When the page turned to June, it had been a long time since he woke up, and it had been nearly three months since he planted the Yuan Spirit Root and obtained the Spirit Liquid.

In March, the Taoist temple was still the same Taoist temple, but the original Taoist Chen was changed from the inside out.

"Spring and summer alternate, and the season really has to heat up."

The summer solstice is in late June, when the rain is abundant, and the backyard pond can hold a lot of water for the next few months.

Today, there are many clouds, layered in the sky to cover the shadows, Chen Yu is cool and breezy, lying on the rocks on the side of the mountain, breathing according to the rhythm, closing his eyes and resting.

So far, many martial arts in Yunhe Gong can barely be regarded as proficient, and only footwork and this breathing kung fu he has a lot of experience.

The Huling Strengthening Technique was also obtained from it, and it has been perfected step by step so far.

Martial arts training is a long-term thing, year after year, there is no time to relax, but he is not, there are Qi seeds gathered in the five internal organs, which is enough to make him in the tempering all the time, and the effect is outstanding at the same time, there are no tears in the muscles, damage to the organs and other consequences.

Qi is gentle, at least when it is not actively guided into the acupuncture points.

Exhale, inhale......

On the mountain, Chen Yu spit out a faint white breath between his mouth and nose, sometimes short, sometimes exhaling.

Exhalation is longer than inhalation.

The body is lazy, lying on his back at will, but he is greedy for half a day of leisure to improve the method of calling the spirit.

At a certain moment, he snorted, coughed violently twice, and then sat up halfway, stroked his chest and hammered it a few times before he recovered.

His face was flushed, obviously he couldn't grasp the rhythm for a while and was choked.

The liver organ is transformed, and the spiritual fluid absorption no longer needs the assistance of the Huling Body Strengthening Technique, and for a while he really can't find the direction to improve, the part of the body strengthening is okay, with the Yuan Blood Foundation, so as not to lose its effect, but Huling is indeed not very useful.

Finally, he thought of an idea he had not long ago, and he started with his breath and tried to make a change.

Breathing is related to the internal organs, especially the exhalation, and there are many exhalation methods in the Dao, all of which have been inherited.

In general, the art of breathing is inseparable from the six characters of shhh

The six characters are not separate, but have specific movements to match, and each of them can almost be regarded as a simple and simple breathing technique. In contrast, the sect has a deeper inheritance and more content.

In the Dao Gate of this world, the breath and breath originated thousands of years ago when the Dao Gate was just emerging, and it was originally only used for health preservation.

Passed down by word of mouth, not written, and later some people found that there were too many errors and omissions, so now the more widely spread methods such as heel breathing, qi collection, external qi and so on are derived from the ancient breathing technique.

Contemporary formulas have different names, but their content is generally similar, and they all believe that the human breath should not only rely on the mouth and nose, but also need to open the joints of the whole body, so as to accommodate nature, realize the avenue, and reach the state of inhaling from the body.

Also known as internal breathing.

Interestingly, Chen Yu's fetal breath is produced after internal breathing in the records of the Daomen, and it is rumored to be the origin of the human body's qi.

But his fetal breath is obviously different from it, and he can't tell the connection between the two, let alone conclude that what the Taoist scriptures say is false. As far as he was concerned, it was just a name that he used to see after seeing it, and had no other ideas.

At this moment, Chen Yu was reflecting, finding out the previous mistakes, and after finding a solution, he began to debug again.

Simply increasing, decreasing, and changing the breathing rhythm was not what he wanted, and Chen Yu wanted to drive Qi like a divine summoning technique to drive spiritual power.

Because Qi is too difficult to control, the reason why it seems easier than before now is that the spiritual power in the Mud Pill Palace has been continuously refined, and it has become condensed over time, which can barely lead Qi into the acupoint.

However, even so, each wisp of Qi needs to consume a lot of mental energy, and the investment is too large, time-consuming and labor-intensive.

However, Yuan Blood is indeed a good thing, he can't stop, and after thinking about it, he can only use off-the-plate tricks to make a method that can control Qi.

It was at this time that the breathing technique came into his eyes.

In addition, reading the Taoist scriptures in the pavilion below the mountain also saw a lot of ordinary breathing methods, most of which were created by some mountain and wild people, and were not recognized by the Taoist sect.

This is normal, most of the things created by the scattered people do not conform to the scriptures and Taoism, so they are placed in the category of miscellaneous books for others to read at will, and the Taoist scriptures that are really considered to be mysterious have long been hidden in the depths.

However, the improvement of breathing cannot be achieved overnight.

Failure after failure made him never be able to find the real method of manipulating Qi, and in the process, all the breathing and breathing methods he had seen were also used, including the Qi collection technique of the Hesha Sect, but they were all useless.

In the blink of an eye, the morning passed. Still nothing. Chen Yu stopped, relieved himself, got up after exhaling turbidity, patted the hem of his shirt and walked towards the Taoist temple.

In the afternoon, I had to go to the fields to weed, and then I had to fetch water for watering.

Spring millet is watered once a month, and the water is not much, which is more expensive than the medicinal field vegetable garden. He used to draw water from the stone well, but now that he has a pool, he can take it a little more gently in the future.

Phew!

In the sky, a loud cry rang out.

Chen Yu raised his head, raised his hand and half-covered his eyebrows, and looked into the distance under the clouds on the other side of the mountain.

A pitch-black goshawk fluttered its wings and soared, and its claws seemed to be holding something, which should be a wild thing in the mountains that had been hunted.

After two glances, he withdrew his gaze, and thought for a moment on his face, thinking that maybe he should build a roof for the chicken shed, and that simple bamboo fence could not stop the black eagle's claws.

It's easy, you don't have to work hard, just get some dry grass and weave it into a stack and cover it.

"There are so many beasts in the mountains."

Not long ago, I saw a series of huge footprints, and now I saw a goshawk with wings five feet away, if I didn't take good care of the chickens, I guess I would have fed them all the beasts before I could eat them.

Lunch was simple, there were not many wild boar, he blanched some of the leftover wild vegetables he picked yesterday, and then made it casually, ordered two drops of hot sauce, and made do with two bowls of rice.

Before weeding and fetching water, he first put away the bracken that was drying on the dustpan, these are dry rhizomes, which will be very chewy when eaten.

The clouds were thick, the sky was getting darker, and it was uncertain when it would rain, so I put it away and waited for it to clear before continuing to dry.

Yesterday it was a sunny day, today it is like this, and the June day is really capricious.

Chen Yu walked out of the courtyard gate with the two old objects, a hoe and a soil pocket, and stopped at the peach tree for a while.

Counting the next six, there are now a total of seven peach trees that have been put into the spirit, but perhaps because there is too much time, the rest are not in a state of apparentness, and the petals of the first one to change in June do not become dull like the other peach trees, but become more delicate and coveted.

I picked a petal and ate it, and it still tasted familiar. His eyes blinked, but he didn't cry bitterly, and he was about to get used to it after several times.