"Whew, what the hell is this? I can read every word on it, but put it together...... Is this a ghost drawing? And what are these meridian diagrams, draw a portrait and tell me what kind of acupuncture points this is, bullying me for not studying medicine, if I have studied medicine, I will stab this person who creates the heart method dozens of times in minutes, and then finally stab a minor injury. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Letting go of the simple and solemn binding "Xuanji Heart Method", and letting it fall to the ground, Mo Qian weakly lowered his arms and leaned against the wall.

The large chamber was empty except for the yellow futon in the center, except for a few candles dangling on the walls.

Mo Qian seemed very helpless about cultivating this mental method, and the words in the book were obscure, he was a modern person, and he could understand it after the purification of the college entrance examination.

But these words are like sentences of mantras, and the words seem to be just stiffly put together, and they don't have the slightest relationship.

Of course, it doesn't matter, Mo Qian thinks he is a patient person, and without patience, he would not be able to delve into the knowledge of science and engineering disciplines, imprint so many formulas and principles in his mind, step across the single-plank bridge, and knock on the door of key universities.

So, the patient Mo Da bully, his heart was horizontal, and he couldn't understand what it mattered, so he talked to him until he understood, so he used the method of chanting the scriptures to repeat and instill the mantra of "Xuanji Heart Method" into his mind back and forth.

But Mo Daba found that no matter how hard he tried to memorize these mantras, these mantras were like long legs, and he had just finished reciting them in front of him, and he immediately forgot them in the back, which was cleaner than using a fire hydrant to flush them.

But he didn't believe in evil, and after thinking for three hours in a row, he finally became dizzy and became a freshly baked capital paralysis in Daqi.

"Is this practiced by people, am I even reversed?"

Mo Qian remembered that in his previous life, there was a novel called The Legend of the Condor Heroes, in which Ouyang Feng coerced Guo Jing to write the Nine Yin Sutra, but the wilted heroine Huang Rong asked Guo Jing to write a castrated version of the Nine Yin Sutra for Ouyang Feng.

So the poor villain Ouyang Feng practiced as a baby, and finally practiced to be the first in the world, with a little side effect by the way, and the result was that he trained his brain to w.

Mo Qian looked at the Heart Sutra dizzily, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt a headache.

Longevity! Didn't I get into such a bloody thing?

This mental method stays on Wang Zhen, who knows if this is a true book, or if he didn't bring a piece of paper when he was in an internal emergency, Wang Zhen tore a few pieces of paper out of it and used it, but he was tricked when he came here?

It's over, I'm not really going to be so miserable, am I?

"What should I do?" Mo Qian muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he already felt that his heart was beating faster and faster, and the blood in his body was flowing rapidly, from his heart to his whole body, and then from his whole body backwards, as if he was cutting with a knife, and there was a feeling that the blood was about to erupt, "It feels like the whole person is going to explode."

"What should I do?" Mo Qian's consciousness gradually became blurred, his lips quickly chapped, and a large amount of sweat on his forehead was dripping down, and the water was also quickly lost.

Mo Qian had a hunch that if he continued like this, he would really die.

Oh my God, the more than 1,000 taels of silver he earned just now haven't been put to good use, and he can buy a few pretty maids and do something that is not worthy of outsiders, but now he is going to die.

The most important thing is that he is still dehydrated and burned to death by himself, how will the Ningyuan lace tabloid report tomorrow?

The newly appointed county magistrate of Ningyuan County was young and vigorous, and he didn't know how to control himself, and finally died in his own secret room, and then he got involved in some messy things, what county orders and secrets that dogs had to say.

Mo Qian didn't dare to continue thinking about it, the first generation of fame was going to be here.

Mo Qian's eyes turned red, and his breath became more and more urgent.

Suddenly, a few mantras flashed in his mind, "God is born according to form, essence is full of energy, not withered or disabled, and the pines and cypresses are green."

"This is the scripture in the Taishang Formula?"

Mo Qian suddenly woke up from the scorching heat, and Mo Qian was no stranger to "Taishang Formula".

During the month of his escape, Mo Qian took out the mantra and read it when he was bored, although he couldn't understand the meaning, but he felt that as long as he read it, it would calm people's minds.

So when Mo Qian was hungry and tired, he would take out the book and read it, and Mo Qian knew the book by heart.

"Why don't you try it?" Mo Qian also had no hope for this book, but now that the situation is critical, he can only use a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Mo Qian silently recited the content of "Taishang Formula" in his heart, and suddenly, he felt a coolness in his heart, and a mantra blurted out like this,

"The three products of medicine, the spirit and the qi essence, in a trance, in a trance. There is no keep, it is made in an instant, the return wind is mixed, and the spirit of 100 days is meritorious. Silent towards the sky, a century of soaring, the wise are easy to understand, the ignorant is difficult to do, the light of the day, the breath is endless, the roots are deep, people have their own essence, and their spirits are fine

...............

..............

God is in harmony with his breath, his breath is in harmony with his truth, and he is not true in his name. God can enter stones, gods can fly, water without drowning, fire without burning. God is born according to the form, the essence is full of energy, not withered or disabled, and the pines and cypresses are green. Three products and one reason, wonderful can not be heard, its gathering is there, its scattering is zero, the seven tricks are connected, the tricks are clear......"

At this time, he had been reciting the mental method that he had not understood for a month, and at this moment he could finally clearly understand the meaning.

After reading the entire "Taishang Formula", Mo Qian felt that the sense of anxiety in his heart disappeared, and his original blood-colored body was greatly restored at this moment.

Mo Qian suddenly felt that he could try to conquer the "Xuanji Heart Method".

He picked up the book on the floor again, his lips lightly opened, and the mantra came out of his mouth again.

Only this time, what he felt in his mind was no longer confused, but a true understanding of "Xuanji Mental Method".

An obscure mantra emerged from Mo Qian's mind, and it was the "Taishang Formula" that he had spent a month reading and was so ripe. When you read it in your mouth, you will soon understand the meaning of these things in your heart.

Mo Qian flexibly followed these mantras, and felt that his dantian began to become hot, and Mo Qian could clearly feel that there was a stream of heat brewing in his dantian.

Mo Qian channeled this heat flow into the meridians around his body, and when the heat flow entered the meridians, Mo Qian felt that the meridians all over his body were expanding.

Every time it was running, like a big river washing away the silted river, Mo Qian felt that his meridians were constantly expanding, and his movements became smoother.

Slowly, the energy began to drain, the whole body felt warm, and the pores began to open, emitting mist, and some dirt began to slowly seep out of the pores.

After about two hours, Mo Qian slowly stopped running the exercises, 'Huh? Mo Qian exclaimed, and secretly said, he actually broke through to the first weight of Xuanji's mental method.

Mo Qian clenched his palms and tried to activate the internal force, he felt a stream of heat flowing slowly in his body.

Different from the scorching heat before, at this moment he felt a sense of fullness of strength in his body, and he felt that his internal force was more refined.

In his cultivation, Mo Qian could vaguely know that according to the division of martial arts levels in the mainland today.

It is divided into nine realms: first-grade martial apprentice, second-rank martial artist, third-grade martial artist, fourth-rank martial general, fifth-grade martial commander, sixth-rank martial artist, seventh-rank martial king, eighth-rank martial monarch, and ninth-rank martial emperor.

Each realm is divided into three stages: the front, the middle and the late stage, and each stage is a huge hurdle.

Many people in today's world are just wandering among the first-rank samurai, and of course, many more people are just ordinary people who don't know anything about martial arts.

According to the division of "Xuanji Heart Method", practicing the first level means that he has entered the realm of a first-grade warrior, so Mo Qian is now a first-rank warrior in the early stage.

Mo Qian muttered to himself: "They said that this technique is so powerful, why am I so tired that I am dying and alive, and I am only a first-class warrior?" You must know that any of the people you see these days are samurai, so I'm still in the position of being crushed? I must work hard to get to the second level as soon as possible. Mo Qian said secretly.

However, Mo Qian didn't know that the state he had reached was something that others might not be able to achieve in ten years.

It's a pity that he has no internal strength now, but he has no martial arts, which is equivalent to brute strength of only one body, and he must learn martial arts quickly, Mo Qian thought secretly.

Although he had been cultivating for four hours, Mo Qian did not feel tired at all, but was full of energy, and if he continued to cultivate like this, he must be able to reach the middle stage of the samurai soon.

Mo Qian stretched his waist and took a deep breath of air, feeling extremely comfortable, but he smelled a foul smell, and when he looked at his body, his body seemed to be covered with black and greasy dirt at this time, and Mo Qian knew that these were all impurities in his body.

When I walked out of the secret room, I saw that it was already night, and the light outside the window was already dark.