Wang Xuan did not start practicing rashly. Instead, he sorted out his cultivation memories from the beginning to the end, and found banknotes to record them all. Where did he encounter any problems, where were the obstacles, including some pills he took.
Medicine, etc.,
This sorting took two days. During this period, the dog went to the restaurant with money in his mouth to buy food, and the owner of the store delivered it.
The process of compiling it into a book is the process of analyzing, sorting and deepening the memory. When the book was written, Wang Xuan sorted out all the relevant memories about the Qi Refining Period. Although he did not practice it himself, he had reached the peak of understanding.
After throwing some money at Gouzi and letting him manage it by himself, Wang Xuan began to regulate his energy and energy as soon as the gate was closed. Whether it was practicing internal strength or cultivating spiritual power, he always focused on calmness and no distractions.
Wang Xuan was able to do this very easily. He didn't know how long it took before a slightly cool gas penetrated into his body. Wang Xuan felt a little happy in his heart. The cool gas immediately beat a few times. Wang Xuan
Immediately suppress the excitement in your heart, keep your thoughts calm, and continue to operate the exercises.
More and more strands of cool air are gathering in the body, gradually converging into strands, traveling back and forth in the body according to a specific route. In the process, some of it escapes through the pores all over the body, and about half of it remains in the body.
As time goes by, after a week is completely over, this ray of spiritual energy finally enters the Dantian.
The Nine Yang True Qi that filled the Dantian immediately began to stir, circling like a whirlpool, trying to completely wear away the spiritual energy that had just been squeezed in. Although the spiritual energy was only a wisp, it was extremely tenacious and tightly shrunk into one
The ball rotates with the endless Nine Yang Qi, but it is also moving forward bit by bit towards the center of Dantian.
When Wang Xuan saw this scene, he was so shocked that he almost jumped up. He subconsciously wanted to take action to stop the riot of Jiuyang Zhenqi, but his reason told him not to be impatient. Looking at it again, he was different from normal immortal cultivators after all. He was directly
He began to cultivate immortality, but he had Nine Yang Qi.
And although the true energy is entangled with the spiritual energy now, it has not changed for the worse. It is better to wait and see what happens and then take another look.
Wang Xuan stopped the exercise and paid close attention to the situation inside his body. If the situation worsened, he would intervene immediately.
As Jiuyang's true energy rotates like a millstone, the spiritual energy is squeezed and obliterated in the process. The air mass formed by the wisp of spiritual energy becomes smaller and smaller visibly to the naked eye. However, Wang Xuan feels that it is more refined.
Purely condensed.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but it’s just the first ray of spiritual power. It doesn’t matter if it’s all lost. At worst, I’ll just practice and absorb it again and treat it as an experiment.
According to the world of cultivation, a genius can only be considered a genius if he enters the foundation building stage before the age of twenty. After the age of forty, it is basically difficult to cross the threshold. At sixty, the path to foundation building is completely cut off. And now Wang Xuan is over a hundred years old.
of……
So time and other things can only be calculated.
At any time, the spiritual energy group gets closer and closer to the center of the Dantian, the greater the annihilating power of the Nine Yang True Qi. However, the speed at which the spiritual energy group shrinks gradually decreases, until it finally settles in the center of the whirlpool of the Nine Yang True Qi, just like a storm.
Just like the eyes, there was no rotation and squeezing force there, and the aura ball stood there quietly and motionless.
Wang Xuan tried to mobilize the remaining half of the spiritual power, and it immediately swam out of the dantian without being disturbed by the Nine Yang Qi. After traveling around the body, it returned to the center of the dantian again.
Wang Xuan could be sure this time that this ray of spiritual energy had indeed been tempered and was a bit more condensed than when it had just been absorbed before. This made Wang Xuan couldn't help but feel happy.
Although this will affect the speed of cultivation, it greatly increases the quality of the spiritual power in the body. At least Wang Xuan feels that his spiritual power, which has just entered the first level of Qi refining stage, is no worse than the previous fourth level of Qi refining stage.
You know, this is an intermediate level. Although "Xuan Shui Jing" is better than "Yue Yue Jue" and absorbs higher quality spiritual energy, the difference is not that big. It is more about the speed of absorption. Absolutely
It cannot reach the level of crossing a medium level.
Wang Xuan felt proud, and went to feel the original Jiuyang Qi again. This Qi had been with him for more than sixty years, and he was very familiar with it. After a little exercise, he found that the amount of Qi was a little less, probably because the spiritual energy had just been wiped out.
Time has been lost, but the quality has also improved slightly, but this improvement is minimal and not obvious.
But it doesn't matter. The cultivation of Jiuyang Zhenqi is not a problem for Wang Xuan. It is easy to supplement it. As long as it can improve the quality of spiritual power, Wang Xuan doesn't mind spending more time.
Just when Wang Xuan was immersed in his cultivation, outside Wang Xuan's house, a figure in official attire was attracted by the faint fluctuation of spiritual power.
In broad daylight, there was a constant flow of people on the street, and the figures were floating in the air but no one noticed them. They seemed to be walking on flat ground, walking towards Wang Xuan's residence.
Just as he approached the room where Wang Xuan was, the figure suddenly changed his expression, as if he had been hit hard by some invisible force. He staggered back a few steps and looked down with a confused expression.
In his eyes, a blood-evil aura like wolf smoke rose into the sky. The blood-evil aura formed a tiger with two wings on its back, roaring at the figure.
Following the roar, an invisible ripple spread in all directions, and the pedestrians on the street, including Wang Xuan himself, were unaware of it. However, the figure was so frightened that he suddenly backed away more than ten meters away, murmuring subconsciously: "How is this possible?
! This blood evil spirit is so strong that it can actually take shape on its own. It must have caused so many murders. But, this is not right. With such evil beings, how can this blood evil spirit be so pure?
There is no trace of resentment in it, and it is so masculine and blazing that there is no evil at all. It is really strange."
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This figure looked at Wang Xuan who was sitting cross-legged in the room and absorbing spiritual energy. He saw that he was completely unaware. He had obviously just entered the Taoist practice.
He doesn't know how to use his blood evil energy at all, and maybe he doesn't even know what he is carrying!
But no matter whether Wang Xuan will take advantage of it or not, people like him will never dare to approach Wang Xuan. If he doesn't do it right, he will be automatically attacked by the blood evil energy and he will end up in ashes.
The dog had eaten and drank enough and was lying in the yard basking in the sun. Suddenly he seemed to feel something. He looked in the direction of the figure. The dog's face was full of confusion. It felt like there was something but there was nothing there.
Unable to see, a pair of dog eyes blinked and then lay back.
Maybe Erha can also be regarded as a kind of black dog, with the ability to drive away evil spirits, but it has no ability other than talking.
The figure looked around and turned around to leave, while Wang Xuan in the room had been running the "Xuan Shui Jing" at full strength. A trace of spiritual energy began to penetrate into the body, and once again gathered into strands and was input into the Dantian to be sharpened by the Nine Yang True Qi.
Wang Xuan practiced without sleep or food, and when he opened his eyes again, a day and a night had passed.
Gently exhaling the turbid air in his chest, Wang Xuan looked inside to explore the total amount of spiritual power in his Dantian, and compared it with the training effect in his memory. In terms of progress alone, it was no different than Zhu's practice of "Yue-Yue Jue".
Firstly, the concentration of spiritual energy in this world is much lower, and secondly, a large amount of spiritual energy has been wiped out by Jiuyang Zhenqi, so in terms of cultivation speed alone, Wang Xuan is not fast at all.
But if we look at the actual results, due to the huge gap in the quality of spiritual power, the effect of this day and night of practice is not known to be much better.
After all, the higher the quality of spiritual power, the easier it is to break through various cultivation barriers, the higher the power of spells, and the stronger the combat effectiveness. Although some time is sacrificed, the harvest is much greater.
With a smile on his face, Wang Xuan opened the door and walked out of the house, came to the sleeping dog lying on the ground, stretched out his hand and stroked it hard a few times.
In a good mood, Wang Xuan looked at Gouzi and asked: "Go out to eat, what do you want to eat?"
As soon as Gouzi heard about eating, he immediately got up from the ground, stuck out his long tongue, looked at Wang Xuan and replied: "I heard from the people outside that the chicken cooked in a restaurant in the east of the city is particularly delicious.
Let’s go there to eat chicken today.”
"Okay, let's go eat chicken!"
One person and one dog went out again, this time the dog led the way, and went straight to the store where the chicken was said to be very good.
The shop is not big, and the front desk is at the door. There are no rules for dogs to enter here. Wang Xuan glanced at the shopkeeper behind the front desk. He was in his forties and wore a brown hat. When he saw Wang Xuan's clothes, he immediately
With a smile on his face, he said, "Please come in, waiter, what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and greet the guests?"
There were no elegant rooms here, just a lobby. Wang Xuan found a corner by the wall and sat down, and Gouzi also sat beside him.
"Sir, what would you like to eat?" the waiter asked with a smile while wiping the table with the white rag on his shoulder.
"I heard you don't have many chickens here. Let's clean them up and get two." Before he finished speaking, the dog scratched Wang Xuan with his paw. Wang Xuan glanced at the dog. He was particularly suspicious now.
The reason why this dog follows him is because he has money and can eat whatever he wants!
"Forget it, let's have four. If you have good wine, bring it here. If you don't have it, go to another restaurant and get it for me. Don't fool me with that low-grade wine!" After saying that, Wang Xuan threw a piece of silver over, "
Go quickly, serve some more food and drinks, and I’ll reward you with the rest!”
"Okay, objectively, please wait a moment!" The little boy knew that there would be quite a lot left after weighing it in his hands, and he immediately left happily.
After a while, the food and wine were served, and four fat roast chickens were placed on the table. The dog took one in his mouth without any ceremony and began to feast on it.
Seeing this scene, the guests at the next tables gritted their teeth and looked at their big bowls of wide noodles. They thought they were delicious just now, but now they look like humans are not as good as dogs. It’s really... He whispered to the people around him, "These
Big dog owners would rather feed these good things to their dogs than give them to us as charity!"
"My money is not blown by the wind. How you spend it has nothing to do with you, and I give it to you. I really know who you are!" Wang Xuan gave him a sharp look and was immediately frightened.
The two people at the next table looked weak and cold, "Be careful when you go out, and remember that trouble comes from your mouth. I am the only one who talks so well today. If it had been someone else, you would have been walking around without food today!"
Wang Xuan was unhappy because he was deliberately called a big dog for no reason. As he was talking, he saw another person coming in from the gate. He had clear features and fair skin. He was dressed like a scholar. He was carrying a book box and some wet clothes were still wet on the back.
Covered with cinnabar talismans.
The first thing he said when he walked in was, "Boss, I'm here to collect the bill from Jibaozhai."
"Why is it that the person who comes to collect the bill is different every time!?" The boss looked at the scholar up and down and said with a frown.
"That man was killed last time." The scholar lowered his head and flipped through the ledgers in the book box, saying without looking up.
"Hey, you will be killed sooner or later anyway, so you might as well just give me an advantage and stop taking it!" the shopkeeper said mockingly.
"Ha!" This sentence made Wang Xuan laugh. How could he speak so directly?
I watched my 'brother' asking for the stub from the boss with a dry smile on his face, without saying a word, until the shopkeeper discovered that the account book had been soaked and the accounts were all blurred, and he was finally pushed outside the house.
It was only at this moment that Wang Xuan stood up and said: "Hey, shopkeeper, when people come to collect the accounts, even if the account books are blurred, it's not the reason for you to push and beat people and call people to arrest them. Here, you call someone and let me see."
look!"
A wicked person needs to be punished by a wicked person. The shopkeeper was glared at by Wang Xuan's sharp eyes. He immediately shrank his neck in fright and laughed awkwardly, "It's not clear how much money it is. I don't know how to pay it!"
"Scholar, come in!" Wang Xuan waved to the senior in the Japanese ghost world, and then turned to look at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper's legs were trembling as soon as he released his momentum, "You brought out the account book yourself, and you asked
I ordered people to take action!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I, I, I'll take it!" The shopkeeper took out an account book from the front desk drawer and handed it to Ning Caichen with a pained look on his face.
"Scholar, come over here, eat and count, don't be in a hurry!" Wang Xuan greeted. Although he had basically guessed where this place was after learning about the existence of Lanruo Temple from a Taoist priest, he knew that he had seen Ningri Ghost with his own eyes.
, this can be regarded as a complete confirmation of authenticity.
From this, we can also determine who the ghost with a special physique is!
In the past, Wang Xuan had wondered why the dignified old Black Mountain monster couldn't find any kind of woman, so why did he insist on marrying Nie Xiaoqian for nothing? Is it just because he was beautiful!?
Why would Grandma Dryad rather fight with Yan Chixia than give up on a mere female ghost!
Why didn't Yan Chixia take action to rescue other people who accidentally entered Lanruo Temple before, including the swordsman Xia Hou? Was it possible that before Ningri Ghost, they were all evil deeds?
Even the people in the county know that there are many ghosts in Lanruo Temple, which shows that its evil reputation is so serious that it is impossible for it to have just harmed a few scum.
Why is Nie Xiaoqian so deserving of sympathy for someone who sucks the yang energy of a living person and kills them, while the other female ghosts deserve to die?
Recommended book, Zhao Qingshan, author of "The Big Devil of Villains".
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