Chapter 8 The Mind Method, "Clear Stream Decision"

It was Chinese, and it was densely handwritten square words, which she didn't realize at first, because this was originally her native language, and she read it very smoothly. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info just this fluency that made her react.

Qingge was a little stunned, as if it was for her.

She always felt that she came to this world because someone or an intelligent creature was behind the manipulation, because she didn't have any memory of the original Yao Qingliu, but she could speak the language here, she could understand the words here, and the strange thing about this thing was that she didn't have the memory of learning words. It's like there's someone behind your back who leaves your essentials behind, and takes everything you don't need without leaving a trace.

"In that case, it's up to you." Qingge muttered to himself.

"Miss, can you bring in food?" Jin Ling said softly outside, as soon as Miss came back today, her face sank like water, and when she came in, she plunged into the study and never came out again, dinner time had already passed, but Miss didn't move, and she didn't dare to disturb at will, now she just tried.

"Okay, bring it in." Qingge decided not to wait, he would change the exercises tonight, and when he recalled this time in the future, he had to praise himself for saying that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Jinling moved quickly, quickly served the food, and the table was full.

Qingge eats meat and drinks soup in a big gulp, it's rare not to hold a young lady's shelf, and eat a lot of tragedy.

After eating this meal, I don't know if there is a next meal.

"Jinling, I'm going to sleep now, I might say some dream words, you don't have to worry about me." After Qingge said this, he flashed into the room.

“。。。” Jin Ling's face was inexplicable.

Qingge sat cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom, felt the spiritual power in her muscles, adjusted her breathing, calmed down, and gradually exported her spiritual power, fortunately, her spiritual power was not heavy, it was quite thin.

After dispersing the eleventh level of spiritual power, it was very smooth, and when she finished dispersing spiritual power, she continued to maintain the output to the outside world, and there was a feeling of suffocation that when she used a straw to suck pearl milk tea and was suddenly blocked by a big pearl that was anti-human, the air of the entire straw was drained and she had not yet been sucked up.

This situation did not last long, suddenly there was a kind of shackles in Qingge's body that began to loosen and was finally opened by force, and the tenth layer of spiritual power instantly poured into the tendons, she is now at the spirit level, this process is slow, you must not rush.

In this way, the layers were scattered to the last layer, and at this time, Qingge recalled the entry style of "Clear Stream Decision" a little, because her body had been supported by spiritual power for too long, and if she was completely emptied, she might collapse at that moment.

While reminiscing, she gradually slowed down the speed of dissipating spiritual power, looking for that balance point, wait, wait, wait, that's it, "Clear Stream Decision" intervened strongly, and in an instant, the previous exercises were squeezed out, and the rich spiritual power in the room began to be sucked back.

The speed is good, Qingge is a little relieved, there is no danger, at this time, should I be glad that she is very weak.

But when Qingge began to look inward, he found that there was a problem with the direction of the spiritual power in the tendons and veins that had just been sucked back, it was an emanatory direction, and the spiritual power not only walked in the meridians, but also swam in the muscles and internal organs, and the source seemed to be at a point in the dantian, which was not quite right, because if you originally cultivated, it was a big circulation of the muscles and veins of the whole body, and what is going on with the radial spiritual power now.

Qingge's back was soaked with sweat, and every organ in her body seemed to be thinking about why this happened, at this time, the dantian wore a sharp pain, and the small dot began to tear itself from the dantian, she felt that the space in that place of the dantian was collapsing, and the most intuitive impact was the stinging pain from the dantian that soaked into the bone marrow.

Qingge twisted herself into a twist, rolled on the bed, tore the quilt, the sheets, until she fell out of bed, she didn't feel anything, not much spiritual power was sucked back, but none of them were obedient, they raged in Qingge's body, attacking Qingge's internal organs and bones.

Qingge's tears rushed out in an instant, holding her dantian with one hand, squeezing the floor with the other, kneeling on the ground, every toe was spasming, and her voice was tangled in her throat, she couldn't control what she should shout, she didn't make any sound, but her ears were buzzing, it was obviously a dantian pain, but how could she feel that her head was about to explode, and she didn't feel the pain of her internal organs attacked by spiritual power at this time.

Qingge couldn't control her body anymore, and she rubbed her flesh and blood on the smooth floor.

After a night like this, everything is not over yet, Jinling will not take the initiative to disturb her, but because Mei Fei Neem, Mei Fei Yan, and Mei Fei Fan have been waiting in the Lotus Pavilion for more than an hour this morning, and people have not come, so they can only come directly to Qingge's small courtyard.

Jin Ling had to agree to go in and have a look, and when she opened the door and went in, she was stupid, only to see a bloody person shrunk in the corner, blood was oozing from her eyebrows, her eyes were closed, her lips were bright red, and Qingge's whole person was twisted together, like a leopard in a fight, every muscle was straining, and her consciousness was already completely blurred, but the tearing of the dantian was not over.

Jin Ling covered his mouth and ran out of the door, crying and shouting: "Quick, quick, call the master, call the mastermother." Jinling panicked directly when he saw this, and he didn't know who he was looking for, and now he remembered that it was the master's mother.

"What happened?" Mei Feiyan was scared and cried when she saw Jinling.

"Oh, go find the mistress." Mei Fei Neem was the first to enter the room, and Mei Fei Yan didn't ask much, and used her body to go to Mrs. Mei.

Qingge's room was a mess, with blood everywhere, small pieces of flesh and skin that were clearly visible, and even the ceiling was stained.

"Clear stream, clear stream." Mei Feine's face did not change for a moment, and she called her name softly, but the reply was only a few inaudible hums.

"Fei Fan, go to the doctor, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up." He felt that Qingge's cultivation had dropped to zero, and this matter had become bigger.

"Jinling, look at Qingliu, I'll go find the head of the house." After Mei Fei Neem finished speaking, he brought out Mei Fei Fan who was moving out step by step.

"Uh-huh." Jin Ling cried and nodded, not daring to touch Qingge.