He stopped, and listened softly with his ear close to his son's door, for fear of disturbing his son's rest. He can't stay at home for a few days a month, and he doesn't usually communicate much with his son. The relationship between Beitang Beiming and his grandfather Beitang Guanshan is ten million times better than that of his father. Beiming's spiritual method was also taught by the old man, as for his father, the most common words that the father and son usually say is: "Come back." Good bye. ”

Because of his son's affairs, Beitang Xiaofeng, that is, Beitang Muren's wife, lost his temper with him.

At this time, Beitang Muren felt that his son's room seemed to exude extremely heavy spiritual power, which didn't feel like he was sleeping. However, this spiritual power is subtle and powerful, and it is very deep, and it does not seem like practicing spiritual law. What are you doing at night, kid? Beitang Muren, beating drums in his heart.

"Ahem," Beitang Muren cleared his throat in a low voice, "Beiming, what are you doing?" It's like in the past, his momentum is terrifying, and his voice is like a bell. "Beiming?" Seeing that his son didn't move, Beitang Muren said again. After waiting for a long time, there was still no sound.

The more Beitang Muren thought about it, the more wrong it became, at night, his son should not mobilize his spiritual power indiscriminately and go mad. He knew that his son was born with mellow spiritual power, so don't accidentally break something.

"Son!" Beitang Muren didn't say a word, and slammed open his son's door.

I heard a "Ouch!" sound from the door, and a small figure fell on the wooden floor.

Beitang Muren was taken aback. The moment he pushed open the door, he saw a thick hemp rope hanging down from the center of his son's bedroom, with a small dot tied to it. The black light was blind, and Beitang Muren's eyes flickered, and he saw it clearly, it turned out that Beitang Beiming was tied to his naked feet with a rope, and he fell into his bedroom like a golden bell upside down, and his body was hanging in the air.

Beiming suddenly heard someone coming in, startled, shook his body, his ankle came out of the rope buckle, and fell to the ground. At this moment he got up from the ground and sat cross-legged, his hands on his head, his teeth bared in pain.

"You, what are you doing? Seeing this, Beitang Muren hurriedly turned on the light. I saw that Beiming was angry and ignored him. "Daddy is talking to you. ”

"Why did you come back, in the middle of the night. Beiming opened his mouth to come, he covered the back of his head, and looked up at his father. Although he is only six years old, he has a pair of beautiful and tight eyes, thin lips, and the strength of a little man, his skin is white, and he has a good appearance. It seems that he is not as resolute as his father, but he was born more like his mother.

"I'm back for something. Beitang Muren opened his mouth to reply, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: "Hey! I asked you, why did it become the other way around, you asked me!"

Beiming stood up from the ground, and the six-year-old boy, who was not even taller than his father's thigh, spoke: "I was washing the marrow, and I was interrupted by you." Beitang Beiming said, crawling to his bed.

"Washing the marrow...... You started washing the marrow when you were only six years old? Who taught you?" Beitang Muren was shocked when he heard this.

"Grandpa. Also, I started washing the marrow when I was four years old. Good night daddy, help me turn off the lights. "Beiming has already gotten into his own bed and is lying down.

"You started washing the marrow when you were four years old! Beitang Muren suppressed the shock, and tried to hold back his voice and said, a strong man spoke slowly and rarely, but he couldn't hide his surprise.

Pulp washing, a method for psionic beings to practice spiritual power. Only when the spiritual power reaches a certain level, the cultivation method will be used. In school, teachers don't teach students the spiritual method of marrow washing. This kind of spiritual method is mostly learned by those who specialize in spiritual ability. Often, military personnel, prison officers, and a few hearing officers learn this method. In addition, people who participate in ordinary work are not involved in these higher spiritual practices.

Washing the marrow is to gather the spiritual power of the whole body in the dantian and slowly export the spiritual power to all parts of the body. During the marrow cleansing period, psionic beings are cut off from food and water, cut off foreign objects, and only rely on their own spiritual power to maintain their basic life needs.

This kind of psychic method greatly improves the psyker's ability to manipulate spiritual power. What's more, it is called "immortality", many psionic people in order to pursue the peak of spiritual power cultivation, in an extremely harsh environment to practice this spiritual method, only immortality is the only condition, the longer you persist, the more mellow the spiritual power, the stronger the control of the spiritual power.

Beitang Muren closed the door for his son, thinking to himself: Even the soldiers levied by the Ministry of Military Affairs have no way to control the almost cruel spiritual power cultivation method of washing the marrow. Those who can really achieve the so-called washing of the marrow, fasting and water, and only maintaining vital signs can only be achieved at least at the level of column commander.

......Looking at the 100,000 military and political departments, except for the heads of the nine major branches, the remaining column commanders are only a few dozen candidates. Beitang Muren was thinking outside his son's house. Suddenly, he pushed open the door of his son's room and said in a rough voice: "Son, how many days have you been washing your marrow?"

I only heard the breathing sound of a child in the room, and the sound was long and powerful, reaching the dantian.

"Stinky boy, asleep. Beitang Muren smiled and closed the door of Beiming's room.

Spring went to autumn, several degrees of cold and heat, four years later.

On the Qiuman Mountain outside the village of Qiuman Mountain Tourist Village, the woods are luxuriant, and the sun has long been blocked, and the forest is full of green shade. I saw two people hanging upside down on a 20-meter-high brown-crowned tree in the mountain, which would be unbearable if they fell from it.

The two people hanging upside down, one with a long body and a graceful demeanor. A clear-eyed, sweet and lovely. They were all dressed in clean white shirts, gray linen trousers, and a thick hemp rope tied to the bare part of their feet.

The man woke up and lazily moved his muscles. Looking back at the daughter next to her, she was still snoring. Beads of water slowly hang on the long, well-defined eyelashes. The fifth is undisturbed and hangs aside.

After a while, Sanskrit's water chestnut curved mouth became tighter and tighter, and soon it became a slit. Fine sweat seeped out of her forehead, and then, large pieces of sweat fell like beads down the jade basin, starting from the thin neck of Sanskrit Yin, flowing down her round chin, across her delicate face, and falling to the ground.

I saw that the tip of Fanyin's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the hot air evaporated from the heavenly spirit, and the spiritual power was super condensed, and it was about to explode. Sanskrit began to inhale and exhale heavily, and the dantian gasped sharply, becoming more and more unstable. Sanskrit opened his eyes, his eyes condensed, and his sharp qi crossed his eyebrows, revealing his heroic spirit. In the past few years, the fifth Sanskrit sound has become more and more capable.

"It should be okay! Why is this like this! Obviously there is still so much spiritual power left!Why can't I hold on!" Sanskrit Yin struggled in his heart, but it was at the limit.

Suddenly, I heard her shout, her palms were together, and two supreme spiritual powers hit the sky. The green leafy branches fell down with a brush, like a dense rain of leaves. Fanyin's face was covered, and the fresh smell made her like it very much.

She closed her eyes, eager to eat all the fallen leaves! She hadn't eaten for ten days, and she was dying of hunger!

"Dad, why is this like this?" muttered Fanyin on the side, pouting, the boss unhappy.

"When people reach a desperate situation, they arouse the desire to protect themselves. You've been washing your marrow for ten days, and your body is almost at its limit, and even if you don't want to, your body will rebel. A latent sense of crisis that allows your spiritual power to burst out. So," the fifth carefree patiently tutored his daughter, and suddenly his words were interrupted.

"So, don't be angry! It's useless to be angry! Go back and keep practicing!" Suddenly, a hippie smiling voice came, and with a whoosh, flew up, jumped ten feet, hooked his foot, and hung upside down on the branch opposite Sanskrit, facing her.

Fanyin opened his eyes and said, "I see that your skin is itchy! Thunderfall, you wait for me!"

The boy saw that Fanyin suddenly turned up, almost hit his chin with his head, and hurriedly spun to the side, dodging it, grabbing the branch with one hand, and watching Fanyin Zhile.

"You wait for me!" Sanskrit said as he breathed.

"Fifth uncle, can we stop training Xiaoyin like this next time?" said Lei Luo leisurely, nibbling on an apple in his mouth. Fifth, he was unhurried and straightened up! He was already "standing" in the lock with one foot straight, the rope did not move at all, and his body was like a silver needle, straight and straight.

"Awesome!" Lei Luo shouted, "Fifth Uncle, have you listened to me?"

The fifth Xiaoyao glanced back at him, the young man was already fourteen years old this year, two years older than Sanskrit. Thick eyebrows, bright eyes, bright face, short flat hair, strong body, bronze skin, an energetic teenager.

I only heard Lei Luo's voice fall, and a voice called out, "Ah!" The fifth laughed lightly and fell lightly.

With a wave of his fingertips, a thin blade of ice was thrown, instantly breaking the thunderous branch, and thunder fell from the tree screaming. Sanskrit let go of the hand holding the hemp rope, fell vertically, touched the ground lightly on the tiptoes, bowed slightly, and stood up. Looking at the thunder on his chest on the side, he giggled.

"Let you talk about me later!"

"Isn't it for your good, saving you from being so tired from practicing all day long. Lei Luo pouted and said, "Tired, eat an apple." As he spoke, Lei Luo threw a red apple at Sanskrit.

"How many days have it been since you washed the marrow last time?" asked Sanskrit as he ate, and Lei Luo threw another apple at Xiaoyao. The three of them walked towards the village.

"Fourteen days. ”

"Fourteen days! Fourteen days! You have fourteen days!" said in a loud voice, his eyes widening, as he chewed an apple.

"Ahh

"Why am I only ten days, how can I only be ten days......" Sanskrit frowned, lowered his head, and chattered while eating, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became.

"Yo! Fifth brother, I'm coming back with Xiaoyin to wash the marrow!" When he was about to arrive at the entrance of the village, Lei Ding was carrying two bags of rice to the village, and he went to the nearby village market to buy them early this morning, so as to catch the cheap. "I said that this kid didn't accompany me to buy anything today, and he dared to pick up Xiaoyin and go home. ”

"What's the matter, Dad! I said that Xiaoyin can't resist for ten days! You still don't believe it! You lost the bet!" Lei Luo gave Lei Ding a thumbs up and said proudly.

When Fanyin heard this, the roots of his hair stood up, and he jumped onto Lei Luo's shoulder, rode him, and pinched his thick neck fiercely: "You say it again! You dare to look down on me! You say it again!"

Lei Luo's tears were pinched by Sanskrit, shaking his head, and the apple was also thrown away.

"This kid just owes clean up! Xiaoyin, clean up for Uncle Lei!" The two adults watched the excitement next to them, and they were very happy.

But Sanskrit didn't pinch it for a while before he got tired, his hands spread out, and he hung down. After the marrow washing, her physical strength was simply unbearable. Lei Luo was a little relieved, and as soon as he shouldered, Sanskrit was thrown up.

Sanskrit put her legs together in the air, and her buttocks landed firmly on one of Lei Luo's shoulders. Fanyin sat on it, continued to eat leisurely, and after eating the apple, Lei Luo threw her a pot of water. Lei Luo has a strong body and broad shoulders, which is enough to ride a small Sanskrit sound.

"Fifth uncle, can we stop letting Xiaoyin practice like this in the future? I'm tired!" Lei Luo couldn't help but complain when he saw that Sanskrit Yin was tired like this. "Do you let her practice so hard? Don't you have me in everything, with me, no one dares to bully Xiaoyin!"

Fifth, Xiaoyao heard Lei Luo say this, and his heart was very happy. Lei Ding was also on the side. These two children grew up together since childhood, childhood sweethearts. Since playing Sanskrit will sit up, Lei Luo often comes to carry Sanskrit and puts Sanskrit on his shoulder. In this world, except for the fifth leisure, Sanskrit sits on the shoulders of thunder the most.

Over time, even if they grow up day by day, Sanskrit and Lei Luo are still so close, they don't shy away from it, and they are very affectionate.