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The Three Purifications Qi Refining Mantra is the basic method of cultivation, although there are many factions in the world, but this entry rule is the same, only when you truly perceive the scattered vitality of heaven and earth, can you be regarded as officially entering the path of cultivation.

This is Jiang He's thirtieth time reciting the Three Qing Qi Refining Mantra, and it can be said that he is already familiar with it, but he still hasn't sensed a trace of vitality in this heaven and earth.

Wu Xiaobei was lying on his back and supervising him, while answering his questions.

"You have to try to see, not with your eyes, but with your heart, or with your soul. The vitality of this heaven and earth is like floating, slowly floating, and you have to catch him. ”

Jiang He tried again and again, but no matter whether he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, the world was still the same primitive appearance, how could he see something like air? He couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

Wu Xiaobei patted his head and said, "Oh, Jianghe, you are so stupid, look, this... This.. And this. It's all vitality, why can't you see it?"

Jiang He was speechless for a while, feeling the girl jumping on his back, and couldn't help but think: "You have obviously recovered, and you still want me to carry it." But he didn't say this, Wu Xiaobei was very light, and he was not tired on his back, on the contrary, he felt that carrying Wu Xiaobei on his back could feel more stable in his heart, and his body could gradually gush out an inexplicable power.

Loneliness is terrible, if there is no Jiang Xiaobei, Jiang He may not be able to walk out of the labyrinthine mountain at all, because the repetition of scenes day after day always makes people despair, it will be a terrible emotion.

And the same is true for Wu Xiaobei.

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They finally left Qinshan without encountering the pursuers on the way. It was still all the way to the west, but the river did not choose to take the trade route, it was too dangerous and too easy to be pursued, and the escape was always secretive.

Wu Xiaobei gently patted Jiang He's head and hummed a tuneless tune.

The little yellow dog barked in the arms of the river, like a chorus.

The river has a black line.

Seven days have passed, the fear of being dominated by death and the pain of the death of relatives seem to have faded a lot, Wu Xiaobei's face has a faint smile again, but Jiang He knows that in fact, there is no inexplicable love in this world, and there is no hatred for no reason, Wu Xiaobei just hid her hatred and longing in the bottom of her heart, and did not want to be seen by Jiang He, and her sad emotions were not conducive to the way of escape.

In addition to guiding Jiang He on weekdays, she spends most of her time lying on Jiang He's back and closing her eyes to practice. Jiang He can detect the resoluteness in the girl's heart and a hidden hatred.

At dusk, Wu Xiaobei finally got off the back of the river, and now the hunting is handed over to Wu Xiaobei, compared to the river to work hard and get soaked to fork a fish, Wu Xiaobei can often catch a hare or pheasant with a stone, which is too easy and simple in comparison.

A skinny pheasant was roasting on the fire, and Jiang He knew that this must be another "old and decrepit" product.

Sure enough, two of Jianghe's front teeth were about to be torn off by this pheasant.

"Wu Xiaobei, can't you beat a young one to eat!" Jiang He gritted his teeth and grabbed half a pheasant and glared at Wu Xiaobei, and the little yellow dog echoed, as if he agreed with Jiang He's words very much, but also took pity on its baby teeth that had not yet opened.

"Wow, you don't see how cute the mother bird and those little birds are, what will happen to the birds if I kill their mother. Wu Xiaobei looked at Jiang He innocently, and then used the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to divide the pheasant meat in his hand into a trace of shredded meat and a smooth skeleton, which was a manifestation of the girl's extremely fine control of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

"Big birds and small birds eat together. Jiang He finally gave up on such a topic because it had been repeated too many times these days.

Wu Xiaobei looked at him, and then asked kindly, "I'll help you cut it?"

"No!"

Jiang He tore the meat from the bones with all his might, then threw it into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks and chewing hard, watching the momentum to chew and swallow the bones.

After eating, Jiang He was busy collecting firewood and grass, and asked Wu Xiaobei to help cut down trees and build sheds, and Wu Xiaobei was only responsible for cutting off the trunk with a palm attached to Zhenyuan, and Jiang He did the rest. A simple grass hut was built before dark, and the humidity of the ground in summer was too heavy, and the rivers generally built the shed between the trees, and at the same time to prevent some jackals and beasts.

Of course, this grass shed is also prepared for Wu Xiaobei, Jiang He is not so extravagant, he usually sleeps with two or three sticks and dry firewood and grass, the first time she built this kind of trunk shed for Wu Xiaobei, she always said that she was uneven when she fell asleep, so Jiang He was all over the mountains to find dry firewood and grass for her, and even spread pheasant feathers on her, so she finally didn't come to continue to torture herself.

"Jianghe, this rabbit skin stinks, you can help me find a way to get it." ”

"If you plug your nose, it won't stink. ”

"You die. ”

Jiang He saw that Wu Xiaobei had already gone into the shack to rest, so he filled the fire with a few large pieces of firewood, and then climbed the tree himself. Jianghe also has a "homemade quilt", which is sewn with Wu Xiaobei's leftover rabbit skin and pheasant feathers.

Jiang He lay on the tree stand, silently reciting the Three Qing Qi Refining Mantra in his heart, over and over again.

When he closed his eyes, he couldn't actually "see" anything, he could only vaguely see a layer of mist, blocking his surroundings, there was no so-called air mass, let alone floating like floating.

Jiang He knew that not everyone could perceive the vitality of heaven and earth, and not everyone was related to cultivation, and his age was already too old for cultivation.

The monks of the southern kingdom began their monasticism at the age of fourteen, and even the prodigies were already the best of the monastic at the age of twelve.

"Jiang He, are you asleep?" Wu Xiaobei seemed to be unable to sleep, and asked softly.

"Nope. ”

"How far are we to get to Kyoto? ”

Jiang He looked at the sparse moonlight in the canopy of the trees above his head and the stars in the sky, and replied, "It's soon, maybe ten days, maybe half a month." ”

"Oh. ”

Jiang He turned over, the trees creaked, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny when he looked at the tree shed that looked like a chicken coop.

"Rivers. Sing me a song. Wu Xiaobei said to Jiang He.

"Don't sing. ”

"Then tell me a story. ”

"No, it won't. ”

Jiang He closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra, his heart was quiet, the faint starlight was sprinkled among the trees, and the fire burned quietly, occasionally making a "crackling" sound.

"Sing me a song, just the one you sang to me that day, Southern girl. The one that sounds a little ugly. ”

Jiang He was speechless, "It's hard to hear you." ”

"Sing, sing. ”

"Don't sing. ”

"Hmph. Wu Xiaobei snorted softly, extremely dissatisfied.

There was no sound for a long time, only the quiet evening breeze in the forest, and the two of them seemed to be asleep.

Jiang He opened his eyes, and he had already recited the Sanqing Qi Refining Mantra twenty-five times silently, but there was still nothing except the starlight and leaves above his head. After a long time, Jiang He finally gave up.

He closed his eyes and began to hum softly.

"In the northern village, there lives a southern girl. ”

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The corners of Wu Xiaobei's mouth raised slightly, raised his hand and quietly wiped the tears on his face, and laughed silently.

The moonlight fell through the leaves and fell on this grove, and Jiang He raised his head with his arms to look at the sparse moonlight and the occasional leaking stars, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep, and a quiet mountain breeze blew.

The face that blows through the river, the branches in the forest, and the heart of a young girl.