The bank accounts were full until today. But at this moment, her account balance is only 100,000 yuan. In the past, 100,000 yuan would have been a sky-high figure for her. But now, she feels stretched thin on what she can do.

Looking at the gray book in his hand that he couldn't even read clearly on the cover, he sighed helplessly. Now that the wood is in the boat, she must concentrate on cultivation while planning with her heart in order to have the ability to defeat her enemies and give justice to her parents. In order to avoid being disturbed while practicing, she went to the King's Landing Hotel and asked Jun Wenkang to open one for her

suite, instructed not to disturb. Let Qing Soul and Wu Qi watch Xiaobai in the living room, while preventing it from running around, it also prevents Jun Wenkang from disturbing her by not listening to her. The fact that her father was framed made her understand the truth that it is indispensable to guard against others, and it is better to be cautious in everything. If you are disturbed in your cultivation, you will be injured at least or go mad at worst, and there will be all kinds of harm but no benefit. She didn't want to do something that didn't cost her.

After everything was arranged, the prison painting opened the secret book of the exercises and entered the state of cultivation. This cheat book is a manuscript that has been preserved for many years, although the materials and ink used are not ordinary, but after thousands of years, there are always some obsolescence. When I opened the first page of the painting, I was taken aback by the color and state of the paper. The yellowed paper with a fragile feel looks like it will shatter at the slightest touch, and it seems that it is not too careful to treat it too carefully. And the handwriting on it, so faint that it was almost unrecognizable. Even the bottom half of the text on the first page was barely legible, with only a few old spots. The only words she could read clearly were written in an ancient script that she couldn't understand at all.

Is this the secret book of exercises worth eight million? The prison painting was so angry that she was scolding the Erlang God in her heart, but she suddenly saw that in the barely recognizable text in the first half, there were a few words that were a little familiar, and she guessed according to the shape and side of the word, and the sentence roughly meant: Inject the spiritual wind into the book, and you can deeply understand the book.

And this kind of operation? If that's the case, wouldn't it be just a matter of reading wherever I went, and my mother would no longer have to worry about my studies?

Prison Painting didn't think about it anymore, and directly tried to release the power of the spiritual wind in his body against the book. Normally, she would release the aura at the object, and the aura would automatically turn into a solid one according to her thoughts

Touching an object, if she doesn't have an idea, the spiritual wind will blow the object in front of her like an invisible gale. However, when the spiritual wind of the prison painting hit the book, it was as calm as a stream flowing into the sea, and there was not even a little friction, and the spiritual wind ran into the book like this.

I thought it was very magical, and I guessed that this was what the book said, so I added more strength to input more spiritual wind into it. Soon, she felt a strong resistance in front of her.

She didn't know what it was, but there was a thought in her head that kept crying: break it, break it, break it......

She unconsciously strengthened in this strong shout. It didn't take much effort, and the shackles were broken by her fierce spiritual wind. Prison Painting immediately felt a strong thought pour into her brain along her spiritual wind, rushing to her with a splitting headache. But at the same time, she also clearly felt that one by one, the decisions and exercises were clearly displayed in her mind, like a relief carved on the iron wall, which was unforgettable, and became the strongest memory in her consciousness.

After a few moments, he rolled on the bed with his head in pain. And those words and words that are not incomprehensible at all have been presented in her sea of consciousness like something engraved in the mind of prison paintings, which makes prison paintings have a sense of physical and mental openness.

She had to admit at this time that this seemingly inconspicuous book was indeed a good thing. Cultivating according to these contents, Prison Painting felt that her spiritual style had been expressed and honed with the most accuracy. Between each breath, she could feel the changes and trends in the intensity of her strength, so that she knew what each cultivation link was for, and she did not hesitate to concentrate on overcoming difficulties.

Time is flying, but the prison painting is unaware, and he is tirelessly cultivating. There are many supernatural powers mentioned in the exercises. She tried one by one, her heart was right, her strength was right, but for some reason, it just didn't work.

Soon, the content of a book is almost over. Prison painting is a little anxious. She is very skilled in those mental decisions, and her strength has almost increased, but she has not succeeded in any of those supernatural powers. How good is that?

With patience, I read the painting to the end. The last sentence in that exercise is to keep her awake until she is hot

Cultivate all the supernatural powers in the water. Don't get out of the water until you're done.

Cultivating in hot water? Can't get out of the water without finishing? Isn't that supposed to suffocate to death? I don't know why, but she opened her eyes anyway, went into the bathroom in the room, and put a jar of hot water.

The bathtub was steaming hot, like a spicy soup that had just come out of the pot, and it felt hot when I looked at it. A steaming bathroom in the summer is the hardest to treat. And because of the practice of this set of exercises, I also feel that my body is hot and dry. But she couldn't refuse, endured the intense stuffiness and dryness, and got into the bathtub with her clothes.

Soaking in the hot water, she was still holding her breath at first, but soon she found that her breathing had stagnated. All the touches on her body just now disappeared in this instant, and every pore on her body was like a small mouth, greedily absorbing water in the water, and spitting out something. She didn't know what it was, she just knew that her body was slippery and greasy, and it was very uncomfortable.

Without the trouble of holding her breath, she followed the method mentioned in the exercise and exerted all the magical powers in the exercise. Still no effect. Disappointed, he walked out of the water and dragged his wet body out of the bathtub, but was startled by what he saw.

The water in the bathtub turned black. And she herself was stained with a black unknown object, sticky, and disgusting. She hurriedly drained the water in the bathtub and opened the shower head to wash herself. It took a long time to wash the dirt off that body.

There is no mention of this stubble in the exercises, but it comes to an abrupt end here. Prison painting always felt like this exercise was interrupted before the words were finished, and a tail was missing.

But she didn't feel much change! Especially those supernatural powers, she hasn't mastered any of them, how can it be over?

She tried her best to recall the interpretation of the exercises in the sea of knowledge, and finally read a sentence in the final chapter: The exercises of the spiritual wind need to be practiced repeatedly before they can be effective. If a cultivator does it in hot water, he will get twice the result with half the effort.

I'll go! Why didn't you say something so important earlier? Did the person who wrote the book fail to grasp the point or did he do it on purpose? No wonder I was able to upgrade as soon as I took a hot bath before, and I dared to love this hot water as a divine assist for cultivating spiritual wind! Looking at the still steaming bathroom, he dragged his heavy steps into it again.