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Seeing that the five people who were slapped in the face after attempting to find ballast helped each other to leave, and slipped into the stone houses not far away, Wang Dong stood by the bloodstained pond and squinted his eyes slightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

From the mouth of the big young man, I learned that every year when the new male disciples came to this newcomer valley, they would be assigned to the courtyard where the old disciples were.

Then these old disciples who started earlier would use all kinds of banners, find all kinds of excuses, and change the law to embarrass these newcomers, with only one purpose, that is, to make these newcomers unable to live, and force them to ask Fei Bin and Fei to change their residence.

Since it is a begging for someone, it is natural to pay the price of filial piety, and after receiving the benefits, Fei Bin will not only rearrange the residence according to the importance of filial piety, but also give different degrees of care when assigning the entry task the next day.

To put it bluntly, Fei Bin is relying on his status as a steward to collect money by this means, and when he eats meat, the old disciples who came forward to embarrass the newcomers for him can also drink soup.

"A bunch of dog thieves,"

Wang Dong stared at the direction of the steward's room and clenched his fists tightly, he had always thought that since the Qingluo Sect was an immortal cultivation sect, it must be an unearthly and quiet place, but who would have thought that under the glossy surface, there would be such a worldly and such a dirty dark corner.

"Ahem, thanks, thanks. ”

There was a sudden coughing sound behind him, and when Wang Dong turned around, he saw that the thin young man who was rescued by him and Shi Hu was gray-headed, with a blue nose and swollen face, and was about to get up from the ground, but after trying several times, he fell back to his original place, obviously being injured by the group of people.

"Come, hold us both,"

Wang Dong leaned over and took a hand, picked up the young man with Shi Hu, and said with concern: "Brother, what is your name?

"I, my name is Ding Mian, from Bluestone City. ”

The young man wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and after calming down, he broke away from Wang Dong and Shi Hu who were holding him, and after picking up the package and key on the ground with great effort, he limped to the door of the stone house without saying a word......

In the sound of "bang" closing the door, Shi Hu stared at a pair of small eyes, his face was full of incredulity, and he shouted angrily: "Wang Dong, we saved him, why did he ignore him so much?"

Wang Dong shook his head indifferently, and pulled Shi Hu, who had been complaining, back to their stone house.

For him, he made a move based on his own love and hatred, and as for whether the other party appreciated it, he didn't think about it at all, and he didn't expect people to be grateful to Dade.

Looking at Shi Hu, who was lying on the bed opposite and still looking angry, he smiled and explained a few words and didn't bother to pay attention to it, he focused all his energy on the few things he received today.

A set of gray cloth caftan is spread out on the bed, and there is a black circle on the left chest, and there are two words in the circle: name.

Wang Dong smiled, on the way to Qingluo Sect, he and Feng Yang inquired a lot, and knew the meaning of these two words.

Qingluo disciples are divided into three categories: named, outer door, and inner door from low to high.

They correspond to the three realms of forging the body, refining qi, and building the foundation, which can also be said to be the three thresholds.

Further up are the deacons and elders of the Yudan period, as well as the sect master and the four peak masters of the Yuan Infant Stage.

And he is now the lowest little shrimp of the registered disciple, but who said that the shrimp can only gnaw mud for the rest of his life, and his little shrimp will be overturned in the future.

"I promised Zhu Ling that I would definitely lay a good foundation for the forging period, and I would not be busy in the Qi Refining Realm,"

Wang Dong warned himself that he must not break his promise and forget his original intention, and then set his eyes on the two black books decisively.

After a careful look, Wang Dong found that in this boxing book called "Miscellaneous Records of Boxing", although there are four kinds of boxing methods recorded, the first three are small and flexible, which is more suitable for women to practice.

Split Mountain Fist, just listening to the name is mighty and domineering, hey, that's it.

Wang did not refuse, never picked and picked, and raised his hand to pick up another black book: "The Art of Internal Breathing".

After careful study, Wang Dong found that this book mainly talks about: how to guide the inner breath to the dantian, how to strengthen the internal breath, and how to use the internal breath to open up the two veins of Rendu after the conditions are ripe, so that the eight veins of the Qi Jing form a complete Zhoutian cycle.

After that, how to use the internal breath to constantly advocate the dantian, and constantly impact the acupoints around the body, so as to prepare for him to practice qi into the body every day.

Seeing this, Wang couldn't help but think of Zhu Ling, and thought of the figure that lingered in his heart.

Zhu Ling once told him that the eight veins of his body, which had been washed by the essence of the wood spirit, had been opened, and he could cultivate the internal breath at any time according to the first layer of the Supreme Divine Skill's "Inner Breath Rushing Technique".

"Inner breath, inner breath,"

Wang Dong clenched his fists tightly, and couldn't wait to devote himself to cultivation, as long as he cultivated his inner breath, he believed that his strength would definitely take a big step.

But he took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his feverish and restless heart, and looked down patiently.

The last few pages of the book, in addition to listing some of the taboos of practicing Inner Breath, also mentions a low-grade elixir called the Nourishing Pill.

Disciples in the forging stage who have given birth to internal breath can supplement it with an appropriate amount of this nourishing pill when cultivating, which can double the result of the internal breath with half the effort and shorten the time to the qi refining realm.

You must know that although as long as you have a spiritual root, you can cultivate internal breath, how long it can be used to cultivate internal breath varies from person to person, and there are long and short, which is not directly related to the quality of the spiritual root.

Some people can cultivate internal breath in half a year, while some people have just touched the threshold of internal breath after cultivating for five or six years, for example, the steward Fei Bin has cultivated for five years before giving birth to internal breath.

People who have cultivated early will naturally have enough time to impact a higher realm, but an unlucky ghost like Fei Bin who lost at the starting line will fall behind step by step, without the assistance of the Cultivation Pill, and will pull farther and farther, and it is likely that he will be a little disciple of the Qi Refining Realm for the rest of his life.

Wang Dong is naturally not worried that he will lose at the starting line of "internal breath", but he is still determined to win the health pill mentioned in the book.

Moreover, he learned from Feng Yang's mouth that as long as every new disciple could complete the daily sect tasks, he would receive a pill of Nourishing Pill in the evening of that day.

"Hey, Neixi, I'm coming!"

According to the description in the "Inner Breath Rush Technique" in his memory, Wang Dong sat cross-legged on the bed with his heart facing the sky, and silently operated the internal breath method with his eyes closed.

The sign of the first birth of the inner breath is that there is a faint trace of heat flow between the flesh and blood in the body, and these heat currents thinner than a hair will continue to impact the broken pulse between the Ren and Du pulses with the operation of the internal breath technique.

Once the broken veins are opened, this trace of heat will continue to infiltrate into the eight veins of the Qi Jing, and after completing a big week, they will enter the dantian one after another, forming a condensed and undispersed breath, which is the nascent internal breath.

But Wang Dong's legs, who had tasted cultivation for the first time, were numb, and he didn't feel a trace of heat between the flesh and blood all over his body.

Wang Dong didn't think about giving up at all, he rubbed his numb legs, and moved the place after the qi and blood were dredged, and he had to make persistent efforts when he put on a good posture, but at this moment, Shi Hu, who was lying on the opposite bed, said weakly:

"Wang Dong, when will you take me to dinner, I'm dying of hunger. ”

As he spoke, Shi Hu's stomach "gurgling" sounded, as if the five visceral temples had rebelled together.

"Hey, I'm in a hurry,"

Being made such a fuss by Shi Hu, Wang Dong suddenly had a clear mind, knowing that he had drilled the tip of the horns for a while, he touched his deflated belly, jumped from the bed to the ground with his waist straight, waved his hand, and said with a smile:

"Huzi go, take you to the tooth sacrifice ......"