He left a copper coin with his breath mark on the ground to the east of the stone pillar, making it easier to come and go next time.
Baal no longer has to bother climbing to the top of a towering cliff; he can come whenever he wants.
He had a wonderful feeling of monopolizing the top of the cliff, and all this was obviously brought to him by the ancient jade hidden in his arms. After he could release his energy, he no longer needed to tie the ancient jade to his wrist.
skin.
Chen Mou walked out of the quiet room, and the moonlight in the courtyard was as quiet as water.
Walking briskly, he walked into the bedroom of the main house where the lights were still on.
"Sir, you are back."
Ying'er was sitting on the quilt doing needlework. Under the light, her pink face was particularly pretty. She wanted to stand up to serve her, but the young master who was dressed in the cold waved his hand and refused. In another quilt next to her, Han'er was sleeping soundly on her side.
"In the food box on the table, there is a bowl of warm rice and red bean soup for you to fill your stomach with as a midnight snack."
Chen Mou closed the bedroom door and opened the food box. Inside there was a pottery urn filled with boiling water. When he opened the lid of the urn, a bowl of spiritual rice soup exuded the aroma of hot steam. Ying'er had carefully calculated the time to cook it when he returned.
Thin soup.
After drinking the rice soup in a few mouthfuls, he fetched some water and washed himself briefly, then turned off the oil lamp and undressed and went to bed.
Ying'er had already put her sewing work in the bedside cabinet and lay silently on the young master's bed.
The master has been practicing very late for many days, so the maidservants should not be careless and just sleep in their own bed.
She waited specifically tonight because she heard the young master once said that at the beginning of practice, the fire in a monk's body is easy to accumulate and needs to be resolved in appropriate ways.
She is willing to use the simplest method to do her best for the young master.
The young master promised that he would give her a peaceful and happy life for the rest of her life and would not let her sink into misery.
She believed in the young master's promise.
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In the following days, while Chen Mou was practicing, he spent a lot of time looking through books, looking for books that recorded the element of fire, the essence of the sun or the seven-year-old fire. He went to Dongfang and Xifang street stalls to look for books, and went to several bookstores.
I shopped for books and appeared at the top of the cliff when I had time.
By rummaging through books, he compared it and confirmed that the golden flame was the Seven-ray Fire condensed from the essence of the sun.
Every day at noon, when the sun is high in the sky, the sixteen stone pillars can use the formation to condense a trace of seven-ray fire.
I learned several methods of absorbing and refining Qiyao Fire from books.
He also deliberately chose to observe the reaction of the stone pillars at night when the double moon was in the sky. The result was that the stone pillar array had no reaction to the moonlight, even on a full moon night.
In these days, he has walked all over the top of the mountain more than ten miles long, and there is not a single gap in the glazed ground.
I wonder what kind of magical power was used to create it?
It is as smooth as a mirror and integrated into one body, which is a miracle.
Looking up from the bottom near the top of the mountain, the real face is obscured by clouds and fog, but looking down from the top of the mountain, no matter it is sunny or rainy outside, the view is unobstructed and the world is clear.
He has limited knowledge and cannot understand the great supernatural powers of his predecessors, but he is more and more certain that the ancient jade he possesses is the key to entering and exiting the enchantment on the top of the mountain.
Otherwise, such a good treasure land that can condense the Seven-ray Fire would have been taken over by great demons or great monks.
How could it be his turn as a latecomer to pick up the slack?
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lantern Festival night.
The two families celebrated the festival together. Mr. Chen and Mr. Mo drank and chatted. All four maids came to the table. The banquet was lively and lively until the full moon rose in the sky. Mr. Mo led Shu'er and Dou
son go home.
Mr. Chen waited for the two maids to finish cleaning up the kitchen, and drank tea with them for a while, chatting, and then got up and asked them to rest first. He didn't know how late he would practice.
When we arrived at the top of the cliff, the sun soon rose from the east.
Chen Mou sat cross-legged behind a stone pillar in the west, getting rid of distracting thoughts and practicing calmly, waiting for the scorching sun to rise in the sky.
These days, he tentatively walked into the stone pillar array. The day before yesterday, and yesterday, he stepped on the runes composed of flames in the middle, and felt the residual heat caused by the golden flames falling on the ground up close.
He wanted to try today, to catch the golden flame that was about to hit the ground, and to refine and absorb the energy within it.
He originally wanted to use ancient jade as a carrier for experiments, but he was worried that the ancient jade would be damaged. If he couldn't return to Danyangfang, the joke would be too big. He didn't dare to take such a big risk.
At around noon, Chen Mou stood up under the sun, walked step by step into the stone pillar formation, and stood ten feet away from where the golden flame appeared. He held an ordinary jade stone in his left hand and waited silently.
Suddenly feeling an invisible heat blowing on his face, Chen Mou secretly said, Here it comes.
The bright golden flame appeared silently and out of thin air, and there were subtle light waves on the ground, ready to come out.
Calculating the time, Chen Mou slipped and was ten feet away in the blink of an eye.
Passing the two-finger-thick jade in his hand over, the thread of seven-ray fire falling down effortlessly passed through the jade piece, leaving a smooth and neat trace. Chen Mou threw away the jade, and squatted down slightly nervously.
The right hand holds the ancient jade of Cangbi, and the left hand is covered with a layer of red energy.
Seeing the flames about to fall to the ground, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his left hand.
Just a little bit of golden fire fell into his hand, "chi", passed through the Yuanli he used to protect his body, and pierced his skin like a red-hot needle tip, causing severe burning pain, which almost didn't let Chen, who was already mentally prepared,
Jump up.
It hurt so much that the whole palm felt like it was burning.
Burning pain.
Chen Mou sat cross-legged on the ground, working hard on his exercises, absorbing the domineering energy of Qiyao Fire, feeling the hot pain spreading rapidly to his entire arm.
He couldn't resolve it in time according to the methods recorded in the classics, and sweat was pouring down from his body.
At the critical moment, he moved the ancient jade held in the palm of his right hand to the palm of his left hand.
This was the solution he could think of to solve the trouble after many speculations.
Uncontrollable heat quickly surged toward the ancient jade. Chen Mou's heart relaxed, and the pain in his palms was greatly reduced.
His attempts and deductions were successful. Using himself as a carrier and ancient jade as a container, he was able to refine the Seven-ray Fire Thread, which was far more powerful than what was recorded in the classics.
Layers of flame light surged up from the ground where he was sitting, and colorful colors spread outward one after another.
In just a short moment, the fire ripples spread to the entire stone pillar area within 300 feet.
The light was as brilliant as blazing, and the sixteen stone pillars shone in sequence, and the colorful fire mist surged out like a tide, completely submerging Chen Mou in the middle, and the sounds of beasts roaring and chirping could be vaguely heard.
Chen Mou also didn't expect that his actions would trigger such a magical change.
A few days ago, he tried placing the ancient jade on the ground, touching the stone pillars, and placing it on the runes composed of flames. There was no sign of any abnormality.
He guessed that the Qiyao Fire was the key, and the ancient jade was like the medicine primer that stirred up the earthly fire through thunder, triggering the changes in the stone pillar array.
Ancient Jade was like a bottomless pit, absorbing the colorful fire mist pouring in through his body.
The pain in my palm disappeared without a trace.
Chen Mou felt the fire mist wash over his body, bringing all kinds of subtle and indescribable comfort. He quickly closed his eyes, exercised his energy and adjusted his breathing, trying to intercept and absorb some of the fire mist passing through his body.
Gu Yu eats meat, and he drinks some soup and water, but it's not too much.