If it was an ordinary child, maybe he wouldn't feel the aura, and he would stop cultivating, but Mo Tiange never had the idea of giving up.

After her mother died, she lived in the ancestral house and did not feel any family affection at all, which is really like a year for a child with a sensitive heart. In such an environment, she missed her father more and more, especially after learning that her father was very likely to have an immortal law, and this admiration became even stronger.

She didn't know that the monks in the immortal cultivation world all felt the aura entering the body in a very strong aura, and the secular casual cultivation often did not have such detailed scriptures, and they didn't know what the aura was in the body.

There is a difference in cultivation, but there is no one to ask, Mo Tiange has to go to the library of books, but unfortunately, among the mundane, it is very rare to have two books related to the world of cultivating immortals, let her rummage through the collection, and she did not find any useful information.

Although she didn't feel the aura, she still meditated and practiced every night. In her spare time, she carefully recalled the recipe of the plain woman and the knowledge imprinted in her mind by her ancestors, hoping to find a little inspiration from it. Although there are many things she doesn't understand yet, she firmly believes that they will definitely be useful in the future.

A few months have passed in the blink of an eye, and she still hasn't cultivated her aura, but her homework has improved by leaps and bounds, and her cultivation has led to an enhanced memory, and her comprehension is not at all like that of a seven-year-old child. Later, the master even allowed her not to listen to the class, just read and write by herself, and ask him if she didn't understand, and Mo Tiange stayed in the library all day. This made other children very envious, especially Tianjun and Tianqiao.

Knowing that she was doing her homework very well, the uncle and the aunt treated her a lot better, and asked Tianjun to ask her more if he didn't understand, which made Tianjun envious and jealous, and wanted to find an opportunity to bully her, but he didn't have the guts. The happiest thing is Tianqiao, she has always had a headache with her homework, and with Tiange by her side, she has someone to help with her homework.

Only Zheng's attitude towards her is still the same, and he didn't give her a good face, just as there was no such person in the family.

However, Mo Tiange didn't care about this, since she learned about the immortal cultivation world and knew that her father was also an immortal cultivator, she had only one thought in her heart, that is, she had successfully cultivated and left here to find her father.

Going to school, working, and practicing, this is all she has in life, although sometimes she feels sad when she thinks of her mother, but the desire to find her father overwhelms everything.

Day by day, I don't even have much time to play with Tianqiao. Tianqiao was forced by her mother to learn from female workers, and every time she came to play with her, she was extremely envious, because no one forced her to learn these. Tiange thought in her heart that Tianqiao was happy, because she cared, the eldest aunt would be so strict with her.

After another day of unsuccessful cultivation, Mo Tiange woke up from his meditative state.

She has become accustomed to this state, and every time she sits down, her mind automatically enters meditation, and when she wakes up, she is refreshed.

Looking up, it was still dark and the moonlight was bright. The moonlight was white, like a gauze without variegation, shining through the window and spread on the bed.

She involuntarily reached out and wanted to pick up the moonlight. I saw that in the palm of my hand, the moonlight was rippling, gentle and bright. She couldn't help but be a little stupid.

I still remember that she once asked her mother if this moon could be plucked. The mother smiled and stretched out her hand, held a hand of moonlight in front of her, and said, you don't need to take it off, there is a beautiful moonlight.

Thinking of this, Mo Tiange's eyes couldn't help but get hot. It's been almost three months, and it was autumn when my mother died, and now it's going to be winter. She tried hard to control herself not to think about her mother, read seriously, and cultivate seriously, but ...... She still misses her mother so much.

Tears kept falling, and she wanted to cry again. Mother......

Suddenly, something was shining brighter and brighter in the corner of his eye. She forgot to cry and stared blankly at her wrist.

It was a string of glass beads, which my mother deliberately found when she was dying, saying that it was my father's thing. When she got the beads, she didn't know where to put them, but she put them in her hand, and she put them in, and they were tightly wrapped in her hand, and they didn't fit in at all. So, she wore it like that.

But after wearing this bead for so long, she never noticed anything abnormal, she only felt that the beads were so beautiful, and they were all white and white, and there were no impurities at all. And it's lukewarm, and when you wear it on your body, you feel at peace in your heart.

At this time, the beads on the wrist were getting hotter and hotter, as if they were burning. The light grew brighter and brighter, from a little bit of rice to bigger and bigger, spreading little by little over her hands and her legs until it encompassed her entire body.

Mo Tiange only felt that the white light flashed in front of him, and he arrived in a completely dark world.

In this world, there is no light, nothing and only empty space.

In the midst of this darkness, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared, first a dot, then extended into a line, which grew longer and longer, and suddenly turned into a meteor and slammed at her from a distance.

She didn't have time to scream before she was pierced by the white light—

Cool. She thought that it would be painful, but she didn't, she just felt cold, that cool breath, starting from her wrist, slowly flowing down the meridians to her shoulders, and then down, all the way to the dantian.

When the light enters the dantian, it swims in it, coiling in a circle, and slowly, other rays flow in, one by one, converging into a group, and gradually turning into a small ball. The ball stayed in it, and from time to time it split out rays, traveled through the meridians, and finally returned to the ball in a cycle.

She snapped open her eyes.

Feeling the situation of the body carefully, sure enough, there was a trace of cool air between the meridians, which kept passing through, and then merged into the dantian.

Discovering this situation, Mo Tiange was suddenly pleasantly surprised.

Reiki, this must be the aura that the exercises say!

She hurriedly sat cross-legged again, ready to run a Sunday according to what the exercise said.

Carefully guide this aura through certain acupuncture points, nourish the body, and finally return to the dantian. It wasn't until this aura stayed firmly in the dantian that Mo Tiange stopped exercising.

She finally reached the state of aura entering her body.

After finishing the aura run, she hurriedly looked at the beads on her wrist.

At this time, the beads no longer had a dazzling white light, and they were still as white and translucent as before, sticking to her wrists without the slightest light.

However, she was sure that it was not her hallucination just now, and this bead must be a magic weapon left by her father!

Thinking about it like this, Mo Tiange was even more excited. Dad must know that she can cultivate the immortal method, so he left this magic weapon to help her cultivate, so that she can go to him in the future.

However, she still doesn't understand what is going on with this bead, it has been so long, there has been no abnormality, and today, her tears fell on it, and an aura appeared, is it because of tears?