Long Xing looked at the freshly cleaned tea girl in his new courtyard. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, Qing Ming had already instructed him that this girl might be an important clue to the missing person case in Liujia Village, so that Long Xing would pay attention to protecting her safety for the next step.

Over there, Qingji was clamoring to sleep in the same room with his nephew, even if he slept on the ground, he was willing.

couldn't resist him, so Qing Ming had no choice but to meditate with Qing Ji in the practice room behind the palace study. Speaking of which, these days, Qing Ming often goes out at night or at night, and he is really lazy about his luck in meditating late at night.

For people who practice soul alchemy, meditating at night is lucky, and the next day is more energetic, but simple and direct sleep is not useless, especially in the case of physical illness or physical damage, sleep can give the body material repair, and meditation luck is more effective for the stable replenishment of soul energy, and the two complement each other.

The practice room is reached through a corridor at the back door of the study, and is a cool stone room, a circular building made of bluestone, with a round top that looks like a Byzantine architectural form, conveying a sense of religious seriousness.

Qingji has practiced soul alchemy in Jucai Hall, but his qualifications are too lacking, and he can barely pass the test by practicing martial arts, but because the soul energy is always insufficient, Yuancong can't understand the essentials, and he can't do it at all, Master Zhong Quanzun opened a small stove for him alone to teach soul splitting, but he couldn't even achieve the purpose of dividing a small caterpillar into two, and the two little caterpillars that came out of it either had no head or no tail, compared to Qingji's soul refining, Yun Wei's clumsy performance at the exit ceremony was simply brilliant.

However, no matter how poor the qualifications are, Qingji is also the youngest son of the former Bronze King, and he has been with his father since he was a child, and he has been practicing continuously in Jucai Hall for many years.

The floor, walls, and dome of the rotunda are all made of bronze, with square bronze plates almost seamlessly overlapping, and walls made of thin strips of bronze slats spliced together to form an arc, and the roof is a monolithically forged bronze heterosexual structure.

It can be seen that the bronze material here is old, well-refined, sitting on it, it is very cool, and a quiet metallic aroma comes indescribably.

Qing Ming and Qing Ji each chose a position to sit cross-legged.

After the pranayama luck stabilized, Qing Ji asked a little proudly: "Does the little nephew know how this practice room came about? Although you are the reincarnation of the Bronze King's soul, but looking at your posture, it seems that there is nothing left of your previous memories!"

Qing Ming thought for a moment and replied: "My nephew heard that although the soul energy of our Xuantian Dao can be transferred from the body of a deceased person to a newborn child, generally speaking, memories belong to that life and cannot be transferred, so it is normal for my nephew not to remember, and my uncle made fun of it!"

Qingji shook his head and said, "No! I remember when I was a child, I followed my father all day long, and I heard him say that his soul came from the circulation of more than 20 generations of Bronze Kings, and the first generation of the Bronze King was the Qingtian King, but he obtained the ability given by God in the troubled times, and he was the true son of heaven who was chosen by God to save the people from fire and water! The soul energy of the Bronze King is extremely powerful, so powerful that he can choose the object of soul transfer by himself, and the important memories of the soul can also be selectively passed on!"

Hearing this, Qing Ming recalled his feelings and what he had seen and heard in the dream realm, except for the dream during his intensive cultivation before ascending the throne, there was no trace of the previous Bronze King in his waking memory, he couldn't help but sigh, and sighed: "I don't know if it's because of the impact of the storm of time and space, or if something went wrong, it seems that I, the Bronze King, have greatly reduced my energy!"

When Qing Ji heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and comforted: "Don't be too sad, nephew! Since your father deliberately chose you as his heir when he died, there must be a reason for him! Not long after you came to Xuantian Dao, your uncle saw that you had made a lot of progress! You have a great posture to catch up with me! It shows that your soul energy is the reincarnation of the authentic Bronze King, and it is very powerful! Of course, if you encounter difficulties in practicing and don't understand something, just come and ask your uncle and me!"

The first half of Qing Ji's words is true, Qing Ming has actually surpassed Qing Ji in martial arts and soul refining after a short period of cultivation. It's just that he returned from a foreign land, the time is too short, and he has accumulated energy but can't use it skillfully, so Qingji always secretly feels that he is higher than his nephew, and it is inevitable that he will be a little smug, and his temper as a teacher can't be changed.

Qing Ming smiled and said: "Thank you uncle for your comfort! Nephew explore slowly! I'm afraid that I will disappoint my uncles and uncles, and let down my father and mother!"

Immediately, his face sank, and he said seriously: "What's more, the longer my nephew stays in Xuantian Dao, the more he finds himself in a whirlpool torrent, and not all of them are people who welcome his nephew openly and secretly! The experience of almost dying several times makes my nephew restless! Only by working hard to increase his energy can he save his little life!"

At this time, Qing Ji found that the Yuesheng sword worn by Qing Ming's waist was a little strange, and it faintly began to glow with a faint golden light, and the two gems on the hilt of the sword shone slightly.

This scene reminded him of King Qingyang, when he was a child, he was often brought to this practice room by his father, at that time, there were three gems on the Yuesheng Sword, and when his father meditated like Qing Ming, the gems were shining, and the energy was obviously stronger than Qing Ming's now.

His heart moved, and he said earnestly: "Hmph! Who dares to bully you, uncle, I can't spare him first!"

Qing Ming smiled slightly, thanked him, and then closed his eyes, and after a while, the luck of pranayama gradually improved.

The familiar phantom reappeared, a black shadow behind him, untouchable, invisible, and shadowy. I used to be a little afraid, I don't know if it was friend or foe, but then I found that every time such an illusion appeared, my energy could be enhanced, either because of the highlight of my memory, or because of the progress in my practice, and now I seem to have become friends with this phantom, I haven't seen him for many days, and I miss it very much.

This time, the phantom appeared again, what kind of help could he bring?Qing Ming thought.

Since you can boost your energy, why don't you take this opportunity to meditate on the sixth picture in the Yuesheng Cave!

Qing Ming did not have enough energy to perform the maps of the Bronze King's royal divine skills, but he remembered the memory of the luck maps if he had divine help and meditated.

He began to sort out the complicated luck lines in the sixth picture in his memory, Qing Ming felt that the magic skills of this picture were powerful martial arts, not belonging to soul alchemy, mainly relying on his own internal strength and soul energy cultivation, and did not need soul refining stones.

Of course, Qing Ming still didn't know the effect and mechanism of the soul refining stone, and only knew that it could provide some similar soul energy or catalytic effects.

Immediately thought of Yun Shi and the innocent woman, they were able to break away from the soul refining stone and directly use their own energy to perform soul alchemy, it seems that the boundary between soul alchemy and martial arts internal force may not be so clear!

After a secret analysis, he started his luck from the middle of his body, walking along those chaotic lines, the black shadow seemed to comprehend, and continuously input energy for him in the illusion, and they merged into one, much smoother.

As the line got faster and faster, Qing Ming secretly warned himself, don't rush, slow down, slow down......

I don't know if it's because the energy input by the black shadow is too fast, the speed of their luck is getting smoother and smoother, and as the internal force runs rapidly, it gradually gets out of control, Qing Ming raised his hands in the illusion and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

Before the words fell, Qing Ming heard a loud bang in the illusion, and was instantly awakened, at this time, he found that his real self was doing exactly the same movements as in the illusion, raising his hands high, from his palms, two huge energies erupted out, and rushed straight towards the dome.

Qing Ji hurriedly opened his eyes, stunned by the scene in front of him, Qing Ming on the opposite side was roaring loudly out of control, two golden rays of light rushed straight to the dome, the strength was no less than the rushing waterfall flowing down, only to see that suddenly his nephew's face was dripping with beads of sweat as big as bean grains, trickling down, seeping into the light purple robe fabric, sweat dripping everywhere, and the color of the robe quickly darkened.

Seeing that the energy rushed out, the huge impact force would definitely destroy this practice room, causing the palace fire to be even more uncontrollable, Qing Ji was anxious, but there was nothing to do, so he had to open his mouth wide, give up resistance, and watch two golden rays of light shoot out, waiting for the judgment of fate.

At this time, the golden light quickly reached the surface of the dome, and unexpectedly did not make any explosive sound, but like the warm sound of the spring rain into the earth, those golden lights wrapped in energy, like rain and dew dripping into the soil, spread out, slowly turning, around the bend, and finally all converged towards the depression point in the center of the dome, as if a bottomless pit, the golden light energy that came from it did not refuse, and all of it was absorbed.

Finally, the energy caused by Qing Ming's luck gradually converged, and all the energy condensed in his body gushed out.

The center point of the dome continued to absorb energy, and during the whole process, there was a golden light, and as the energy increased, it became brighter and brighter, until all the energy emitted by Qing Ming was submerged in it, and the center point of the dome was like a platinum star in the dark night, emitting dazzling brilliance.

After the energy was sent, Qing Ming suddenly felt a little depressed on his body, and thought regretfully, it's a pity that he has so much energy, and he wasted the ten years of skill that Master Qinglan had given him!

Because the time was too short, Qing Ming's raised hands didn't have time to put down, only to see the center point of the dome begin to flicker, and suddenly, the same yellow light as the original began to flow back in the opposite direction from just now, converging and emitting from their contact point on the dome, facing Qing Ming's two palms.

The moment the yellow light touched the skin of his palm, his arm automatically maintained a high posture as if it had been sucked by a magnet, allowing the energy to flow back to him.

Almost the same time as the launch, all the energy turned around, and the body immediately returned to calm, except for the dark purple sweat spots on his robe, which were soaked with sweat, and Qingji's mouth that was big enough to swallow a mouse, everything was as usual, there was no trace of loss of control, and there was no abnormal noise.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other, and they could hear each other's heartbeats.

After a long time, Qing Ji opened his mouth and said: "Sure enough, it is the practice room used by the Bronze King, I have always felt that it is redundant to build such a strange bronze house, but now it seems that I know where the mechanism is!"

Qing Ming sighed at the wisdom and skill of the previous Bronze Kings, and at the same time couldn't help but panic, and said: "I can't imagine that I already have such a huge amount of energy in my body, but I have no way to control it at all, how can this be good?

The nephew really came to ask for advice, Qingji was stunned, and he was speechless, and his face turned red.