According to the old man's request, Wuji sat upright and calmed his mind.

This is the basic requirement of meditation, and after more than half a month of practice, he has done very well. After surviving the initial pain, he was able to enjoy the tranquility, although he had not yet felt the pulse of his vitality.

The old man asked Lin Fei and the others to be on guard around to prevent any wild beasts from disturbing Wuji, and then gently pierced the wooden needle into Wuji's Baihui acupoint.

The wooden needle entered his brain, and Wuji felt a tingling pain, and his face twitched involuntarily.

"Stop!" "Ying Yiran, who had been staring at Wuji, hurriedly shouted, his eyes a little moist.

The old man's hand stopped, but Wuji waved his hand: "It's okay, I can bear it, continue." ”

"Really?"

"Of course. Mowgli smiled. "Chaowen said, Xi can die. Although I am not a great teacher of the Heavenly Academy, I have the heart to serve the Tao by myself. ”

"Poor mouth!" Ying Yiran burst into tears and laughed, and said angrily: "Just a layman like you who wants to marry a wife and have children, and you still want to become a great teacher?"

Mowgli raised his eyebrows. "Why not, when can the Heavenly Academy also marry a wife and have children, I can consider joining the Heavenly Academy. ”

Ying also sneered at each other. "Do you think that the Heavenly Academy is something you can enter if you want to? ”

"Uh-huh!" The old man saw that the two of them were getting happier and happier the more they talked, and if they let them continue talking, it was likely to turn into flirting and scolding, so he quickly coughed and interrupted them. "Gather your mind and keep the dantian. ”

Wuji hurriedly stopped, re-adjusted his pranayama, and fell into meditation.

Ying Yiyi was also disgusted by her gaffe, and twisted her head away as if she had nothing to do.

Waiting for Wuji to re-enter the silence, the old man gently twisted the wooden needle. The wooden needle slowly pierced into the Wuji Baihui acupoint, and it actually staggered to a stand.

The old man let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and quietly let out a long breath. Ying Yiran looked at Wuji, then at the old man, was stunned for a moment, and said in his thoughts: "What percentage of chances are there?"

"Ishei. The old man glanced at her: "Not even more than one percent." ”

Ying Yiran's face changed greatly, and she was about to speak, but was stopped by the old man. "Don't worry, I'm measured. Although the chance of success is less than one percent, it will not be taken lightly. You keep watching, I will regain my energy, and if there is any situation, call me immediately. ”

Ying Yiran hesitated for a moment and slowly retreated. The old man sat cross-legged on the spot and breathed into silence. Ying Yiran looked at the wooden needles that were swaying above Wuji's head, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Mowgli didn't know what they were saying, he was already drowning in the stinging pain in his head at the moment. His head seemed to be split open by a giant axe, and it was as if it had been pierced by a sharp sword, and the pain was terrible. Don't talk about guarding the dantian, it's not easy to jump up and scold your mother.

Despite this, he still did not have the slightest suspicion of the old man.

Because he knew very well that killing him would not do the old man any good. The old man and Ying Yiyi are both people who have the big picture in mind, and they may be able to sacrifice anyone, including themselves, if necessary, but they will never do such a self-defeating thing when it is not necessary.

It was because of his trust in the old man that he accepted the old man's advice. At this moment, because of his trust in the old man, he must persevere.

He didn't want to be Yin Xuan's prey, and he didn't want to be a useless person.

This is an opportunity for him to improve his strength. No matter what the cost, no matter what kind of pain he endured, he had to persevere.

In his previous life, in order to verify an idea, he once worked in the real yàn room for six months in a row, twenty-four hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, basically not leaving the real yàn platform. When he walked out of the real room, he had an extra report in his hand, but he was missing twenty-eight pounds of flesh.

However, with this three-page report, he suddenly squeezed into the forefront of genetic science.

Without this decision to put death and live later, how could he have achieved so much at such a young age.

Now, Yin Xuan is also a mountain in front of him, and he can either climb over this mountain or stop at the bottom of the mountain forever.

Giving up, not his character. I'd rather fall off a cliff and die than stand still.

Mowgli's mind gradually became empty. He seemed to be in a huge palace, the hall was pitch black, he didn't know how high, he didn't know how big, he couldn't see his fingers.

Suddenly, purple lightning streaked across the night sky, and although it was fleeting, it gave him a glimmer of light.

It was a space as vast as a sea of stars, boundless, and he was like a speck of dust.

The lightning is getting denser and brighter, illuminating more space. Gradually, he saw more and more lightning bolts, and the lightning bolts were connected to each other, coming and going, and slowly turning into a net.

This net, déjà vu, is like the night sky, but it is different from the night sky.

Mowgli didn't know what it was, and he didn't want to know what it was, he just watched quietly.

Slowly, he discovers a secret, all lightning comes from a point, a point hidden in the darkness. Under the light of lightning, the dot gradually revealed its true face.

It's an upside-down mountain, and it's slowly growing. Bolts of lightning were released from the peak, illuminating the entire space again and again.

Ying Yiran stared at the wooden needle above Wuji's head, dumbfounded.

Lin Fei and the others, who were on guard all around, also noticed something unusual, and turned their heads in unison to look at the top of Wuji's head.

The purple moon had risen, and the light purple light sprinkled on the forest, but it was uneven. The moonlight within a radius of ten steps seemed to be attracted by the wooden needles on the top of Wuji's head, condensed into a piece, and injected into the wooden needles.

The wooden needles lit up, swaying, trembling, as if they were about to turn into a ray of light and disappear into the depths of Mowgli's brain.

The one-foot-long wooden needles were only about six or seven inches left, and one-third of them had fallen into Wuji's skull. No one touched it, it was as if a crack had opened on the top of Mowgli's head, and the wooden needle itself disappeared into this slit.

The wooden needles sink deeper and deeper, and only the needle tails remain.

The moonlight condensed in the wooden needles became brighter and brighter, like a bright moon.

Mowgli is motionless.

"Sir......" Ying Yiran's voice trembled, and she shook the old man gently. "This ...... What's going on?"

The old man opened his eyes and did not answer for a long time, but there was a glint of disbelief in his eyes. After a long while, he muttered, "Jianmu is indeed a divine tree that can penetrate heaven and earth, but it's just ...... How can one person bear so much vitality at once......?

Ying Yiran listened, rolled her eyes, and suddenly said: "Sir, could it be Kong De's appearance?"

"Yes, yes, the face of Confucius, only the Tao is followed. The gate of heaven is open and closed, and it is impossible to distinguish between male and female. I see, the saint is honest and does not deceive me. ”

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