Taoist companions help me live forever

A luxury car stopped in front of a villa.

Xia Wei said goodbye to her best friend, made an appointment for tomorrow, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked into her family's big villa step by step.

As soon as she entered the door, she couldn't help but hugged her weak arms.

The air in the room was a bit cold.

In the living room, his half-brother Ling Yun was half-lying on the sofa watching TV.

There was a white bandage hanging on his left arm, and there were some bruises on the corners of his mouth and eyes. He was holding the remote control in his right hand and kept adjusting the channel. In the end, he seemed not to find a satisfactory program. He slammed the remote control on the coffee table with a look of anger on his face. .

But seeing Xia Wei come back, Ling Yun's eyes lit up, and his anger dissipated instantly, and he changed from a wolf dog to a milk dog.

"sister."

Ling Yun said hello and smiled very cutely.

Xia Wei looked at the injuries on Ling Yun's face and said helplessly:

"Uncle has told you so many times not to get into trouble. This time, your hand is broken. Next time, you may have to break your leg or even lose your life. Na Lian Xiao is the son of the school director. His family has a deep background, and he has a lot of experience with the expedition fleet. In some relationships, there are still nobles standing behind them.

What he wanted to pursue was Zhao Lin, I was just accidentally involved.

It was nothing, and I didn't suffer much.

Now that you are troubling him, you will make people hate me.

I have told Zhao Lin this time that Lian Xiao will not continue to cause trouble for you.

It won't be long before your uncle will lift your ban and let you go out.

Remember this next time and don't get me into trouble again. In the end, I will be the one to wipe your ass. "

Although this family is a reorganized family, the family atmosphere is very good.

Uncle Ling is her mother's college classmate. I heard that he used to be a poor boy, but later made his own business from scratch, and is now considered a moderate businessman in Jinghai City.

Her mother, on the other hand, came from a well-known family. When she was young, she insisted on going her own way. She had a lifelong private relationship with a pretty boy and got pregnant. She had a falling out with the family because of this.

As a result, the pretty girl couldn't bear the family pressure behind her mother, so she took all the money and ran away on an ordinary day.

Originally, her mother could have aborted the child in her belly and continued to go home and be a wealthy lady.

As a result, her mother insisted on giving birth to her.

The result of this is that he becomes a marginalized person in the family.

Later, at a party, I met Uncle Ling again, who was slightly successful at that time, and was fiercely pursued by Uncle Ling.

When she was eight years old, her mother married Uncle Ling.

Now her mother works in a certain department in the city. She has no real power. She is just a sinecure with a good salary. She has a good name when she goes out to parties with other ladies.

Uncle Ling used the name of the Xia family's son-in-law to continue to expand his business and now has a net worth of hundreds of millions.

But merchants are just businessmen. Even if they have some money, they are still far behind the nobles in New Year.

So in this conflict, Ling Yun had his arm broken, and without any compensation, he had to apologize to others and was ordered to shut up and think about his mistakes.

She even had to find her best friend to help spread the word to avoid further trouble.

"Sister, you are the best."

Ling Yun opened his hand and wanted to hug him.

Xia Wei dodged away without leaving a trace, frowned and said:

"You have so many hands and feet, you are so old, you still thought you were a child."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Ling Yun's eyes, but he retorted:

"Sister, don't always lecture me in an elder's tone. People who don't know may think you are my mother. You are only a few months older than me."

"That's your sister too. Do you understand that elder sisters are like mothers?"

Xia Wei crossed Ling Yun and went upstairs.

She knew that Ling Yun had always had some vague feelings for her, otherwise he wouldn't have heard that she was being bullied, so he would have gone out of his way to find someone to cause trouble.

But Ling Yun is not her type.

He is too childish.

Perhaps it was her childhood experiences that made her desperately long for a sense of security.

If she really had to choose a man, what she wanted was a man who could absolutely conquer her.

Somehow.

Xia Wei thought of the mysterious man she met in the library today.

"What does that person look like?!"

Xia Wei was surprised to find that she could not recall the appearance of that person.

You must know that although her memory is not as extraordinary as photographic memory, she will never forget the appearance of a person she just met.

"perhaps……"

She touched the purse around her waist again, feeling a little hopeful in her heart.

"It's a gift from fate."

…

Went downstairs for dinner and returned to the room.

Xia Wei did not rush to explore the gift, but took a bath first, put on comfortable pajamas, and put herself in a relatively soothing state.

At this moment, she was not wearing the slightly old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses. It could be seen that the ends of her eyes were slightly upward, as if they were hooked. Even though she did not move at all, she was just a pair of eyes, looking watery. There's something foxy about it.

At a very young age, she knew that appearance was both an asset and a curse.

Before she can grasp the strength of this capital, she should be less exposed to others.

She took out the transparent card from her purse.

The card was about a finger long, very thin, and transparent in texture, without the cheap feel of plastic. It looked like some kind of crystal. Through the light, she could see stars twinkling inside.

She stared for a long time.

Gradually, the flashing starlight began to flow, converging into some strange characters.

She could have sworn she had never seen such writing.

But somehow, the meaning of the words entered her mind along with her sight.

"The introductory technique "Innate Qi Training Technique"..."

She gradually closed her eyes and fell into a state of sleep. A series of mysterious information flowed from her mind. The spiritual energy in the air that had been dormant for many years began to become active. It was absorbed into her body bit by bit. Heaven, enters the Dantian and turns into drops of pure mana.

Wait until you wake up the next day.

Xia Wei sat blankly at the dressing table.

The woman in the mirror seems to be glowing, with a kind of beauty that washes away the lead and reveals the beauty of hibiscus.

Even she had to admit that she was beautiful at this moment.

She was clear-headed, energetic, and seemed to be full of strength.

Suddenly, Xia Wei seemed to think of something. She rubbed her fingers gently, and a sharp ice edge appeared between her fingers.

The ice edge grew longer and longer until it turned into an ice sword more than three feet long.

The ice sword slowly penetrated the wall, like a red-hot knife and fork cutting into butter, without any obstruction.

This seemingly ordinary ice sword is comparable to the legendary magical weapon that can cut iron like clay.

Xia Wei felt that some magical power in her Dantian was drained away for a moment, but it slowly recovered over time.

"Ice Arrow, it's true."

The magical power that exists in the Dantian seems to be called mana.

And she became a profession called Immortal Cultivator.

Now she is just a young monk who has just started practicing Qi.

Those who cultivate immortality can live forever, pick stars and the moon, move mountains and seas, fly into the sky and escape from the earth...

As soon as Xia Wei thought about it, she could vaguely sense that there seemed to be a vast spiritual world between her eyebrows, and the transparent card that conveyed her practice yesterday was in this spiritual world, just like a tireless teacher, teaching her little by little. She has more knowledge about cultivating immortals.

"This is the sea of ​​consciousness. You can see inside in the middle stage of Qi training, but I am only in the early stage of Qi training now."

Xia Wei quickly accepted the reality.

As the man who gave her the gift said, this is a gift from fate.

As for what she has to pay for it.

That's all for the future.

At least she is not qualified to refuse now, nor does she want to refuse.

The following days.

Xia Wei was going to school, reading, and having dinner with her best friend named Zhao Lin as usual, but she had an additional hobby of meditation.

For this reason, Zhao Lin often complained to her, saying that at her young age, she was just like the old monks in the temple.

Xia Wei just laughed it off.

Only she herself understands what kind of new life she is experiencing.

Time flew by.

It has been half a year since Xia Wei obtained the practice method.

Her cultivation level successfully broke through to the late stage of Qi training, and she used the weapon refining method taught to her by the transparent card to sacrifice an ancient magic weapon. It was an antique she found from a stall on the antique street, and it was an ancient bronze mirror.

Because it was dilapidated, she bought it for a small sum of money.

After obtaining the method of cultivation, Xia Wei discovered that the world she lived in was not simple.

For example, some precious magical artifacts are openly displayed at street stalls and are casually hawked as worthless antiquities.

She determined that a long time ago, there must have been a brilliant cultivation civilization in this world.

Because of this knowledge, she is even more low-key.

Since the cultivation civilization was so brilliant in the past, why did it suddenly become lonely?

Is it because there are some hidden dangers and dangers in spiritual practice?

But the tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop.

This day.

Xia Wei hurried to the hospital.

At the door of the operating room, her mother Xia Yun, dressed in a professional suit, with a graceful temperament and fair skin, looked pale at the moment, sitting on a plastic hospital chair in a state of confusion.

Ling Yun, who had recovered from his injuries and had grown taller, squatted half-crouched in front of the wall, with his head lowered, his face flushed, his fists clenched, and his teeth gritted, like an angry lion, looking like he was ready to fight with anyone at any time. Desperately.

"What happened? How could Uncle Ling suddenly faint and end up in the operating room so seriously?"

With strength in her body, even if she usually keeps a low profile, Xia Wei still speaks with a confidence that she didn't even realize she had. She unconsciously infected others and became a backbone figure.

Ling Yun raised his head and saw that his eyes were bloodshot.

"He paid to kill someone. Someone wanted to kill me, so dad was shot to save me."

Xia Wei was stunned for a moment, then glared at Ling Yun and snorted coldly:

"What kind of trouble did you cause outside, and you actually had a gunman dispatched?!"

New Year's Eve has relatively strict gun control, and private possession of guns is a felony. Once a gun is used, it is easy to alert the state violence department.

Ling Yun said with a painful look on his face: "I didn't know that the background behind the martial arts school would be so complicated. I just wanted to learn some kung fu, so I paid to become a master. Who would have thought that that person would actually want to kill me too."

Then Ling Yun told the reason for this matter.

The thing is very simple, Ling Yun is a restless person.

After his hand was broken last time, he felt that he was not good at martial arts, so he asked someone to help him find a private martial arts studio that was quite famous among the people.

Who would have thought that he had really good qualifications and was willing to spend money.

The director of the martial arts school made an exception and accepted him as his disciple, and also taught him some real kung fu.

It was this real skill that made him be regarded as an inner sect of the martial arts school and was driven out and killed.

This time the gunman attacked him in the name of taking back his martial arts skills.

"...The person who calls himself a member of the Shenwu Alliance has already been registered by people from the Patrol Bureau, and people from the Security Bureau have also been alerted, saying that they will be arrested and brought to justice in a short time."

Ling Yun's face was filled with guilt. Now that he had someone to talk to, he could no longer hold back his emotions and cried bitterly:

"Sister, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I had listened to you and studied in school, Dad wouldn't have been implicated by me."

Seeing this situation, Xia Wei felt soft in her heart, knowing that Ling Yun was not to blame.

"Hmph, what a divine martial alliance, you are so brave."

Thinking of Uncle Ling's care for her, although most of it was for her mother's sake, her efforts were genuine.

After all these years, she has not been forced to change her name to dad.

Even in order to take care of her, she didn't even want a child.

Right now.

The door to the operating room opened, and a doctor wearing green sterile surgical clothes came out, shook his head at the three of them and said:

"Sorry, we tried our best. Who is Ms. Xia Yunxia? Chairman Ling has something to say to you. Please come in."

"I, I am Xia Yun."

Xia Yun stood up tremblingly, her body shaking uncontrollably, as if she might fall down at any time.

Seeing this situation, Xia Wei had a battle between heaven and man in her mind.

"Let me go in first."

Xia Wei passed through the crowd and broke into the operating room directly, and then drove all the other doctors and nurses out arrogantly.

Then he threw a rejuvenation spell at Uncle Ling on the operating table, instantly stabilizing the injury.

But after all, she had little social experience. Although she drove away the doctors and nurses, she didn't notice that the camera in the corner had been working steadily.

A storm began to brew because of this rejuvenation technique that brought the dead back to life.

…

A continent not far away from New Year.

This place was still under dynastic rule, in the midst of troubled times, and its reputation was in decline.

With a smile on his lips, Yu Xian looked at the little beggar who knelt in front of him and kept kowtowing.

"Please accept me as a disciple! Please accept me as a disciple!"

The little beggar kowtows like pounding garlic, his forehead is stained with blood, but he seems to be unaware of the pain and keeps kowtowing.

Yu Xian shook his head and said, "You are indeed a perseverant and lucky person to be able to climb this 800-foot-high Tianjue Mountain and meet me at the same time. But you and I have no relationship between master and disciple. I will give you a book from heaven, but you have to promise me one thing."

The little beggar is in danger, so there is no reason not to agree.

"The gods are above. Whatever the gods say, the villain will do it. If the villain dares to break his promise, he will be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, and he will not die a good death."

"You will rule the world in the future, but don't forget the promise you made today."

Yu Xian raised his eyebrows towards the little beggar and taught him a method of cultivation.

The most important thing is that it opened the seal of heaven and earth for him and opened the door to transcendence.

When the little beggar came to his senses, there was no trace of the god in front of him.

He raised his head and looked forward, his eyes showing a bit of determination, and the corners of his head were looming majestic.

Next, the little beggar ate the morning dew, drank from the clear spring, collected elixirs, and practiced talismans.

It only takes a few years to learn something.

After going down the mountain again, the little beggar claimed to be an immortal who taught the Dharma, and was called the Immortal Master of Dreams. He used talismans to cure diseases and save people, wipe out thousands of armies, end the troubled times, and establish a Taoist kingdom.

This situation happened almost simultaneously in every continent with human civilization in the Juetian Realm.

The depressed and confused girl, the beggar kneeling down to beg for a living, the graceful swordsman wandering around the world, the talented and splendid king of the dynasty...

Different identities, different genders, different ages, no matter it is troubled times or prosperous times, no matter it is feudal society or modern society.

Yu Xian has thousands of clones, passing down the practice methods everywhere and opening the door to the extraordinary.

He has a sharp knife in his heart and a murderous intention.

Extraordinary power is a challenge to order.

In just a few years, it has created a huge momentum.

At the same time, the fog in the Juetian Realm gradually lifted, and a profession called the Heroic Spirit Summoner gradually emerged. (End of chapter)