Yin and Yang are difficult to push, Liuxiang is also to the nineteenth palace, if you can reach the Yin and Yang principle, the world is in one palm, Emperor Xuanyuan is especially warned, and the deer year is bitter

These words would always appear appropriately in Mu Xichen's mind, repeated over and over again, like an old man's advice, reminding him of something. But what it was, he didn't know.

Mu Xichen, who had no dreams all night and had not slept for many nights, slept peacefully on the straw mat, and he couldn't help rubbing his face, turned over and continued to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I suddenly felt a trace of coldness on my face, and then even my hands and the top of my head became wet. He shrunk back, and wanted to sleep again, and the lack of sleep for a few days and nights really exhausted Mu Xichen, but from time to time a gust of cold wind rushed in from outside the house, which suddenly blew him sleepy.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the leaky roof was dripping with water, and the raindrops were hitting the grass shed, penetrating down the straw that was not thick, and dripping all the way to Mu Xichen's face.

He was not used to sitting up, trying to adapt to the harsh environment here. Staring at the fairly thick clothes on his body, he suddenly calmed down, fortunately this place is not as good as the mountain, the temperature is changeable, and the cold is unbearable.

I saw a black shadow suddenly break in, and Kemu took two steps closer to question him, and the corners of his eyebrows rose: Did you not listen to the advice and went out last night.

Be. This unquestionable tone made it impossible for him to deny it. Besides, Mu Xichen is not a person who dares to do it. He was still there, looking up at the grim face of the carved wood.

But nothing happened last night, so there's no need to be so angry about this! Mu Xichen laughed: I will not do this again in the future.

I don't know if this smile is too sincere, or if Kemu suddenly hasn't seen this kind of joy in his heart for a long time. All in all, that's the end of it.

But there is one person who has been talking about this matter and refuses to stop.

No, the lame sixth rushed into the room again, muttering about last night's events. Those who don't know each other may think that this old man is delirious.

As soon as he became excited, he spoke all Tibetan, and Mu Xichen couldn't understand a word. I only saw the lame old man stretching out his hand and shouting for a while, and then banging on the door and saying something angrily. His eyes were wide, his mustache was curled, and he looked very angry, like some old and sick person.

Kemu nodded respectfully, his mouth quietly squirmed a few times, and then he turned around and carried Mu Xichen and walked out without saying a word.

What are you doing! I have legs that will walk on my own! He exclaimed, the strength of the carved wood was really unexpected, and it was so effortless to carry him outside. He was carved behind his back, only to see the lame old man kicking him angrily and snorting coldly. Immediately afterwards, the skinny figure of the lame sixth man disappeared in a hurried glance at Mu Xichen.

Mu Xichen twisted uncomfortably: What the hell are you going to do, I have legs to walk on my own! He struggled for a long time, but the carved wood was nothing.

Walking out of the alley, Kemu finally said coldly: The lame man said, I have to polish you well.

Mu Xichen nodded thoughtfully, pointed to the tip of his nose and said, "Then are you going to teach me Yin and Yang Technique?" Then he frowned: But I have feet, you really don't have to carry me like this.

How?

He smiled, waved his hand and said: This is strange and uncomfortable.

The village is located in a hilly area, and the rolling hillsides are still reflected in the haze after dawn. The people in the village didn't get up late, but they carved wood and carried Mu Xichen's front feet and came as soon as they left.

Finally, when I reached the back of a small hill, I looked up and could see the mountains rising high in the distance, and the white snow covered the mountains like a light silk scarf, making people look at their mysteries and arrogance.

Mu Xichen was happy in his heart, what secret method would carving wood teach himself? The thought of being thrown to the ground caused him to stagger several steps and fall into the wet mud. When I got up, I wiped it off, and my hands were stained with mud.

Belch! He sighed in his heart, he didn't expect that he would fall into the mud one day. If Jiang Xuejuan knew about this and spread it to make the fat man proud, he really didn't have the face to do it again.

Kemu pulled him up, and said solemnly: You have to learn to practice qi quickly, the true qi in the human body is pitiful, but it is easier for your physique to help you absorb those natural qi, and finally digest it into your own.

Raise your hands and calm your mind. Imagine that there is a soft dough between your hands, it is now small, knead gently, and imagine that the breath of nature around you is being kneaded into this dough, and the more you knead it, the bigger it gets.

He waved his hand and pressed Mu Xichen on the shoulder: You realize for yourself that the revival of everything in the early morning is the best time to collect spiritual energy. I'll see the results in an hour. With that, he slipped away like a puff of smoke.

This, that's it? Mu Xichen was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide, saying that he was a good anti-heaven skill, and that he was good about catching ghosts and driving away evil spirits!

But after thinking about it, you have to start from the basics to learn everything, if the foundation is not strong, what is the use of good talent? Who doesn't climb up step by step? It's just a matter of who works harder.

He adjusted his mentality, exhaled, and sat down with his legs wrapped. In the rainy morning, behind an unobtrusive hill, a man dressed differently was pondering how to practice qi.

It feels wonderful, Mu Xichen palm-to-palm, closing his eyes, only the sound of raindrops falling gently in his ears, and the cries of unknown insects and finches. At first, he was still disturbed by these sounds, Mu Xichen frowned, and the thoughts that were finally brought into the rhythm were pulled out again. He sighed, repeating the action just now, and slowly, his consciousness slowly relaxed, and his body had a feeling of lightness.

His hands hadn't moved, but he could clearly feel that there was really a stream of heat circulating quietly between his palms. His hands began to rub lightly in the air, only to feel that there was really a hot dough between the two palms, which was constantly absorbing the essence of the surroundings.

It's not just because of Mu Xichen's good qualifications, it's just a little bit of a point. Or is it because the village is really a good place to be isolated from the world, and even the ghosts are willing to choose to stay in this pure land, and even at the risk of being captured by the Onmyoji, they are willing to try it here.

Miraculously, Mu Xichen, who came into contact with these for the first time, had a sense of pride, and the spirit of trying the second time if he couldn't do it once made him have a good harvest, he already felt that the dough in his hands was kneaded so big that his hands were about to be unable to catch it. But the carved wood didn't tell him how to stop, so he could only practice more and more.

At a certain point, the qi will become extremely small. On the contrary, nature will also take a piece of qi from your body, so no matter what, be greedy and do what you need to do within the response time.

Carved wood has not returned for a long time, and he doesn't know what he can do in this small mountain village, is he going to find his master to continue the old one? Or did you go to see the blind Jiang Xuejuan?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, he didn't want to know, he was shocked when he thought about it! It turns out that Kemu and Jiang Xuejuan have that kind of relationship that makes people think about it?

The more I thought about it, the more fascinated I became, and the things in my hands stopped, and I was about to salivate when I thought of good things like He Fatzi.

Someone suddenly knocked on his head, and Mu Xichen woke up. Looking up at the carved wood that was not very good, I saw him looking at himself condescendingly: I asked you to practice qi, but you are thinking about some messy things here.

Knowing that Carved Wood was particularly serious at such a time, he naturally couldn't live up to the idea that others had finally taken him as an apprentice. Hurriedly gestured: No, I've always done what you said, but I don't know how to stop after practicing for too long.

Carved wood was in a hurry to renew the old with the villagers just now, but he forgot to teach the pastor to cherish the dust and harvest the momentum, and patted his head: Carved wood, carved wood, look at the good things you have done!

It's good to practice carefully. He didn't say more, just silently asked Mu Xichen to follow him back. The basics are very important, and you can't rush them, otherwise it will backfire and miss the time.

Mu Xichen stepped on the grass hanging with water droplets and slid all the way, he couldn't wait to see how Jiang Xuejuan was doing, but Kemu Que told him that it was still early, and Jiang Xuejuan didn't wake up at all. He was right, so he decided to wander around the village.

Parting ways with Carved Wood, he wandered around the village in his overcoat. The villagers wake up early to see men in strange clothes, and children and the elderly are sleepless and a little scared.

After all, this is the most remote place, few guests come, and there are ghosts in the village, and adults will worry that ghosts will find their doors when they can't sleep.

The day after he came here, Mu Xichen found that those people were wearing colorful Tibetan clothes, which had not changed. Those people all spoke Tibetan, and it seemed that only Cripple and Sister-in-law Zhang knew some Chinese in this village.

The house they live in is surrounded by wind-permeable walls, and the roof is missing and leaking always leaking rain, not to mention that it is now the autumn equinox when the rain is sufficient, and the villagers in the village are living poorly.

Seeing the old people trembling and avoiding him for a long time, Mu Xichen sighed in disappointment and said in disappointment: They all say that the Tibetan people are hospitable, but now why do everyone want to block me?

Turning into the alley, he found a little boy squatting in front of his house chewing a thick wheat stalk, Mu Xichen never imagined that it was also something that could be eaten!

Looking at the disheveled little boy, Mu Xichen suddenly felt heartache, if he was not so lucky that his grandfather raised him, then his situation might be slightly the same as now.

It was estimated that it was cold, and the little boy sighed and rubbed his hands, and his red little face was covered with freckles, and the red color continued to the root of his ears. A pair of feet **, standing in the water, soaked red.

Mu Xichen's expression stiffened, his hand stretched out and retracted, and he held something and handed it to the dirty-looking little boy.

Good evening everyone, I went out to eat today and delayed the update time, so I hurried home after eating to update the manuscript. Ask for a recommendation for a reward, a flower collection??