Rebirth of the waste young counterattack

He obviously used his soul power and blood essence to suppress the evil spirit of landscape painting, but it has only been a long time, and he has broken through the barrier again, that is to say, the evil spirit emanating from the painting is even stronger , It's a little overwhelming.

"Grandpa, don't go there!" Mu Lichuan's tone was particularly serious, and he disappeared from Mu Xiaoran's sight at the same time.

Mu Xiaoran also felt the slightest bit of evil, and his face paled instantly. When he thought of his great-grandson almost dying of exhaustion, his heart was filled with anger. Whoever sent the painting here should be responsible, why should his own children be responsible? .

Mu Lichuan didn't know what was going on outside. He opened the door directly, and the evil spirit that rushed over him made him completely unbearable. With a "poof...", bright red blood spat out from his throat.

He knows that to seal the evil spirit on the painting, the stronger the practitioner, the more able to suppress it, and he is not even a beginner, let alone others, that is to say, there is absolutely no way to rely on his own ability, but he does not know how Know where there are cultivators, and whether those people will contribute.

"Fight it!" Mu Lichuan bit his lip and said in his heart, then directly took out his heart and soul, and then took out the sealing spell from the space, as well as the power of the soul and the delivery of dragon energy, and once again gave the painting full of evil spirits to him. It was sealed.

So when Mu Xiaoran found that the evil spirit was gone, and came to the great-grandson's house, he found that the boy was completely unconscious, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing. It was rolled up and thrown in a corner, as if it wasn't the thing that "did evil" just now.

"Li Chuan, Li Chuan?" Mu Xiaoran didn't dare to move his great-grandson easily at all. Although there was no trauma, who knows if the aura in his body was completely exhausted or overdrawn, or even eroded by evil spirits.

Mu Lichuan opened his eyes with difficulty, and said with a wry smile, "Grandpa, I'm just a little tired and need to practice. During this time, please don't disturb me when anyone comes."

Even though he has not yet reached the foundation building stage, there are quite a lot of pills in the space. He used his mental power to take out the spiritual energy pill, and then swallowed it directly. In an instant, the tiny meridians were washed by the huge spiritual energy, making the young man Bright red blood oozes from the exposed skin, and the young man sitting on the ground also has a painful expression on his face.

"Let me in." Mi Shen was also extremely uncomfortable, no matter what, he never thought that the ink and wash painting was causing trouble again, which made him unable to solve it at all.

Mu Xiaoran replied with a sneer, "Master Mi, our family Li Chuan can't afford it, so please leave and take this painting away by the way, so don't hurt my family Li Chuan again."

If it is something within his ability, then he will never stop his grandson from planting good causes and reaping good fruits. Their practitioners emphasize the cycle of cause and effect. Once they do something against their conscience, it is easy to advance Interferenced by the inner demon, it may be wiped out by then.

"Mr. Mu, I'm sorry for causing trouble to Mu Lichuan." Mi Shen also understood that no matter what he said now, the old man in front of him might not forgive him.

Mu Xiaoran said indifferently, "I don't need to apologize, I just need you to stay away from Li Chuan." Since young people don't believe in "spiritual" events, there is no need to know about many things.

Mi Shenjun's face was even colder. In fact, since the teenager stated that the painting was abnormal, he secretly sent someone to investigate his second uncle, and he found some clues, and even interacted with some weird people.

"I'm sorry." Apart from these three words, he didn't know what he could say, but a painting like this might not be able to be suppressed by just one person.

Originally Mu Xiaoran thought that this person was going to say something, but found that he had turned around and left, which made him feel completely relieved. Although he said it swearingly, but the other party is the prince of the capital after all, is he an old man? Anyone who can do anything to people, on the contrary, he has enough power to make it impossible for them to settle down in the capital.

Mu Lichuan knew that he couldn't faint, so he tried his best to control his aura to expand his meridians. Even though this pain was very bearable, he had already experienced soul refining in his previous life, so this kind of pain was nothing to him at all.

The aura contained in the aura pill is huge. It broke through the meridians at this instant, and almost caused Mu Lichuan to explode. It was only because he was protected by the dragon aura. No, the damaged meridians were slowly repaired. For a young man, it was a big surprise.

Mu Lichuan has the power of the soul, which is completely different from the spiritual energy. The two complement each other, and the damaged meridians, as he guides the golden light, slowly speed up a lot.

"Papapa..." When Mu Lichuan repaired all the meridians, he found that his dantian had begun to form a puff of true energy. "Wow...", all the breath of flesh and blood became Reiki, this made him very happy, that is to say, he succeeded in building the foundation, even under a planet with such thin aura.

Mu Xiaoran has been waiting for a month. At this time, the weather is gradually turning cold, but his great-grandson still hasn't come out of the room. Although he knows that practitioners have been in seclusion for decades, or even hundreds of years, for him , is still very difficult.

"This..." I have also built a foundation before, even though there is not much aura left in his body now, and the life-prolonging pill before is just to maintain life, but he can still feel the collection of aura, and suddenly his face is full of surprise. .

Sure enough, a few days later, there was movement in the house, and then the voice of his great-grandson came out, telling him not to worry, and coming out after he finished grooming.

The establishment of the foundation by the cultivator proves that he has truly entered the threshold of cultivation, that is, the transformation from flesh and blood to spiritual energy. The person who establishes the foundation will wash the marrow and cut the scriptures, and all the filth in the human body will be eliminated, and Mu Lichuan opened his eyes. When I opened my eyes, I found that there was a black smudge all around him, as for his hands and feet, there was even a foul smell.

The young man also knew that he had succeeded in building the foundation, and then he stood up and went to the bathroom to scrub his whole body many times, which meant that he was out of the category of ordinary people.

He also understands that his progress is too fast, and it is better to be stable, lest the foundation be unstable, and some unexpected situation will occur at that time.

When Mu Lichuan opened the door refreshed, he saw the excited Grandpa Zeng.

"Grandpa, I succeeded." Mu Lichuan didn't know how long he had been in seclusion, but it was still very beneficial to him.

Even Mu Xiaoran knew that his grandson had succeeded, but after hearing the good news from his mouth, his face was full of bright smiles, "Okay, okay!" There are no other words of joy to say.

Who said that the young master of their Mu family is a waste material?Is there someone better than a genius?How long has it been, half a year, right?It has been from the Qi refining period to the Foundation building period. Once the news is known to others, they will probably be called "monsters".

Mu Lichuan emphasized again, "Grandpa, I made you worry." If he suppressed the evil spirit of landscape painting at this time, he would have full confidence.

A big leap in one level is of great benefit to the suppression of evil spirits.

"Li Chuan, even though you have already established the foundation, it's just that the speed is too fast, which is not good for you. You need to consolidate it and build it steadily. It will be good for you when you advance." Mu Xiaoran is serious He said that he didn't want his great-grandson to advance too aggressively, and accidents that couldn't be saved would happen when the level was higher.

Mu Lichuan nodded, "Grandpa, don't worry, I know how to do it." He has a complete understanding of many cultivation materials, so naturally he won't let his foundation become unstable. If he cultivates like this, it won't do him any good in the future. benefit.

Afterwards, the grandpa and grandson ate together. Although it was the establishment of the foundation, it was not yet the time of bigu, and there was no shortage of grains and miscellaneous grains. But compared to the flesh and blood of ordinary people, it is very good now.

After they were full, when Mu Lichuan returned to the room, he found that the ink painting was not there, and frowned, because he didn't want the painting to be lost.

"Grandpa..." Mu Lichuan looked at the old man watering the yard, and he was completely relieved by his leisurely look.

Mu Xiaoran sighed slightly in his heart, "The landscape ink painting has already been taken back by Mi Shen." In his opinion, he provoked this incident, so he should be responsible for the subsequent matters.

"He..." The young man didn't ask the rest of the question, after all, he also knew that Mi Shen was obsessed with painting.

In his opinion, this person must have been hit by some "voodoo", otherwise how could he be so obsessed with a painting, when the evil spirit consumes his luck, his vitality will definitely affect the fate of the country, and what will happen one after another But disasters will definitely happen in their country, which is not a good thing for the common people.

"Li Chuan, you've grown up too, so you can do whatever you want." Mu Xiaoran said, he felt that some of his actions would definitely hinder the progress of his great-grandson.

Mu Lichuan replied with a smile, "Thank you, Grandpa." Then he ran out.

Ever since Mi Shen asked someone to throw away the painting, but for some reason, it should be said that it was very evil. No matter how far it was thrown, the painting would always return to the villa.

"Bring all those magic sticks from the reform bureau." At this time, Mi Shen was reforming the bureau, and he was holding a landscape painting in his hand. Even though he didn't feel anything wrong, Mi Shen still felt a little uncomfortable. comfortable feeling.

When several masters saw the scrolled painting, their eyes widened in disbelief, "Who suppressed it?"

Author's gossip: Chapter [-] is coming later.