Chapter 1 Sun Mingsheng
Song State, Pingyang County, Dongyan Mountains.
Dongyan Mountains are located in the northeast of Pingyang County, stretching for hundreds of miles. There are hundreds of peaks of different heights and sizes lying across the wilderness. Shenquan Mountain is one of the few sacred mountains in Dongyan Mountains. It is named because of its appearance that resembles a giant dog lying in a coil.
In addition to the large boulders that are difficult to move, the ups and downs of the mountains occasionally have some arable land mixed in the mountains, on which cold-resistant and barren-resistant crops such as sorghum and sweet potatoes grow.
About a hundred miles in front of Shenquan Mountain, there is a suddenly sunken depression where thousands of people live. They make a living by farming and hunting, and are self-sufficient. In the case of good weather and good harvests, they can also fill their stomachs.
In the northwest of the depression is a naturally formed narrow exit between two mountains, and outside it is a flat post road. Unfortunately, it is too remote and not many people come and go. Only a few people sit in the shade of nearby trees, taking advantage of the rare rest, talking and talking.
Deep in the mountains, under a peak covered by clouds, more than a hundred mortals were worshiping respectfully.
These people were arranged strictly according to age, and under the leadership of the old patriarch who was over 70 years old and had white hair and beard, they worshiped devoutly on the mountain.
"Sun Fuyun, the village chief of Shan'ao Village, brought his descendants to worship the Sun family immortal master, asking the immortal master to bless the family inheritance in an orderly manner, and a good harvest in the coming year."
Half an hour later, the simple but solemn and solemn worship was over, and more than a hundred mortals left carefully, not daring to make any noise.
"Grandpa village chief, can you tell us the story of the immortal master?"
"Grandpa village chief, is there really an immortal master on the mountain?"
After leaving a distance, a group of naughty little monkeys about three or five years old surrounded them. In addition to curiosity, there was also something called hope in their eyes.
"You naughty mud monkeys, if you want to see the immortal master, you must study with the teacher seriously. Only with the teacher's approval can you be qualified to become one of the immortal masters, practice immortal arts, learn magical powers, and live forever."
The naughty and playful children suddenly quieted down, and their tender faces showed a look of longing for hope.
A child with ragged clothes and dark skin, carrying a bundle of small firewood with difficulty, about twenty feet away from the group of little boys and the old patriarch, was no exception.
The little boy's name is Sun Mingsheng. His parents died in a robbery during an out-of-town trade several years ago. After that, he grew up in the village relying on the food of hundreds of families.
The little guy started to use an abandoned hatchet that he picked up from nowhere at the age of seven to go up the mountain to collect firewood and carry it down the mountain little by little, and sell it to some villagers in exchange for some copper coins to make a living.
"Mingsheng, you cut a lot of firewood today, and send three copper coins to my home." The old village chief with white hair and beard flashed a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Grandpa Village Chief, are there really immortals on that mysterious mountain? Am I also a descendant of an immortal? Can we really see immortals?" After all, he is just a child who has not grown up, and he is also curious about the immortals in the legend.
"Haha, our Sun family is a famous immortal cultivation family in Pingyang County. Everyone is a descendant of an immortal. In half a year, the family will hold a special spiritual root detection conference. Naturally, you can see the immortals with great magical powers with your own eyes." The tone of the old village chief was full of affirmation.
"Grandpa Clan Chief, what is the spiritual root detection conference? Will I have it?" A group of tender children's voices surrounded him.
"Only immortals know what spiritual roots are. As long as you study hard, you have the opportunity to become an immortal." The old clan chief stroked the child's round head with a pair of rough hands.
"Then I will definitely become an immortal with great magical powers in the future, and I can eat big meat buns every meal." The young Sun Mingsheng did not understand the meaning of cultivators at this time, but this did not affect the firm, yearning, and longing look on his face.
On a mountain covered by layers of thick clouds and mist, with beautiful scenery and spring-like all year round.
From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, spiritual fields of all sizes are opened up in an orderly manner, in which various flowers and plants full of vitality grow, or try to stretch out tender buds, or enjoy the sunlight that fills the sky and the earth, or clean the dust on their bodies under the morning dew.
In each field, there must be one or more people busy, but their farming methods are somewhat different. Some people are sweating and struggling to wave the golden hoe in their hands, some people are holding sharp needles made of different colors of metal to kill pests, and some people are changing various complex gestures to summon bursts of spiritual rain for irrigation.
This is the base camp of the Sun family, the Shenquan Mountain with a second-level middle-grade spiritual vein.
The Sun family has an orderly inheritance, with four foundation-building cultivators and more than 200 Qi-refining cultivators. They are native cultivators of Pingyang County and have been recuperating here for more than a thousand years.
Although there has never been a Jindan-stage cultivator who can move mountains and fill the sea, or pick stars, the foundation-building inheritance has never been cut off. It is also a small overlord in Pingyang County and should not be underestimated.
After a thousand years of reproduction and development, there are now more than 200,000 members of the Sun family without spiritual roots, distributed in more than ten small towns within a radius of 500 miles of Shenquan, and each town has about 10,000 people.
Sun Mingsheng originally lived in a village under the jurisdiction of a small town, with hundreds of mortals resting and recuperating. According to the regulations of the Sun family, spiritual root tests will be conducted in all small towns every ten years, and mortals with spiritual roots can enter Shenquan Mountain to practice.
Sun Mingsheng is twenty-one years old this year. He has the three spiritual roots of wood, fire and earth, and has the fifth level of Qi training.
He was originally an orphan, living alone in a small village. When he was seven years old, he detected his spiritual roots and officially became a member of the Sun family. Under the guidance of the clan elders, he embarked on the path of cultivation.
Spiritual roots are a prerequisite for practice, but before formal practice, you must first feel the sense of Qi. Through the sense of Qi, the free spiritual Qi in the air can be incorporated into the Dantian, and gradually form a small cycle. Only then can one truly become a monk. .
The sense of Qi, like spiritual roots, is a mysterious and special existence. Every monk's feelings are different to a certain extent. This process can be difficult or easy, and there is no rule to follow. It all depends on the person. different.
Some lucky people can successfully feel the presence of Qi when they meditate for the first time, and can naturally draw the spiritual Qi into the body, and advance to the first level of Qi training to become a monk.
On the other hand, some unlucky ghosts, although their qualifications are not bad, are unable to feel the presence of Qi, which consumes a lot of time and affects their future practice.
Of course, for most monks, as long as they spend a certain amount of time, most of them can feel the presence of Qi, and it is not too difficult to successfully advance to the first level of Qi refining.
At the age of eight, Sun Mingsheng sensed Qi and successfully advanced to the first level of Qi training. This speed was neither too fast nor too slow among the same group of monks. It was considered above average, neither outstanding nor lagging behind.