Spiritual Qi Recovery: I Am Back As A Fairy

Chapter 108 Boatman, Watching The Sea, Listening To The Wind, Practicing The Sword

Guan Yunshan.

Uncle Li came back from the mountain tour, took off his wet raincoat, and couldn't help complaining: "This is really a ghostly weather. It has been raining for seven days in a row. I heard that Linhai City is even more terrifying. It rained heavily a while ago and almost flooded the city. gone."

"Spiritual Qi is recovering, and I don't know if there is a Dragon King. Can you take care of the weather."

As a member of the government, and as a firefighter, he encountered many strange things during his mission, and later experienced Uncle Wang Bo. Uncle Li still has a certain understanding of Spiritual Qi recovery.

"Of course there is a Dragon King, but it's just an evil dragon who doesn't care about anyone."

"What about the city god, can the city god take care of it?" Uncle Li said with deep resentment, "The mountain is already very foggy, if it stays wet all day like this, my old cold legs will suffer again."

Su Ze shook his head: "The Yin Division can only manage the affairs of the dead, but cannot intervene in the affairs of the world."

Otherwise, the Dragon Palace angered Xia Guo before, and the people in the government would not be so anxious.

Looking at Uncle Li who was drenched and suffering from the chill in the mountains, Su Ze slowly poured him a cup of hot tea: "Uncle Li, have a cup of tea, it can drive away the cold."

Uncle Li picked up a cup, blew a few breaths of cool air, and drank it all in one gulp, with endless aftertaste in amazement: "Su Ze, you not only make good wine, but also the technology of making tea is first-class. What kind of tea did you use? teach me?"

Su Ze pointed to the hair tip behind Uncle Li, "It's everywhere on the mountain, you can pick it anywhere."

Uncle Li's face immediately turned bitter: "I've used this to soak, and it's not as good as yours."

"That's because there is a lack of Spiritual Qi." Su Ze said, "You wait until there is dew in the morning, and then pick it between 4 o'clock and 5 o'clock. Just when the sun rises into the sky, it will naturally be sweet and mellow."

"Want to get up early?"

Uncle Li kept shaking his head: "When I was young and training, I hated getting up early every day. Now that I am so old, I can finally sleep in and enjoy the blessings, so forget it."

Su Ze smiled wordlessly.

"By the way, did you sell the vermilion fruit you found last time?" Su Ze asked.

Uncle Li's current physical condition does not look like a person who has taken Zhu Guo.

"Not for sale." Uncle Li held the tea and savored it carefully.

Su Ze was taken aback: "Why?"

"Several tens of billions are too much. I am an ordinary person. What do I need so much money to do? Those who have no merit will receive a generous salary. That is a disaster. I simply donated it to the country."

"It just so happens that there is a very important person in Shenzhou who urgently needs this treatment. When they heard it, they didn't want me in vain. They said that if there are people in the family, they can be sent to the mountains to practice and be trained as personal disciples."

"It seems to be called... what kind of god is it, yes, it is called Shen Xiaozong..."

Hearing this, even Su Ze couldn't help admiring him, and praised: "Worldly fame and wealth can blind people's eyes, Uncle Li can see through it, he is not an ordinary person, and future generations will have great blessings."

He also had a certainty in his heart that this big man might be the old Taoist Chi Xiao.

In order to protect the country of Xia, that guy fought against the Holy Mother of the White Lotus Demon Sect before he recovered, and ended up losing both sides.

It's just that the Holy Mother of the White Lotus refrained from burning incense and quickly healed her wounds. Chi Xiao was not so lucky and remained half-dead.

At this time, Uncle Li's eyes suddenly looked at the seat next to him, where there was also a cup of tea, which seemed to be different from the one he drank. It was red, like blood, steaming and scalding.

With that said, he was about to pick it up and try it out.

Su Ze stretched out his hand and quickly stopped him: "Uncle Li, you can't drink this tea."

Uncle Li was stunned: "Why?"

At this moment, complex emotions appeared rarely in Su Ze's eyes. He thought of the old man who made a living from fishing, and the old boatman who always had a rusty sword on his waist.

For thirty years like a day, with a mortal body, he only cultivated the dragon-slaying sword in his hand.

"Because of this tea...Thirty years of drinking ice, the blood is hard to cool, it is extremely hot, you can't drink it."

...

"Wild Taoist, what do you eat and drink when you stay on this deserted island for many years?"

One day, a fishing boat came up from the sea, and on board stood a young man with rough and dark skin wearing a bamboo hat.

Trapped on the island by the power of divine punishment, Su Dingxin, unable to leave, was sitting on the rock in meditation, slowly opening his eyes from the state of enlightenment.

"If I say that I can drink wind and eat dew, catch stars and moon, do you believe it or not?" Su Dingxin said to him with a smile.

"I don't believe it, what you said is a fairy." The young boatman curled his lips and said.

"What are immortals? They're just a bunch of thieves."

He was in a good mood just now when he realized something, so he sat on the rock and chatted with him a little leisurely.

"Tch, who wouldn't speak big words."

While lowering the net, the young boatman complained, "If you are really capable, why didn't you help us catch the evil dragon here?"

"We have been making waves for a Hundred Years, so that we can't catch a big fish, and we have to worry about floods all the time. Let us send a rich tribute to the evil dragon sacrifice every year."

Su Dingxin raised his head, glanced at the dense dark clouds in the sky, and said disgustedly: "It is indeed an evil dragon, it only cares for its own enjoyment, and does not care about the lives and deaths of fishermen."

"But there are more than one dragon family in the world, why don't you ask other real dragons for help?"

"Why didn't you ask for help?"

The young boatman complained deeply, "We are the West Sea, and we have worked so hard to beg the Dragon King of the East Sea to make the weather smoother. See what that guy said?"

"The dragon clan in the world is one family. It cannot exceed the rules and cannot interfere in the affairs of the West Sea. The two sides just push back and forth like this, regardless of the time."

"It is said that the fishermen in the east have a harder life than us."

Hearing this, Su Ding's eyes narrowed slightly, and he made a promise: "Then you wait for me, and when I get out of this island, I will help you slay the dragon."

"Then when will you leave this desert island?"

Su Ding thought for a while, and said seriously: "It will probably take another fifty years."

Even though his whole body is in chaos now, and Heavenly Dao does not exist under his senses, he is confident that in another fifty years, he will be able to break through the state of calmness and enter the fourth state of sitting and forgetting.

Those who have nothing to use in life must go.

Those who are useful in life must also give it up.

This is called simplicity.

Seeing clearly the essence of the so-called immortals in the sky, there is no need to continue this Heavenly Dao, and everything can be discarded.

From then on, he will cut off the so-called Indistinguishable Dao, the communication link between years of cultivation and heaven and earth, and turn it into his own way with minimalism.

Heavenly Dao trapped him on this desert island for more than 900 years, and the power of divine scourge that kept falling down could not do anything to him since he severed all ties with Dao.

But he only listened to the young boatman, smiled carelessly, and touched the rusty sword in his hand: "Wild Taoist, it's been too long, I might as well sharpen my sword and kill the dragon myself."

"You're a mortal, you can't kill a dragon."

"If I can't kill it, I will kill it. The wind and waves blown by that evil dragon destroyed my home and swallowed up my family. My father, old folks are lonely and homeless, this hatred is irreconcilable!"

"I spent all my money in exchange for a sword manual. As long as I watch the sea every day and listen to the wind every night, I can cultivate the Dragon Slaying Sword!"

The young boatman took out a tattered sword manual from his pocket, and stroked it carefully, like a peerless treasure.

And Su Dingxin could tell at a glance that it was just a low-level sword manual, and he couldn't even cultivate magic power.

"This fish is for you to eat, let's go, the sea is rough."

subsequently.

A few fish less than two taels were thrown up by the young boatman, so he rowed away and began to watch the sea, listen to the wind, and practice his sword.

Su Dingxin watched the fish under his feet silently, and pointed out that he wanted to impart Supernatural Power to help the young boatman slay the dragon, but the power of divine punishment surrounded by deserted islands silently resolved it.

He looked up at the sky, and mocked in a low voice: "Heavenly Dao, I'm really afraid that the Supernatural Power of his own way will spread."

The fourth level is not successful, even if it is oral transmission, it can't break through the scourge of heaven and pass it on, the law cannot be passed on.

Now, all his powers are isolated by Heavenly Dao.

In this way, Su Dingxin could only sit on the rocks of the deserted island and watch the young boatman watch the sea every day and listen to the wind every night for thirty years.

In the blink of an eye, I saw him practice from the weak crown to the fated one, and he would eat the small fish he gave him from time to time in the middle.

until a certain day.

The rusty Sword Ray in his hand shone brightly, and the mottled rust completely faded away. When he slashed out with a sword, the strong wind and waves stagnated, like a broken sea, unable to close for a long time.

Watching the sea for 30 years, listening to the wind for 30 years, enduring loneliness is like drinking ice all day long, still hot and hard to cool, finally become a sword!

But Su knew with confidence.

Just relying on this to want to kill the dragon is not enough.