"Give it to me...... Give me ......."

A faint voice, with the meaning of vicissitudes, echoed in Fang Mo's dream, the voice seemed to be tired, getting weaker and weaker, but it was like eternity, always echoing in his mind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fang Mo sat up suddenly, his whole body was cold, wet with sweat, his face was pale, his breathing was short, looking at the cave that was as calm as before, his mind gradually calmed down.

It was already dark, and there was silence except for the faint roars of birds and beasts that could be heard in the distance.

"The previous dream, and that voice......" Fang Mo's face was confused, this kind of thing had never happened to him, suddenly, Fang Mo felt something, and immediately looked down at his body.

From the tattered clothes, there were faint traces of blood, the wound was not deep, the blood had coagulated at the moment, but the pain could still be felt.

This was not the main thing, what really puzzled Fang Mo was that he found that he didn't feel the slightest sense of hunger.

Before going to bed, my mouth was dry, I was so hungry that my mind was dizzy, and when I woke up, I didn't feel hungry, and then I thought about the dream before, all this was too weird.

Fang Mo stood up abruptly and carefully searched every corner of the stone cave.

The strange dreams, as well as the weirdness that happened to him, all happened in this stone cave, so the problem was most likely to be in this stone cave, and he even used his long sword to slash at the stone wall, and finally he was so tired that his mind was dizzy, but he still didn't find anything abnormal. Copy this address to the browser to see the latest chapter%77%77%77%2e%68%65%69%79%61%6e%67%65%2e%63%6f%6d

"What is the reason?" Fang Mo frowned, no hunger and thirst meant that he would not be starved to death, he should have been happy, but if he didn't find out the reason, he couldn't be at ease.

Because he was uneasy, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword couldn't help but tighten a little.

"Huh?" Fang Mo suddenly felt that the long sword was a little awkward, and glanced down.

Everything else was normal, but a detail on the hilt of the sword made his eyes shrink slightly.

In the middle of the hilt was a raised disc with veins appearing, making it look more like a compass that had shrunk many times.

Fang Mo clearly remembered that there were no veins on this compass, and it was completely embedded in the hilt of the sword, and it was slightly convex at this moment, as if it was about to fall off the hilt.

It was precisely because of the bulge of this compass that when he held the hilt of the sword, Fang Mo would notice that he was slightly awkward.

"How so?" Fang Mo tried to buckle it with his fingers, but he couldn't pull the compass off the hilt of the sword, he frowned tightly and pondered for a long time.

If it was any other time, Fang Mo would not be so solemn, but the strangeness at this time made him have to make associations.

"There must be a problem!" Suddenly, there was a conjecture in his heart, and to confirm it, he sat down cross-legged.

Close your eyes, meditate, and settle.

Fang Mo silently recited the "Condensing Qi Decision" mental mantra in his heart, feeling the aura between heaven and earth, and trying to introduce this aura into his body through breathing.

Soon, Fang Mo felt a feeling of ants crawling in his body, which was a sign that the aura had entered his body, but as before, due to the solidity of the meridians, he had never been able to condense the aura in his body.

This time, Fang Mo didn't just hold on for half an hour and give up like before, and continued to breathe and breathe according to the method in "Condensing Qi Decision".

A breeze blew, and the air between the cliffs seemed to be much fresher, and the long sword once again emitted a gentle light, if you looked closely, this light was not emitted by the long sword, but from the slightly raised compass at the hilt.

The light of the compass flickered, as if it was with Fang Mo's breath, absorbing the aura between heaven and earth.

When the first rays of sunlight fell in the morning, Fang Mo opened his eyes.

Although he didn't sleep all night, after meditating all night, he found that he was not as sleepy as he imagined, just a little tired, and his stomach was a little hungry.

He didn't have time to sigh, and when he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look at the compass on the hilt of the sword, and faintly he noticed that the veins on it had increased a little, and the bulge was a little more.

Fang Mo's spirit was shocked, and he immediately put his hand on the raised compass, and suddenly a trace of warmth came out, integrating into his body, as if it had flowed around, and the hunger dissipated a little.

"And so it was!"

Fang Mo's face was happy, he had guessed before that it was because of the aura gathering on the side of the long sword, which caused the long sword to undergo this kind of change, and the weirdness that happened to him was also caused by holding the long sword while sleeping.

Now that I look, it really is!

"Then, that dream from before......" Fang Mo's eyes flashed, he had already vaguely guessed that that dream was also related to the compass on this long sword!

He hesitated for a while, and finally walked to the end of the stone cave, lying on the ground, holding the long sword, closing his eyes and starting to sleep, as the sleepiness swept through, Fang Mo entered the dream realm.

"Give it to me...... Give me ......."

The sound of vicissitudes of life echoed in Fang Mo's dream again, in this dream, he couldn't see anything, he was in a darkness, as if he was in a deep quagmire, and that voice kept ringing in his ears, repeating it constantly, and finally gradually fainted.

When Fang Mo woke up, his back was wet with sweat again, he felt it, and his stomach was not hungry at all.

"It seems that my guess was correct. Fang Mo was slightly excited.

In the next few days, Fang Mo tried many more ways, and he found that he would only have that strange dream if he slept with the long sword, and if he didn't hold the long sword, he wouldn't have that dream.

He also found that there was not only one way to sleep with a long sword to eliminate the hunger in his belly, as long as he touched the raised compass at the hilt of the long sword, there would be a kind of warmth transmitted throughout his body.

This warmth served no other purpose, but it could quench his tiredness and hunger.

"There must be a secret I haven't discovered!" Fang Mo's eyes were persistent, he had never given up meditating and spitting these days, and the lines on the compass had gradually increased with his spit, reaching two percent of the total area of the compass, and there were more protrusions from the hilt of the sword.

"How can ordinary mortal things need aura? So, this must be an immortal treasure!" Fang Mo wanted to know what would happen when the veins on the compass reached ten percent and fell off the hilt of the sword, or even ...... Solve the problem of his inability to absorb Reiki?

The road to cultivating immortals is long, and it takes one step at a time, Fang Mo pins his expectations on this compass, it is too ethereal and ignorant, but he has no other way, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will desperately try to catch it!

Whether it is to achieve ten percent of the veins on the compass or to introduce the aura into the body, he needs to meditate and breathe, and all he can do is meditate.

Time flies, and two months pass.

In the past two months, Fang Mo had spent almost all of his time practicing and meditating, gathering spiritual energy, the compass on the hilt of the sword had raised even more, and it seemed that it was only a trace away from falling on its own, and the area occupied by the veins on the compass had also increased from two percent to ninety percent, leaving only a small area in the middle that was still blank.

"The vein reaches ninety, if I expect it to be correct, when this vein occupies the entire compass, it will fall from the hilt of the sword, but ......" Fang Mo was a little confused, and muttered to himself: "The more this vein goes to the back, the more difficult it is to increase, this ninety percent has reached three days ago, but it still hasn't increased at all, it seems that after ninety percent is a bottleneck, if you want the veins to reach ten percent, you still need an opportunity, but what is this opportunity......

Fang Mo was silent for a while, and then felt his body that had never added any aura, he sighed, and used his long sword to carve a scratch on the stone wall to record the time.

Putting away his sword, he stood up, walked outside the cave, stood still for ten breaths, and then returned to the cave and continued to meditate cross-legged.

He's been living this life for two months, and he's going to continue to do so.

One day, two days, ten days, twenty days, in the blink of an eye, another month passed, and the compass remained unchanged, as if the ninety percent of the veins were already the limit, and they could no longer increase the slightest.

Fang Mo meditated quietly and practiced silently, gradually forgetting the outside world, as if the outside world seemed to have forgotten him as well.

He had long been accustomed to this boring and monotonous life, and for the previous sixteen years, he had read, read, and read again, and during these days in the cave, he meditated, meditated, and meditated again.

For three months, he didn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and he meditated instead of sleeping, so he didn't eat, drink, sleep, or rest, but after the compass reached ninety, it didn't increase, and his body didn't change at all, and he couldn't see any hope.

This kind of thing, put on other people, maybe desperate for a long time, but Fang Mo didn't, he didn't have time to be depressed, the only thing he could do was to practice and meditate.

The sun was setting, Fang Mo walked outside the stone cave, and after ten breaths, he didn't go back to meditate, but looked up at the sky, this look, he looked at it for a long time.

"Opportunity, what is this opportunity......" He did not despair, but he always saw no hope, and this feeling made him sad.

He lowered his head and prepared to go back and meditate again, to repeat the boring life over and over again.

That's when ......

Bang!

A thunderbolt suddenly flashed in the sky, followed by a bean-sized rain falling from the sky, and in an instant, Fang Mo's clothes were wet.

This was the first rain in three months, and as the rain fell, as if to wash away the dirt on Fang Mo's body, he couldn't help but feel so comfortable.

Sudden mutation!

On the long sword in Fang Mo's hand, the raised compass suddenly burst into a strong light, and immediately after, a strong suction force came from the compass, and the wind howled, and the rain that poured around instantly gathered.

"It's ......"

Although Fang Mo didn't have the slightest aura in his body, he was very familiar with the aura, and at this moment of thunderstorm, he felt that the aura was much richer than usual.

Suddenly, his body trembled, and his heart shook, and he finally understood.

Because of the lack of aura, the veins on the compass have not reached ten percent, and the reason why the compass has caused abnormal changes at this moment is because of the thunderstorm, which is the time when the aura is the most sufficient, and this is the opportunity for the compass veins to reach ten percent!"

Because of the change of the compass, the rain swept in from all directions, like a funnel, and Fang Mo was the center, this change did not make him panic, but made him look excited, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"The compass is not ten percent because of the lack of aura, so ...... I can't condense the aura here, is it because the aura is insufficient?"

It's like boiling a big pot of rice, but the fire under the pot is pitifully small, so that no matter how long it is cooked, the temperature does not reach it, and the rice will never be cooked.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo did not hesitate and immediately sat cross-legged.

"This is an opportunity for the veins on the compass to reach ten percent, and it is also an opportunity for our Mo, the opportunity is rare, tonight...... I must step into the first layer of the condensation stage and become a real monk!"

Close your eyes, meditate, and settle.

During the breathing room, Fang Mo clearly felt that the feeling of ants crawling appeared again, this scene had appeared too many times, Fang Mo did not have the slightest surprise, and continued to breathe and breathe according to the mental method in "Condensing Qi Decision", and silently recited the mantra in his heart.

Suddenly, Fang Mo's body shook violently, and he clearly felt a gentle aura coming out of his flesh and blood.

"It's ...... Reiki into the body!"

It didn't stop, with the influx of this trace of aura, more aura surged, as if this strand of aura had inhaled nutrients, and it grew majestically.

And it worked!

Fang Mo was secretly happy in his heart, trying to let the aura flow in the meridians.

This feeling was amazing, Fang Mo obviously couldn't see his body, but he could feel the existence of that aura, and as he silently recited the mantra of the heart method and breathed in, he was even able to control the speed of the aura.

It's just that the meridians in Fang Mo's body are abnormally tough and occlusive, and the aura is running extremely slowly, and as it runs, he feels a trace of pain coming out of the meridians in his body, so he has to slow down the speed of running.

Although the aura during the thunderstorm was strong, it was much more violent than usual, and at this moment, the compass seemed to have a suction force, gathering all the aura from all directions, causing the aura in Fang Mo's body to continue to grow, and there were even faint signs of uncontrollable inaccessibility.

"If this is the case, then simply let it go!"

Fang Mo manipulated the aura and sped up the running speed, the aura suddenly became violent, circulating in the meridians like a broken bamboo, breaking through many obstacles, and at that moment, bursts of tearing pain swept in, as if the meridians in the body were about to break.

"If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent!" Fang Mo gritted his teeth secretly, the corners of his mouth were spilling blood, ignoring the heart-rending pain in his body, according to the mantra of the heart, he controlled the violent spiritual qi to flow throughout his body.

"Break it for me!" Fang Mo yelled in his heart.

Suddenly, Fang Mo's mind boomed, and the aura dispersed to every corner of his body, followed by a black substance, emitting an extremely unpleasant fishy smell, secreted from the pores of his body, and the next moment, it was washed away by the rain.

It is recorded in "Condensation of Qi Decision" that when you step into the first layer of condensation, a large number of impurities will be discharged from the body, which is a necessary stage for washing tendons and marrow and transforming the body.

At this time, Fang Mo was in a wonderful feeling, that trace of aura was slowly improving the structure of his body, and that fluttering feeling made Fang Mo immersed in it.

He slowly opened his eyes, a fine light flashed in his eyes, he suddenly found that the world was different from before, looking up, the rain that seemed to him to be connected into silk threads before, and now he could even distinguish the trajectory of the rain falling.

The world is still that world, but as Fang Mo stepped into the first layer of the condensation period, his facial features became more acute, and he had a new feeling for this world.

"Finally, I have stepped into the path of cultivating immortals!"

Fang Mo exhaled a long breath and landed his gaze on the long sword beside him, the compass on the hilt of the sword had fallen off at this moment, and the veins on it had finally reached ...... Ten percent!

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