Qing Yin took out the exercises and carefully looked at them three times from beginning to end, until his stomach was really protesting and he didn't put it down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On a delicate red sandalwood round table, there were small fried spirit rabbit meat that had just been taken out of the Qiankun bag, and a bowl of spirit rice, Qing Yin was eating while recalling every detail of yesterday. She clearly remembered that after the first exercise, the moment the nine threads of spiritual power fused together, the dantian had been drained. Then this strange spiritual power now must have been generated after running it for the second time. Does it mean that only by running the exercises twice in a row will this little trace of spiritual power come back in the dantian?

Qing Yin hurriedly put down the bowl, endured the stinging pain from his divine sense, and tried to mobilize this trace of spiritual power. When this discolored spiritual power swam through her meridians, the tingling sensation in the meridians was reduced a lot everywhere she passed.

Well, I guess that's good news. After realizing these points, Qing Yin cultivated well for two days, and waited for her divine sense meridians to return to normal before she was ready to continue her strange cultivation. Among them, the slight increase in divine consciousness can be regarded as the second good news.

Qingyin calmed down and began to run the "Mixed Yuan Jue", after nine weeks, the green light in the spiritual root flashed, and the newly generated spiritual power in the dantian was gone, leaving only the weird trace of the previous one. Qing Yin did not stop, and continued to run the exercises for the second time, and after nine weeks, the green light in the spiritual root flashed again, and the newly generated spiritual power in the dantian disappeared again. At this time, the state of her divine consciousness and meridians was better than the first time, so Qing Yin could continue to hold on, staring at the spiritual root.

After about a minute, a trace of pale green spiritual power flowed out from inside the spirit root, and it quickly merged with the one who was floating alone in the dantian before. Unexpectedly, at this time, the change arose, and I saw that the bird's egg, which had been placed in the corner of the wooden bed, also lit up in vain, and the newborn spiritual power in the Qingyin Dantian was instantly reduced by half.

Qingyin really couldn't stand the stimulation, and fainted gorgeously again.

When he woke up the next day, Qing Yin wanted to find out what was inside his spiritual root. But when the divine consciousness she released was bounced back as soon as she touched the spiritual root. When she mobilized most of her divine sense to spy again, she was bounced even harder, and Qing Yin didn't dare to try again.

There is no problem with the depletion of the divine consciousness, and after two days of rest, it will increase somewhat. But if it is injured, it is not so easy to recover, and you have to have a special elixir. Qingyin was a poor man, so he had to let it go for the time being and instead study bird eggs. But when she released her consciousness energetically, a familiar scene happened again, and her consciousness was rebounded again.

Qing Yin was furious, what kind of stuff are they? I am not allowed to see the one that eats me and lives in mine! I can't do anything about the one inside, and I can't help it against you? So, Qing Yin, who was in a rage, went to the back of the house, dug a deep pit, and buried the bird's eggs.

After finishing the cultivation the next day, Qingyin had a gloomy face and dug out the bird's eggs in the deep pit behind the house without believing in evil. Then I saw her rush to the side of the spiritual lake, dig a deeper pit, bury the bird's egg that ate her spiritual power again, and trample the soil hard with hatred.

A month later, Qing Yin recognized a reality: the foodie inside would spit out a discolored spiritual power to return it to her every day after eating Qingyin's eighteen spiritual powers, while the foodie outside would eat half of the newly baked and discolored spiritual power every time. In the past month, Qingyin has changed several places to bury it, and the farther and farther it has been. Even when she went to receive the rations, she buried it under the wall of the spiritual canteen, but it still didn't change the fact that half of the color-changing spiritual power that was freshly baked every day was eaten by it.

The reality is so cruel, and Qingyin can't kill his benefactor because the bird's nest has saved his life. She had no choice but to go to the spirit canteen again to dig up the eggs, and was forced to accept this way of repaying her kindness with her body.

Qing Yin's current cultivation is called hard work! Can it not be hard? Every day, he has to spend twice as much time as others running the exercises, three and a half hours for one time, seven hours for two times, and eight hours of sleep left except for eating.

However, efforts are not proportional to gains, and income and expenditure are seriously unbalanced. The green unknown object, after eating her eighteen rations every day, I still remember to pay her back. But the other egg, who shared half of the egg, only ate and did not work.

The two foodies have turned the spiritual power that Qing Yin should increase by practicing every day into one-thirty-sixth! That is to say, if Qing Yin could have built a foundation after ten years, it has become that it takes three hundred and sixty years to build a foundation! And after the Qi Refining Period cultivator breaks through the late stage, he can only live to be one hundred and fifty years old at most, doesn't this mean that he can only eat and wait for death in the Qi Refining Period in this life?

Qingyin was unwilling, thinking that after he was forced to enter the immortal cultivation world, he came to a life of nine deaths, and then he spent two years of hard work, reciting scriptures in the morning and refining the body in the afternoon. When he made up his mind to pursue the Great Dao, he purified himself twice in the innate realm as if masochistically, just to obtain a more perfect spirit body.

After getting the "Mixed Yuan Jue", Qing Yin knew that this was a great opportunity that belonged to her, and the heaven-level exercises that others could not dream of could not be obtained, but because there was no one to practice, she was placed in front of herself as an outer disciple. And after she practiced, she knew that this exercise was like a tailor-made exercise for her, and she practiced it like a fish in water, otherwise it would not be possible to practice it twice a day without hindrance.

These efforts, these opportunities, are they lost in the hands of two foodies?

Qing Yin threw his divine sense at the bottle of Jade Qing Pill, and heard that after refining a Jade Qing Pill, he could obtain spiritual power equivalent to three days of cultivation for a monk. She took out one and took it, and the elixir melted in her mouth, and the spiritual power contained in it exploded instantly. She immediately ran the Mixed Yuan Technique, and after nine weeks, the pill was completely absorbed, and she immediately took another pill and continued to cultivate.

After finishing the work, Qing Yin stared at the spiritual root, and sure enough, he found that it spit out three traces of discoloration this time, of course, half of it was cleaned up by the bird's egg in an instant, and there was a trace and a half left. But this also proved that if she could eat two Yuqing Pills a day, she would be able to get one-twelfth of the spiritual power she originally deserved for cultivation.

Qingyin calculated the time, because of the elixir, it originally took seven hours to run the exercise twice, but this time it only took five hours to complete. The consumption of divine consciousness is also smaller than before, and it should be able to support oneself to run the third exercise. However, the meridians were squeezed by the huge spiritual power, not only were they swelling and painful, but there were also slight cracks in some places. She mobilized the pitiful pale green spiritual power stored in the dantian and ran through the meridians.

Half an hour later, Qing Yin let out a long breath, and sure enough, the discolored spiritual power could repair and nourish the meridians.