After moving the mountain into the peak, the blood fills the body, penetrates the big spine, uses its own body as a drum, and uses blood as a hammer to produce a kind of resonance between heaven and earth, feel the mighty power in this heaven and earth, the first qi of all things to grow, so as to condense the seeds of the first qi to reach the realm of moving mountains.

Heaven and earth have the first qi when the Yellow River flows, the heaven and the earth have the first qi when the sun and the moon rise, the first qi is the power that will never dissipate in this heaven and earth, but chasing the stars and the moon is like the power of gods and demons.

The first qi in the heaven and earth is divided into five elements, drawing yin and yang, holding the two qi of life and death, leading the light and dark stream, each person's own physique has its own area, some human physique is biased towards fire, then he resonates with the endless fire of the initial qi, can burn the mountain, can melt the sea, some human physique is biased towards darkness, then his initial qi, devouring the sun and the sky, when like the night falls, corroding the earth.

All in all, the original qi is the magical power between the heaven and the earth that can turn decay and change all things, at this time, the carefree sitting cross-legged, is traveling the world in the heart, the blood around the body is surging, boiling, in order to find an entry point, so as to resonate with this world.

The blood is getting more and more violent, like a python roaring, and there is a faint red light on Xiaoyao's eyebrows, which is the embodiment of the abundance of blood. With the passage of time, the qi and blood of the whole body began to be inspired, as if it was about to rush out of the body, and at this moment, a green light crossed his skin, and the blood and qi were still tumbling violently, but the skin of the body was like a membrane full of toughness, firmly encircling it.

Those who move mountains must not only resonate with the primordial qi in heaven and earth, but also have a body like copper tendons and iron bones, otherwise if the blood and qi are free from the wild horse and scattered out of the body, it will lead to a great loss of their own blood and qi, and they will not advance but retreat.

When the blood qi successfully resonates with the primordial qi in heaven and earth, the next step is to guide, guide this primordial qi into the dantian, and condense the seeds of primordial qi, so that it can echo with the free primordial qi in this heaven and earth.

"There's still a line left!" Xiaoyao opened his eyes, and then a look of determination flashed in his eyes. "Burn!" There was a roar in his heart, and the true blood in his body burst like water droplets, and began to splash outward, and those surging blood qi were added to it, as if a bowl of cold water was suddenly added to the hot oil, and in an instant, the tumbling of this blood qi increased even more violently.

A breeze rose out of thin air in this small night, and wisps of white smoke came out of Xiaoyao's body at this time, which was too fierce for blood fluctuations, and his red face was also an expression of struggle.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and the momentum of the tiger and leopard in his whole body instantly withered, and the flush slowly faded like a tide.

"It's a failure!" The blood at the corner of his mouth dripped on the bed, Xiaoyao clenched his fist tightly, the sound of the click bar was crisp and loud, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he just felt the grand power in the heaven and earth, but his own physical strength and blood had passed the peak posture, flourishing and declining, and he fell into weakness and exhaustion, and then he watched himself pass by it.

"This time it hurt the root of the body, and it seems that it will take some time to recuperate. Xiaoyao wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and lay down on the bed, his tired eyes slowly closed.

"Chirp!" is the bird on the old tree in the street, also stopped flapping its wings, and entered a dormant moment.

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"What is the way of a saint?" an old man with a white beard looked at a child of five or six years old in front of him.

The child's face was pouting, Zou Zou's eyebrows were not obvious, and he said in a milky voice: "The way of a saint should be like the way of a gentleman, do not do to others what you do not want to be done, and the way of a saint should be as good as water, for the sake of not fighting." ”

"Little one, what is the way of life and death?" the white-bearded old man nodded with satisfaction and asked again.

"The way of life and death, when it is like the way of Zen, there is nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust, only with a clear mind, can we get rid of life and death. Xiao Budian responded.

"Hahahaha, good, good, good. The white-bearded old man laughed with satisfaction, and his body slowly disappeared like foam.

"Hey, don't go, you liar, you promised to play with me. Xiao Bu shouted angrily.

"Little one, I'm hungry. A voice as soft as water came from behind.

Xiao Budian turned his head, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Wow, osmanthus cake, mother, you are so good to me." ”

"Eat slowly! Don't choke!" The woman was dressed in a yellow shirt, with long hair and a shawl, eyebrows as light as snowflakes, a pair of pure eyes, a small nose, ruddy lips, and a complexion like peach blossoms.

"Mother, I want to be like other big brothers, I can fly with a sword, I can fight big monsters, and I can also go to peek at my big sister taking a bath. Xiao Bu took a big bite of the osmanthus cake and muttered.

"It's Wang Feng's stinky boy who taught you again, I have to repair him when I go back. The woman muttered to herself, stroked her little nod, and said, "When you are older, my mother will ask your father to teach you, and now we are still young, so we should eat happily and have fun." ”

"I know, mother!" Xiao Budian ate the osmanthus cake all over his mouth, raised his head, but found that his mother was no longer there, and shouted again and again: "Mother, mother, mother, where are you?"

A burst of white mist blew by, and the small spot in front of him slowly disappeared in the picture, and at the same time a new picture opened, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old in green clothes, standing by the waterhole, his eyes were stunned, looking at the red carp that kept swimming and playing.

"Little don't go, take you to kite flying for your father. A rough and loud voice came from behind him.

"Father, I'm almost an adult, can you stop calling me a little bit, can you stop pulling me to fly a kite, it's so embarrassing?" Xiao Budian turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was walking towards him with a masculine and deep face, and said helplessly.

"Haha, what do you say you want to play, for my father to take you to have a good time today. The middle-aged man laughed.

"Father, I want to practice that method of ascending to heaven and earth! I don't want to practice the Dharma of sanctification at one time. Xiao Bu stared at him with straight eyes.

"It's a little bit, this is a method that is more profound than heaven and earth, and it is also infinitely mysterious, and you will know it if you stick to it for a few more years. The middle-aged man soothed.

"You tell me every year that it's good to hold on for a few more years, but father, more than ten years have passed, and you know that in order to complete the practice of entering the Holy Dharma in one day as soon as possible, I stayed in the study room every day and every night, forgetting to sleep and eat, and stayed at home. Speaking of this, Xiao Budian was also more and more emotional, "I have read more than 10,000 volumes from the sage book to the gossip book of wonders, and even the picture of the Golden Vase Meichun Palace I have read dozens of books, and my eyes are about to grow needles, but as a result, I have to spend half a day even strangling a chicken to death." ”

Seeing that Xiao Budian's excited face was full of flushes, the middle-aged man also said with an embarrassed face: "Xiao Budian, this is the martial arts that my father practiced in the past, and the Eight Dragons decided to take it first." An ancient yellow book appeared in his hand.

"Won't this be the same as the last Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale?"

"It's just two things, this is definitely a fake for the father. The middle-aged man said without doubt.

"Wow! Father, your conscience has found it!" Xiao Budian quickly flipped through the Eight Dragons, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

"Stinky boy, when you reach adulthood and you still can't get a satisfactory answer to enter the Holy Dharma, my father will agree to let you go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose martial arts and cultivation methods at will. The middle-aged man scolded with a smile.

"Pull enough to hang yourself. Xiao Budian hurriedly stretched out his little thumb.

The middle-aged man also stretched out his fingers in a hearty laugh, and just as the two fingers were about to be pulled together, the middle-aged man shattered like a mirror and scattered on the ground.

"Father!" shouted Xiao Budian, who shouted heartbreakingly. This bright sky was suddenly shrouded in shadows at this time, this is not darkness descending, but a big hand covering the sky and the sun, this big hand is like a mountain in the sky, like the hand of gods and demons, slowly falling from the sky.

The yellow lightning is like a dragon shuttling in this giant palm, and everywhere it passes, the space is like a mirror constantly cracking and showing a large black crack, this scene seems to be the end of the world, as if the sky has fallen, and everything is panicked.

"No!" Looking at this giant palm falling like a heavenly might, small as a little grass in a rainstorm, struggling with the remnants of the ant, the body could not be dynamic, watching it continue to press down, watching the mysterious character carved in its palm fall.

"No!" shouted, and Xiaoyao woke up from his dream, his eyes were already moist on both sides, and a ray of golden sunlight shone through the thin layer of white paper in the window on his young face.