If it is said that the conversion of "Mixed Yuan Qi" to "Seven Xuan Sword Qi" is a change in the structure of mana.

Similar to graphite and diamond, although it is also carbon element, the difference in the arrangement of atoms causes a huge difference in performance properties.

Then the foundation building of the air-entraining realm belongs to the compression and expansion of the mana vortex, similar to the process of expansion and contraction.

The final result is that you will get purer mana, a wider space for sea awareness, a purer divine soul and mental power, and the washing and washing of the entire body, so as to have the healthiest physique, and live to the limit of mortals, one hundred and fifty years old.

Note that being healthy and strong are two different concepts, just as being strong doesn't mean longevity.

Of course, this drastic process of change is also dangerous.

Monks building foundations are equivalent to cliff climbing, and if you don't advance, you will retreat, and basically there will be no second chance.

In other words, when Mo Chengjun ignited the mana vortex in his body, and the invisible flame burned all over the sea of knowledge, he had no way out.

But does he need a way out?

In life, there are always some things that are worth fighting for!

……

At night, the waning moon hangs high.

Tibetan Dharma Building back mountain, Ba Fu, in the courtyard.

I don't know when Baling'er also learned from Mo Chengjun and transplanted a big tree in the courtyard.

A coffee table and a reclining chair are placed under the tree, and they lie on it from time to time.

Or soak up the afternoon sun and fall asleep.

Or at night, stargazing.

It's just that today, Ballinger seems a little abnormal, he sometimes paces back and forth in the courtyard, sometimes sits on a chaise longue and sipps tea, sometimes looks into the distance, sometimes wants to step out of the door, but stops at the door.

The whole person seemed to be immersed in some kind of anxiety and couldn't calm down.

This is also a rare situation for a sword cultivator who has built a foundation realm.

Stomp, stomp!

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and when he turned around, he saw his wife walking slowly.

The years don't seem to have left much trace on her, but her figure has become more and more plump, and she has completed the transformation from a girl to a young woman.

Ballinger asked, "Rui'er slept?" ”

Zhao Rulan's steps were brisk, she walked closer, and said softly: "I'm already asleep!" ”

After a pause, she seemed to want to speak again, but when the words came to her mouth, she hesitated slightly, but swallowed again.

It's just that Baling'er is so keen, he tilted his head slightly, looked at his wife, and said, "Rulan, what do you seem to have to say?" ”

Zhao Rulan: "Nothing! ”

Baling'er waved her hand and said, "Actually, I also know what you think, although Brother Mo is your matchmaker."

But you always think that I think he is too heavy, and it is completely unnecessary.

You don't believe that my brother can break the forty limit and build a foundation?

Yes and no? ”

After all, it is still your pillow person who understands you, and Balinger and Zhao Rulan are indeed in love with each other.

Zhao Rulan never mentioned this matter, but Baling'er already felt it.

Similarly, Ballinger had never explained before, and Zhao Rulan had never asked.

It's just that today, Baling'er always wants to say something: "I know that there are many people in the Tibetan Dharma Building who think he is a lucky person, and they don't say a lot of bad things about him behind his back."

I also know that you have some opinions about me for letting Rui'er recognize him as a godfather.

I also have to admit that when I first intersected with him, I was a little utilitarian and a little inquisitive.

But the more I got in touch with it, the more I got to know it, the more I felt it.

My brother is not an idler!

He just doesn't care about the eyes of the world, doesn't care about the opinions of others, only lives in his own world, sees the ups and downs of the outside world, and has power, fame and fortune as nothing.

But if that's all you think, he's a bully, and that's wrong.

It is a sleeping dragon, and whoever provokes him will have to bear his wrath. ”

Zhao Rulan was also a little stunned, she never thought that Baling'er's evaluation of Mo Chengjun was so high.

Even if Baling'er said it so seriously, she still said in disbelief: "You and I know the same Mo Chengjun?" ”

Baling'er smiled, he suddenly tilted his head and said, "Let's put it this way, if one day I go out on a mission and can't come back, don't go to those friends who call me brothers, let alone visit those uncles and uncles."

It's good to find him as soon as possible. ”

"Looking for him, useful?"

"Rest assured, if I had been alive then, he would have brought me back.

If I die, then he ......"

Speaking of this, Baling'er's eyes seemed to flash some scene again.

It was one day many years ago, when Mo Chengjun was just an outer disciple who had just entered the Tibetan Dharma Building.

On that day, they found a barren mountain, and with a wave of each other's hands, countless fire crows fell from the sky and shook the earth five hundred meters away.

At that time, he only drew the qi of the Triple Heavens.

The ghost sent the gods, Zhao Rulan followed: "Then what will he do?" ”

Ballinger gave her a strange look: "There will be a lot of deaths, and there will be a lot of people who want to bury me!" ”

Zhao Rulan also reacted, and she hurriedly said: "I'm talking nonsense!"

What is not dead, I am also dizzy by you. ”

As she spoke, Zhao Rulan still grabbed Baling'er's ears and said, "What? You just want to leave us alone? ”

Ballinger hurriedly bent over: "It's not a hurry to say this, how can I give up you, and how can I give up my lovely Rui'er." ”

There was a commotion, but it diluted the previous tense atmosphere.

……

At this time, the peak of the four seasons.

If the fairy walked into the bamboo house again, he saw his master sitting behind a round table, his eyes slightly closed, and a flying sword in front of his knees.

There are two new teas on the round table, and the fragrance of tea lingers around.

"Coming?" The Four Seasons Sword Venerable didn't open his eyes, but just said lightly:

"Yes, teacher."

The female sword venerable asked again: "He has already begun to break through the retreat?" ”

"Yes!"

The female sword venerable seemed a little strange, opened her eyes, looked at her apprentice, and asked, "You seem to be a little unhappy?" ”

"No, nothing." Ruoli Fairy immediately retorted:

"I know, he found a lot of people before he broke through, and basically met everyone who was familiar with him.

The only one who didn't come to you? The female sword venerable said with a smile:

Ruoli Fairy was as cold as ever: "Do I need it?" ”

"It doesn't seem like to, but you're just not happy."

"I'm not unhappy!"

"Is your unhappiness written all on your face?"

"Am I wearing a veil? Did you see? ”

Four Seasons Sword Venerable shook his head and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this."

That kid is indeed a genius, don't look at the others, just at this cultivation speed, it's only six or seven years, and it is also very good that he can reach the twelffold perfection of qi induction.

Let's wish him success in building the foundation! ”

"Hehe, whether it succeeds or not, what does it have to do with me?"

"You, you!" The Four Seasons Sword Venerable also shook his head and was speechless:

……

Night, Cloud City, Tea Tree Lane, in the private school.

The old master was still so old, so crumbling, so like he was asleep and couldn't wake up the next day.

But he's been doing it for years, many, many years.

At this time, in the study room covered with sandalwood, he was flipping through a book on a chaise longue.

The books were very new, and they didn't match the old house at all, but the old man read them with relish, as if he was tasting some peerless delicacy.

"The secret of blood exchange lies in washing the marrow!"

This theory has some meaning, but it is not about the blood, but on the organs that produce it.

Bone marrow, bone marrow, marrow, blood is new! ”

"It's such a simple truth, Ning Madman, he actually trapped you all your life, and he didn't understand it until he died.

Haha, it turns out that your kid is also impaired! ”

"Qi, bioelectricity in the human body?"

"Bioelectricity? Bioelectricity! What's the name of this? It's not poetic at all, let alone studied with me for so long. ”

"However, this theory is really interesting, is the subtle lightning in the human body actually what is commonly referred to as 'qi'?"

"Is there any basis for this? Or is it just a guess? ”

In any case, when the old man turned the last page and closed the book, the four big characters revealed on the cover were exactly - "Secret Record of Hope".

Caressing the book, the old master's old eyes had a little more amazement, a little emotion, and a little relief.

"Crazy, Ning crazy, I didn't give the wrong person your secret book.

What you have never achieved, I will see with my own eyes.

You see, as you said, everything is moving forward, everything that was once impossible is now possible. ”

"The so-called miracle is just waiting for the person who created it."

"It's just a pity, you can't see it, you can't see it!"

……

The small courtyard of the Mo family, a forbidden place for retreat.

Mo Chengjun's body burned with flames, it was not a real flame, but it expanded outward like a flame, from the inside out, until it overflowed the entire secret room and then suddenly shrank into his body.

At this moment, under the influence of invisible forces, Mo Chengjun floated.

He hung in the air, bursts of mana blooming outward.

At this moment, Mo Chengjun's whole person seemed to be transparent, and there was light starting from him, spreading outward, endlessly.

At this moment, as if he couldn't suppress it, he suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar.

The piercing sound could not even be stopped by the forbidden land, and it spread outward in an endless stream, until it was miles away, startling countless birds and beasts to fly wildly, and the monks stopped.

After a full cup of tea, Mo Chengjun suppressed this inexplicable impulse, he opened his eyes, stood still, and exhaled slowly.

It was really just a very casual action, but his breath directly condensed into an air arrow, piercing through the wall more than ten meters away.

A little bit of sunlight peeks through the hole.

Mo Chengjun walked to the door, opened it, and let the sunlight shine on his face, only to feel that he had ushered in a new life.

At this point, the foundation is built and the work is done!

At this point, the sky is high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide with the fish jumping!