Chapter 227: A Blessing in Disguise

As soon as the internal vision technique was launched, Hou Zhengdong was taken aback, the meridians in his body did not have the miserable scene of desolation as he imagined, not only the meridians were not damaged, but the veins were broadened and became stronger and more powerful.

It's just that the dantian is empty, and a strong sense of hunger swept over like a tide, which is rarely seen recently, Hou Zhengdong cultivates on the edge of the red jade every day, and although the increase of true qi is slow, he will no longer use the recipes taught by Master Yu Xuzi to extract energy from food.

After all, it works well, but it's too expensive.

Hou Zhengdong forcibly suppressed the hunger in his heart, and his mind sounded that before fainting, it seemed that the wisp of true qi in the depths of the dantian had moved, but now there was nothing, could it be that the wisp of true qi that had been cultivated with great difficulty was also destroyed by a big battle?

As soon as he thought of this, Hou Zhengdong's heart couldn't help but feel a little painful, and at the same time there was a strong unwillingness, Nima, Taoist exercises have been practiced for more than 20 years before he cultivated such a little true qi, but he didn't expect to be ruined because of his temporary greed.

It seems that he still has to practice honestly, Hou Zhengdong sighed in his heart, and suddenly remembered what Master Yu Xuzi said at that time, the true qi that was originally cultivated in the dantian is the purest vitality in the human body, and it can be used to save lives at critical times.

With a thought in his heart, Hou Zhengdong used the internal vision technique to carefully examine the second pulse of Ren Du again, and slowly found a clue, it seemed that there was true qi hidden in the acupuncture points, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, this phenomenon Master had mentioned, and last time he also mentioned a new method of controlling true qi.

It's just that Hou Zhengdong's cultivation stage was not at that time, and he didn't go to his heart, and now that this kind of vision has appeared, he naturally has the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor and giving it a try.

Hou Zhengdong immediately held on to Shouyi and ran the new exercises, and after a while, sure enough, all the acupuncture points had a reaction, as if there were worms coming out of the muscles, slightly itchy, and then this little bug-like thing quickly gathered slowly through the second vein of Guò Ren Du, and rushed all the way to the dantian.

This air flow was originally just a thin line, along the spine into the Baihui acupoint all the way, when it arrived at the sea of qi, it had become a small thumb thick air flow, Hou Zhengdong's heart was ecstatic, it seems that the true qi he cultivated has not been eliminated, it is very likely to take advantage of the fisherman at a critical time, and extract all the essence of those two aura, otherwise how can he be so domineering?

With this unexpected surprise, Hou Zhengdong forgot about his hunger for a while and quickly devoted himself to the great cause of cultivation.

Night fell, Xiao Qian screamed, sat up from the bed, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down her smooth forehead, just now she had a nightmare, in her sleep she dreamed that Hou Zhengdong was chased everywhere, and his body was cut to bloody flesh and blood.

Xiao Qian watched Hou Zhengdong fall into her arms, her hands clasping his neck tightly, but blood gushed out from between her fingers like a fountain.

Xiao Qian only felt that her heart was like a knife, and she couldn't wait for the bright steel knife to slash at her body one by one, and she was so distressed that she could barely breathe.

Stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat beads on her forehead, Xiaoqian turned around and looked out the window, night had fallen, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table and took a look, the time was close to seven o'clock, and there was still no movement in the room, could it be that Hou Zhengdong, the big pervert, was still sleeping, this guy was not such a sleepy person, could something happen?

Before going to bed, Xiaoqian called Fang Xiaolei and learned more about Jiang Mu's situation, Jiang Mu is a famous **** big brother on the road, and he is ruthless and unscrupulous to achieve his goals.

In order to compete for the position of the boss, Jiang Mu could kill the brothers who were born and died together, and then blame the opponents of the gang, and then make full use of the brothers' revenge and hatred to kill the famous people on the road in one fell swoop.

Fang Xiaolei swore that these news were absolutely reliable, because he had heard his second uncle talk about it with his own ears, Hou Zhengdong swept Jiang Mu's face in front of so many people today, and he was a helpless outsider, Jiang Mu would definitely want to kill him immediately.

Thinking of the nightmare she just had, Xiao Qian's heart involuntarily lifted, it seemed that Hou Zhengdong was cut to flesh and blood behind the scenes, her heart couldn't help palpitating, she hurriedly threw her mobile phone away, lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed and rushed to the next door, she didn't even bother to check if she was unkempt.

Recently, she has been very concerned about this, and she has always wanted to show her most beautiful side in front of Hou Zhengdong.

"Husband, husband."

Xiao Qian anxiously pushed open Hou Zhengdong's bedroom door, her eyes hurriedly swept around the room, and she watched in amazement as Hou Zhengdong sat cross-legged on the bed, making gestures with her hands that she couldn't understand.

Seeing Hou Zhengdong meditating intact, Xiao Qian breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed closer, and looked Hou Zhengdong up and down, although Xiao Qian heard him talk about it, he was adopted by his master when he was a child, and he was brought up as a Taoist priest since he was a child.

His face is handsome with a bit of fortitude, the bridge of his nose is straight, symbolizing the unyielding character of his character, and this guy's eyelashes are also very long, longer than many girls' eyelashes......

Suddenly, Xiao Qian felt that something was wrong, as if someone was secretly looking at herself, and hurriedly turned her head to look around but didn't find anyone, after a while, she reacted and turned around, and saw that Hou Zhengdong's posture had not changed, and his eyes were staring at his chest.

The moment she turned around, the pair of jade rabbits on her chest jumped unrelentingly under her pajamas, and, trying to stand out from her neckline.

"Big pervert, look at it, look at it again, and then look at me gouging out your eyeballs."

Xiao Qian was ashamed when she saw this, hurriedly raised her head to cover her chest, and quickly buttoned it, she came in too much hurry just now, and actually forgot to check her appearance, so that she didn't know that the buttons of her pajamas were opened, so that Hou Zhengdong feasted his eyes on the spring.

buttoned the button, and checked the whole body up and down, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and glared at Hou Zhengdong fiercely, "Big lazy worm, it's seven o'clock, didn't you say that you will teach me to drive at night?" ”

"What, I don't see anything good or bad at all."

Hou Zhengdong smiled bitterly and blinked, "I checked it just now, it is indeed red jadeite, but there is not much material, at most it is only able to make two jade rings, I am thinking that if we leave Jinhua and go to Dongyang City now, this ring will not be able to be played." ”

Sure enough, Xiao Qian's attention immediately shifted to the ring, and her pretty face flushed, "There is no hurry to make the ring, and besides, this little stone is very beautiful, you don't need to break it at all, I think you can give him to me." ”

This guy just said that he made two rings, one is for himself, and the other is for whom, that beautiful teacher Ou Feifei, or that beautiful little widow Tang Xin?

Hmph, this jade is mine, don't even think about other women.