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The mental method of refining Qi in the "Congenital Taiyin Suyuan Jing" automatically operates under the moonlight.

Ying Bo fell into a strange situation. He knew that he was stuck in this movement, and he also knew that the extraordinarily shallow real qi in the meridians was about to wither away, and the power to draw out the real qi seemed to be inertia, and was still being squeezed.

Then his meridians became empty, a certain sense of emptiness was like a blunt knife piercing flesh and blood, it hurt, but it wasn't that painful.It is incomparable to the violent attack of pancreatic cancer, but this blunt pain is even more unbearable.

Ying Bo wanted to groan, but he was stuck here, like a sculpture.

Time stands still, only the moonlight moves.

It seems that 100 years have passed, and it seems that only one second has passed.

Ying Bo heard a tick, the second hand of the old-fashioned clock at home turned by one frame.

The moonlight falling on the tip of the pen responds to the passage of time and moves, accompanied by the mental method, pouring into Ying Bo's meridians like a stormy wave.

The cool breath circulates along the meridians, and as it circulates, the breath escapes to the limbs and bones.Only a few of the most quintessential parts remain in the meridians, following the route in the "Congenital Taiyin Suyuan Jing", rushing from one acupoint to another.

After one refinement, this quintessential Taiyin Qi becomes Taiyin True Qi.

Being able to sense spiritual energy is the beginning of a monk, and refining spiritual energy into real energy is called the second step of a monk.

In fact, to be able to refine spiritual qi into real qi is to refine qi to the first level.The second-level requirement for qi refining is that the refined qi can circulate throughout the whole body for a big cycle along the heart method.

For the third level of refining qi, two big circles are circulated; for the fourth level of qi refining, three big circles are circulated, so add one plus one and add one more time, until the ninth level of qi refining, it is eight big circles, The tenth level of Dzogchen, the number nine great circles of rotation.In this way, we can prepare to build the road foundation and Dinglingtai.

Don't think that it is easy to run a big Sunday.After the aura is inhaled into the meridians through the hundred orifices, it will not be preserved obediently like a bag of meat in the freezer of the refrigerator.Meridians are things that exist and do not exist, and there is no obvious resistance between them and flesh and bones.If you don't quickly mobilize the spiritual energy to circulate and refine it into real energy, no matter how much spiritual energy you inhale, it will eventually escape.

Moreover, even if the aura has been refined into real qi, it will not always be preserved in the meridians.

As time goes by, they will also dissipate, but the speed of true qi is much slower than that of spiritual energy. Even if it escapes from the meridians, most of the real qi has nourished the flesh and bones of the monks, and there is not much wasted.

One night's practice can only cultivate a little bit of real energy, and a big circle must have real energy from the beginning back to the beginning to form a circle, without any breaks in the middle, as long as there is a break, the big circle will Even if it is destroyed, if you want to start again, you must transport it from the beginning.

Ying Bo has tried several times before, but unfortunately, the meridians are thick and thin, some are easy to walk like the avenue to the sky, and some are as sad as the Jinsha River.Ying Bo could barely pull his shallow real qi thinner than a hair, but the real qi needs to run faster and slower for a while, and as the number of acupoints that have been circulated increases, there are more places that need to be paid attention to. Qiqiao Linglong's heart is still powerless, and she will always disconnect halfway.

He has been calculating the growth rate of his true qi after practicing every night, and he feels that it will take about a month for him to challenge the big week.Unexpectedly, just that night, when he had just finished writing a sleepy talisman, he suddenly had an epiphany.

What epiphany?

sleep.

The moonlight is bright, and it is time to sleep peacefully.

Meditate and meditate, leave the daytime affairs, and sleep without disturbing nightmares.

The old community in Shuigangchong was so quiet that not even the little frogs hiding in the green belt made a sound.The wind does not blow the fallen leaves, and the lights do not appear chaotic.The old man who always suffered from insomnia suddenly felt drowsy, yawned, turned off the TV, and walked back to the room slowly while stepping on his slippers.

They were asleep, but not yet.

A certain liar's imagination of cultivation is still at the level of the five-cent special effects of domestic fairy tale TV series. Most of the tricks and spells are chanting a mantra, and then he raises a long sword full of plastic texture and swings it. Then, a red, orange, yellow, green, blue Zi's ​​sword wind will pounce on the enemy, because of the harmony of the XX General Bureau, even if the sword wind sweeps across, the enemy will not have wounds, at most, he will fall down with an ah.

Most of the live broadcasts he pays attention to are tutorials, and he hasn't had time to watch the great powers fight.

Therefore, Ying Bo was really taken aback when he felt that his soul had left his body and was floating in the moonlight like a ghost.

Everyone in a community is sleeping, and even the security guard dog is snoring in the nest. The dreams of countless creatures sleeping peacefully are intertwined under the moonlight, and a colorful and strange picture unfolds in mid-air.

One of the parts polluted by darkness is particularly eye-catching, but Ying Bo feels that he can get rid of it with a single thought.

The descendants of the sun guard the righteous way during the day, and the descendants of the Taiyin protect the dreamland of the moon night.

Ying Bo didn't know this doggerel that was once circulated among monks, he just stretched out his hand and wiped away the darkness.

On the fifth floor of Unit [-], Building [-] of the old community in Shuigangchong, the walls of the dilapidated house are mottled, and there are large traces of water seeping from the upstairs.

A middle-aged woman was lying on the bed, frowning.

She is about 40 years old, but because of her work, she looks like she is over 50 years old.

She didn't turn on the air conditioner or the electric fan. Her daughter slept with her, and she fanned her daughter half asleep.

Suddenly, coolness blows in through the open windows, dispelling the heat that filled the room.The middle-aged woman who was caught in a nightmare stretched her brows, the fan slipped from her hand, and fell asleep with her daughter.

Ying Bo didn't know what happened less than 200 meters away from him. After he reached out to wipe away the darkness, a sudden sense of fatigue pulled him back into his body.

In the body, the spiritual energy from Yuehua is surging, and the impurities and dregs are all thrown away in the process of running forward, and the essence is further compressed and refined into real energy. The "Jinsha River water" was rushed by the real energy like a broken bamboo, and the melted silver pulled out long threads in the meridians.

The silver wire didn't break at all, and it was connected end to end at a certain moment.

A big Sunday.

The second level of Qi refining.

The surging true qi is perfectly contained in the meridians, while the dissipated spiritual qi quietly nourishes the internal organs.

Over the years, Ying Bo felt that he was young, so he hadn't paid much attention to his health. He drank and smoked, not to mention pancreatic cancer, and his other organs were not as good as his surface skin.At this moment, under the nourishment of the true energy of the spirit, these organs gradually regained their youthfulness, and the subperitoneum and the back of the stomach, the small organs that were entangled with black energy, also gradually recovered under the nourishment of the true energy of the spirit.

It takes a process, but in the end recovery is starting.

When the circulation of the real qi slowly stopped, Ying Bo, who had stood in front of the desk for a whole night holding the talisman, opened his eyes.

A silver-like light flickered in his pupils, and then disappeared in an instant.

Ying Bo didn't notice the abnormality on his body, he put down the talisman in a daze, and jumped on the spot tentatively.

He had stood bent over the whole night, and now that he was relaxed, he should be sore all over.But at this moment, Ying Bo only felt as light as a swallow and full of energy, ready to go out and run [-] laps downstairs at any time.

Before practicing every night, although he woke up with a clear mind, his body was still sore due to the long-term posture of five hearts, and he needed a stretching massage.But I didn't expect that after being upgraded to the second level of qi refining, even stretching and massage can be omitted.

The faint pain in the abdomen disappeared completely, Ying Bo had to admit that cultivating immortals can cure cancer.

Someday I have time to go to Gao Fei for an inspection.

Thinking this way, Ying Bo held up the drowsiness symbol he had written before his epiphany to check it out.

He was a little surprised at first glance.

For the first three pieces of practice writing talismans, Ying Bo wrote two low-grade mortal talismans and one useless talisman, and it gradually got better later on. The fourth, fifth, and sixth sheets were two low-grade talismans and one medium-grade.

The last one is the seventh one, and what is surprising is this seventh one.

It is not a mortal talisman, but a spiritual talisman.

A low-grade spirit talisman, a dream talisman.

Ying Bo identified the grade through a flash of golden light on the cinnabar talisman, but Ying Bo recognized the name of the talisman at a glance.

Since Fu is a real name, human eyes can recognize its authenticity.

Fu is written by Ying Bo, whether he is familiar with it or not, he has at least grasped some "truths" of "Entering Dreams".

"Enlightenment is really a good thing..." Ying Bo couldn't help talking to himself, "I don't know if I can do it again."

Having said that, Ying Bo still knew that his luck would not be so good.

He neatly piled up the six written talismans and put them in the small wooden box given to him by the goatee owner, and put all the odds and ends on the desk back one by one. After washing his face, Ying Bo looked out the window.

The old community of Shuigangchong ushered in a new day. Everyone who walked into this morning seemed to have a more sincere smile than yesterday.Ying Bo squinted his eyes, looking at the young and old who had been with him in his dream for a while, and all the thoughts in his heart turned into an exclamation.

"It's dawn."

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At the same moment, Star City, Yuelu Mountain.

"How? Can you find this person who cultivates the way of Taiyin?"