Mo Lao instilled his understanding of the nameless mantra over the years to Zhao Mu, and Zhao Mu listened carefully without the slightest impatience.

Before you know it, it's getting late. The two of them taught one and the other learned, unaware that time was passing quickly.

"That's all I have to say about this mantra, you've always been smart, if you find something that you understand that conflicts with me, feel free to come to me, and we'll discuss it together. Go back and rest. Mo Lao straightened his waist, coughed and gently patted his back with his hand, signaling Zhao Mu to leave.

Outside the house, the crescent moon was bent, and the breeze blew through the tips of Zhao Mu's hair, which was a little cold. Under the moonlight, all kinds of herbs in the medicine field were driven by the wind, as if they were scrambling to reveal the moonlight.

Zhao Mu thought that he was one step closer to resurrecting his master, and quickened his pace.

When Zhao Mu walked to his room, he found that a person was waiting there for a long time.

The man who was three or four meters tall, wearing thin clothes, and carrying a bamboo basket that was usually used for medicine in his hand, was none other than Han Li.

When Han Li saw Senior Brother coming back, he hurriedly handed over the bamboo basket, because the weather was getting colder, he shivered, snorted and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, I saw that you have been staying in the Ink Master's house and have not come out for a day. I guess I haven't eaten yet, this is the disciple's food I kept for you, and I don't know if you are used to eating. ”

Zhao Mu took the bamboo basket and looked at the food wrapped in rags, a little crying and laughing, but he couldn't help but feel a little good feeling for this simple black boy in his heart.

Ever since Master passed away, in this world, Han Li was still the first person in this world to care about himself, except for Uncle Zhong.

Zhao Mu opened the package, took out the steamed bun that had been frozen and hardened from it, took a bite, and ate it in a big gulp.

Han Li laughed when he saw that Senior Brother Zhao, who was usually well-dressed and well-fed, was eating the food he had brought without disgust.

The two of them did not enter the house either, and sat on the steps.

"Senior Brother Zhao, when I saw you for the first time, I was taken aback."

"Oh? How so. ”

"You kneaded such a big stone into powder that day, and the third uncle never mentioned you to me, and when the disciples were selected, you kept staring at me, your eyes seemed like you were going to eat someone, of course I was afraid."

"Then why aren't you afraid now?"

"Because Senior Brother Zhao, you said that you will protect me thoroughly. When I went to Zhao's Mansion that time, I knew that Master Zhao was such a good person, so I believed that Senior Brother Zhao was not bad. ”

“...”

"Senior Brother Zhao thinks of Master Zhao, and I miss my parents and little sister too."

"You want to go back?"

"Yes, but I want to earn more money so that my father and mother don't have to work so hard."

"I want to save money to prepare a thick dowry for my little sister, so that when she marries into her husband's family, she will have a beautiful scenery and no need to be looked down upon."

The two chatted like this, but Han Li was mostly talking, and Zhao Mu listened.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Li stopped making a sound and fell asleep on the steps. “

Zhao Mu looked at the black boy in front of him softly, and secretly said that after all, he is still a child now, not Han Tianzun, who will be admired by thousands of people in the future.

After a while, Han Li's snoring began to rise. Thinking of the cold weather outside the house, Zhao Mu gently picked up Han Li with both hands, and realized that this kid was indeed much fatter than when he first saw him.

Zhao Mu rolled up the bamboo basket with his true qi, pushed open the door, put Han Li on the bed, and covered the quilt. After washing up, he sat cross-legged on the outside of the bed.

Thinking of the nameless mantra in his heart, Zhao Mu began to perceive the aura according to the description above. Originally, Zhao Mu was ready to practice for a long time before he could get started with Changchun Gong, or he didn't have a wood spiritual root, and the worst plan was that he didn't have a spiritual root.

As a result, he didn't expect that as soon as Zhao Mu settled down, he sensed the thin aura around him. This made Zhao Mu extremely happy, it seemed that he had a wood spiritual root, otherwise he would not be able to perceive the aura with Changchun Gong at all.

Zhao Mu absorbed the spiritual energy particles from the outside world according to the exercises, and the spiritual energy particles that had no owner in the outside world immediately converged into bundles like iron and stone adsorbed by magnets, flowing into the meridians like a stream.

Zhao Mu slowly put the aura in the meridians into the dantian and began to run Zhou Tian. After the aura runs according to the Changchun exercises, after flowing through the twelve positive veins, the eight qi meridians, and the two rendu veins, the original aura stream is like passing through the dry land, only a small part of it returns to the dantian, part of it is absorbed by the meridians in the process of flowing, strengthening the body, and the other part is dissipating in the air again.

However, fortunately, Zhao Mu ingested a lot of aura into his body every time, even if only a small part remained, the amount was still considerable.

A week later, a trace of refined spiritual energy was entrenched in Zhao Mu's dantian. When Zhao Mu was about to start the next Sunday cycle, suddenly, there was a shocking change in the dantian.

I saw that as soon as the true qi in Zhao Mu's body touched the aura, it was like butter touching hot oil, and it suddenly dissipated. And the aura took advantage of the victory to chase and absorb the true qi scattered in the dantian cleanly. Although the aura did not grow, it exhaled a trace of energy that was different from the aura.

Before Zhao Mu could put his mind on this trace of energy, his body greedily absorbed this trace of energy, and Zhao Mu vaguely felt that his body had strengthened a little bit.

Because there was no guidance from the teacher, Zhao Mu could only think about it by himself, and after thinking for a long time, he was blessed to his soul.

Conclusion: True Qi is refined and refined from the body, which belongs to flesh and blood energy. Reiki comes from the outside world, and in this realm, the personality is higher than the true qi, and the exclusivity of the aura is extremely strong, so it is incompatible with the energy of the true qi, and it is also the aura that is higher, so that the aura can refine the true qi into its essential form - flesh energy or call it blood essence. The blood meridian is born from the true qi, but it is different from the true qi, it cannot be released, but it can strengthen the physical body.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mu controlled the spiritual energy in his body to devour and refine the remaining true qi, refining the blood essence for the flesh to absorb and strengthen the body.

After the true qi in his body was absorbed, Zhao Mu continued to circulate and practice the exercises in his body, and when he was about to start running for the fifteenth week, he encountered the same problem as the original Han Li - the meridians tingled, and his body reached the limit of operation.

So, Zhao Mu stopped the practice of Changchun Gong, thinking that there was nothing to do, so he restored his true qi for spiritual qi refining and strengthening his body.

If Zhao Mu was born in a family of cultivating immortals and had elders to teach, then he would definitely give up refining blood essence. Because for this world, the essence and spirit of the blood essence produced from the human body, although refining it can strengthen the body, but in the long run, the refiner will be sluggish and the flesh and blood will be exhausted, not only will the cultivation be unsustainable, but in serious cases, it will also damage the life expectancy.

Immortal cultivators can seek immortality by plundering heaven and earth creation, while martial artists can only refine the essence and energy in their bodies and turn them into true qi but cannot maintain their health. Therefore, immortal cultivators live a long life, and martial artists live a short life. Therefore, after cultivating immortals, no one wants to learn ordinary martial arts.

In short, Zhao Mu's current behavior is equivalent to constantly spitting out the essence and blood in his body from his mouth, but he can only strengthen his body a little.

It is said that Zhao Mu can also find anomalies if he continues, but...