Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The old storyteller returned to the yard, the rice bucket was swinging, and Yuan Xiaolou was busy in the kitchen.

Without disturbing him, he quietly walked to Ye Xiaochuan's door and pushed the door open a crack.

Stretching his head and looking inside, he saw Ye Xiaochuan sitting cross-legged and meditating on the bed, practicing Qigong.

The old storyteller chanted a mantra softly in his mouth, pointed his right hands together as swords, and lightly drew the center of his eyebrows, and the heavenly eye between his eyebrows immediately opened.

Under the eyes of the sky, what the old storyteller saw was no longer Ye Xiaochuan's mortal body, but another strange world.

Ye Xiaochuan seemed to have become translucent in his heavenly eyes, and he could clearly see blood vessels, muscles, internal organs, and acupuncture points all over his body.

The old storyteller saw that Ye Xiaochuan's mental power was continuously condensing towards the Yongquan point on his left foot.

This time, it was obviously different from the previous attacks on acupuncture points. Ye Xiaochuan no longer attacked blindly, but in a softer way, using his mental power to wrap the Yongquan point bit by bit.

The old storyteller nodded slightly, withdrew his Heavenly Eye, walked to the kitchen door, and said, "Girl, make some extra food tonight, that kid will probably be very hungry."

Ever since Ye Xiaochuan started attacking Yongquan Point, his food intake has increased significantly.

A person who barely walks a few steps every day can eat four bowls of rice, three kilograms of meat, and two large bowls of wide noodles every meal.

Yuan Xiaolou couldn't figure it out.

Even Ye Xiaochuan himself couldn't figure it out.

Only the old storyteller knows why Ye Xiaochuan eats so much.

Mental power comes from the soul. Every time he hits the Yongquan point, Ye Xiaochuan loses a lot of mental power and weakens the soul.

In the past, Ye Xiaochuan had some cultivation, and the true spiritual power in his body could continuously nourish his soul.

Now Ye Xiaochuan is a useless person. Without the nourishment of true energy, Ye Xiaochuan will have a strong sense of hunger.

Yuan Xiaolou prepared dinner and wanted to ask Ye Xiaochuan to come out for dinner.

The old storyteller stopped her and said: "That kid is in the critical period of opening up his acupuncture points. Don't disturb him. Let's eat by ourselves first."

Yuan Xiaolou opened the door quietly and saw Ye Xiaochuan practicing.

She gently closed the door again and said, "Grandpa, Xiaochuan doesn't seem to be in so much pain this time. I haven't heard his screams."

The old storyteller smiled and said: "The ninth volume of the Book of Heaven, the chapter on reincarnation, is extremely profound. He could not even get in before, but today he has attained concentration and gained a glimpse of it.

In fact, the pain of opening the acupuncture points did not decrease, but increased. But he could endure it because his heart changed. "

Yuan Xiaolou didn't understand and asked, "Grandpa, what do you mean?"

The old storyteller said: "You don't understand even after I tell you. Go and bring the food over. Let's eat ours."

Yuan Xiaolou turned around to go to the kitchen to serve the food, but suddenly turned around and said, "Grandpa, how did you know that Xiaochuan attained samadhi today?"

The old storyteller was startled, then he laughed and said: "Grandpa can pinch and calculate, what can be hidden from grandpa's discerning eyes?"

Yuan Xiaolou and the old storyteller finished their meal and rested in the courtyard.

Late at night, when midnight was approaching, both of them suddenly felt a force exploding in Ye Xiaochuan's room, followed by Ye Xiaochuan's painful scream.

The two realized that something must have happened to Ye Xiaochuan, so they immediately stood up and pushed the door open.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan was not sitting on the bed, but sitting cross-legged in the air.

The surrounding spiritual energy was flowing crazily into Ye Xiaochuan's body.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Xiaolou covered his mouth in shock.

The volley showed that the true energy in Ye Xiaochuan's body was recovering!

The old storyteller showed a satisfied smile.

He whispered: "He has successfully opened the acupuncture point, and is strengthening the acupoint with spiritual energy. When the acupoint is opened, the reserve is very small, and he will wake up soon."

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan felt as if he was bathing in warm spring water, with his pores open and feeling extremely comfortable.

Wisps of spiritual energy entered his body, but instead of gathering in his meridians, they slowly integrated into the Yongquan point on the soles of his feet.

At this moment, the Yongquan point on the left foot is obviously different from other acupoints.

The other three hundred and thirty-nine acupoints were lifeless, but the Yongquan acupoint on the left foot was shining like stars in the night.

This shows that the acupoint opening was successful.

He lit up the first acupuncture point in his life.

Before success, he was extremely painful.

The acupuncture point itself is very fragile. It is like a piece of jade. It is forced to open a gap. It is strange that it is not painful.

Especially when the entire acupoint barrier was broken, Ye Xiaochuan felt that the pain he was suffering was unprecedented.

All the pain has been endured, and now I am rewarded with unprecedented pleasure.

At this moment, the Yongquan point on the left foot is like the Dantian of a cultivator, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy from the outside world.

However, the Yongquan Point had just been opened after all, and the space inside was very small, and it was quickly filled with spiritual energy.

After Ye Xiaochuan felt that the Yongquan point stopped absorbing spiritual energy, he slowly stopped and his body slowly fell on the bed again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Yuan Xiaolou, the storyteller and the old man staring at him with six big eyes.

Yuan Xiaolou cried with joy, rushed forward to save Ye Xiaochuan, and said: "Xiaochuan, you succeeded! You succeeded! How do you feel now?"

Ye Xiaochuan smiled and said: "I'm so hungry! I feel like I can eat a cow now!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiaolou stood up immediately, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and said, "I've saved the food for you! I'll heat it up for you now! Just wait!"

After Yuan Xiaolou rushed out of the room, the old storyteller said: "Congratulations, Mr. Ye, opening acupuncture points is the most difficult. As long as you open the first acupuncture point, you can reabsorb the spiritual energy, strengthen the foundation and strengthen the body. Opening the acupuncture point will make it much smoother.

In a few years, your cultivation will return to the peak state before the injury, and you will be able to aspire to the Gate of Heaven in at least thirty to fifty years. "

Ye Xiaochuan got out of bed, bowed to the old storyteller and saluted, and said: "Thank you, senior, for your advice. I am very grateful to you." The old storyteller smiled and said, "I didn't give you any advice, it was all your own chance. Mr. Ye, You must remember that you must maintain a benevolent and righteous heart at all times. When you encounter difficulties that you cannot overcome, you must think of benevolence and righteousness.

Two words, only benevolence and righteousness can help you tide over the difficulties. "

Although Ye Xiaochuan didn't quite understand the meaning of the old storyteller's words, he still bowed and saluted.

Said: "The teachings of the seniors, the juniors will keep them in mind and never dare to forget them."

At this time, Yuan Xiaolou's voice came, saying: "Xiaochuan, I've heated up the food for you. Aren't you hungry? Come here quickly!"

The old storyteller smiled and said: "Your soul energy has been consumed too much, and you must be hungry. Go and eat quickly. If anything happens, we will talk about it tomorrow."

Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head in embarrassment. He was indeed very hungry. There was a large table of food, and Ye Xiaochuan ate it all by himself, but he still didn't feel full. This made Rice Tong who was waiting for the leftovers very dissatisfied. He felt that the old storyteller was right, this guy was Rice Tong No. 2!