"Boy, your true anger has woken up. The old man removed his fingers from Mo Cong's arm and said in a very affirmative tone.

Mo Cong was reminiscing about the feeling of the air flow just now, and he was suddenly surprised and happy when he heard this. "Old man, you mean, the one just now... Is that my own true qi, and is it waking up so soon?" he asked eagerly.

The old man nodded.

"Then, old man, have I reached the first realm?" Mo Cong asked again.

"Sort of!" the old man said thoughtfully, "But there is one thing that is very strange, when the true qi awakens, there will be all kinds of signs of qi flowing, just like just now, how can you not feel it yourself?"

"I don't know. Mo Cong was at a loss.

"So, boy, how have you been practicing these days, and what have happened during this time, tell me from beginning to end. The old man thought about it for a while and decided to go through all the details from beginning to end in order to find out why Mo Cong couldn't feel his true qi.

Mo Cong explained in detail the entire process of cultivating True Qi, including how to meditate, how to practice boxing, how to dream, how to chop wood, and so on. He was afraid of missing any detail, so he said everything that should be said, what should not be said, useful and useless.

"You stupid boy, haha......" The old man laughed out loud without waiting for Mo Cong to finish, and made Mo Cong laugh so much that he was confused.

"Old man, have you already found the reason, tell me quickly!" Mo Cong looked at the old man in embarrassment, eager to know the answer.

"Mo Xiao, you also heard what you said just now, did you hear the problem?" The old man didn't answer Mo Cong's question, but turned his head to ask Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao knew that the old man was testing himself, thought for a while, and said, "I probably heard it." The reason why the second brother couldn't feel the true qi was because when the true qi finally woke up, he himself fell asleep. ”

"Well, exactly. The old man nodded approvingly and said, "Boy, now that you know the reason, you must hold on and don't fall asleep when you practice in the future." Otherwise, you will sleep as soon as you wake up with your true qi, and you will never be able to consciously control your true qi, you know?"

"To know is to know. But... Every time I meditate for a while, I would be sleepy. At this time, I only had two choices, either I would get up and practice my fists and kicks, or I would just fall asleep, and I didn't even know when I fell asleep. I mean, it seems that sleeping is not under my control, so what can I do?" Mo Cong looked at the old man, then at Mo Xiao, and said ashamedly.

"That said, you're a bit weird. The old man looked at Mo Cong's embarrassed look and knew that he did have difficulty overcoming his tiredness. "So be it. From tonight onwards, you will practice in the small courtyard, and the old man will be watching from the side. As soon as he finds that you are about to fall asleep, the old man will naturally wake you up. ”

"Good!" Mo Cong nodded with joy.

That night, Mo Cong meditated in the small courtyard, practicing the mental method of awakening true qi over and over again. On a cold March night, the mountain breeze howls from afar, bleak among the thatch and leaves. In the small courtyard, the white clouds and mist were like smoke, covering Mo Cong's body in a blur and difficult to identify.

The old man closed his eyes in the hut and paid close attention to Mo Cong's every breath.

Mo Cong's breathing deliberately slowed down at first, then it was faster and then slower, and then it became slower and slower. As the time of meditation increased, the familiar, black-pressed tiredness came back to me.

"Can't sleep, can't sleep. Mo Cong kept a little clarity, continued to operate his mind, and tried to fight against that tiredness. Helplessly, as the mental method worked over and over again, the tiredness became stronger and stronger, slowly devouring what little sobriety he had left.

"Wake up!"

Just when Mo Cong was about to fall asleep, a slap suddenly came out of the hut. Mo Cong felt that this awakening word was shining like substance, and it entered from the top of his head, slowly and resolutely forcing the black and suppressed tiredness out of his mind. At the same time, maybe it was the continuous movement of the heart method that finally worked, or maybe it was stimulated by this awakening word, Mo Cong only felt that his dantian suddenly moved, and a stream of air suddenly churned in his body.

Is it really angry?

Mo Cong felt that the air flow was familiar, but it was much stronger than in the evening, and he was both excited and scared, not knowing what would happen next.

The air flow churned in Mo Cong's dantian for a while, and suddenly divided into many strands, jumping and rushing along Mo Cong's limbs, that wild momentum, like a flood bursting the embankment, and like a frightened herd of horses.

What should I do? Mo Cong felt that if he didn't control it any longer, his body would be overwhelmed by these powerful air currents. His mind flashed and his heart moved, and he hurriedly used his mental method to channel those air currents. The first method of gravity taught by the old man is not only a method of awakening true qi, but also a method of guiding true qi. He tried and tried, but found that he couldn't control anything.

The old man knew a few years ago that the true qi in Mo Cong's body was strange and majestic, and at this moment, listening to Mo Cong's breathing sound became more and more disordered and rapid, the old man knew that Mo Cong was likely to not be able to control the true qi in his body, and his heart was suddenly a little entangled.

Because although Mo Cong's true qi is strong, it is only relative to Mo Cong's age and physique, if it is compared with the old man's true qi, it is not worth basking at all, if the old man is willing, he can steadily suppress all the true qi in Mo Cong's body by taking a wisp of true qi at any time. But if he really had to do that, Mo Cong would not be able to gain the experience of controlling his true qi on his own, and his cultivation would not be able to improve. But if he doesn't do this, Mo Cong's life may be in danger at any time.

The situation is very tangled and thrilling for a while.

In the flash of light, the old man quickly made a decision. With a wave of his left palm, the firewood on the table suddenly flew out of the hut and flew towards Mo Cong.

"Boy, practice boxing. The old man shouted.

Mo Cong was feeling uncomfortable, and suddenly heard the old man's reminder and quickly jumped up. A few sticks of firewood have already flown closer one after another. Mo Cong listened to the argument, smashed his fists, split his palms, elbows, twisted his waist, and twisted his legs in the small courtyard......

The set of fist and foot kung fu taught by the old man was originally a method of using true qi. With Mo Cong's movements, the true qi flowing in his body instantly had an outlet for catharsis. With a crunching sound, several sticks of firewood broke in two and fell to the ground.

"Boy, come again. The old man's fingers flicked continuously, and a wisp of qi flicked in the air to Mo Cong's approach, and fed him in this special way.

Mo Cong punched and kicked, using the true qi in his body to fight against the old man's energy. Bang bang bang, the strong wind in the small courtyard stirred and the white mist surged, and the true qi in Mo Cong's body gradually slowed down after several rounds of collision and catharsis, and there were slowly signs of falling.

"Boy, hurry up and use your mind and take the initiative to guide your true qi. The old man heard that Mo Cong's breathing was gradually stabilizing, and knew that the most dangerous moment had passed, so he hurriedly reminded Mo Cong to hurry up and meditate and practice.

Mo Cong obediently sat on the ground and kept using his mental method to control the true qi in his body. Although the flow rate of those true qi slowed down, it was far from being something that a novice rookie like Mo Cong could control. They were scurrying around in Mo Cong's body, and Mo Cong couldn't take care of this end but couldn't take care of that end, and he was a little chaotic for a while. At the same time, attracted by these true qi, the remaining true qi in Mo Cong's dantian gradually woke up, and continued to gush out of the dantian, some of which merged with the previous true qi, and some of which ran to other places by themselves.

The situation has become dire again.

The old man didn't expect that Mo Cong's true qi stamina would be so strong and domineering, and when he heard that Mo Cong's breathing began to be disordered again, he hurriedly repeated his old tricks, constantly flicking his qi to guide Mo Cong to practice.

Mo Cong played like this for a while, sat and practiced boxing for a while, and then sat and practiced boxing for a while, until the sky was bright and the white mist faded, and the true qi in his body finally woke up, and after flowing through it, he completely fell back to the dantian.

"Good boy, your true anger is really not bad, many and domineering. The old man walked out of the hut, looked at Mo Cong, who was covered in sweat, and said with a smile.

Mo Cong didn't sleep all night, but his spirit was very good. He got up from the ground, looked at the old man, and asked, "Old man, what is going on with my true qi, and why can't I control it at all?"

"Haha, because you have too much true qi, and your method of controlling your true qi is not skilled, of course you can't control it. The old man smiled: "But you don't have to worry, practice slowly." As long as you don't play tricks and don't be lazy, in time, you will definitely be able to control these true qi and let them be used by you obediently. ”

"Okay, I'll do my best. Mo Cong raised his fist and made up his mind.

"Well, now that all the true qi in your body has woken up, and you have survived the most dangerous step, the next thing is to familiarize yourself with the true qi as soon as possible, and let the true qi familiarize yourself with you as soon as possible, and get used to obeying your command and control. As the saying goes, strike iron while it's hot, and don't eat your kid's rice, so go down the mountain and chop wood. The old man said.

"Okay, I'll go. "Mo Cong has long wanted to try what kind of power the true qi will have after waking up, and he has long wanted to go down the mountain.