Xianye

Chapter 9 Chen Ying
In the cave, Chen Heng slowly opened his eyes.

Two rays of light that could not be concealed were first released from his eyes, and they shot out for more than three feet, scorching and brilliant, and even suppressed several burning oil candles on the cave wall.

until tens of breaths passed,
The light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the bottom of his eyes returned to the usual dark and innocent look.

"The fetal breath is achieved, and the root of nature is self-expressed. Next, it is time to plan a practice of qi, to do the thing of refining and refining qi."

He stretched his shoulders and arms, and the bones all over his body suddenly made clanking and crackling sounds like bamboo joints growing.

Under the control of the mind, the qi and blood in the body, like a furnace like an elephant, shattered all the dust and dust within three feet with just one shock, as if a big mountain beast was twisting its claws and claws, about to pounce.

Chen Heng has never felt as good as he is now.

Both blood and spirit are exuberant and hot, like sparks at night.

With every movement of his hands and feet, every fist and every finger carried a terrifying majestic force, piercing through wood and stone, and bending gold and iron was nothing more than an easy task.

This is the supernatural power of one arm swaying and three horses passing by.

It's a pity that there is no such thing as bells and tripods in this cave, which can allow Chen Heng to measure his strength. If he wants to do this, he can only do so by going to the big pool under Yangqi Peak.

Hundreds of [-]-jin stone balls were sunk in that big pool, they were made by Gu Jun Yiyi himself, and they were specially used by many qi practitioners.

As for the mystery of practicing Qi Yijing, it is quite different from fetal breath.

The Realm of Fetal Breath——Although the innate sense of weather resident in the body can make the body healthy and greatly increase the strength, it will gradually decline with time, and finally it will be completely gone.

This is also the reason why those great masters of martial arts who have attained fetal breath are still gradually getting old and sick even though they enjoy 150 lifespans, and finally inevitably return to a pile of loess.

However, Immortal monks are different.

They can use the technique of practicing Qi to open up the bridge between the small world of the body and the big world of the present world, so as to reach the realm of practicing Qi.

And when you reach the state of practicing qi, you can refine the endless spiritual energy from the outside world, and use it to fill up your own limited fetal breath.

Supplemented by the aura of the outside world, the qi of the innate fetal breath in the body will not decay, on the contrary, it will become stronger and stronger as the qi is refined.

Even at the end, with a leap, the qi of the innate fetal breath in the body was upgraded to true qi.

It is precisely because of the endless spiritual energy from the outside world that the monks who practice energy are even more miraculous.

Not only can the fetal breath be retracted and released at will, the magic weapon is driven, the flight is off the ground, and the flame is blown away...

Even lifting the five-thousand-jin boulders out of thin air in the big pool of Yangqi Peak is not difficult for a Taoist who has advanced in Qi practice.

……

"Practice qi technique, practice qi technique."

Chen Heng raised his finger, and took the long sword that he had been with him for many days in Yizhen Dharma Realm:
"If the fetal breath can be regarded as not false, then practicing qi is borrowing from heaven and earth?

Borrowing natural aura, taking pills, borrowing foreign medicines, borrowing everything that can strengthen the innate fetal breath, once again strengthen the body, and finally derive different real qi according to the level of practicing qi, this is called building the foundation? "

He stared at the long sword for a moment, then slashed at himself again, but this time no blood flowed out, only a faint white mark was left on the palm of his hand.

Just two breaths.

Even the white marks disappeared.

"When the fetal breath is achieved, it will be separated from the mortal body, and the body will be like gold and iron. It is not bad."

Chen Heng swung the sword a few more times out of curiosity, each blow was stronger than the next, until he wrapped his fetal breath around the sword, and there was a bone-deep scar on the palm of his hand.

And with this swing of the sword.

He could vaguely feel that the fetal breath in his body seemed to be missing a little, and it just disappeared.

"It's no wonder that although the fetal breath state has a lifespan of one hundred and five years, few martial arts masters who have joined the army have lived a sixty-year-old... If you can't practice Qi, you can't grow your own fetal breath. points, one point less.”

Chen Heng casually bandaged the wound on his hand, then pushed open the door and walked out of the cave.

at this time.

It is the mountain wind like the tide.

The wet and cold mist wrapped half of Xiaogan Mountain like a huge coiled snake, the air was lightly white, and the sunlight was also unpredictable in this mist, the light golden color was extremely beautiful, and it only swayed with the clouds and mist , It turned into a waterfall of fire gold.

The rivers and mountains are picturesque and rippling like the sea.

Recalling the misery of the previous life and all the struggles and bewilderment of the new life, Chen Heng only felt extremely happy in his chest, and wished he could hold this hundred thousand li sky in the palm of his hand.

"After today, I will go to Rongguo and send back the body of my predecessor's brother, so as to avoid Yan Feichen's eyes and ears." Chen Heng said to himself.

Although the world is peaceful now, no matter when, bandits and water bandits can't be cleared up.

Fortunately, after achieving the fetal interest rate, he has some strength to protect himself.

In the world of mortals, there are only a handful of situations where he can be injured unless he is surrounded by a large army.

"This time I went down the mountain, while wandering around, looking for Qishu to practice, while honing my killing and fighting skills in the Dharma Realm, waiting for the opening of the abyss next year.

Now that Yan Zhen is dead, no one in the Xuanzhen sect will cling to me like crazy anymore, right? "

Chen Heng thought about it.

Sudden.

Two balls of flowing fire from the sky fell towards the cave, before he had time to dodge, the flowing fire turned into two handsome men, stepping on the real qi, standing still in the void.

"I don't know which two senior brothers are face to face?" Chen Heng stepped forward when he saw this, and took the initiative to say hello.

Among the two men.

One of them was wearing a purple cloud robe and a lotus crown carved from precious jade. He looked like a young man. His clothes were not only gorgeous, but his expression was also extremely arrogant.

"Senior brother? Who is your senior brother from a small family?"

Hearing Chen Heng's question, he sneered subconsciously, but turned the subject abruptly when he thought of something:
"You? Chen Heng? Hmph, you're indeed pretty! Let's go, I'll take you to see the Lord."

"My lord?" Chen Heng frowned slightly, recalling the unpleasant memories of Yan Zhen's extortion of his predecessor, and said, "I don't know why my lord is looking for me, can you explain it more clearly?"

"Speak clearly? Why is there so much nonsense! Do you think you can be proud of being pampered because you are good-looking? Just obey orders honestly!"

The young man in Huafu was impatient, and as soon as he stretched out his real qi, it turned into a rope and hit Chen Heng, intending to bind him.

But before the rope reached him.

The other boy next to him slapped his palm vertically, breaking up the true qi of the boy in fine clothes.

"My lord is the noble daughter of the Shangyu Ai clan. This time I came to the Southern Region to pay a visit to the master of the noble sect. I happened to hear the story of the young master's demeanor, and I yearned for it. That's why I suddenly sent the two of us to invite the young master to talk about it." .”

The other boy cupped his hands slightly, and smiled at Chen Heng, with a warm and mellow voice:

"Yuan is fortunate that he acted rudely and recklessly. I apologize to the young master on his behalf."

"Hmph! You are always a good person."

Seeing that his true qi was scattered lightly, the youth in Chinese clothes named Yuan Xing blushed and turned pale, and shouted angrily.

"I don't know the name of this senior Gao."

Chen Heng suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

His heart surged inexplicably, as if he and the boy who rescued him just now naturally had a sense of closeness.

"Seniors don't dare to be, as for the humble name, it's degrading."

The boy smiled:
"My surname is also Chen, and my single name has the word 'Bao'."

(End of this chapter)