Midnight on a snowy day.

The eunuch palace maid picked up the palace lamp, bowed her head and walked quickly along the imperial court's path.

The snow footprints were covered again.

The East Palace still shimmered brightly.

And the West Palace looked extremely deserted because the concubines and show girls were sent home.

There is no one in the main palace, and the queen is long gone, but the king of Wei is not newly established, so the palace is only cleaned by some eunuchs and palace maids on weekdays.

Hundreds of palaces, like silent and barren buildings, only the small study close to the main axis of the palace is lit by candles.

In the candlelight, Xia Ji had already reviewed all the folds.

He was full of energy and intelligence, and with some ideas before the time-trip, these reviews didn't take up much of his time.

The same is true of the early dynasties.

Power is an experience and an experience.

At least the identity of the false Son can no longer threaten him.

Moreover, based on the imperial palace, as the regent of Great Wei, he has greater authority and more information channels, which is very convenient for the use of his talent.

The hundreds of officials under his command passed the information to themselves, and then screened them themselves, and if there were some abnormal events, they could go directly to the horse by themselves, and then go to harvest a wave.

On the surface, he looks like a regent.

In fact, he is just a spider who weaves channels out of the web of imperial power.

He once thought about building his own power, but what force is good to have a dynasty?

Moreover, it is unimaginable that the lord of a nation can know secrets.

He promised the King of Wei, but in fact, he killed three birds with one stone.

Bang bang bang.

Subtle sounds mingle in the wind and snow.

Xia Ji raised his eyebrows, and saw a black shadow sticking to the window, which was printing the entire window film from top to bottom.

He didn't get up either, he pushed his palm at will, and a wave of energy rushed out invisibly, and the window suddenly opened.

Fluttering...

A gray eagle-like golem burrowed in from the wind and snow, and when it landed, its wings flapping its belly.

Da Da...

The abdomen opened, and a fully bound booklet fell out.

The eagle-like puppet didn't stay long, turned and flew away through the crack in the window, and flew away in the dark snow.

"Isn't this a courier from another world?" Xia Ji couldn't help but smile, what he was waiting for had arrived.

He got up and picked up the thin booklet, and then sat back comfortably in the wide golden silk nan wood chair, the whole piece of velvet wrapped in it looked very warm.

Each page of the booklet is written in a different handwriting, apparently extracted from many sources and reconstructed.

Although it was midnight, Xia Ji didn't feel tired, and a person like him could even recover his physical strength with just a moment of pranayama.

Quickly flip through the booklet, read it carefully, and then summarize and extract the main points.

"Tong Xuan, Xuan refers to heaven and earth, the qi of heaven and earth is ruthless and vast, the ruthlessness here is only a neutral meaning, and people can only achieve a connection by adjusting themselves to such a state.

Therefore, the so-called cutting of love silk only allows the state of mind and body to reach a state that can accept Xuan Qi, otherwise it is impossible to control this Xuan Qi that far exceeds the quality of True Qi, and Xuan Qi will not enter the human body. ”

Xia Ji flipped through it for the first time, and combined with his own thoughts, he figured out Tongxuan's requirements: to adjust his state to the right point.

He closed his eyes in contemplation, then continued to flip through.

"So how do you adjust yourself to the right shape?

Completely cut off the seven emotions and six desires?

It doesn't seem to be, but just to adjust the seven emotions and six desires to a special state...

Hmm..."

The sound of pages turning.

"The special state is the isolation of the demons, it is not easy to give birth to a vacillating mood, it is a stable state...

If the true qi is compared to water, and the human body is compared to a thin iron bottle, then the iron bottle can hold water.

But Xuanqi is sulfuric acid, and the thin iron bottle obviously can't hold sulfuric acid.

The demons in the heart are the possible cracks on the iron cylinder...

Therefore, thickening this iron cylinder, eliminating the cracks of this iron cylinder, and even replacing the quality of this iron cylinder can achieve the goal. ”

Xia Ji thought about it carefully, the red candle was already halfway burning, and the air was filled with a very light wax smell.

He held his cheeks, and the whole person was extremely relaxed, the earth dragon was laid in the study, and the fire in the fireplace made this winter day not too cold.

The warm light of the flames shone on the walls, revealing wavy shadows, and on the wall hung a map of some old age.

These map information are all benefits for Xia Ji to become the regent.

Hold the scroll and meditate.

"When the human body is a container that cannot hold itself, it can only be destroyed.

But... This doesn't seem to be a physical requirement, that is, no matter how far you practice, it has nothing to do with whether or not you can accept Xuanqi.

It seems to be a spiritual requirement. ”

Xia Ji flipped through it again, and it seemed that there were a few brief examples in this information, such as "The monster that can pull out the mountain and is invulnerable forcibly accepts the Xuan Qi, and the result is that the body explodes instantly, which is no different from ordinary people."

For example, "the hermit who was powerless suddenly had an epiphany, and almost soared in the daylight, but his body was found not long after"...

The former shows that Xuan Qi has nothing to do with physical strength.

The latter shows that Xuan Qi is related to the spirit, but if you have not been shaped by the True Yuan yourself, then the "container of the human body" is also not qualified.

This true element, that is, the inner dan of the container?

The structure from the outside to the inside should be: Spirit-True Qi-Xuanqi.

"Therefore, the Great Perfection of the True Yuan is a must.

After that, the so-called love slashing was just a means.

And it is a means with the greatest possibility of success, using the surging mood of Ren Du after the second pulse is opened, as well as the strong impact of feelings, all the problems in the mood are exposed.

Then it is only necessary to solve all these problems, and then the spirit can achieve the purpose of 'encompassing the Xuanqi'.

Therefore, the focus is on exposing all the demons in the heart and then solving them, rather than necessarily talking about a vigorous love affair and then cutting off the seven emotions and six desires.

According to the information of the Giant Ink Palace.

Cutting the silk of love is just one of the most well-known ways to reach the mysteries, in fact, there are many ways..."

Xia Ji spread out the rice paper and wrote down two key words:

Expose your demons.

Solve the demons in your heart.

Put down your pen and keep thinking.

"Then the body can withstand the Xuan Qi, how to obtain the Xuan Qi?

Not... This doesn't seem to be a problem, because the Xuan Qi is the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and we are in the Heaven and Earth, but the Qi of Heaven and Earth is also rich or not, and the Xuan Fa is also extremely weird, but this problem doesn't seem to be what I should be focusing on right now.

So, can True Qi be transformed into Xuan Qi?"

Xia Ji put these questions aside.

He'd found a way to target his demons, at least give it a try.

Getting up, blowing out the candle, pushing open the door of the study, he quickly walked towards the corner of the West Palace, where there was the legendary Cold Palace.

But what he cared about was not the cold palace, but remembered that there was a big mirror in the cold palace, and no one would approach around the cold palace at all, which could be described as a secret room in the palace.

A moment later.

White curtains fly, dust lurks, empty beds and empty halls.

In the ghostly palace, the temperature is not only extremely low, but also more of a cold and biting feeling.

From time to time, the sound of the wind penetrates through the cracks, with the sharp murmur of a woman's cry, intermittent and panicking.

It has been many years since the last concubine who was beaten into the cold palace died.

This palace, on weekdays, only the unlucky palace maids will be sent to clean it, once a week.

And at this time, in the cold and freezing days, it is impossible for anyone to come.

Xia Ji looked at the bronze mirror with the height of the person, and the edge of the bronze mirror was also painted with a festive pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, but this pattern looked particularly gloomy in this scene.

It seems a little scary to come to the cold palace after midnight to look in the mirror.

But Xia Ji didn't care about this.

He looked at the appearance of a young man in a python robe in the mirror and sat down cross-legged.

"Fear. ”

The true meaning was pervasive, and a burning feeling of fire was born from the bottom of my heart.

In the bronze mirror, it was still just a young man sitting cross-legged, but Xia Ji's pupils reflected the burning ancient Buddha.

No phase, a thousand hands, a thousand eyes.

He used fear against himself!

Originally, it was just a try, but I didn't expect it to succeed.

The ancient Buddha's right hand was raised slightly, his fingers pinched, and between his fingers, a pupil opened a slightly squinting line, with a crimson luster, which was extremely terrifying.

That line stared straight at Xia Ji.

At the same moment, the regent only felt that countless reveries appeared in his heart, and those reveries were hidden very deep on weekdays, with their own desires, **, greed, irritability, rage, etc...

These thoughts are being torn apart by an exaggerated and mysterious force.

It seems to be pulled to the maximum.

At the same time, a burning sensation began in every crack of the mood.

This burning sensation exists in the soul, and people can't help but relax because of the severe pain, and once they relax, the crack in the state of mind will be instantly torn to the maximum, and then turn into flames, and then die.

If you die, it's suicide...

But everything is under Xia Ji's control, how can something happen?

He tried his best to test his limits.

is fighting against the power and flames of the Xuan Qi that tear apart the gap in the state of mind.

Time flies extremely slowly, and it can be said that the days are like years.

Every minute and every second, for the regent at this moment, can be described as truly sitting in the fire.

And that's just a bit of fear he used.

No wonder when he was in Beiliang Holy Hall, when Wei Qingyi saw him, he immediately became black charcoal.