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There is a little girl in the family who has just grown up

Zhen Cheng's sleeping appearance, Wu Xin looked at it intently for a long time, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't get enough of it. Wu Xin, who originally planned to return to the medicine garden, had to choose to give up when he saw Zhen Cheng sleeping sweetly.

Zhen Cheng is really sick, this is Wu Xin's assertion. The sweat on Zhen Cheng's forehead poured out again and again, and Wu Xin wiped it again and again in distress. When the sweat on Zhen Cheng's body and forehead gradually decreased, Wu Xin reluctantly left.

The wooden houses in the second and first villages are only used to shelter from the wind and snow. Although there is a window, it is very small, and it is only used to ventilate and let in light. To be precise, all the wooden houses in Jindanmen can be called black houses.

When the starlight accompanied the moonlight into the room, Zhen Cheng had just recovered from the pain in his soul.

From the moment you fall asleep, the endless torment begins. Like a madman, Hei Yan tortured and humiliated Zhen Cheng again. The torture of the black corpse did not have the slightest politeness, until the milky white gas appeared.

How long it lasted, Zhen Cheng doesn't remember. Zhen Cheng only remembered that when everything returned to normal, he didn't even have the idea of talking.

You don't need to open your mouth to communicate with the Black Dead Spirit. As long as you think about it in your heart, you will definitely be able to feel it.

In the depths of his memory, Zhen Cheng forced himself not to think about Guanyin Jade Hand. Zhen Cheng was very worried about how the Black Death Weapon Spirit would abuse himself after knowing the whereabouts of Guanyin's jade hand.

In the face of pain, everyone is the same. After three days of torture, Zhen Cheng was a little exhausted, and he was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

"Is it every day in the future?" How long he rested, Zhen Cheng doesn't remember. What will happen in the next days, Zhen Cheng needs to confirm the same.

"That's right! It's easy today! "After inhaling the milky white gas, the mood of the Black Death Machine Spirit calmed down a lot." You'd better take the initiative to cooperate in the future and don't resist! ”

Zhen Cheng really wants to scold his mother! Weishenme himself can not resist? Does the enemy stick his knife at him and not dodge himself? Zhen Cheng wanted to refute and reason with the Black Death Weapon Spirit, but after thinking about it, Zhen Cheng simply gave up.

Black Dead is not a human being, this is something Zhen Cheng must figure out; He is not the owner of the black corpse, and the black corpse does not seem to need to be polite to himself.

"I'll take a turn!" Zhen Cheng in the Mud Pill Palace was like a grain of millet, and the Mud Pill Palace, which was supposed to be not very big, was as vast as the sea in Zhen Cheng's eyes, and under the white mist, it seemed so empty and boundless.

"Whatever! This is your Mud Pill Palace, not mine! ”

Zhen Cheng wanted to say Xiexie very much, and wanted to mock the Black Death Weapon Spirit fiercely. Is this its own mud pill palace? Are you still the master? After the Black Death Instrument Spirit spoke, the figure disappeared without a trace along with the old voice.

The white mist instantly covered everything. Zhen Cheng wanted to perceive the whereabouts of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, but unfortunately, he couldn't keep up with the trajectory and rhythm of the Black Death Weapon Spirit's disappearance.

Zhen Cheng felt funny, because he actually existed like a soul. Floating around, wandering aimlessly in the Mud Pill Palace, Zhen Cheng saw the Mud Pill Palace everywhere like the earth was being cracked by drought.

Zhen Cheng still remembers that in physiology class, the biology teacher in high school once introduced the structure of the brain, but what he didn't expect was that he could actually perceive it so immersively.

Is it unreal? Zhen Cheng really hoped that this was the case, but when Weishenme himself was tortured by the Black Death Weapon Spirit, the pain was so real?

Is it real? Weishenme herself feels that this is unreal? What is this Mud Pill Palace?

The upper dantian is the mud pill palace, and the lower dantian is the qi sea cave, how to establish a connection between the two?

"Whew-" Zhen Cheng thought of the Qi Sea Cave, and the rice-grain-like soul power was suddenly sucked by a white wave of qi. Zhen Cheng didn't have time to struggle and shout, and he was overwhelmed by the tumbling air waves.

A feeling of suffocation from being engulfed by the flood came, and Zhen Cheng felt a strange pain. The rumbling sound rang in his ears, and Zhen Cheng suddenly felt a feeling of falling from a cliff. A sense of powerlessness that fell into the black hole of time made Zhen Cheng only wait for the arrival of the auspicious or murderous result.

xiangxia！ xiangxia！ Constant xiangxia. Zhen Cheng looked around blankly, and his eyes were suddenly full of surprise.

"Xia Dantian!"

The little crystals in the four acupoints of Guan Yuan Acupoint, Qi Sea Acupoint, Shenque Acupoint, and Mingmen Acupoint, as if they knew that Zhen Cheng was coming, swirled brightly, making a sizzling sound, welcoming the master's visit.

The upper dantian, between the two eyebrows, that is, the mud pill palace, is the sexual root; The lower dantian is between the abdomen and the legs, and is composed of four acupoints, which is the life pedicle.

The spiritual power was dried up and tormented by the black corpse, but Zhen Cheng's lower dantian was thriving and full of vitality.

"Comfortable!" The pain caused by the torture of the Black Death Weapon Spirit completely disappeared the moment it approached the small crystal of Guan Yuan's cave. A faint milky white gas was emanating from the white and shiny spherical object of Guan Yuan Cave.

Under the dantian, Zhen Cheng couldn't be more familiar! From Gu Wu to Xiuzhen, Zhen Cheng has used his pre-perception ability to visit this place countless times.

Zhen Cheng happily jumped around in the lower dantian, with a feeling that was clearer than seeing with his eyes, look here, look there.

In the lower dantian, there are still some scars left, and Zhen Cheng clearly remembers the source of each scar. Zhen Cheng is like an overseas Chinese who lives overseas all the year round, and suddenly returned to the ancestral house where he was born and raised, and he feels kind wherever he looks.

"Why did I come to the lower dantian?" After the excitement, Zhen Cheng suddenly realized that his appearance here was abnormal. "Where's my middle dantian? Is it possible for a person to jump directly from the upper dantian to the lower dantian? ”

"Huh-" As soon as Zhen Cheng thought of the middle dantian, a white air flow gushed out of the lower dantian, Zhen Cheng didn't have time to struggle, and just like just now, he was taken away by the torrent in the blink of an eye.

Zhen Cheng didn't panic like just now, didn't struggle, didn't resist, and waited to see the situation in the middle dantian. Zhen Cheng gradually knew what the white air flow that traveled with him was, it was his own spirit, that is, his own thoughts. At this moment, I am not a shell, but a soul, a spiritual force, another self who knows what pain is.

When one day, your soul is out of your body, maybe it is death, maybe it is immortal ascension. At this moment, Zhen Cheng finally understood what the cultivators were pursuing. A life that can transcend the limitations of the body and travel freely.

"Peng-" The sound of a body hitting the rock wall sounded in the Tanzhong cave of Zhongdantian. The air flow dropped Zhen Cheng's millet grain on the hard object.

"Who!" Before Zhen Cheng could react, he heard the old and alert voice of the Black Death Weapon Spirit. "How are you?" I don't know weishenme, Zhen Cheng's middle dantian is full of black gas, some dirty, much like the haze weather in Yanjing City.

Before Zhen Cheng could answer, the Black Death Weapon Spirit had already appeared in front of Zhen Cheng. "Huh-" Seeing Zhen Cheng, the Black Death Weapon Spirit let out an exclamation, "How did your spirit recover so quickly?" How is this possible? ”

The situation in the lower dantian, Zhen Cheng must not let the black man know. Zhen Cheng kept silent, and gave the Black Death Weapon Spirit a look that I didn't know about.

Zhen Cheng was a little scared, afraid that the Black Death Weapon Spirit would torture himself again. Judging from the situation when he entered the lower dantian just now, the milky white gas should have come from those four little guys.

The milky white gas produced by the lower dantian can reach the upper dantian, but it can't reach the middle dantian, which makes Zhen Cheng very puzzled.

Holding Yuan Shouyi, meaning Shou Dantian, generally refers to the middle dantian. This position should be the closest to the heart, how can it be dark in his middle dantian? Could it be because the Black Dead is here?

"I'm asking you!" The Black Dead Weapon Spirit was puzzled, but Zhen Cheng kept silent and looked around. was discovered by Zhen Cheng to hide in the place, and the black corpse spirit was very annoyed.

"You don't stay in the Mud Pill Palace? Do you like the dark? Zhen Cheng didn't answer the question of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, but instead asked a question that made the Black Death Weapon Spirit cry and laugh.

"Black sky?" The Black Death Weapon Spirit looked at the situation inside Zhen Chengzhong's dantian, and then thought about the scene inside Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace, and felt that Zhen Cheng's words were also right. "Humph! You only know how to practice qi, but you don't cultivate your mind. Look at the situation in your middle dantian, the smoke and miasma are like primeval forests"

In hazy weather, the Black Soul definitely doesn't know; Even in the abandoned factory, the black corpse spirit is not clear. Zhen Cheng's Zhongdantian at the moment is like a chemical factory full of the smell of ammonium sulfate, and there is a feeling of suffocation when staying inside.

"I want to stay in the Mud Pill Palace!" The Black Death Weapon Spirit sneered with disdain, "But your spiritual power can only support the Mud Pill Palace to open for a moment!" Besides, the Mud Pill Palace is the most vulnerable place in the human body! It's where the roots of sex are! Your qualifications are not good in the first place, if I stay there for too long, you will become an idiot, do you know? ”

"Oh!" Zhen Cheng knew what was going on with the demons, and the middle dantian must be the place where the evil demons and the outer ways liked to invade the most.

Zhen Cheng wasn't so afraid of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, because as long as he thought about the lower dantian, he would disappear soon. Of course, Zhen Cheng can't disappear in front of the Black Death Weapon Spirit, what if the Black Death Weapon Spirit can't find himself and goes crazy?

Zhen Cheng couldn't give an answer that satisfied the Black Death Weapon Spirit, and the Black Death Weapon Spirit didn't want Zhen Cheng to know too much about the situation in the middle dantian.

"Go back!" The black corpse spirit roared in annoyance, and Zhen Cheng's rice-like soul power was blown away, quickly dissipating in Zhen Cheng's limbs and hundreds of remains.

", dare to fight!" When Zhen Cheng fell asleep completely sweetly, an eerie arrogant and provocative voice appeared in Zhen Cheng's middle dantian.

PS: When I see the flowers, the Master is full of motivation! The brothers are mighty, and the flowers are so powerful! The master didn't eat lunch at all, so he did two chapters and passed them on first. Brother flowers, do you dare to break fifty? If you can, Master will do another chapter, hehe! Infinite flowers, unlimited power, unlimited passion!