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Heaven and earth are incomplete, everything is defective Watching the burning stove at ease, reading scriptures and asking about immortality For those who refine Qi, the first is nourishment and the second is guidance. However, since the Qin Tianlu Di Zhixiao to the Ming Dynasty, there has been a great development of martial arts, while refining qi has fallen by the wayside. Lu Guan was originally a cook in Sihe Town. Who would have expected that he would be involved in a court murder case... Bai Shanshui: "Friend Lu Dao, you are extremely talented, but the qi refining technique you have learned is outdated. Why not change it?" Lu Guan: "The "Eight Methods of Baidi Taoist Temple" is my enlightenment Qi refining technique. It is mysterious and profound, and I deeply appreciate it. Fellow Taoists do not need to persuade me." ... "Enlighten!"

Summer in the countryside begins with the chirping of cicadas, and cicadas are the messenger of summer. First, there was a hissing sound from the big tree by the river. After a few bursts of mountain wind, the cicada's cries became as powerful as dense rain, rising one after another, one after another. At this time, summer has truly arrived. The weather is getting hotter. However, the sparrows all over the slope let go of their joy and pounced on the rice fields one after another, pecking at the rice grains that were so full and bulging that they were about to jump out of their shells. The trees around the village became lush and full of life. The most eye-catching ones are the fruit trees, all of which bear tender fruits. Under the sunlight, the fruits are so bright and colorful. Covered by green trees, lush vegetation, and surrounded by green mountains, it is a beautiful scene. The dense trees are reflected in the water, and from a distance, it looks like a piece of jasper inlaid in the valley. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking from a distance, there are dotted villages to the east, scattered irregularly on the land. Rolling rice fields, dense mountain forests, gurgling rivers, pitch-black nights, winding country roads, stories happen from time to time, often lingering in my heart, wandering on the edge of dreams. Imagining that I am a great hero in the story, dominating the world, wandering on the country roads, making the fields fertile and fertile, going on expeditions in my hometown again and again, showing my magic and tallness in my dreams.