Warm sunlight filters through the cracks in the windows, and tiny frecks of light dot the neat room.

In the bamboo building, Zhao Qinhe sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes closed, his hands clasped, and he made a strange gesture in front of him, his eyes closed, and his breathing was steady and powerful.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and between his breaths, there was a great sense of rhythm, and as his cultivation progressed, a faint airflow gradually emanated from his brown skin, which was slightly turbid gray, slowly climbing, and finally dissipated into the air along the top of his head.

The turbidity was discharged, and Zhao Qinhe's brown and yellow skin seemed to be suddenly emitting a luster like warm jade.

As time passed, the exercises ran faster and faster, and the true qi in his body became more and more vigorous, and more and more true qi was compressed in the dantian, making his dantian qi sea position swell for a while, and there was a faint tingling pain, which was a sign that the dantian's bearing capacity was about to reach its limit.

Feeling the faint tingling, Zhao Qinhe did not stop there, his eyes were still closed, the gestures of his fingertips, not moving at all, concentrating on his qi, maintaining the best state of cultivation, and continuing to run this exercise continuously, condensing his true qi.

The tingling sensation became more and more intense as he ran the exercises.

After a while, Zhao Qinhe only felt a sharp pain coming from the dantian as if his muscles and skin were torn, but his body was unable to move because of the operation of the exercises, and he couldn't even shout out, so he could only bear this pain stubbornly, as if he had been tortured over and over again in the eighteenth layer of hell.

Zhao Qinhe endured this intense pain, and used his heart for two purposes, while constantly running this internal strength to strengthen the true qi in his body, he also continued to compress the true qi of the dantian, turning it into a drop of yuan liquid.

I don't know how long it took, until Zhao Qinhe felt that his dantian seemed to be about to explode, he stopped the operation of the exercises, and at this time, the yuan liquid contained in his dantian had changed from one drop at the beginning to more than ten drops.

It's time!

As if sensing some opportunity, Zhao Qinhe's eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a while, his dark eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of white flashed in the black pupils.

He hurriedly mobilized the dozen drops of Yuan Liquid in the dantian, so that it continued to run in his body along the route of internal power, and the Yuan Liquid ran faster and faster, more and more intense, until the limit of his mind could control, the surging Yuan Liquid was like water breaking through the embankment, and it rushed towards the Chong Pulse in the eight veins of the Qi Meridian.

The surging liquid surged through the narrow meridians, and there was a pain as if the muscles were torn.

He was forcibly attacking the Pulse Realm.

If an ordinary person wants to break through to the realm of the meridians, they must spend a period of time to warm up the meridians in the body, so that the toughness of the meridians will continue to strengthen, and they will continue to expand until they can fully withstand the influx of the Yuan Liquid.

However, Zhao Qinhe's breakthrough method this time was a bit violent and reluctant, he planned to use the amount of Yuan Liquid to force the pulse through, so that although it skipped the time required to warm and nourish the meridians, it greatly shortened the time of the breakthrough, but also made it suffer even more.

As if the pain of cramping and peeling kept appearing on his limbs, just when Zhao Qinhe couldn't bear it anymore and his eyes were black, the dantian was warm, and the yuan liquid filled in the pulse naturally gushed out, and the hundred rivers flowed back into the dantian, and then returned to the whole body according to the running route of the exercises, leaving only a shallow layer of warmth in the dantian.

The warmth suddenly appeared, and it instantly spread from the dantian to all parts of the body. The pain that had spread all over the limbs disappeared in an instant, completely replaced by the warm and comfortable feeling.

After a long time, the warmth dissipated, but that feeling still remained in Zhao Qinhe's heart, making him unforgettable for a long time.

With a long sigh of relief, Zhao Qinhe blinked his eyes brightly, then stood up suddenly, stretched lazily, felt the surging true qi in his body that seemed to be different from the past, and muttered to himself in some intoxication: "Is this the realm of the Tongmai realm, the whole person seems to be reborn, it's really wonderful..."

His eyes as bright as the stars swirled around in the bamboo building, and he felt that his ears and eyes were instantly bright, not only his eyesight, but also his sense of hearing and smell were greatly enhanced.

"However, this way of forcibly breaking through the veins is too dangerous, if I don't practice the Yijin Sutra but other exercises, it is very likely that the dantian will be broken and the meridians will be destroyed by now, and I must not take such risks in the future. ”

Zhao Qinhe felt the faintly swollen and stinging dantian and the tendons and veins all over his body, he knew that this was the sequelae caused by his forcible penetration of the Chong Pulse and the impact of the Tong Pulse Realm, but fortunately, they were only minor injuries and could be recovered quickly. But even so, he was still afraid for a while, and secretly warned in his heart.

He walked over to the window and opened it to let the air circulate.

As soon as the window was opened, a cool breeze blew into the bamboo building.

The breeze turned, and some of the ornaments in the bamboo building were swayed from side to side by the wind.

On the desk, a piece of letter paper was blown fluttering, but fortunately it was pressed by a paperweight, otherwise it would have been flying in the air under the blowing of this breeze.

Seeing the letterhead, Zhao Qinhe walked over and held it in his hand, and there was an envelope pressed next to the letterhead.

The envelope was the one he had gotten in the Miscellaneous Hall, but now that the paint had been peeled off from the seal, it was clear that the paper had been taken from it.

"Go to Qinghezhuang to exterminate the mountain bandits and protect the local autumn crops? This task is really simple, it seems that the old man's words still count. ”

There were only a few lines of chatting on the letterhead, and it was the content of the task he was going to complete this time.

Zhao Qinhe looked at the words on the letter paper with a relaxed face.

"Very good, I'm still worried that I won't have a chance to leave this Zhao family, I didn't expect to receive the task of going out, which can be regarded as someone sent a pillow just when I wanted to fall asleep, and the timing was just right. ”

For the ordinary children of the Zhao family, this Zhao family is equivalent to their 'safe haven', they don't have to worry about the vendetta of the rivers and lakes, they just need to cultivate with peace of mind. But for the current Zhao Qinhe, this is not the case, since he mastered the fragment of the main god and opened up the reincarnation hall, this Zhao family is his fence and his bondage.

What he needs now is not a 'safe haven' to cultivate with peace of mind, what he needs is a vast sky that he can roam freely with him.

To put it bluntly, the Zhao family is too small to tolerate him, a giant dragon who will eventually soar through the clouds.

His departure was inevitable, and now that there was an opportunity to leave openly, how could he not be happy.