It seems that because some aspects have regained their former majesty, and their physical condition has also recovered, the fat man, who has always maintained a natural mentality in metaphysical practice, is less anxious about the absence of meridians in his body.

His state of mind slowed down, flattened, and he had no meridians at all, and the path study of how to practice was no longer so urgent.

In the minds of fat people who have no ambitions, as long as they do not affect their happy life, as long as they do not suffer big losses, especially if they do not pit their own money or make less money, then nothing matters.

Of course, greed and lust make him want to live a happier and happier life.

Therefore, relevant research still needs to be carried out.

Not to mention anything else, the responsibility is heavier than Mount Tai, isn't it?

The greater the capacity, the stronger the bearing capacity when taking responsibility, and the more secure the person who is responsible for it – for example, mothers, wives, daughters...... Son?

There is also a responsibility to drive the selfish and lazy fat man to the end of the road.

Inheritance!

The inheritance of this mystic!

I thought of standing by and throwing the inheritance to the two apprentices, the big talent is extraordinary, and the young talent is excellent, the fat man thought that he had done this as benevolent and righteous, and he didn't need to work too hard, Jin Chirui and Gong Xiang could naturally pass on the mystical method of their own sect.

It is even possible to carry it forward......

But it wasn't until now that the fat man understood that if he couldn't see the moment when his disciple really became a talent, he couldn't settle down after all.

Maybe it's because of his personality, he is not as "heartless" and irresponsible as Lao Hantou.

Every time I think of the old Han Tou......

In the past, Wen Shuo would put the qi into that painting every once in a while, and chatter with the qi left in the painting by the old Han Tou - although, every time he said his, the old Han Tou was the donkey's head and the horse's mouth, and he immutably taught the mystical method of the sect, and taught the fat man how to do in the future and what to pay attention to when practicing......

Every time, the fat man would be sad, missing, guilty, and grumbling to the old Han hair, and then reluctantly left.

He was always worried that one day, when his qi entered this painting again, the same old Han Tou's qi disappeared without a sound.

I haven't been in it in a while.

I used to worry that the qi machine would enter, and my consciousness would not come back, or I would forcibly cut off the qi and suffer internal injuries, until I got used to it, or after the cultivation was enhanced, I no longer worried.

During this time, it was because there were no meridians at all, and it was impossible to release the qi.

Late at night.

The fat man sitting alone in the study looked at the painting spread out on the table and sighed.

When he was sad and nostalgic, he suddenly thought about a certain method in this mystical method, and he didn't feel how high it was in the past, but now he thought of the wonderful use of this trick - this method is sublimated, and the method of establishing the soul with the root leaves a glimmer of life and the world.

This vitality and qi are two different things.

Wen Shuo suddenly woke up to the fact that the old Han Tou in the picture scroll was not a wisp of qi, but a ......

A wisp of Genshin!

To be able to leave the Yuan Shen in the picture scroll, either Lao Han Tou had already cultivated the Yuan Shen back then, or he had left the unfinished Yuan Shen in the picture scroll by the magic of the mystical law.

But if it is the latter, the old Han Tou has endured unspeakable pain.

If I have to give an example to describe this kind of pain, it is to cut the chest and abdomen with a knife, and then dig out the heart and liver with my own hands, in the process, we must also maintain absolute calm, silently recite the mind, recite the mantra, and the flow of qi is related to heaven and earth!

Just ask the world, how many people can do it?!

Old Han Tou definitely did not cultivate the Yuan Shen, otherwise he in the picture scroll would definitely not be so "mechanical" and "boring" and boring.

At this moment, the fat man's spirit was out of his body again.

Time.

Outside the window, the snow is fluttering, and the north wind is bleak.

The entire capital was shrouded in goose feathers and heavy snow.

The fat man sat quietly in the study, frowning slightly, not moving. Its primordial spirit has already entered the picture scroll on the desk.

Under the pavilion, watch the ups and downs of the sea of clouds and watch the rising sun rise in the east.

The cranes are swaying, and the pine trees are in the wind.

Old Han Tou walked to the pavilion very freely, greeted the little fat man with a kind expression, and praised him for finally succeeding in his cultivation and being able to enter this picture scroll and meet the old man.

The fat man's Yuan Shen stared at Lao Han Tou and said, "Old Han Tou, I am the Yuan Shen out of my body and I will see you in the picture scroll." ”

There were no unexpected surprises, and the old Han Tou was still talking about the old words.

The fat man sighed, stopped talking, and stopped listening to the words that the old Han Tou could already recite backwards.

He sat cross-legged, his eyes closed.

With the painting, see the Tao of enlightenment.

There are many mysteries in the painting, and the aura is rich, but it was not until this time, Wen Shuo entered it with a primordial spirit, and he knew that the so-called rich aura was just an illusion demonstrated by the Xuanao Array.

Enlightenment, inside and outside the painting, the magic circle of this painting is sealed......

It's like an illusion.

There is a magic circle, but it seems that it cannot be formed.

But it is indeed the extremely mysterious method that can make the old Han Tou, the unfinished primordial god, exist in the picture scroll, I don't know when.

Such a magical thing as a picture scroll, a subtle mystery, is a treasure inherited from the master, right?

Otherwise, it would not be possible to do it with the old Han Tou's lifelong cultivation.

It's just that the old Han Tou suffered, and before he died, he was able to bear such intense pain, stripping away his unfinished primordial spirit alive, and forcing him into the virtual realm of the picture scroll with the mystical method.

What endurance and perseverance does it take?

It's chilling to think about!

Outside the scroll.

Xiaoqing led the little boy back to the study from the window, and landed gently in the corner of the farthest corner from the desk.

"What is he looking at?" asked the little kid curiously.

Syllable!

Xiaoqing raised her hand and slapped the little boy on the head.

The little kid immediately understood, and showed a flattering smile on his shy face: "What is Dad looking at?" As he spoke, it opened its little short legs, wanting to lean over to satisfy its curiosity, but was dragged by Xiaoqing: "Looking for death?"

"I'll just see, I won't bother my father......" said the little kid seriously.

"The painting on the table is terrible!" Xiao Qing said with a serious expression: "It will suck us in, and we will never be able to come out again." ”

The little kid was surprised, "Why?"

"That's a magic weapon, a very powerful magic weapon. Xiaoqing whispered: "It's something left by our master, you and I are not human now, and our attributes are yin, no, it is the state of extreme yin, no, you are in the state of extreme yin, I am not, I am much stronger than you." However, the painting will still repel us, and if we dare to come closer, it will eat us. ”

"Eat?" The little kid was startled, "It's a monster?"

"Stupid, we're demons!"

"Oh, yes too......"

The fat man sitting at the table heard the conversation between the two little demons, not the super demons, slowly opened his eyes, and after a little thought, he said, "Qing'er, you can enter the painting now." You can't go in, little boy. ”

"Really?" Xiaoqing said in surprise.

"Why?" the little kid looked aggrieved and sad.

The fat man closed his eyes and did not respond.

Xiaoqing thought about it, grabbed the little child's ear, and said seriously: "Because I'm stronger than you, you don't want to think about how long I've been practicing...... Oh, by the way, my dad taught me not only to practice, but also to cultivate virtue, you know what virtue means, right? ”

"Uh-huh, I know. The little kid nodded, puzzled: "However, we see many people outside, who are very immoral, why do we have to be virtuous?"

"Because we want to be like our father, be a good person!

"Oh. ”

"Okay, I'll go in first......" Xiaoqing happily ran to the desk, but hesitated for a while before turning into a streamer and entering the scroll.

As soon as he entered the picture scroll, Xiaoqing panicked.

Not a blow to it.

Instead, she was already nervous and uneasy, and found that there was an extremely vast world in the painting, and she was afraid that she would get lost, and she would never be able to get out again, so she couldn't help shouting in horror: "Dad, Dad, where are you?"

"I'm on the mountain, come to the mountain. Wen Shuo's ethereal voice came.

Xiao Qing hurriedly rushed to the high mountain as fast as he could.

But then she realized that no matter how fast she was, the mountain would always be not too far ahead, and she could not get close to it.

She shouted in more and more horror: "Dad, I can't fly over!"

Under the gazebo on the mountain, Wen Shuo frowned slightly and opened his eyes, looked into the distance where the voice came, and after thinking for a while, he pointed to the crane that had just settled under the pine tree outside the pavilion, and said, "You go and pick up Xiaoqing, she doesn't know how to go." ”

The crane didn't move, and he didn't look at him.

After Wen Shuo thought about it again, he released a wisp of qi with a smile on his face, and gently lowered it into the immortal crane's mind.

The crane's posture trembled slightly, and then it called out clearly, flapped its wings and flew up, soaring in a circle in the faint clouds, and then flew into the distance.

Xiaoqing was suspended in the air, teary eyes, looking around in horror.

Suddenly.

A beautiful crane flew in, hovering and dancing around her, with a friendly look in her eyes.

"Wow!" Xiaoqing was young after all, and when she saw the beautiful crane, she immediately threw her fear out of the clouds, and the crane flew around her, and her eyes were so affectionate and friendly, which made Xiaoqing feel even more happy, tilted her head and asked, "Are you here to pick me up?"

The crane didn't speak, and with a slight circle, it flew to Xiaoqing's feet, gently lifted her, and flew to the green mountains in the distance.

"Wow, I'm sitting on the crane flying!" The cheerful cry of the little green and silver bell echoed in the heavens and the earth!

Under the pavilion on the mountainside, Wen Shuo looked gentle and smiled shallowly. Old Han Tou was still sitting opposite, talking eloquently with the posture of a fairy......

"Dad, Dad!"

The cheerful cry was mixed with a long cry of cranes.

The crane landed next to the pine tree, Xiaoqing jumped off the crane's back, fluttered lightly to Wen Shuo's side under the pavilion, shrank behind the fat man, leaned on his shoulder, looked at the old man, and asked curiously, "Dad, who is he? Why is he here?"

"Go, meet the ancestor!" Wen Shuo said lightly.

"Oh. Xiaoqing immediately realized, and hurriedly walked respectfully in front of the old Han Tou, knelt down and kowtowed: "Xiaoqing greets the ancestor." ”