Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 902 There is someone at Bai Yunsheng

"You've been drinking too much, and you're starting to get drunk, you'd better go to bed first!" Xu Guangling said with a smile.

"Nonsense, it's only a jar of wine, how could this old man get drunk!"

"Okay, okay, you're not drunk, I know, I know!"

Gan Congshi was drunk and sleepy, but with Xu Guangling's support, he walked towards the bedroom in the thatched cottage.

indeed.

Not to mention one jar of wine, but ten jars of wine, as long as a cultivator in the Qi-inducing state does not want to get drunk, he will not get drunk.

Gan Congshi want to get drunk?

It does not matter.

The important thing is that he needs to be drunk at this time.

Only when you are drunk can you speak drunk words.

"Xiaolingzi, may I worship you as my teacher?"

Even if the cultivators don't care about small details, even if they have "forgotten friendships", it is too sensational for an old man who is almost two hundred years old to worship a young man who is only ten years old as his teacher.

I really want to worship the teacher.

Gan Congshi is the master of the Pharmacist Hall, what do you think about the people who go up and down in the entire Pharmacist Hall?
Gan Congshi is the elder of the Gan family, a middle-ranking family, and he is definitely that kind of "super elder". What do the entire Gan family think?
What do those old friends, allies, and enemies of Gan Cong style think?
What will Annan County, Nanzhou, and the Empire think?
There is no doubt that this kind of behavior, which has never been seen before, will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Annan County, and then spread throughout the entire Nanzhou and the Empire in a sandstorm-like manner, and even become an anecdote in other countries.

In the world of life, you are subject to various constraints.

No matter how chic and indifferent a cultivator is, it is impossible to be truly alone, with nothing else to worry about.

This only considered Gan Congshi's side, not Xu Guangling's side.

If Xu Guangling really had such a teacher, would he allow Gan Congshi, a bad old man, to do it?

So apprenticeship or something can only be drunk talk.

But if you are drunk, you are not drunk.

Through this drunken remark, Gan Congshi showed his attitude, which can also be called a gesture.

That is to face Xu Guangling in the way of a disciple in a certain sense outside of "Wangnianjiao".

In fact, he didn't need to do this at all. Xu Guangling had already passed on his "open-fighting boxing training", and also began to show him the "Wooden Pan Sutra", a secret record that far surpassed his family's inheritance, and even confessed to him "Ningqi San", "Tongtianshu", and "Mr." all exist.

Even if you don't say this, depending on the situation, what Xu Guangling should teach will still be taught to him.

But this gift is too big, and it is unacceptable to be willing to accept it without making any representations.

That's why, through wine, through drunken words, he said this word.

Did Xu Guangling respond?
Responded.

"I know."

Therefore, Gan Congshi could go to sleep comfortably, feeling very relieved.

Xu Guangling also fell asleep, the sun was just rising, the fresh air was still there, and the mountain breeze was blowing so that he could sleep.

That is to say, while lying down, the life orifice that has been opened is also the only one that has been opened so far. It operates on its own, harmonizes yin and yang, adjusts the ups and downs, connects the inside and outside, and turns clear and turbid.

The ubiquitous spiritual energy in the valley was slowly absorbed, but after entering the body, this spiritual energy was rejected by the life orifice, it didn't take any of it, it was only used as a transfer.

The aura transformed by the fate orifice, in an unnamed energy form, travels and permeates Xu Guangling's body, from bones to viscera, from limbs to blood, but does not involve veins and orifices.

After a period of experience and thinking, Xu Guangling probably also understood that the aura is currently between clear and turbid for him.

For bones, viscera, limbs, and blood, Reiki is "clean" and can effectively penetrate, moisturize, and enhance its properties.

But for the veins and the various orifices, the aura is "turbid" and is rejected.

Especially the life orifice, which is the root orifice, Xu Guangling can even anthropomorphically imagine the boredom on his face, absorbing and transforming these auras for the body's use with a very impatient but helpless look.

Yes, it doesn't need to.

But the body needs it.

In addition to it and them, the body, the wider area, still needs the aura for ascension.

"Hehe, I'm almost equivalent to a 'banished immortal' now. The most precious aura in the world is still half-clear to me, so that, at the most critical and core level, it is simply Dirty."

"Then now, what should be what is really 'clear' to me, and where does it exist?"

According to the aura index, one can easily locate a place, whether it is a mortal place, a holy place, a spiritual place, etc. This kind of distinction is very simple, and Xu Guangling was able to do it very early in his previous life.

But how to distinguish the world of the previous life from the world of the present?

Of course, Xu Guangling's intention is not to really distinguish between these two worlds, but to establish something similar to the human health index and aura index to distinguish and locate different worlds.

If this index can be worked out, he can probably know what kind of world will be "clear" to him in the future.

This kind of thing that is far beyond his current knowledge structure needs the help of Jiantianjing.

I don't know when Po Xiaotian will wake up.

But in fact, there is no rush.

This world, which is obviously wider and more complex than the previous life, is waiting for his exploration.

And not just the outside world.

Even in practice, hasn't he gained a lot in the past ten years?

Even great gains.

So, really no rush.

Let's do it.

And see.

Look at the infinite scenery here.

The only small regret is that he, the "banished immortal", is not addicted to alcohol, and cannot walk around the world with a gourd on his waist like Li Qinglian in his previous life. When he is tired from walking, he takes off the gourd and raises his head, grunting.

Drink it down and talk about the wind and dust.

Jiufen drips on the ground, offering sacrifices to the mountains and water, and to the heaven and the earth.

Just in the daydream, unconsciously, the life orifice stopped functioning, which also means that the micro-transformation process of the body this time is over, and one can get up, cook and eat.

On a new day, in the Valley of the Medicine Kings, the relationship between the old and the young has not changed in any way.

If we insist on a change, it means that there is one more chess game than before.

Of course, that old man always loses, loses, loses, and so far, there is no hope of winning a game.

But Xu Guangling started tinkering with a small gadget.

That is to make new chessboards and chess pieces.

They are all exiled, so naturally they can't make those unstyled things, such as what kind of fragrant wood and hardwood are used.

Xu Guangling invoked the ability of "the bulk of medicine" to pick grass, wood, flowers, and vines from the mountains, knead them into juice, and then expose the juice to powder, and let Gan Congshi play its role as a "hercule" , to condense those powders into chess pieces and chessboards.

There is no need to doubt the strength of Hercules.

Those finished chess pieces and chessboards are very hard. They are obviously made from plants, flowers and vines, and they are all their juices, but now they sound like gold and iron.

Even Gan Congshi himself can't break it for a while.

Of course, the point is not this.

The focus is on the overall light blue chessboard, and the spare five-color chess pieces, red, white, blue, yellow, and black.

Every kind or every set of chess pieces exudes a special faint fragrance.

As soon as the scent was released, Gan Congshi sniffed it fiercely, and then looked at Xu Guangling with suspicious eyes.

Xu Guangling didn't explain, just smiled.

Afterwards, apart from the daily chess games, the whole chessboard was collected by Gan Congshi in his thatched cottage.

He is obviously not afraid of falling or touching chess pieces, but when he handles them, he handles them with care and gentleness, treating them as if they are supreme treasures. ——

In a sense, this is also true.

(End of this chapter)