Let's say that Zhu Yan, Chen Lan, and Jingjing tried while walking, and it took about half an hour to come to Zhu Yan's house in Liuliping. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looking at the old and dilapidated two-story wooden house, Chen Lan and Jingjing also felt sorry for Zhu Yan, they didn't expect Zhu Yan's life to be so difficult. Facing this home, where she has lived for more than ten years, Zhu Yan's mood at this time is extremely complicated.

There were traces of his childhood life here, and there was still his mother's warmth and ardent expectations for him, which made him haunt his dreams in the depths of his memory; But here he also suffered a lot of white eyes, tasted the snobbery and indifference of the world, like a pillar of shame standing in his heart.

Zhu Yan used the key to open the closed door, and quickly opened the window to let in the air. Nearly half a month of desertion has filled the room with a smell of decaying plants and trees, which is very unpleasant. It seems that my father has not come home once these days, not even for the Chinese New Year.

Perhaps, in the father's heart, he has long forgotten that there is a son like him at home! Zhu Yan couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Then, he tidied up the room a little and invited Chen Lan and Jingjing to enter. At this time, the third aunt next door had already heard the sound, and hurriedly helped Zhu Yan tidy up the room together, and quietly fetched water to make tea.

Zhu Yan and the others rested for a while in the three-person room, and then took hoes, dustpans, etc., and went straight to the back mountain. They walked for another ten minutes along the winding mountain road before reaching the cemetery.

My mother's tomb is still as new as ever, and the small pine seedling in front of the tomb is spitting out new seedlings, as if it were just yesterday. Looking at the newly built stones on the grave, Zhu Yan seemed to see his mother lying quietly inside, and he couldn't help but blur his eyes and choke his throat.

But Mom, today you don't have to worry about your beloved son anymore. My son is doing well now, with a new family, a loving adoptive father and mother, and sisters and sisters who are like siblings, and he has learned a lot of new skills. You're going to be happy and proud, right? ……

Zhu Yan only felt that his mood was agitated and his blood was surging, as if he had a thousand words to tell his mother in one go. But he knew that his mother had lost his hearing, had gone to very, very far away places, and he would never see her again unless he learned to communicate with his soul......

After removing the newly grown weeds from the grave one by one, digging up new soil with a dustpan and carefully filling it on her mother's grave, and stacking the stones on the grave one by one like tidying up her own house, Zhu Yan reluctantly left from her mother's grave.

He brought some incense and paper money, and prayed silently while burning it, the soul is a mass of information energy, it can accept all the telekinesis connected with it, so he believes that his mother will definitely be able to hear his voice. He secretly swore: Mom, I will definitely let you come back to me, definitely!

Chen Lan and Jingjing silently accompanied him on the side, and they also had an inexplicable respect and gratitude in their hearts for the woman lying in the grave.

After worshipping her mother, Zhu Yan's mood was still unable to calm down for a long time, so at the suggestion of Chen Lan and Jingjing, the three of them did a short period of pranayama meditation in the forest in the back mountain.

After half an hour of meditation, the effect was remarkable, and the turbulent aura in the Zhuyan meridians returned one after another and incorporated into his dantian. Moreover, the wisps of vitality in the woods also poured in with the spiritual flow in his body, inhaling the dantian and turning into tiny energy crystals.

Chen Lan and Jingjing also benefited a lot, and the heaven and earth vitality in this forest was obviously much richer than that of her family. It is no wonder that cultivators often like to find places with high mountains and dense forests to cultivate.

While meditating with his eyes closed, Zhu Yan scanned the surroundings with his heavenly eyes, and also found some details that he didn't usually notice. Those lush trees that exude a halo of light are actually exchanging with the surrounding heaven and earth vitality from time to time, and it seems that there is also a special kind of cultivation. Although the aura of communication is negligible, it is negligible compared to the three of them, but if it is accumulated over many years, is it difficult to guarantee that there will be no leap from quantitative change to qualitative change?

Zhu Yan suddenly remembered the tree demon in Journey to the West and the fox demon in Liaozhai, I wonder if they are the demon immortals who have been cultivated for tens of thousands of years? It is said that all things have spirits, and they are all conscious beings, and this method of cultivation may not be unique to human beings, so why can't those who can cultivate and become immortals be plants, trees, birds and beasts?

And human beings, in fact, are they high creatures? Like them, they are just sentient beings, if they don't cultivate the Tao and become immortals, how can they escape the fate of the reincarnation of life and death? All the souls in the world should really cherish each other and love each other!

Zhu Yan didn't even notice that as his emotional thoughts came out, the halo of those trees in the forest was flickering gently, as if it was adjusting the frequency of vibration. Then, a trace of aura escaped from those halos, and it continued to seep into Zhu Yan's meridians.

After Zhu Yan, Chen Lan and Jingjing finished meditating, they practiced Tai Chi in the forest for a while. At this time, it was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was estimated that it was too late to return to the city, since the aura here was so strong, it was better to practice for a while!

So, the three of them used the Tai Chi method and played Tai Chi in the forest wholeheartedly, and soon they all entered the realm of forgetting things and me. Inside and outside their bodies, as usual, a high-speed cyclone appeared. The cyclone in that dantian drove the aura in the meridians to run, absorbing the heaven and earth vitality in the forest.

After more than an hour, Zhu Yan only felt that the aura in his dantian had grown very fast, and the cultivation effect was several times better than usual. He thought that it was just because the vitality here was particularly strong and suitable for cultivation, and he didn't look into other reasons.

When the cyclone in the dantian finally swelled to the point where it could not be contained, Zhu Yan suddenly thought of the legend of the "Seven Wheels" about the second vein of Ren Du.

Is it possible to transfer the aura in the dantian to the second vein of Rendu? Zhu Yan thought about it and did it, and he silently used his mind to continuously channel the aura into the second vein of Rendu, and let them flow in the second vein of Rendu.

His two veins have already been opened, and they are connected to each other, forming a closed cycle. In this way, the aura that poured into the second vein of Ren Du was constantly flowing in the second vein under the guidance of his mind. It's like on a 300-meter circular track, where athletes are joining in a steady stream, running round and round around the track.

As the cyclone in the dantian gradually shrank, the spiritual qi flow in Zhu Yan Rendu's second vein became more and more huge, and they squeezed each other to make the flow faster and faster. This made him a little worried, but he couldn't stop.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Yan suddenly found that this increasingly huge spiritual flow actually merged into a small vortex under his umbilicus, like a funnel-shaped vortex appearing in the place where the water of a large river is turbulent. He remembered very well that the place under the umbilicus was called the Nakhi Chakra in the Yoga Sutra.

This vortex in the Nabhi Chakra grows and soon becomes a large vortex. Zhu Yan took a closer look, this big vortex was extraordinary, it turned out that there were two small vortices rotating in the opposite direction, just like the Taoist Taiji diagram......