Compared with the highly skilled spiritual arts, which are used in battle, this kind of cultivation is not difficult to understand. Wan Ning only flipped through it a few times, remembering some key descriptions, and began to sink into the dantian, meditate according to the Buddhist posture, and put his hands in the shape of a lotus with his hands facing the sky, absorbing and pulling spiritual power according to the cultivation method of Tianbao Zen Gong.

I don't know if I don't try, I was shocked when I tried it, and the spiritual power of more than ten times the ordinary cultivation on weekdays drilled into the body from the outside world, and then was included in the meridians at a good transformation speed, poured into the dantian, and finally turned into his own cultivation, and suddenly evolved from a village stream to a mighty river, which made Wan Ning overjoyed.

But Wan Ning quickly calmed down, put all distractions behind, and communicated with heaven and earth wholeheartedly, in order to absorb spiritual power faster, he sat on the futon, motionless, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had settled into an old monk.

This meditation is a full four hours that have passed.

When Wan Ning opened his eyes again, Mingyue had already climbed the west tower. He stood up and felt the spiritual power surging in his body, in just half a day of practice, he had already touched the peak of the innate seventh stage, and it was not far from breaking through to the innate eighth stage, which was a speed that Wan Ning had never dared to imagine before.

Moreover, after using Tianbao Zen Gong to practice, I will not feel tired and tired as in the past, let alone dizzy, as if my body has been hollowed out, but as if I have slept a good night. After all, the cultivation method of Tianbao Zen Gong is zazen, which will not consume too much physical functions, but can replenish the energy of heaven and earth. Many eminent monks enter meditation for decades, during which they neither eat nor drink, but rely on zazen to achieve enlightenment.

"You're finally awake, I thought you were sleeping there. ”

Xiao Meihua lay on the bed, lifted a white and tender thigh, put it on the wall, and said lazily.

"No, no, I'm seriously cultivating. ”

Wan Ning was in a good mood, and pretended not to hear the thorns in Xiao Meihua's words, and smiled.

"Then you have been cultivating for so long, have you forgotten what I explained to you. ”

Xiao Meihua put down the scroll in her hand, raised her chin and looked at Wan Ning, whose expression was instantly stiff.

"Uh...... No, no, how could it be, didn't I bring back the Yin Soul Wood, you see it's still the most advanced mutation. ”

Wan Ning forgot all about Xiao Meihua's instructions before leaving, but for the purpose of greedy money, he still scraped a few pieces casually, which was a mistake and barely completed the commission.

"Hmph, you just take care of your childhood sweetheart's little lover, you and me, sweet words, completely forget about me, the old thing that accompanies you to the spiritual realm, sure enough, but when you see the newcomer laughing, you hear the old man crying, man, man, there is no good thing. ”

Xiao Meihua put down the scroll, covered her tears with a veil, and pretended to be teary-eyed and said.

"Oh, I really haven't forgotten about you, but I'm afraid that it will be inconvenient to explain your existence to the Bone Prison, so I changed my excuse. ”

Wan Ning said a little embarrassed, but there were a lot of truths, but he didn't have enough gas in his words.

"Hmph, I don't know the twists and turns in your belly, but I spent all the way in your sea of gods when you were in the dark ruins...... Forget it, it's angry when you talk about it, I have a lot of adults, so I won't bother with you. You make a wooden ring and hang it on your chest, and I usually have a pranayama spirit in the wooden ring, so there's no problem. ”

Xiao Meihua sighed deeply, rubbed her temples, and said slowly. Wan Ning's temperament has long been well understood, if she still can't learn it, she will be angry to death.

Hearing Xiao Meihua's words, Wan Ning was pardoned, he quickly took out the mutated Yin Soul Wood that he had scraped before, selected a thick trunk and began to build it, and quickly grinded out a small and delicate ring, and then pulled out a red thread and tied it on his chest.

"Got ...... done"

Wan Ning, who was working at the desk, wiped a handful of sweat, raised his head and said to Xiao Meihua, but at this time, Xiao Meihua had already fallen asleep with the quilt in her arms, and the scroll held lightly in her jade hand was crooked and fell on the pillow. Wan Ning smiled helplessly, pushed the little plum blossom that occupied the entire big bed to the wall slightly, then extinguished the oil lamp, got into the quilt, and fell asleep with the girl.

Although it is theoretically possible to replace sleep with the practice of Tianbao Zen Gong, sleep is an irreplaceable enjoyment after all.

It is rare that Elder Mu did not invite Wan Ning to drink tea and let him carry out the task again, so Wan Ning is living comfortably in the Aoki Sect these days. Go to bed early and get up early every day, practice diligently, and when you feel bored, you pull the ghosts around, plus Sun Qien, who is cheeky and twists the ghosts, the three of them often run east and west, but they are also familiar with each other, before Sun Qien also wanted to pull Xu Linghua into this small group, but Xu Linghua, who didn't know what to do every day, was gone, and the matter was over.

The ghost still has a cold attitude towards this woman who he thinks is strange, but Sun Qien seems to feel extremely good about himself. She has boasted to Wan Ning in private more than once that her relationship with the ghost is only separated by a layer of window paper, and Wan Ning, who can't bear to hit Sun Qien and knows the truth at the same time, has to hold sympathy and smile in the face of the hearty girl's drunken boasting session, and when it comes to the back, Wan Ning even began to imagine the tragic scene of Sun Qien's confession failure.

"Wanning! Wanning! Today, there is a batch of desserts from neighboring countries in the inner canteen! Hurry up and line up! If you go to bed again, you won't have anything to eat!"

As soon as the sky was bright, the woman in the power suit vigorously cocked the gate of the cave and pounded the ground all day long. If it weren't for the remote location of Wanning Cave Mansion, I'm afraid that there would have been angry neighbors scolding by now.

"He's not in the sect today, don't make any noise. ”

The gate of Wanning Cave Mansion was still closed, but only a "creak" was heard, and the ghost in pajamas opened the door of his house and said angrily.

"Where did that guy go?"

Sun Qien asked a little confused.

He went down the mountain and went home, as if he had seen the old man, but he didn't understand and didn't want to understand. ”

The ghost rubbed the head of the chicken nest and yawned in reply.

"Then let's go ......"

"Get up early in the morning, do you want me to die? I'm going to sleep. ”

The super invincible big bulb in the girl's heart is finally gone, and now it is the world of two people belonging to her and the ghost, such a wonderful time to occupy the right time and place, and I don't know how long it will take to miss this time. Just when Sun Qien was dizzily thinking about whether to confess to the ghost spirit today and launch a general attack and pray by the way that Wan Ning would simply die under the mountain and never come back for the rest of his life, he was poured a basin of cold water by the ghost spirit, and his heart was cold.

"I ...... I can line up for you and bring back the dessert!

Sun Qien anxiously gestured with his hands, for this day, which has appeared countless times in his dreams, this heavenly lady of the Aoki Sect has lowered her posture to the point that she can't lower it any longer.

"Although I really want to eat, I can't treat you as a tool, it's too unfair to you. ”

The ghost frowned, thought for a moment, and replied.

"It's okay, as long as you're happy, I can do anything!"

The girl looked at the boy with a jewel-like sparkle in her eyes, which was the magic of "liking".

"You two are yelling about something in the morning. ”

When the ghost spirit was in a dilemma, a woman's voice came from the other side of the mountainside, and the two turned their heads to look, the woman was Xu Linghua, but at this time she was wearing a terrifying bloody dress, but she was holding a large bag of small cakes in her hand, and said while eating.

"Linghua, did you come back after a mission? How many times have you said it, the first thing you did when you came back was to change your clothes, you weren't injured, right?"

The ghost was frightened by Xu Linghua's appearance and sobered up for most of the time, but Sun Qien was already surprised, she stepped forward quickly, took Xu Linghua's little hand, and said with a little blame.

"Well, I'm fine, it's all their blood, I just went back to the sect and heard that there will be new products on the dessert cabinet, so I went directly to the canteen, I saw that no one came forward to buy it, so I bought it all...... Do you want to eat. ”

Xu Linghua raised her jade hand with a faint trace of blood, picked up a small cake, and motioned to Sun Qien.

"You put your things away first, I brought clean clothes, you will clean up in the Ghost Spirit Cave Mansion first, no problem, Ghost Spirit?"

Sun Qien looked like a nanny at this time, she put the pocket that Xu Linghua was holding on the stone table outside the courtyard, then took out a green dress from the storage ring, and turned back to the ghost and said.

"It's okay, it's okay, you can use it. ”

The ghost looked at Xu Linghua, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with a forced smile. This butcher appeared in the dining hall, and I am afraid that few people dared to walk into her three zhang range, and naturally no one grabbed desserts from her.

Zhao State, Shogunate Prefecture.

The Harvest Festival is a traditional festival in Makue Prefecture where local people gather in ancient times to worship and worship the god of harvest in the hope of a good harvest in the coming autumn.

After thousands of years of evolution, the harvest festival is still maintaining the festival at the same time, but also gradually become a festival for the villagers to parade and enjoy, many young men and women also gather at this time, tryst to show love, express their hearts to each other, so the harvest festival is also called the little Tanabata.