Qi is intangible, and it takes people's imagination and willpower to change its form, otherwise even if it perceives it, it will only be a ball of air in your hand after all. The real strong man is to turn nothingness into reality and the impossible into possibility.

Ao Ji sat down next to Fu Qinggu and watched her meditate quietly. Fu Qinggu didn't even notice that Ao Ji was around, and relying too much on the five senses would make people ignore the things around them when they shifted their attention to other things. Fu Qinggu meditated for a long time, but after all, he just sat there, and still didn't feel what the qi was. She thought to herself, could it be that it would take three and five years to feel qi? Even if that person could cultivate in his life, his lifespan would not be able to sustain it. When she got up, she found Ao Ji sitting next to her, surprised that she hadn't noticed her.

"I'm afraid it's not enough for you, ma'am. Ao Ji watched Fu Qinggu's performance and expressed her opinion.

"What's the problem? Don't call me Mrs., it looks rusty, you can call me by my name, you can call me Little Bone. You can tell me the trick of practicing qi, you Jiao people should all be masters, are there some shortcuts, some simple and quick methods?"

"Husband... Sister Xiao Gu thinks about this matter too simply, and our Jiao clan is not all strong cultivators, for example, I won't be lucky. Qi is an important part of the creation of this world, after Pangu opened the world, his breath spread in the universe, in all corners of the world, no one dares to say that he knows the knowledge and use of Qi well. It is precisely because there is no upper limit to cultivation that all of them are constantly devoting themselves to cultivation, hoping that they can create miracles. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about, is there an easy-to-understand version?"

"Let me start with a few questions. Are you still conscious after you fall asleep?"

"Of course it's gone, who's lifeless, probably on fire, doesn't know. ”

"Well, let me ask you again, do you vaguely remember what happened around you when you were asleep?

"These... It doesn't seem to be. But when I woke up the next day, I remembered the dream I had last night, and some things in the dream seemed to have happened, but I just thought it was a delusion and didn't care. ”

"What are the specifics?"

"I want to think about it... Yes, just last night, I was asleep, I talked in my sleep in the middle of the night, and I vaguely remember someone talking to me, but I don't remember what I said. Later, Yan Che told me that he saw me talking in his sleep last night and was still talking to me. ”

"It's... Do you usually call the Demon King by his name, isn't that a little disrespectful?"

"Well, he wouldn't care about any of that. ”

"Well, I'm talking about this to describe a completely empty gesture. Even if you meditate here all day, it's hard to feel the qi now. Only if the heartbeat and breathing are reduced to the slowest level as if you were asleep, and there are no distractions in the brain. If you don't let go of your mind, you can't feel a special existence. The more you think about gathering qi in your heart, the more you want to see what qi looks like, it often backfires. Imagine that you are not breathing, and you can hear the breath of qi. The more you talk, the more you probably think, so you don't have to memorize what I say, but you can feel it. ”

Hearing Ao Ji's explanation, Fu Qinggu simply lay on the grass. There are too many distractions in her heart, she has been with Jiang Mengsheng all the time, and she understands that it is indeed not easy to deal with problems large and small across the country. She is also concerned about the future of mankind in her heart, and every day she thinks about whether the demons can give mankind a better future. Now, she's going to let go of it all, empty her body, and slow down her breathing. It is like sinking into the deep sea, and the body gradually sinks.

Fu Qinggu, who closed his eyes, the world in his heart was dark. People will be frightened and cry hysterically in the dark, but it is these instinctive reactions that will make their breath disordered. She was motionless in the dark, and since she could not see with her eyes, nor could she hear with her ears, nor did she touch anything with her body, she had nothing to fear. She was in the dark, unable to hear her own breathing. At this moment, she faintly heard the sound of wind in her ears. Where does this wind come from? In the darkness, Fu Qinggu groped left and right, and suddenly saw white lines on his body, like blood vessels growing on his body. She felt not blood flowing in her white veins, but breathing breath. Just as the brain can dominate the body, she imagined the qi flowing out of the body and gathering in the palm of her hand. In her hand, a tiny, spinning ball was formed, like a messy ball of yarn, suspended in the palm of her hand. Later, when her ears heard the applause, she opened her eyes and saw that the world was immediately brightened, and her nose could smell the dirt on the grass. The source of the voice was Ao Ji's excited applause, and Ao Ji was happy, but also reminded her to look into her palm. Fu Qinggu looked at his palm and found that the white qi that had appeared in the darkness before was gathering on his palm, but the size was significantly smaller than before. As soon as Fu Qinggu was happy, the qi in his hand dissipated.

It seems that the search for qi has been successful, and it will be a laborious task to control it next. Ao Ji picked her up and prepared to take her back. Fu Qinggu didn't plan to leave yet, after all, he had already become a function, and it should be time to work hard. But Ao Ji told her that it was not early, and that it would be evening in half an hour. Fu Qinggu was startled, and when Ao Ji told her that she had been lying on the grass for a total of two hours, she realized that it had been so long since she had worked hard in the blink of an eye, and cultivation really wasn't something that happened overnight. She also thanked Ao Ji for waiting silently by her side for these two hours, never giving up. At this time, Ao Ji told her again that Yan Che had actually come in the middle. He saw Fu Qinggu lying motionless on the grass, so he blew into her eyes. Perhaps it was Yan Che's simple actions that allowed Fu Qinggu to find his breath smoothly. Fu Qinggu heard what Ao Ji said, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help laughing.

To the east of Yongguo, a mountain city.

Jin Shijie, who had not appeared in everyone's field of vision for a long time, followed by the Golden Six Saints and Yan Qinghou, walking on a mountain at the junction of Yongguo and Yunguo. The Golden Six Sages were afraid that Jin Shijie would be tired and wanted to carry him up the mountain, but he refused. Climbing to the mountainside, Jin Shijie was already sweating, but he didn't have an aristocratic temper, and after wiping a handful of sweat, he walked up the stone steps, and Yan Qinghou walked at the end.

The mountains were humid and muggy. It is located at the junction of Yongguo and Yunguo, and the heat in the west is affected by the topography and gathers here, and the sea breeze and water vapor blowing from the east make it hot here, but the air is moist rain. Many people in the Golden Six Saints took off their clothes because of the heat and held them in their hands, but Yan Qinghou did not do so. Naturally, he felt stuffy, but not because of shyness or decency issues, but because one of his arms was a puppet arm. The humid air can easily rust and damage the parts of his arm, so everyone else takes off it refreshingly, but he wraps his arm tightly.

A pavilion appeared on the mountainside, and Jin Shijie quickened his pace after seeing the pavilion. It seems that that is their destination. Everyone followed Jin Shijie's steps closely and walked to the small pavilion, and saw that there were already people waiting there.

There is a stone table in the pavilion, and on the stone table is carved chessboard, and chess pieces made of stone are placed. There was a man in front of the stone table, his long hair was silky, like a waterfall flowing straight down, and the luster from his hair could be seen between the swaying. If you couldn't tell that this person was a man, you would really think that it was a woman's hair. The man holds a chess piece in his hand and seems to be hesitating, not knowing how to make a move. He didn't look at Jin Shijie directly, just looked down at the chessboard, and then said, "Are you here?"

Seeing that this person was so rude, and seeing that King Qi Jin Shijie didn't even look at him, Jin Meng puffed up the muscles on his body and said to the man: "What attitude do you have, you dare to talk to King Qi like this!"

Jin Shijie wanted to signal Jin Meng not to care about this, but he heard the man laugh.

"If the king of the (dead) kingdom wants to find pride and dignity from me, I am afraid he has come to the wrong place. There is nothing to serve the king in the wilderness here, and I look down on the royal family and officials. ”

Seeing that the man was so unreasonable, Jin Meng wanted to go up and compete with him, but Jin Shijie stopped him and told him not to be unreasonable. Jin Shijie also understands that the current situation is not to the point where he can call for wind and rain, and everyone is looking forward, so he naturally comes here to ask for help. He sat down in front of the man and was about to speak, but the man grabbed ahead of her and said, "Don't worry, wait until I finish this game of chess first." After saying that, he dropped the stone chess in his hand on the chessboard, and then proudly realized the skill of his move. He looked at Jin Shijie, although he didn't say a word, as if he was telling Jin Shijie: Only if you win this game of chess can you have the right to speak.

Jin Shijie also understood that his strength in chess was not low, and he once spent a lot of money to prove his strength and made moves with the chess saint, but he lost in thirty moves. The people behind him were all martial artists, and they didn't know anything about chess, so it was just the time for him to show his skills. He took a closer look at the game, which was an endgame, and Red had to make every move before he could make a draw. This game of chess is not difficult, it was introduced in the chess book written by the chess saint, and he kept it in mind. Jin Shijie reached out and grabbed a chess piece and wanted to move, but found that the chess piece seemed to be glued to the stone table and did not move. Jin Shijie tried several times to no avail, and he was tired and out of breath. Jin Meng on the side came over to help, after all, with his strength, not to mention picking up a stone chess piece and moving the entire pavilion is not a problem. But when Jin Meng made a move, the result was still the same as before, and the chess pieces did not move at all.

The other five people of the Golden Six Saints did not believe in evil, and came to get chess pieces separately, and the result was the same. Then they said that the red chess pieces were all attached to the stone table and could not be moved. The man told them with practical actions that these chess pieces were not connected to the table: he reached out and grabbed the chess pieces that Jin Shijie wanted to move before, really picked up the chess pieces, shook them in front of the other six people, and then put the chess pieces back in their places.

The faces of the six people were ugly, especially Huang Qiying, he carefully observed the chessboard and chess pieces, and found that there was no abnormality, and the other party did not use spells such as blindfolding, why couldn't everyone hold the chess pieces?

Seeing that Jin Shijie didn't play chess, the man also reminded Jin Shijie that it was his turn to go, but Jin Shijie couldn't hold the chess pieces, how could he finish this game of chess with him?

Yan Qinghou, who was hiding behind the seven people, saw this scene in his eyes. He looked at the man carefully, and he always felt that he had seen each other somewhere, but he couldn't remember the name. Only then did he notice that there was a sword behind the man, without a scabbard, and the hilt stood facing up on the stone slab of the stone pavilion without a stand. It doesn't look like someone has stuck the sword into the slab, because the head of the sword is still clearly visible, as if the sword is "standing" on the ground on its own. This sword is mediocre, and it doesn't seem to be a famous sword. As a swordsman, this man should also be a famous figure, why Yan Qinghou just can't remember his name.

Seeing that the Golden Six Saints had no choice but to take the man, Yan Qinghou was also ready to make a move.

He walked into the pavilion and came to the stone table. As soon as he saw Yan Qinghou approaching, the man said, "You are the power sword Yan Qinghou among the seven swords, right?" I've always heard your name, and this is the first time I've seen you." ”

"It's a prize, it's just a false name on the rivers and lakes, and it's not enough to worry about. Now that I've fallen to this point, I'm afraid that the name of the Seven Swords is more suitable for others. ”

"Don't feel guilty. The demons have even defeated the Sword Master, and it is human nature for you to lose. ”

"The book is clumsy, Your Excellency should be a famous swordsman, but you are lonely and unheard, dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"

"Where is there a big name, I don't even have a name. The man responded with a smile.

"How can anyone not know their name, if you don't know your name, then how do others call you?" Jin Meng on the side couldn't get used to the man's smugness, and said this sentence casually.

The man didn't say much, looked at the hazy mist in the mountains, and then said, "I really don't have a name, my past master called me nameless." ”

As soon as he heard these two words, Yan Qinghou couldn't bear it, jumped up from the stone chair in an instant, and said loudly: "You are the senior brother of our Seven Swords, known as the nameless among the Three Musketeers without a sheath!"