own drink.
"Master! It's been another year, this glass of wine, the disciple will respect you first!"
Holding a wine glass, Wang Yan came out of the cave, and despite the raging cold wind, he remained motionless, facing the direction of Laoshan Mountain in the east, raising his glass and saying.
This festival has a special meaning for everyone in the world. There is a peach event in heaven, not to mention the human world
"My God, how unfair you are! Since I can't marry Yingtai again in this life, it's better to die, but it's painful!"
After toasting the master who was far away in Laoshan, after thinking of my lady, I poured another glass of wine and was about to raise the glass to respect each other. However, at this moment, there was a burst of complaints from the top of the Qingfeng Cave, and the voice came with the wind and was very clear.
Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, leaned out of the cave, and looked up.
Although the sky was dark, he could see clearly that a handsome man was standing on the edge of the cliff with a jug in his hand, and immediately slammed it down.
Wang Yan hurriedly retracted his body, stretched out his hand to look out, firmly grasped the jug in his hand, shook it, and the jug was empty.
"Who is it? High-altitude parabolic, do you have any quality?"
Wang Yan complained, in fact, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.
Listening to this person's words, it is obviously someone who wants to jump off a cliff.
However, not everyone can have the life of the protagonist, jump off a cliff without dying, and find martial arts secrets, so as to rise against the sky and hang everything.
Young people are impulsive, this is a common thing, as long as you calm down and think about it carefully, you will feel that you are really stupid.
In addition, this person didn't even find a good place to jump off the cliff, and he actually wanted to die in front of his door, and it was still such an auspicious day, how could he bear it!
"Alas! Since ancient times, there has been a lot of love and hatred, and this hatred will never end! Yingtai, we... see you in the next life..."
After the man finished speaking, tears fell on his cheeks, and his entire body immediately leaned forward.
A strong sense of weightlessness came, and the man closed his eyes and spread his arms, as if his heart was ashes, he saw through everything, and fell down sharply.
However, the expected severe pain did not come as expected. Instead, it felt that the speed of the fall was slowing down, as if it was lifted up by a soft force in the opposite direction.
"boom… "
With a muffled sound, the man landed on his butt and suddenly opened his eyes.
The first thing that catches the eye is a bonfire, followed by the stone table and bench, and even the fruit and wine on the table. This turned out to be a natural cave.
He did not fall to the bottom of the cliff, nor did he fall to his death.
"What can't you think of, you have to seek death?"
Wang Yan's voice sounded from behind, and the man turned back in fright.
"Who are you? Why are you saving me?"
Looking at Wang Yan, the man couldn't help but ask, and there was a complaint in his tone, as if someone was asking for trouble to save him.
This person's body is full of alcohol, and he is drunk.
"It doesn't matter who the poor Daoist is! The important thing is you, your body is hairy, and you have your parents. You don't cherish your life so much, but you can be worthy of your parents and relatives? Have you ever thought about your death, what should they do?"
Wang Yan's words were sonorous and powerful, and the man was stunned for a moment.
"Mother! I'm sorry baby..."
After a moment of silence, the man suddenly burst into tears.
"Alas! One slip of the earth will turn into eternal hatred. The poor man looks like a scholar when you look and dress up, but how can you be so unreasonable? There are always solutions to great difficulties. Why do you have to go down this dead end.
Wang Yan was earnestly enlightening, and at this moment he seemed like an elder.
In fact, this is really the case. According to his age, this person is in his early twenties at most, and his real age is not an exaggeration to be his father.
"Daoist! You saved me, I am very grateful, but the Taoist is a monk who will not understand the pain of the next!"
The man patted his butt, leaned on the stool, and sat down slowly.
"I'm really stupid. My classmate for three years, I don't even know her true face of Lushan. She loves me deeply, and I still... treat her as a close friend and brother. I'm so stupid, it's ridiculous! Hahahaha..."
The man picked up the jug on the table again and took two gulps.
Hearing this, Wang Yan basically understood what was going on. There are 80,000 words in the world, and only the word "love" hurts the most!