The changes in the minds of Yue and Mo and Mao Yiqing's good intentions, Wei Zhen did not know. At the moment when Mao Yiqing pointed out, he felt a sudden surge of strange force in the palm of his left hand, the palm was sour at first, and suddenly the itching gradually rose, if there was a worm in the body, slowly rushing inward along the left arm, this itching sensation spread to the whole body in an instant, and this process lasted about ten minutes.

He carefully followed Mao Yiqing's teachings, kept his mind tightly, and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest. But as this strange force continued to deepen in the body, the previous itching sensation turned into a heart-piercing pain. This pain starts from the palm of the left hand, and everywhere the strange force passes, there is pain everywhere, as if someone is holding a thin silk tap, penetrating through the palm of his hand, and extending along the meridians to the palm, arm, and left shoulder.

Wei Zhen's little face was distorted and deformed in an instant, cold sweat was like a cloud, the roots of his teeth were bitten, and his green tendons appeared. When the pain reached its extreme, he couldn't help but want to open his eyes and bounce off the ground and exhale in pain. But an old face that seemed to be always unwashed appeared, as if in front of him, and as if standing in his heart, staring at him, and a kind smile flashed in the depths of his cloudy eyes.

"Old man Wei, don't laugh at me, I'm really in pain, master!" Wei Zhen said to that face, revealing a child's strong attachment to his loved ones.

For a moment, he seemed to be back in a shabby house in Wild Dog Town, with no decent furniture, only an old bed that squeaked at the slightest flicker, and a pile of hollow torn quilts.

At this moment, Wei Zhen seemed to have forgotten the heart-wrenching pain, and his little heart was rarely calmed down, remembering his two little playmates Zhao Houde and Du Suo, as well as Du Locksmith and Zhao Langzhong.

"I wonder what they're doing now?" a sudden curiosity rose in his mind, and the unspeakable pain in his body seemed to be a little farther away from him.

In the eyes of Shopkeeper Yue, Wei Zhen's expression was stable at this time. Before a stick of incense, Wei Zhen still seemed to be about to rise off the ground, he almost couldn't help but make a move, he didn't want to see that kind of tragic ending appear with his own eyes.

The middle-aged man surnamed Mo sat still, his face expressionless, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

None of them knew what really stabilized Wei Zhen's state. After all, Wei Zhen is only a nine-year-old child, and when facing the most difficult and helpless situation, he naturally thought of the old man Wei who got along day and night, and his duckweed-like mind had a firm sustenance.

Time passed slowly, Wei Zhen's mind gradually fell between drifting and quiet, if the pain caused by the spirit became intermittent, and in a trance he entered that empty world again, there was no sky, no earth, no living creatures in sight, and there was an endless mist as far as the eye could see.

He was overjoyed, didn't think much about it, and followed his vague memory and walked quickly in one direction.

I don't know how long I walked, the phantom shadow of the tree in my impression and the mysterious figure under the tree never appeared, and a sense of tiredness gradually spread in my heart, Wei Zhen felt a little tired, and thought about falling asleep.

"Ding!-"

A crisp sound like a bell ringing in his mind made Wei Zhen's drowsy mind wake up a little, but with waking came boundless pain.

"By the way, I'm doing a spiritual channel!" The moment he felt the pain in his body, he realized what was happening to him.

It turned out that at this critical moment, Mao Yiqing found that Wei Zhen's situation was not right, and used sound into his brain to wake Wei Zhen up from that dangerous state, if he was allowed to sleep, he was afraid that he would not wake up.

"Hold your mind!" Mao Yiqing's majestic and concerned voice sounded again.

Wei Zhen finally woke up.

"If I can't even withstand this first test, how can I become a true spiritual cultivator? How can I see Old Man Wei again? I am even more ashamed of my expectations of Uncle Yue and Master!"

As soon as this thought grew, it was like an irrepressible madness like a summer weed, and at the same moment as the heart-piercing pain, it began to stimulate Wei Zhen's mind wildly.

He didn't know that if Mao Yiqing only chose to help him open an ordinary auxiliary vein, the pain he would endure would not reach such an extent, and the starting point of his spiritual path would be no different from that of an ordinary disciple. He didn't know that if Old Man Wei hadn't let him practice the "Gu Yi Heart Method" since he was a child, making it easier for his physique to adapt to the spiritual power entering his body than ordinary people, the degree of this pain might have increased by one or two times.

But none of this mattered at the moment, and there was only a mad cry left in his mind.

"I'm going to be a devotional!"

About two hours passed, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on Mao Yiqing's forehead, obviously at the most critical time.

"Senior Brother Yue, Senior Brother Mo, please help me!" Mao Yiqing's slightly tired voice came from within the formation.

As his words sounded, the formation opened on its own, and the shopkeeper Yue had already prepared, and his right hand quickly pressed on the opponent's right back, and the spiritual power of the whole body was drummed, and it was poured into Mao Yiqing's body without hesitation.

The man surnamed Mo got up at the same time and pressed his left hand on Mao Yiqing's left back.

With the help of the spiritual power of the two of them, Mao Yiqing suddenly felt the pressure reduced, and continued to patiently control his spiritual power and slowly approached Wei Zhen's sea of qi.

Wei Zhen only felt that he was about to faint at this time, and he could clearly perceive that a spiritual power was swimming near his lower abdomen, but almost every small inch of advancement, the pain would increase a little.

At the moment when he thought he was about to collapse because he couldn't bear it, his whole body suddenly loosened, as if a closed place in his body suddenly became unobstructed, and the bone-eating pain disappeared.

"Are you alright?"

These were the last three words that flashed through his consciousness, and then his eyes went black and he fainted.

When Wei Zhen woke up again, he found himself lying on a neat and plain little bed, the room was filled with a faint fragrance, and the warm sunlight fell through the crack in the window, where a vase was placed, and in the vase was a bouquet of wild plum blossoms dripping with dewdrops. A brightly colored white paper painting hangs quietly aside, showing a middle-aged man walking slowly through the grass with a little girl with pigtails on her head.

This was not the wing room he was able to settle in after entering the Maoshan Sect.

Footsteps rang out from the doorway, and someone walked in.

"You're awake. ”

A somewhat familiar voice came, Wei Zhen looked up, and Master Mao Yiqing was looking at him with a smile.

"You have been asleep for a whole day and a night, Senior Brother Yue saw that you were fine, and rushed back to Jiaozi City early this morning. Mao Yiqing said casually.

Wei Zhen knelt up from the bed and bowed, "Disciple, thank you Master for your success!"

Smiling slightly, Mao Yiqing patted his head and said happily: "At a young age, I have learned to be polite." ”

He stretched out his left hand from behind his back and took out an iron cage, in which was a monster that looked like a pig but not a pig, a mouse and not a mouse, and was looking at Wei Zhen and screaming.

Wei Zhen looked intently and saw that it was the monster "Little Heihei" who had crept into his room on his own that night at the inn—this was the name he had given to the nameless monster at random. Since entering the Maoshan Sect, Xiao Hei Hei has slipped away to play alone, and he doesn't care very much.

"Where did you get this little thing?" Mao Yiqing placed the iron cage at the head of the bed.

Wei Zhen remembered what happened that night, scratched his hair embarrassedly, and recounted the experience that happened in the Pingyang Inn in detail.

"If the teacher didn't guess wrong, this should be a juvenile spirit beast that feeds on spirit stones, and I don't know the specifics. It's just that this little thing is not easy to raise, you have to turn it off, and it has caused a lot of trouble in the past two days. Mao Yiqing said.

As soon as Wei Zhen heard the words "right and wrong", he knew that Xiao Hei Hei must have gone to steal the spirit stone again, and immediately danced his fist at Xiao Hei Hei, who was pretending to be pitiful.

"Master, is it okay for it to eat something else?" Wei Zhen asked, if Xiao Hei Hei decided to only eat spirit stones, it would make him worried, and this kind of spirit beast-like sect would not be able to raise it.

"You can try, but you'll have to starve it for a few days. Mao Yiqing thought for a while and replied, and got down to business. "Wei Zhen, from today onwards, you can be regarded as officially stepping into the path of spiritual cultivation. How to exhale spiritual energy and transform spiritual power, your Uncle Mo has always been responsible for teaching in the sect. ”

He paused, and his voice turned low, "As for the study of the Fu Array, although it is no longer out of date, you are a disciple of the Maoshan Sect after all, so you will learn from the teacher in the future." ”

After saying this, Mao Yiqing turned around and left.

Wei Zhen looked out the window, thinking that he had finally become a spiritual cultivator as he wished, and his heart was excited and happy, and then he thought of Old Man Wei again, and said in his heart: "If Old Man Wei knows, most of them will be happy for me." ”

What he didn't know was that Old Man Wei had always wanted him to become a spiritual cultivator, let alone become an official disciple of the Maoshan Sect or the Qishan Sect.

But his fortunes changed in this direction. In fact, who can tell and see clearly about fate?

In the open space outside the main hall, in the sunny and clear wind, more than 20 people were concentrating on meditating on their knees, and under them, a large rune array was running, and the light of the rune array was circulating, bringing a trace of aura from the surrounding sky to gather here.

This is like a runic array that condenses the aura of heaven and earth.

As soon as Wei Zhen walked out of the main hall, he was called over by Uncle Mo.

"Wei Zhen, you have just entered the master's sect, don't be in a hurry to cultivate. This is the basic method of spiritual cultivation, you should read it several times first, and if there is anything you don't understand, ask you Senior Brother Huang Long. Uncle Mo handed out two thin books, and pointed to a fat strong man who was the leader of the meditation crowd.

Wei Zhen took it seriously and said respectfully: "Thank you, uncle." ”

When Uncle Mo turned to leave, he looked down and saw that one of the two books in his hand was called "Na Ling Jue", and the other was "The First Essentials of Mental Power".