When his son began to study, Rong Zhihao was particularly relieved.

In Rong Zhihao's dictionary, he doesn't care about academic performance, what he cares about is understanding and application.

He felt that he owed his son, and he wanted to make up for all the love he lacked for three years.

It was also because since the formation of the Void Pill, he had obviously felt the lack of aura, and he wanted to find a place with sufficient aura to practice.

Maybe it's his own fault, every time he goes to the children's park, Xiao Anran is not social, he prefers to rely on himself, which has a prerequisite for his travel plan.

Rong Zhihao first bought an SUV with his son of more than 500,000 yuan, and asked the 4S store to add a car refrigerator to the car.

He never cared about money, so he didn't have any more money except for the one million left by Fu Yilan. He is not afraid of money, and he firmly believes that he will not be short of money.

Because his son also formed a false pill, Rong Zhihao had a sense of urgency.

He is not jealous of his son, let alone wants to compete with his son, he wants to explore the way for his son first.

The farther away from the crowd, the more abundant the aura! This is the conclusion that Rong Zhihao has reached.

It seems that even if one does not practice, one will absorb the aura, and the more people there are, the less the aura, and only by understanding it in this way can it be explained.

It's like right now, I'm driving, but I can feel the aura entering my body, albeit insignificant. And in the city, if you don't meditate, you can't feel the existence of the aura at all.

"Enron, we'll live here, if you're annoyed, tell Dad, let's go back!" Rong Zhihao set up a tent by a stream surrounded by mountains, and said apologetically while taking out the barbecue grill.

"Got it, Dad!" Rong Anran, who had never been far away, was curious about everything.

After eating and drinking, Rong Zhihao began to chat with his son and taught him to memorize Tang poems......

Half an hour later, he taught his son to run Qigong and walked through all the meridians of his body, which was the experience he had summed up before.

Fifteen minutes later, Rong Zhihao took out two hemp ropes from the car and two futons woven by stretching tendons and grass, and put them ten meters apart: "Come, let's meditate together, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Rong Zhihao was worried that his son didn't like to meditate, but he didn't know that Rong Anran liked meditation very much, and he especially liked the feeling of calmness and relaxation when he entered meditation. Especially after the end, the feeling of being strong made him enjoy it even more.

Rong Zhihao smiled and began to meditate.

Not long after sitting down, Rong Zhihao was surprised to find that he couldn't feel the existence of aura on his son's side, and the aura on his side also converged in the direction of his son. This made Rong Zhihao surprised and anxious.

He must explore a good path for his son, because he believes in the existence of "going crazy" - he must not let his son have problems!

So, he quickly collected his feelings......

"Hmm, what about the aura I absorbed?" Yi Shen Dantian, Rong Zhihao found that his original light gray Void Pill was empty: What is going on?

This kind of thing, when I was in the city before, also appeared every day, Rong Zhihao thinks so: the aura he inhales is too little, and the human body needs to consume the aura...... But these days, when he was at home, he found that although the aura would be consumed, it was more or less a surplus, and it shouldn't be like today......

"Dizzy--"

glanced at the son who was absorbing the aura freely: "No matter, absorb a little more this time and see what the result will be." ”

Rong Zhihao quickly let go of the entanglement in his heart and entered deep meditation......

Feeling the cheers of the pores of his body again, Rong Zhihao let go of his mood and absorbed it without any scruples. He hoped that he could absorb more, so that there would be less on his son's side.

But at this moment, he didn't know that Xiao Anran's absorption of the aura was more perverted than him, and his absorption did not affect his son.

Fortunately, he didn't know, otherwise, he would be more worried about his son - he had to be one step ahead of him, he had to go out of the right way.

The aura entered each of his pores with joy, and quickly gathered towards the Void Pill, the Void Pill that was like nothing, first with a wisp of green smoke, and then full of mist......

Light gray ...... Slowly get deeper – deeper – deeper again......

I don't know how long I sat there, but Rong Zhihao's breathing slowly became heavier......

"Boom--"

A loud noise startled Rong Zhihao, and he quickly opened his eyes: "An Ran ......"

A hundred meters away, Rong Anran stood by a large pool where the stream was converging, looking at the flying splashes and giggling.

"An Ran--" Rong Zhihao hurriedly ran over and nervously held his son's hand: his son hadn't learned to swim yet: "An Ran, what are you doing?"

"Daddy--it's not fun at all!" Rong Anran replied.

"What's not fun?" grabbed his son's things, and Rong Zhihao was relieved.

"That dantian, dad ......" Rong Anran pointed to his navel with another finger: "That ball, it's black, it's not like this......" He picked up the golden crystal ball that had been with him since he was a child at his feet just now: "It's not fun at all!"

"Black?" Rong Zhihao understood, his son was referring to the Void Pill in his own sea of qi......

How could it be? I had only finally reached dark gray until now, how could my son be black? How could he absorb it so quickly? This was the effect of his body cultivation before the yin and yang were separated?

Rong Zhihao was happy and worried, but he was still curious and asked, "How long have you been playing?" Rong Zhihao found that he had been meditating for more than four hours.

"It's been a long time...... Rong Anran thought for a while and said, "I saw that your butt was sitting in pain, so I went there to play for a while." He pointed to the trees not far away: "There was nothing there, it was not fun, so I came back, and here I saw fish, several small ones." ”

Speaking of this, he looked up at Rong Zhihao, lowered his head embarrassedly, and continued with a smile: "I feel swollen all over...... Only...... So I brought a rock and smashed the fish...... Hee-hee......"

"How big is the stone?" Rong Zhihao asked.

"That's it...... It's about the same size as that!" Rong Anran pointed to the hundred-pound stone more than fifty meters away.

On the side of the stone, there is a fresh pit, which should be bigger than this stone......

It took more than four hours for him to turn the Void Pill into dark gray, and after an hour or two for his son, the Void Pill turned ink......

A child, who was less than five years old, brought hundreds of pounds of stones from 50 meters away and threw them into the pool......

Rong Zhihao fainted...... He was happy and nervous......

The happy thing is that my son has a talent for cultivating truth—a very high talent......

I am happy that my dream is correct, and there is a way to cultivate the truth......

Nervous: I am afraid that my son will go too fast, because he believes that what is written in the novel and all the information about Xiuzhen on the Internet says this: too fast, he will go crazy......

What worries me is that although my son has read a lot of books, his comprehension and judgment skills are still limited, and he is afraid that his son will go the wrong way!

Rong Zhihao likes it and is entangled......

"Come, Enron--" Rong Zhihao took out his mobile phone: "Don't you like to read?

Because Rong Anran was too young, Rong Zhihao didn't think of marrying a son with a mobile phone.

He found the "Hundred Herbs Sutra" from his mobile phone: "Next time, if Dad is still meditating, you can go and find out what herbs are on the side, okay?"

On the "Book of Herbs", there are not only medicinal properties, but also patterns of herbs.

"Okay, okay!" Rong Anran happily took the phone and looked at it......

Novelty and novelty, as long as it is fresh, will be curious!

"Also, you can also ...... like this" Rong Zhihao walked a few steps along the stream, picked up the pebbles on a place with a lot of mountain sand, smoothed out the three or four square meters of sand, wrote a few words with his fingers, and then smoothed it out: "You can also be like Dad, you have seen Han Li, Wei Tablet, Stone Drum Text, and other calligraphy, remember?"

Rong Zhihao took the mobile phone from his son's hand again, checked it to Qin Seal, and said it again: "There is an old saying in Yuezhou: 'Words are good for the first bowl of dishes', you can also learn to practice calligraphy on the sand!"

"Giggles--fun!" Rong Anran looked up at his father with a smile: "I know, Dad!"

"Well, now I'll take you to look around, where Dad didn't take you to, you can't go, remember?" Rong Zhihao asked: "If you go far, you will get lost!"

Hearing that he was lost, Rong Anran shuddered: "Remember, Dad, I don't go far, I can't see Dad's place, I won't!"

"Good--go, Daddy has something to cook for you!"

In this way, Rong Zhihao took his son to live for ten days.

In ten days, Rong Zhihao's Void Pill also became pitch black!

"Isn't it Jindan? how can it be pitch black?" Rong Zhihao began to be entangled and confused, how should he practice next?

Rong Zhihao first recalled the collected information in his mind, and then speculated, and found that there were many methods, but they all felt that it was not feasible.

The most worthy of his test is to practice, practice, and practice again, hoping that it will come to fruition in the end.

But it's just hope, can it really come to pass?

Rong Anran, who used to be not afraid of anything, but not now, now he has a son.

In the past, Rong Zhihao was not afraid of failure, and he could come again if he failed, but now he can't wait to start all over again, his son's cultivation speed is not half a star faster than his own, and he can wait, but his son can't.

So, what should be done?

Among the various theories and methods of the predecessors, there is certainly no way to find a way, and there is no other way than to cross the river by feeling the stones.

In qigong, guide the qi machine to go to the small Zhou Tian and the big Zhou Tian, until the Qi Jing Eight Veins, but the Qi in the Void Dan can't come out......

One thing Rong Zhihao affirmed, when he changed from a virtual Dan to a virtual Dan, he was sure: The Void Dan must become a real Dan, so is he a real Dan if he is like this?

Now the pitch-black round pill feels swollen, is it full? Will it break the pill?

What will happen after the Dan is broken? Will it be that after the Dan is broken, as it is written in the book, the Dantian will be broken and all the previous achievements will be lost?

Thinking of the abandonment of his previous achievements, Rong Zhihao was afraid, he was not afraid of death, let alone failure, but because of his son, he was afraid......

Now, he was careful to absorb the aura, because the swollen Danzhong didn't know what would happen next.

But one thing he is sure of is that as long as there is no major discomfort, then there is certainly no problem.

In other words, if you keep practicing like this, there will be no problem?

It's not a question of whether there is a problem now, it's a question of no way out......

Rong Zhihao had already asked his son to meditate less, but he knew that even if his son spent ten times less than him, his son's cultivation speed was also quite amazing.

He also asked his son how Xudan was doing.

The son told him: It's just pitch black, swollen, weird, and comfortable......

Rong Zhihao was speechless, the feeling of swelling was not very comfortable, like a big stone blocked in his chest.

A strong sense of urgency made Rong Zhihao anxious, but there was nothing he could do......

Try compression, it's really not good, just storm the pill, and see if you can produce the golden pill after the storm.

It took Rong Zhihao several days and a lot of effort to finally understand: he was deceived by the novel, and the qi in the Dan cannot be compressed, because it cannot be compressed.

Maybe...... Haven't you had the skills?

Rong Zhihao was reluctant to completely deny the cultivation method set in the novel, and it was because he had read too many novels that he embarked on this path......

Fiction? Yes, it is fiction that guides itself.

Practice, Practice, Cultivation...... It's cultivation --

Practicing is completely different from refining, my past should be regarded as cultivation, so should I start cultivating from now on?

Cultivation -- meditation, practice, but what about cultivation? Is it meditation and tempering?

If so, then, is the tempering against that pill?

Yes, yes, but how to temper it? Rong Zhihao has no clue......