The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 44 Foundation Building
If we say that the transformation from "Hunyuan Qi" to "Seven Profound Sword Qi" is a change in mana structure.

Similar to graphite and diamond, although they are the same simple substance of carbon, the arrangement of atoms is different, resulting in huge differences in performance properties.

Then entraining air to break through the environment and build the foundation is the compression and expansion of the mana vortex, which is similar to the process of expansion and contraction.

The final result is that you will get more pure magic power, a wider sea of ​​consciousness space, more pure soul power, and the washing and washing of the entire body, so that you will have the healthiest physique and live to the limit of mortals, 50 years old .

Please note that health and strength are actually two concepts, just like being strong does not mean longevity.

Of course, this drastic change process is also dangerous.

Building a foundation for a monk is equivalent to climbing a cliff. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Basically, there is no second chance.

In other words, when Mo Chengjun ignited the mana vortex in his body, and the invisible flame burned all over the sea of ​​consciousness, he had no way out.

But does he need to retreat?

In life, there are always things that are worth fighting for!

……

At night, the waning moon hangs high.

In the back mountain of Zangfalou, Bafu, in the courtyard.

I don't know when, Baling'er also followed Mo Chengjun's example and transplanted a big tree in the courtyard.

A coffee table and a deck chair are placed under the tree, and I lie on it from time to time,

Or enjoy the afternoon sun and fall asleep.

Or at night, stargazing is brilliant.

However, today, Baling'er seemed a little abnormal. Sometimes he paced back and forth in the courtyard, sometimes sat on the recliner and drank tea, sometimes looked into the distance, and sometimes wanted to step out, but stopped at the door.

The whole person seemed to be immersed in some kind of anxiety, unable to calm down.

This is a rare situation for a sword cultivator at the foundation establishment level.

Tatata!
There were slight footsteps, and when he turned around, he saw his wife walking slowly.

The years didn't seem to have left many traces on her body, but her figure became more and more plump, and she had completed the transformation from a young girl to a young woman.

Baling'er asked, "Is Rui'er asleep?"

Zhao Rulan walked briskly, walked up to her, and said softly, "I'm already asleep!"

After a pause, she seemed to want to speak again, but when the words came to her lips, she hesitated slightly, but swallowed them again.

However, Baling'er was so perceptive, he turned his head slightly, looked at his wife, and said, "Ru Lan, what do you seem to have to say?"

Zhao Rulan: "Nothing!"

Baling'er waved his hand and said: "Actually, I know what you think, although Brother Mo is your matchmaker.

But, I always feel that I think too much of him, which is completely unnecessary.

You don't believe that my brother can break the forty limit and achieve foundation building?

Yes and no? "

After all, the person who understands you is still your pillow, and Balinger and Zhao Rulan are indeed in love and know each other.

Zhao Rulan never mentioned this matter, but Baling'er already felt it.

Similarly, Baling'er had never explained before, and Zhao Rulan had never asked.

However, today, Baling'er always wanted to say something: "I know that many people in Zangfalou think he is lucky, and they often say bad things about him behind his back.

I also know that you have some opinions on letting Ruier recognize him as godfather.

I also have to admit that when I first met him, I was somewhat utilitarian and inquisitive.

But the more I got in touch with and the deeper I understood, the more I felt it.

This brother of mine is by no means an idler!
He just doesn't care about the eyes of the world, he doesn't care about other people's opinions, he only lives in his own world, and regards the ups and downs of the outside world, power, fame and fortune as nothing.

But if it's just that, you think he's easy to bully, then you're wrong.

That is a sleeping real dragon, whoever provokes him will bear his wrath. "

Zhao Rulan was also a little dazed, she never thought that Baling'er had such a high opinion of Mo Chengjun.

Even though Baling'er said it so seriously, she still said in disbelief, "You and I know the same Mo Chengjun?"

Baling'er smiled, and suddenly tilted his head and said: "Let's put it this way, if one day I go on a mission and fail to come back, don't go to those friends who call me brothers, let alone visit those teachers. uncle uncle.

Find him right away. "

"Is it useful to find him?"

"Don't worry, if I was still alive at that time, he would definitely bring me back.

If I die, then he..."

Speaking of this, something seemed to flash in Baling'er's eyes.

It was a day many years ago, when Mo Chengjun was just an outer disciple who had just entered the Tibetan Falou.

That day, they found a barren mountain, and saw that when the other party waved his hand, countless fire crows descended from the sky, and forcibly lifted the ground 500 meters away.

At that time, he had only entrained Qi to the third heaven.

By chance, Zhao Rulan followed, "Then what will he do?"

Baling'er gave her a strange look: "Many people will die, and many people will be buried with me!"

Zhao Rulan also came to her senses, and she quickly said: "I'm babbling, babbling, what kind of nonsense are you talking about!
Is it dead or not? I was also dazzled by you. "

As she said that, Zhao Rulan still grabbed Baling'er's ear, and said, "What? Is that why you want to abandon us?"

Baling'er hurriedly bent down: "This is not the end of the conversation, how can I part with you, and how can I part with my lovely Rui'er."

Some commotion, but it dilutes the previous tense atmosphere.

……

At this time, the peak of the four seasons.

Fairy Ruoli walked into the bamboo house again, and saw her master sitting behind a round table with her eyes slightly closed, with a flying sword across her knees.

There are two cups of new tea on the round table, and the fragrance of tea permeates the surroundings.

"Coming?" Sword Master Siji didn't open his eyes, but said lightly:
"Yes, teacher."

The female sword master asked again: "Has he already started to retreat and break through?"

"Correct!"

The female sword master seemed a little strange, opened her eyes, looked at her apprentice, and asked, "You seem a little unhappy?"

"No, nothing." Fairy Ruoli immediately retorted:
"I know, he met many people before he broke through, and basically met everyone who knew him well.

Only did not come to you? "The female sword master said with a smile that was not a smile:
Fairy Ruoliu was as cold as ever: "Do I need it?"

"It doesn't seem necessary, but you're just not happy."

"I'm not unhappy!"

"Your unhappiness is written all over your face?"

"I'm wearing a veil? Can you see it?"

Sword Master Four Seasons shook his head, and said with a broken smile: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this.

That kid is indeed a genius, don't look at other things, just at this speed of cultivation, it will only take about six or seven years, and he can reach the twelfth level of entraining qi to complete, which is also very good.

Let's wish him success in building a foundation! "

"Haha, success or failure, what does it matter to me?"

"You, you!" Sword Master Four Seasons also shook his head and was speechless:

……

Night, Yunjian City, Tea Tree Lane, inside the private school.

The old master was still so old, so crumbling, as if he fell asleep and couldn't wake up the next day.

But he's been doing that for years, many, many years.

At this time, in the study room covered with sandalwood, he and a recliner were flipping through a book casually.

The books are very new, and they don't match the antiquity of the room at all, but the old man reads them with great interest, as if he is tasting some peerless delicacy.

"The secret of exchanging blood lies in washing the marrow!"

"This theory is a bit interesting, it's not working on the blood, but on the organs that produce blood.

Bone marrow, bone marrow, marrow is born, and the blood is new! "

"It's such a simple truth, Crazy Ning, you've been trapped for the rest of your life, and you didn't understand until your death.

Haha, it turns out that you are also blind! "

"Qi, the bioelectricity in the human body?"

"Bioelectricity? Bioelectricity! What kind of stupid name is this? There is no poetry at all, let alone learning from me for so long."

"However, this theory is really interesting. Is the subtle lightning in the human body actually the so-called 'Qi'?"

"Is there any basis for this? Or is it just a wild guess?"

In any case, when the old man finished turning the last page and closed the book, the four large characters on the cover were exactly—"Secret Record of Hope".

Caressing the book lightly, the old master's old eyes were a little more amazed, a little bit emotional, and a little bit relieved.

"Crazy, crazy Ning, I gave your secret record to the wrong person.

What you have never achieved, I will also see with my own eyes.

You see, it is indeed as you said, everything is moving forward, and everything that was once impossible is now possible. "

"The so-called miracle is just waiting for the person who creates it."

"It's just a pity that you can't see it, you can't see it!"

……

The small courtyard of the Mo family is a closed-off place.

A flame burned outside Mo Chengjun's body. It was not a real flame, but it expanded outward like a flame, from the inside to the outside, until it filled the entire secret room and then suddenly shrank into his body.

At this moment, under the influence of an invisible force, Mo Chengjun floated up.

He was suspended in the air, and a torrent of magic power bloomed outward.

At this moment, Mo Chengjun's whole body seemed to be transparent, and the light started from him and spread outward, endlessly.

At this moment, as if he couldn't restrain himself, he suddenly let out a shocking roar.

The sharp penetrating sound could not even be stopped by the forbidden area, and it spread outwards endlessly until it was several miles away, startling countless birds and beasts flying around, and the monks stopped.

After a full cup of tea, Mo Chengjun suppressed this inexplicable impulse. He opened his eyes, stood still, and exhaled slowly.

This was really just a random movement, but his breath directly condensed into an air arrow, piercing through the wall more than ten meters away.

A little sunlight penetrates through the hole.

Mo Chengjun walked to the door of the room, opened it, and let the sun shine on his face, feeling as if he had ushered in a new life.

So far, foundation building, success!

So far, the sky is high and the birds are flying, and the sea is wide and the fish are leaping!

(End of this chapter)