After returning to the small courtyard in my memory.

Zhang Feng cleaned up the simple wooden house a little, and began to shape the roots and bones as planned, opening up all the 'Eight Veins of the Strange Scriptures'.

As for the theory of the eight veins of the Qi Jing, it is the Taoist who finally concluded that the human body is a small universe through the doctrines of yin and yang, five elements, and eight trigrams.

The eight veins of the Qi Jing created by him are to use spiritual energy to open up the eight veins of his own Ren, Du, and Chong, so that his own meridians form a circulating 'Xiao Zhoutian World'.

At that time, the human body will form a resonance with the universe, and then you will feel the aura scattered between heaven and earth.

But Zhang Feng felt that if this matter was to be said in terms of cultivating immortals, it should be that the meridians were connected, opening up the twin bridges of heaven and earth, and gathering spiritual roots.

In the words of martial arts, the innate root bone is the acquired anti-congenital, and the 'innate body' has been achieved.

However, this innate body is not cultivated to the innate realm, but is similar to a kind of 'fetal breath' in the twins, and the whole body is unsullied, as pure as a baby.

Cultivating in such a state, even if you stand dry, you can naturally build a foundation.

Because at that time, when the aura touches the person of the innate root bone, it is like steel seeing a magnet, and it will involuntarily get close to it, attracted by the pure innate body.

Zhang Feng thought about it, closed his eyes and picked up the stake frame, drove a trace of aura in his body, gradually drifted away towards the Ren pulse, and began to try to rush the pulse.

..

Time is in a hurry.

In Zhang Feng's daily practice of boxing and punching, two months passed unconsciously.

During this period, Senior Brother Feng came once and said goodbye to Zhang Fengxiao, saying that he would go out and arrange matters.

The young man also asked Zhang Feng to drink, and also brought two catties of barbecue.

When harvesting grains, Zhang Feng helped to help while practicing.

I also helped to hear about the temperature of this world, but the wheat harvest is not a summer harvest, but a spring and autumn season.

And now.

Zhang Feng came to this world on the seventy-second day.

The season has entered late autumn.

Zhang Feng also opened up the last meridian, the Du vein, and achieved the innate root bone.

It was also noon on this day.

The autumn wind is blowing, and the fallen leaves of the trees outside the village sway with the wind, drifting into the courtyard from time to time.

Zhang Feng stood in the courtyard and felt it, and found that after opening the meridians, the most obvious feeling was not that his own strength had become a little higher, but that he could really feel a little aura floating in the air.

It's just that this feeling, not the eyes to see.

But they can indeed be seen like ethereal clouds, as few as hair, all over the place as far as the eye can see.

It's like a bone formation at the same time, allowing yourself to open the 'eye of the sky'.

Then close your eyes and feel it quietly, and try to inhale it in your heart.

The taste of Reiki is the same as the taste in the air, colorless and odorless.

But now that he can clearly feel the aura, Zhang Feng found that when the aura is inhaled into his lungs, the aura will slowly integrate into his body.

But I didn't feel that way before.

Zhang Feng thought for a while, and felt that it should be that he hadn't shaped the root bones before, and then even if he absorbed the aura, he would be exhaled out from his heart.

It's just that after being able to feel and absorb it now, Zhang Feng found that this feeling was the same as the usual aura feeling of absorbing the fragments of the ghost capital, but it was a hundred or a thousand times less.

Maybe it may be that the aura existing in the river village is too small, and the quality is too low, far less than the fragments of the ghost capital.

It is also possible that the aura of the ghost capital fragment is of high quality.

Zhang Feng thought about it, feeling that no matter why, he first knew where the beauty of the innate root bone was.

It is really the same as what the Dao Chief said, the innate root bone is wonderful, and it can become a little Zhou Tian by itself without any cultivation cheats, and absorb the heaven and earth aura of the outside world like a monk.

It is no wonder that the Taoist chief sits on the cliff and can ingest purple qi between exhaling and inhaling.

Now it seems that it is not his purple qigong method that works.

Instead, he cultivated the innate root bone.

Because he was also trying to practice the 'Purple Qi Decision' during this time, but even if he opened the seven veins, he didn't absorb anything.

But now that he has an innate root bone, he can cultivate this purple qi decision.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng went back to the house and took out a cheatbook from his small baggage.

'Item: Purple Air Decision'

Type: Cheats

'Quality: 2nd Order, Blue'

This is a handwritten cheats by the Taoist chief, and the level is not high, only blue.

Zhang Feng rolled his eyes a few times, to be honest, for himself who doesn't have exercises at the moment, some can be practiced.

Otherwise, if the strength cannot be raised, no task can be accomplished.

After all, this is the world of Xianxia.

In case there is a master task of killing 'Zhuji and Jindan', it will be stuck all of a sudden, and there may be danger.

It's because of that.

Zhang Feng thought about it, so he simply didn't go anywhere, just waiting for the Xuandao Sect to accept disciples.

In this way, even if the task is triggered, it is also a task related to the acceptance of disciples by the Xuandao Sect.

Maybe in the future, cultivating in the sect will also have a high probability of being a task related to cultivation.

In this way, not only can you cultivate, but it will not affect the progress of promotion.

It can be regarded as a relatively perfect cultivation of immortals while advancing at the same time.

Zhang Feng thought of this and felt himself again.

At present, I have about more than 2,000 catties of strength.

And this is pure strength, without any power skills, without the blessing of ghost fragments.

Including and not borrowing any trace of aura.

This is also the current self after opening up the meridians, I can already use the aura to travel the meridians and bless my own strength.

Then now that everything is calculated, it is just waiting for Senior Brother Feng to come over.

And as time passes.

At noon on the fifth day.

Senior Brother Feng came from the sky.

Zhang Feng looked up and saw that he was driving a flying sword in the sky that was slender than a car, and he stopped in the sky for a few breaths, as if he had confirmed something, and then he was under the river village.

"Immortals.." The villagers in the village, when they saw Senior Brother Feng coming, they all bowed down and bowed.

Senior Brother Feng smiled and nodded, and looked at Zhang Feng who came from the courtyard again,

"Brother Zhang Feng, it seems that I have not come to the wrong place."

"Senior Brother Feng.." Zhang Feng clenched his fists and saluted, "I'm tired of Senior Brother Feng.."

Zhang Fengyan said here, and then he wanted to say, "Actually, I don't have to pick it up, just find someone to talk to, and go to the county by myself."

But Senior Brother Feng smiled and returned the salute with a fist, interrupted Zhang Feng's words, and pointed to the flying sword floating next to him: "It's better for me to pick you up, so you don't have to come late again." ”

Zhang Feng didn't answer this, saluted again, and got on the flying sword.

'Item: Sword'

Type: Ritual Instrument

'Quality: 3rd Order, Blue'

At a glance, Zhang sealed the burden on his body, the Tang knife and bow box on his waist.

Senior Brother Feng jumped on the front end of the flying sword, holding his hands on his back, the flying sword was like a meteor, and he quickly walked in the direction of the Xuandao Sect fifty thousand miles away.

"Zhang Feng followed the immortals.." The remaining villagers of Hecun talked a lot, and their hearts revealed the mood of being happy for Zhang Feng.