"Boy, you practice first. The old man went back and cooked a few dishes himself, and treated you well. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he went back to tidy up the food, leaving Mo Cong alone to practice in the cave.

Mo Cong said that after practicing day and night for so many days, he gradually got used to the environment in the cave, and felt that the so-called retreat was not as difficult as he imagined. And the new realm and new boxing techniques taught by the old man are all mysterious, and all kinds of qi control methods that he has never seen or heard of before have made him study them night and night, and he has endless fun.

In the past, Mo Cong would only have the first level of realm and the first layer of boxing techniques. The so-called control of true qi and the use of true qi is nothing more than directing true qi to run from here to there, condensing true qi and then slashing wildly at the tree. At this level, Mo Cong was still overjoyed, thinking that he was already very powerful.

But since he practiced for more than ten days, Mo Cong has a good eye, and he has a lot of contempt for his former self. The original level, to put it mildly, was completely reckless with brute force, and he didn't even know what the angle, direction, strength, and proportion of the true qi were, and there was no technical content.

After realizing the gap in between, Mo Cong practiced quite hard. In addition, the cultivation at this time is not only related to whether his realm can be improved, but also related to whether his life can be saved, so Mo Cong naturally will not take it lightly.

It didn't take much time, so the old man brought the food, followed by Mo Xiao and Mo Min.

Children like to play with children, and they haven't seen each other for more than 20 days, Mo Xiao Mo Min still misses Mo Cong. As soon as Mo Xiao came up, he asked long and short questions, and asked Mo Cong how he practiced his exercises, and his true qi was so turbulent. Mo Min cared about whether Mo Cong stayed here and was aggrieved. Mo Cong talked to them while eating, and the depression of the retreat was slightly relieved.

"Okay, you two hurry back with the food box, don't disturb Mo Cong's practice here. The old man saw that Mo Cong had almost eaten and the three of them had spoken about the same, so he began to drive people out. "By the way, girl, don't you want to be arguing about eating the red spirit fruit every day? No, you also saw the appearance of your second brother. If you really want to eat it, the old man will pick one for you to eat tomorrow, and when you are done, you will be locked in a cave and you will not be able to go out for several years. ”

"No, no, no, I still don't eat it. Mo Min said in horror.

She originally heard that Mo Cong had eaten a very sweet and delicious fruit, and Mo Xiao could eat it after a few years of cultivating the incarnation realm, so she was so envious that she often pestered the old man and said that she wanted to eat it too. The old man said that if you want to eat, you have to practice quickly, and after cultivating the incarnation realm like Mo Xiao, you can naturally eat it. Mo Min didn't do it, saying that Mo Cong hadn't practiced yet, so how could he eat it.

The old man was so entangled that he couldn't help it, so he took this opportunity to take her to see what a tragic fate Mo Cong had when he accidentally ate the red spirit fruit. Mo Min actually took a look and saw that this cave was dim and narrow, and it didn't look like a place for people to stay at all. Staying in a place like this for a few years is better than death. The idea of eating the red spirit fruit was gradually dispelled.

After Mo Xiao and Mo Min went out with the food box, the old man continued to guide Mo Cong to attack one acupoint after another.

Ren Du's two veins are the two most important meridians in the human body, countless big acupoints and dead points are distributed on them, and the angle, direction, strength, and proportion of the true qi must be grasped when rushing to the acupoints.

In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, the old man specially made a lot of iron birch stakes, and asked Mo Cong to practice on the stakes first for what acupoints, how to control qi and how to exert force, until Mo Cong practiced every one hundred consecutive blows, and the strength, proportion, angle, and orientation of a hundred times were accurate, and the old man allowed Mo Cong to use his true qi to really impact those acupoints. With such a rigorous practice, Mo Cong passed these big acupoints and dead points at one time, without any mistakes, and his progress was slow and steady.

During this period, once Mo Cong's true qi was too vigorous, the old man asked him to run the body transformation heart method, guiding the surging true qi to circulate in the twelve positive veins that had been opened, and first dissolving the turbidity and impurities in those meridians, so that the danger was eliminated, and the true qi was not wasted, which could be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

In this way, a year later, Mo Cong's Ren pulse finally reached the Jizhong acupoint, and once the Jizhong acupoint was passed, a part of the true qi could be moved out of the dantian and stored in the second qi sea in the trembling center, and Mo Cong's true qi agitation of the three madness was greatly alleviated. At the same time, Mo Cong's techniques are becoming more and more precise and skilled, and he impacts the remaining acupoints, the less important ones are one day at a time, and for the heavy acupoints and dead points such as Renzhong, Shenting, and Baihui, he also breaks through one in three or five days.

Time was spent in such a thousand miles of cultivation, and less than a year later, Mo Cong finally made all the meridians and acupoints in his body transparent, and his true qi officially began to circulate along these meridian acupoints, officially entering the realm of incarnation.

"Boy, so much true anger didn't toss you to death, your life is really hard. The old man looked at Mo Cong, whose mental state was very different, and said with relief: "Okay, you have completed your cultivation in the realm of Tongqi, and the old man is what he says, you can get out of the customs now." ”

"Can I finally go out?" Mo Cong took a few steps forward, looking at the bright light projected from outside the cave, and was a little unaccustomed for a moment.

Looking back on the nearly two years of retreat, Mo Cong felt a lot of emotion. At his age, ordinary children are happily playing and frolicking every day and living a carefree life. Mo Cong endured the agitation and torment of his true qi day after day, and practiced the techniques of qi control and the skills of exertion. Compared with these two lives, Mo Cong is indeed very sad and bitter.

Of course, the more you give, the more you will gain. After more than a year of retreat and cultivation, Mo Cong not only saved his life, but also greatly improved his cultivation realm, and at this time, Mo Cong's understanding and use of force completely threw off children of the same age.

Of course, all of this is inseparable from the old man's teaching and teaching. For the old man who accompanied and supervised him at night, and had been strict and even harsh on himself, Mo Cong no longer knew how to express his gratitude. What the old man did was tantamount to saving his life for the second time.

Da En didn't say thank you, and Mo Congsuo's surname didn't say anything grateful.

"Boy, try your true qi. The old man also wanted to see what the power of true qi would be if he ate two red spirit fruits at one time. The old man pointed to an iron birch stake for practice.

"Okay, I'll give it a try. "Mo Cong also wants to experience it. In the past, no matter whether he was chopping wood or doing anything, his true qi could not flow freely and smoothly in his body, and could only slowly penetrate and brew through a little bit. Under that kind of hard and backward way of control, the power of true qi can't even be exerted.

At this moment, the meridians and acupoints in Mo Cong's body have all been unblocked, and the true qi is not the same as before in terms of volume and running speed. These factors add up, and it is really exciting to see how far the power of true qi can be exerted.

Mo Cong walked to the iron birch stake, turned his palm into a knife and slashed it casually, his arm went from lifting to falling, and the true qi of the acupoint in his body just flowed into place. I only heard a dull sound, and a piece of iron birch was cut off.

"Wow, is this really strong?" Looking at the neat and neat section of the wooden stake, Mo Cong was surprised and happy. This is iron birch that is harder than iron. He happily turned his head and asked the old man, "Old man, am I a master of my current kung fu?"

"Master, if you are a master of kung fu, then the word master is too worthless. The old man saw that Mo Cong was proud, so he said disdainfully: "Although your kid is okay with his practice, at most it is the kung fu of a three-legged cat, and you have to practice hard after you go out." ”

The old man flicked his right index finger through the void as he spoke, and with a bang, the iron birch stake, which was harder than iron, instantly turned into a piece of powder, and slowly fell in the dim light.

"If you see it, this is called a master. The old man said a word very immodestly, and turned and walked out of the cave.

Mo Cong was stunned by the dusty iron birch powder, and suddenly shouted, "Wait for me." He shouted and followed the old man out of the cave. The road on this mountain is tortuous and complicated, compared to the forest below the mountain, Mo Cong doesn't want to get lost again, and then eat something in a daze, and be locked up by the old man for several years.

But the old man did not wait for him, but walked in the direction of the hut without hurrying in front. Mo Cong hurriedly hurried with his true qi, he couldn't catch up with him alive or dead, and the distance was getting farther and farther, which was really out of reach.

Fortunately, the old man just wanted to test the limit of Mo Cong's true qi and see what kind of heat he could achieve when he played his full strength, and by the way, he slipped Mo Cong's arrogance and let him know that there were people outside the sky, otherwise with the old man's style, he could throw Mo Cong so much that he couldn't even see a shadow in the blink of an eye.

The old man and the young man walked along the intricate mountain road in the direction of the thatched hut in this way, walked about a stick of incense, and saw the roofs of the five thatched huts from a distance, Mo Cong did not have to worry about getting lost, and he no longer chased the old man as hard as he ran for his life.

Mo Cong, who slowed down, felt the red blue sky and faint clouds that he hadn't seen for two years, and a kind of pride surged in his heart as if he had come back from the dead. He roared with true qi: "I'm out of the customs!"

The voice came far away, echoing back to the Tao.