Xiaoyang River starts from the Tiancang Mountains dozens of miles away, passes through the entire Qinglin Town from west to east, because it is the water of the mountain veins converges, the river surface is narrow, the water flow is soothing, and it is crystal clear all year round, which is not only the main water source for the people of Qinglin Town, but also divides Qinglin Town into two, divided into two pieces of ground, one large and one small.

Xiahe District is more than ten miles away from the old brick and wood houses in disrepair, crisscrossed by narrow streets and alleys, most of the people living here are ordinary people, only the Heqian Street of Xiaoyang River is wide, and all industries live together. Here are some well-to-do businessmen.

The long Heqian Street is lined with shops and bustling all year round. Now it's noon, the streets are a little clean, and only a few restaurants and large and small food shops are still very lively.

The last one on the west side of the street is an old shop, a small brick and wood façade, and there are only two small rooms in the small courtyard at the back. Because of the distance and sparse population, the business of the carbon shop opened by Liu Cripple earlier was not good, and three months ago suddenly changed the owner surnamed Ye, and the business of this carbon shop became more and more immortal.

Although it was noon, the two big carbon shops on the street, "Niu Kee" and "Lin Kee", still had people from the town coming in and out from time to time, but this small shop without even a signboard was closed early, and the doors and windows were closed.

The boss surnamed Ye, Ye Bufan, is now sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed in the main room in the backyard, which is simply furnished, just a wooden bed with tables, chairs, and chairs. When the door was closed, the high courtyard wall blocked the sunlight, and the small windows did not let in much light, and the sun hung high, and if the oil lamp was not lit, the room would still be dimly lit.

At noon, the yang energy is the heaviest, and it is the time when the aura between heaven and earth is the most active.

There is no elixir, and there is no reaction when the spirit stone is held in his hand, and the cultivation method can only buy the most basic "Three Clear Formulas", relying only on this most basic exercise, Ye Bufan has absorbed the aura between heaven and earth little by little at noon for three months, and finally has some subtle reactions in the dantian.

Between breaths, the heavenly soul is suppressed. A wisp of heat as thin as a hair entered the spiritual aperture above his head, Ye Bufan had no distracting thoughts, and controlled this trace of spiritual energy to flow slowly along the meridians around his body, but the flow of this spiritual energy was too slow, like a snail crawling in a long hole.

Ye Bufan didn't dare to speed up the flow of aura in the meridians, every time he let go of his mind in a hurry, under the rapid flow of aura, the fragile meridians were like being scraped by a knife inch by inch, sending out heart-rending pain.

Carefully controlling the aura, it ran along the meridians of the whole body for a long week, and finally converged into the dantian. Feeling a small ball of energy the size of a bean in the dantian moved slightly, Ye Bufan breathed and exhaled, and looked at the sky outside through the open window.

It takes an hour to turn a trace of spiritual energy into pure energy through the operation of Zhou Tian, such a speed is really frustrating for him, and a big Zhou Tian is already the limit of the body's bearing, and if you want to absorb a trace of spiritual energy into the body, there will be tearing pain in the meridians. The pain can be beared, but if the meridians are broken, will it cut off the path of cultivation?

Now that he has just touched the threshold of cultivation, Ye Bufan really doesn't dare to take such a big risk.

Rubbing the calluses on his hands vigorously and spitting out the stuffiness in his chest, Ye Bufan wiped the slimy sweat on his face with some fishy smell, and when his palm touched the two bulging scars on his face, his teeth clenched, and a ruthless look appeared in his eyes.

Silently got up and walked into the small patio in the yard, fetched water from the canal well to scrub the sweat off his body, and after cleaning up his body, Ye Bufan returned to the main room, lifted the cover on the bed, and a shallow hole had been dug in the middle of the wooden bed.

The spirit stone was lying in the palm of his hand smooth and warm, Ye Bufan closed his eyes and concentrated on perceiving it with his mind, and there was a hot touch between his eyebrows, and he could faintly feel that the condensed aura of heaven and earth was isolated and churning in the spirit stone, but there was no way to extract it for his own use.

I don't know how many times I have held the spirit stone in the palm of my hand, Ye Bufan still has no clue when he looks left and right, sighs again, and carefully puts the spirit stone back into the oilcloth bag.

The three blood chalcedony are still so fiery and dazzling, Ye Bufan glanced at it, and did not reach out to touch it, these blood chalcedony did not have a trace of energy fluctuation under the perception of consciousness, it seemed that it should be a precious material for refining magic weapons, but now it is the most useless thing.

As for the round bead that was as black as ink.

He subconsciously touched between his eyebrows.

Using the technique of inner vision in the "Three Qing Jue", you can see the wisp of phosphorus and phosphorus green fire between the eyebrows, which is so quietly suspended in the void of consciousness, unshaken, like a dead thing.

The strange scene in the sea of fire is vivid every day, three months ago, he had a headache, and his body absorbed the first trace of heaven and earth's aura on its own, Ye Bufan pondered for a long time before figuring out some doorways.

The black bead should be a strange treasure that can host the soul, this wisp of green fire is the essence of the black bead, just like people have three souls and seven spirits, this wisp of green fire is the three souls and seven spirits of the black bead.

If a person loses three souls, he will die. Now the green fire was in the center of his eyebrows, and the black beads shattered into powder.

Ye Bufan could only be sure that this wisp of green fire was an even more bizarre and extraordinary thing, and his ability to suddenly absorb the aura of heaven and earth should be its effect. As for why it stopped motionless between its eyebrows now, Ye Bufan still didn't know why.

Put away the oilcloth bag and put it back in the shallow hole in the middle of the wooden bed, tidy up the cover, and pull out the rusty short sword from under the wooden pillow at the head of the bed, Ye Bufan came to the small courtyard and looked at the short sword in his hand again in the sun.

The handle of the sword had been thickly wrapped with several layers of coarse cloth, because this strange short sword had no sword protection, and the coarse cloth wrapped part of the back of the sword, and now it was just right to hold it in the hand. The blade of the sword was still covered with dark green rust spots, and the scarlet tip of the sword became more and more dazzling in the sunlight.

At first, he only lightly pierced his fingertips, but now that he looks at the tip of this short sword, it seems that he has absorbed enough blood, and the strange place is more than that, Ye Bufan shook his head helplessly and looked at the stone platform of the canal, a piece of green granite stone has been worn by half.

No matter how much I grinded, the rust spots on the sword didn't fall off a single bit of green dust.

The blade of the sword was blunt and still couldn't even split a piece of wood, but the scarlet tip of the sword was getting sharper and sharper, Ye Bufan squatted down and carried the short sword upside down and gently stabbed it towards the stone platform of the canal, like a thin iron chisel stabbed into the tender tofu block, and the scarlet sword tip of the inch length completely pierced into the hard green rock silently.

Ye Bufan pulled out the short sword and stood up straight, holding his breath intently, and after turning his body a little, the short sword held in his right hand pulled out a scarlet bright line in the sunlight and stabbed straight in front of him.

Obviously feeling that the speed of this stab was much faster than yesterday, Ye Bufan was surprised, after pondering for a while, he calmed down and removed all distracting thoughts in his mind, calmed down his breath, and looked at the dantian with the technique of inner vision.

The bean-sized energy mass glowed with an extremely faint white light, no longer motionless like yesterday, and was slowly rotating from right to left in the dantian.

Ye Bufan retracted his thoughts, and his heart was ecstatic.

The spiritual power finally began to slowly strengthen the body.

"Three Qing Jue" is just an introductory practice for cultivating the truth, a booklet on three pages, one page is a diagram of the Zhou Tian context, one page is the method of pranayama meditation, attracting the aura of heaven and earth into the body, and the last page begins with a clear statement, "Spiritual power operates, gathers the spirit at the beginning, and calms the nerves and strengthens the body." ”

After the surprise, Ye Bufan thought about the rest of the matter, rubbed the calluses on his hands and was a little worried.

Without the cultivation method after the Gathering Spirit Period, I don't know anything about how to use the spiritual power in the dantian, just like a person who is extremely poor and suddenly rich, there is a mountain of gold but he can't spend a penny.

It's not helpful to think too much. After Ye Bufan waved the short sword in his hand vigorously, he reopened his posture and began to stab the short sword in his hand forward again and again.

Light literature and martial arts is the tradition of Zhongzhou Xing, even if an ordinary person can't embark on the road of cultivation, he will learn some martial arts for self-defense and fitness, Ye Bufan also learned some superficial martial arts when he was young, but after all, being poor and rich in martial arts is not just a casual remark, supporting a family is always more important than being strong and brave.

The superficial martial arts were not worth mentioning, and after starting a family, he was thrown behind by him, and now he can't use self-defense, let alone expect to be able to kill, Ye Bufan finally made up his mind, and has been practicing the fighting blow of the short sword forward stab for three months.

Two hours later, Ye Bufan stopped the action of stabbing forward, his arm was so sore and swollen that he couldn't lift up a little strength, so he lay on his back in the patio, recovering his strength while waiting for the sun to set.

The sunlight quietly left the courtyard wall in the west, the back of the stone slab under his body was cold, he took a deep breath, he could feel the moist moisture in his nose, Ye Bufan moved his arm and turned over.

After putting away the short sword and bringing a little loose silver, Ye Bufan locked the façade and went to the food shop not far away that he frequented every day.

It was almost dusk, the pedestrians on the street were sparse, Ye Bufan saw the street patrol Wuhou from a distance, he didn't see the green-skinned scoundrels in these towns, and continued to hide behind a high wall of blue bricks, eating steaming rich cakes without a bite, and staring at the big courtyard across the river with three entrances and three exits.

The courtyard wall is high and wide, the vermilion gate is closed, and on the plaque at the main entrance, the two big characters "Liufu" are glittering and rich.