With a slight grip on your fingers, you can hold things, but some things are difficult to hold, such as sand, such as sea breeze, such as sunlight, such as starlight, such as time.

Chen Changsheng spread his fingers, and the starlight leaked through.

From spring to late autumn, in these countless nights, will the starlight that fell on him also leak out like this?

In the past countless years, countless practitioners have been repeating this process, and those starlight falling from the star have quietly transformed the practitioners' bodies, from hair, nails, skin, to bones, muscles, and even viscera, and they have never heard of starlight leaking through the surface of the practitioner's body.

The practitioner's body is not made of glass, nor is it made of water.

Chen Changsheng read through the Taoist collection and had never seen similar examples, but he saw a passage in the appendix of the Four Classics, which said a medical case - more than 100 years ago, a southerner died of an inexplicable outburst, and afterwards the government and neighboring sects investigated the cause of his death, but could not find any clues, only that the person had been washing the marrow for thirteen years, and had never succeeded.

He studied medicine with Ji Daoren since he was a child, and paid more attention to the details in that medical case, and noticed that the author mentioned that the southerner who died of a violent fire suffered from leakage.

The so-called leakage and collapse disease refers to the lack of blood in the first weather, so that the fear of wind and light, what does it have to do with the flash of fire?

Chen Changshengtong's words, this bizarre medical case, and the strange situation he encountered came to a bold and even absurd hypothesis.

When he drew the starlight to wash the marrow, the starlight that fell from the night dome did not transform his hair and skin, but directly penetrated his skin and entered the deepest part of his body.

That person had been washing the marrow for thirteen years, and it was conceivable how many starlight had accumulated in his body in the end, and then for some reason—some reason that Chen Changsheng had vaguely guessed at this time—those starlight that had been accumulated for many years burst out in an instant when that person was unprepared.

At first glance, this speculation seems a little incomprehensible -- why can starlight pass through the skin? But if you think about it, when a practitioner meditates, the roof and the clothes are not separated from the connection between the stars and the person, and those starlight cannot be separated, so why can't the starlight penetrate the skin and enter directly into the human body?

And if there is no such possibility at all, why would the sage of the state religion hundreds of years ago so solemnly record that medical case in the notes of the Four Classics?

The most important reason why Chen Changsheng made such a bold assumption was because he had encountered many inexplicable problems in the process of cultivation - being able to light up his life star and prove that his divine sense was strong enough, logically speaking, the next cultivation should be a matter of course and a matter of course, who would have thought that he would be forced to stop at the threshold of the Purifying Pulp Realm, and it would take half a year to stop.

Even if it was because of the difference in his meridians, he couldn't wash the marrow like ordinary people, but where did those starlights go? Could it really be that they disappeared without a trace?

No, he didn't believe it. After so many nights, he had long had doubts about this, he thought that this was unreasonable, if God rewarded hard work, how could there be a more diligent person in the world than him? Of course, if Heaven was really unfair, then he had nothing to say, but at least at this moment, he firmly believed that he had achieved at least the first three words.

However, even a powerhouse of the level of Jin Yulu couldn't feel any fluctuations in his body, if the starlight attracted by these nights was in his body, where was it now? How could he find them and start using them?

It's like looking for a horoscope, if you want to know the condition of your body, only you are the best observer.

Chen Changsheng knew what the solution was.

That's the sitting photo.

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Cultivation must first light up the star of life, then wash the marrow, and then sit and contemplate yourself. There must be no mistake in this order, because once reversed, the practitioner will either die or be seriously injured, without exception. Countless years ago, there were still some cultivators who tried to find a different way, but now, no one dared to do such a crazy thing for a long time.

The physical strength of human cultivators is the weakest among the three clans of demons and demons, and if they do not succeed in cleansing the marrow until they cross a certain critical line to ensure that the width and strength of the meridians can accommodate the flow of true yuan converted by starlight, they try to sit back and observe themselves and mobilize the true essence with their divine sense, which is to seek their own death.

The river embankment has not been reinforced, so you want to divert seawater to inflow?

Without thoroughly strengthening every hair and bone of the body after washing the marrow, dare to let the power of the true yuan open up territory in the body and transform it on a large scale?

If he wants to sit and contemplate himself, the most basic requirement is to wash the marrow, Chen Changsheng is not a demon clan, he must follow this iron law, if he tries to skip the level of marrow washing, and directly sit and look at himself according to the knowledge in the Dao Collection, even if he finds those starlight hidden somewhere in his body, once triggered, it is very likely that he will die on the spot.

If his reasoning is correct, it is obvious that the southerner who died in a rage in the commentary of the Four Classics gave his life in such a daze.

But if he didn't sit back and look at himself, he wouldn't be able to find the starlight hidden in his body in his conjecture, and he would stay at the threshold of the marrow cleansing realm for the rest of his life, never able to take a step forward, how could this not be despairing?

This is a dilemma.

Even if he cherishes his time the most, he will inevitably take a long time to think, weigh the pros and cons, and hesitate.

It's just that the big court test is not far away, and there is really not much time left for him.

The way of heaven, or fate, is really unfair.

His life was really bad, not only did he have diseases that were difficult to treat, but now it seemed that a situation that was extremely rare for a cultivator to encounter also fell on him.

He was very depressed, and at this time, he heard Xuanyuan Po shouting for supper in the distance.

For health reasons, he rarely eats late-night snacks, so this makes him even more depressed.

He didn't want to see them, so he walked down the small building, pushed open the new door on the courtyard wall, and walked to the Hundred Herbs Garden.

The autumn forest swayed gently in the night wind, and there were faint lights in the distance.

He still hesitated, and naturally, he remembered the black dragon in the palace and the words he had said in front of the black dragon.

If you want to survive, it seems that you really need to work hard.

Then he remembered that he had promised the black dragon to go and see it, but he never had a chance.

At this moment, he saw a dark body that looked like a divine object.

Not the black dragon.

It's the black sheep.

Chen Changsheng was a little surprised, walked up to the black sheep and squatted down, and asked, "Why are you here?"

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This chapter was written faster than expected, and I was proud, and I looked at it...... Everyone, pay attention, today is two chapters, oh, there is another chapter in front, don't miss it, in addition, about Chen Changsheng's practice, I have been entangled for two days, today I discussed and quarreled with friends, it should be through, but please be clear, I write life is very life, writing fights most of the time is okay, when writing about practice, I do think too much, what self-consistency and other messy things, fortunately, from this chapter, the problem will be solved. By the way, I'm not an abusist, am I? He's lucky to be like this...... ）