Huang Feihong walked into this cave with the master, and saw that although there was no window hole in this cave, it was also very bright, but this hole was much smaller than the hole in the alchemy just now.

In the center of the cave there was a stone bed, and against the wall of the cave there was a wooden pestle, and nothing else.

The master sat on the bed, and wanted Feihong to sit beside him.

Although it was a stone bed, there was not the slightest coldness when sitting on it, and the cave felt very warm.

Huang Feihong was a little anxious and said, "Master, you can give me gong." ”

The master said, "Apprentice, don't worry, the master still has something to explain to you." ”

Huang Feihong listened attentively.

I only heard the master say: "Apprentice, the task taught by the master is really very difficult, so you must be fully mentally prepared." ”

Huang Feihong swore and said: "Master rest assured, Feihong's heart is sincere and strong, and he will not back down even if he encounters great difficulties and obstacles." ”

"But sincerity is not enough, you also need to have strong skills. The master will send your skills to you, and your ability will be enhanced. ”

Huang Feihong said happily: "That's great. ”

The master said to Huang Feihong, "Apprentice, you go and bring that pestle over." ”

Huang Feihong walked over and moved the pestle and placed it on the side of the stone bed.

The master stood up and sat on the pestle and said to Huang Feihong, "Apprentice, lie on the bed." ”

Huang Feihong lay on her back on the bed.

The master said, "Feihong, you close your eyes and don't open them all the time." ”

Huang Feihong closed her eyes.

The master pulled away from driving, made a set of movements, and exerted force for a while, and after a while, dense sweat particles appeared on his cheeks.

After that, the master's hands changed into the shape of pushing palms, and he launched a skill against Huang Feihong's head, while chanting words in his mouth.

I saw that streams of red gas rushed out of the master's palm and reached Huang Feihong's temple, where they were absorbed by Huang Feihong.

Besides, Huang Feihong, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, heard the master beside him, and moved, the movement was so strong and powerful, it seemed to drive the sound of the swishing wind.

Following his temples, he felt a burst of scorching, a stream of heat, towards his skull, flowing into it continuously, Huang Feihong felt that his brain seemed to be much clearer for a short time, and he seemed to have some kind of insight into the world.

But after sobering up, he gradually became confused, and finally he didn't know anything. It's just that subconsciously, I feel that there is a gas that is flowing into my brain.

Besides, the master, seeing that Huang Feihong was gradually addicted, he increased his strength, his face was already sweating profusely, and there was constant heat rising above his head. But he was reluctant to rest for a while, because the gong could not be interrupted, and if one was broken, the previous gong would be gone, and the disciple's original power would no longer exist.

The master kept working like this, until in the palm of his hand, there was no more red gas coming out, and after putting away his posture and returning to his original position, the master sat down on the pistle, rested, and then took a cloth and wiped his sweat.

When I looked at Huang Feihong, I saw him lying quietly on the stone bed, as if he was dead.

The master wiped the sweat of the steamed buns, sat cross-legged on the pestle, closed his eyes and recuperated, because the first qi he had just sent out had already been completed, and before the second qi was issued, he needed to accumulate strength, otherwise the qi would be weak.

And the power that his disciples absorbed also needed to be gradually absorbed and digested, and became a part of his own body, and became the qi in his body.

The master sat cross-legged on the pestle with his hands folded, closed his eyes for about another hour, and then slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at Huang Feihong and saw that his face was ruddy and as smooth as jade, and he knew that the qi sent to him had been absorbed and digested by him. And his body and energy have already reached recovery, so without further ado, let's send him a second skill right away.

The master then made another set of movements, and the hands were stretched out flat and placed above Huang Feihong's chest.

The old man closed his eyes again and began to initiate his work.

As he kept chanting words in his mouth, he saw two orange air currents emitting from the palms of his hands, shooting vertically towards Huang Feihong's heart, and those two air currents drilled into Huang Feihong's body.

Although Huang Feihong was in a coma, in his mind, he still felt that there was a warm current flowing in his heart, and then, the hot current continued to spread around, and his internal organs were all warm.

The master kept emitting qi for half an hour, until the orange gas in the palm of his hand became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared. That's when it stopped.

The master still wiped the sweat beads on his face, and then sat on the room and looked at Huang Feihong, only to see that his chest was steaming, and the clothes under his body were already soaked with sweat. I knew that the kung fu sent to the disciple had already worked on him. However, it will take some time to digest and absorb all those skills.

The master let Huang Feihong slowly digest and absorb it, and he himself was just like just now. With his hands folded and his legs cross-legged on the pestle, he was accumulating strength for the second round of exercises.

The master rested his strength for about another hour, and his body and energy were restored again.

The master stood up and walked out of the cave door, and saw that it was already dusk, and the red sunset was about to enter the mountain, and the fog had already filled the fog, and it seemed that the surrounding peaks had been shrouded in fog, and became faint, and appeared from time to time.

The master saw the hour for a while, and felt that the time had come to work again, and the department was delayed any longer, so he turned around and walked into the cave and came to the stone bed where Huang Feihong was lying.

When I looked at Huang Feihong, I saw that his chest was no longer hot, and the clothes under him that were soaked with sweat had dried up. I knew that the skill he sent to his disciple for the second time had been absorbed and digested by the disciple.

The master then prepared to perform the third gong to the disciple.

The master did not sit down this time, but stood and made a set of movements, and when he felt another breath of qi reach the dantian, the master put his hands on the dantian part of Huang Feihong's abdomen, palms facing down, aimed at the disciple's dantian, and then launched the gong.

As the master closed his eyes slightly, and his mouth continued to smumble, he saw two yellow air currents gushing out from the master's palm, and directly entered Huang Feihong's dantian, like two snakes drilling straight into Huang Feihong's body.