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Gathering Yin Void, Guan Yuan was lowered, and he found that there was actually a trace of vague aura, wandering uncertainly, it seemed to be an illusion, but it did feel it.

Although he is not a physician, but full of scriptures, medical techniques, he still knows one or two, this whole body is divided into upper, middle and lower, three dantian, the upper dantian is the place where the pulse is sealed, also known as the "mud pill palace"; The middle dantian is the acupoint in the middle of the chest, and it is the gathering place of the sect's qi; The lower dantian is the Ren Maiguan Yuan acupoint, three inches below the umbilicus, which is the place where the qi essence will be.

And this strange thing came from the place where the vitality machine was passed.

He remembered that the Taoist scriptures said that the dantian Shen Qi is still the lower body, but it is the gathering of spiritual energy, and the spiritual roots of the spiritual energy are all the origin here, directly reaching the lifeline, and turning the whole body, which is the so-called refining qi of the immortal family.

However, this is the method of cultivation of immortals, and he is a mortal, and he has never even possessed a martial body, so how can he have an aura? Surprised, he sank down and felt the changes in his body.

In the dark, the faint breath of Youhong swam in the dantian, and once again, Lin Ning's cold face finally wiped a smile, "It's really the aura of the immortal family." ”

Whether the mortal body can cultivate the aura, Lin Ning doesn't know, he only knows that this must be the most mysterious place of the three classics of Taoism.

"Pity, pity." Instead, he exhaled and sighed, the Dao Law is eight desolations, the connotation is **, such a mystical holy law, but the world is willing to abandon it, but instead pursue the most one-sided martial arts refinement, isn't this a pity?

In addition to sighing, it was also suddenly realized, ascending to immortal and becoming immortal, for mortals, but a dream, martial arts, and countless achievements, how can you not let the world fall for it?

Compared to what is within reach, what can be truly touched is meaningful.

"Xuanzhen is just a fragment, and now if you want to find all three volumes of the Taoist Sutra, it seems to be difficult to reach the sky." While rejoicing, Lin Ning felt distressed at the same time.

In a world full of martial arts cheats, it is really difficult to find the long-lost scriptures. This book was obtained by chance in the palace library in his early years, and if he wanted to find it, it was difficult to find.

Picking up the scroll, before I knew it, it was dawn.

In order not to disturb him, Xuan'er also left the purple bamboo forest early, presumably to the palace. By the time Lin Ning came back to his senses, he was already on the rise.

His stomach growled with hunger, and he laughed, thinking that even if he had a trace of aura, he would still be among mortals, far from being able to go without food and sleep peacefully.

She saw Lin Ning sitting in the bamboo house, with her legs crossed, her eyes closed, and she seemed to be settled, and she couldn't help but smile secretly: "I really don't know, what kind of illness has the son committed these days, and he actually learned to be a monk sitting in meditation." ”

"Don't talk in vain." Lin Ning's cold words came, which made Xuan'er startled, the words just now were inaudible, not to mention that outside the bamboo house, even if it was transmitted in the ear, it might not be able to be heard clearly, how did he do it?

Xuan'er was stunned!

"It's a god." She whispered a suspicious word, put the lunch box in front of the window lattice, and said: "There are some dispatches in the house, this is some food, Childe eat it while it's hot, I'll leave first." ”

"Go all the way." From beginning to end, Lin Ning never opened his eyes, until he heard Xuan'er's footsteps in the distance, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a fine light swept by.

Standing up, with a little joy in his heart, he said slightly: "This Xuanzhen cultivation technique is really mysterious. Under his previous curiosity, with the aura he felt last night, after he consulted the Xuanzhen Sutra again, he found that the original obscure words were like a flood bursting the embankment, and they instantly became unobstructed.

The epiphany of his mood gradually cleared up, and he knew that it was a matter of chance, and he didn't dare to stop immediately, because once this feeling is lost, it is very likely that there will be no second time in his life.

So, I hurriedly settled down and circulated the techniques of the Taoist scriptures I had learned before in my mind again.

This time of enlightenment, different from the past, Lin Ning only felt that his facial features were open-minded, the seven holes were open, his mind was clear, and the five elements were equal. The usually inaudible sound has become as clear as listening to it, and even in the bamboo forest, mosquitoes are flying, and he can now hear it very carefully.

When he closed his eyes, what he saw in front of him was not darkness, but clear, without looking, only with artistic conception, he could look around the surroundings, collect all the divine sense, and follow the snort, he felt as if there was a trace of aura in the body, which was really ethereal.

Such a skill, not to mention Lin Qianlin Yuan, even a martial arts master may not have it. This is the mirror of the immortal family's true purity, how can it be compared with the secular mortal martial arts.

At this time, Xuan'er secretly snickered, and he would be recognized.

With his feelings, Lin Ning walked out of the bamboo forest in a minor key, and before he knew it, he had come to the periphery of the palace, and he stood outside the wall through the red bricks and high tiles, and he could listen to the inside.

This slight peeping meaning made Lin Ning feel funny.

"Nine Palaces and One Style, Pingshui Palace, Four Divine Cong."

In the inner wall martial arts courtyard, there was a small shout, but Lin Ning was a little touched, "Hearing this, could it be that Lin Qian is practicing martial arts here?" And listening to this move, it is the Nine Palaces of the Inner Gate of the Palace. ”

So, Lin Ning stood alone on the periphery, closed his eyes, and listened carefully.

In the martial arts courtyard, a young man of fifteen years a year is proud, with black hair in a bun, eyebrows like a knife, eyes like a sword, dressed in a strong suit, with the help of boxing, wandering between the sand, only to see the addition of fists and feet, steady as a rock, soft and strong.

And there was a man on the side, I saw that he was magnificent, his complexion was bronze, his facial features were clearly contoured, and he seemed to be a little unangry and self-imposing. This person is none other than Prince Jingxian, Lin Feng.

Seeing Lin Qian's set of boxing techniques, Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, worthy of being the son of this king, in just a short period of time, he has comprehended the first style of the Royal Martial Arts Nine Palaces to such a point, it is indeed remarkable." ”

Hearing his father's praise, Lin Qian's chin straightened slightly, he stood up proudly, and said unceremoniously: "That's nature." ”

"However, between your fists and feet, you lack the power of swiftness, it should be like this......"

On the periphery, Lin Ning took advantage of the clarity of his life, not only remembered the words of the father and son, but also knew the strength of the wind and sand between his steps and feet.

This feeling is as if it is not Lin Feng's father and son who are standing in the martial arts courtyard, but they are practicing martial arts, which is very peculiar. Presumably, Lin Feng never dreamed that the royal martial arts were hidden for thousands of years, but he was heard by the ear of the wall, and this person was not an outsider, but an abandoned son who had been forgotten in his early years.

After eavesdropping, Lin Ning was open-minded, his soul went to heaven and earth, and he completely remembered every breath and screen in the martial arts courtyard in his mind, and even the birds flying high and the wind blowing the fallen leaves were all delicate and audible.

After a few hours, he suddenly opened his eyes, but he stood in place like a pine, motionless, and the nine-palace palm was like a movie projection, slowly recalled in his mind.

After a while, he put his hands behind his back, raised his head to the sky, licked his lips, and smiled lightly: "The Royal Inner Gate Martial Arts Nine Palace Palm, it's just like that......"

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