By the time the old woman had finished eating, the table was already full of cups and plates.

Most of the food had already entered her stomach, and there were only a few leftovers. These leftovers are not to be wasted, but are to be given to the servants below.

You know, every piece of pastry here is carefully made through various processes, from the raw materials to the production procedures are impeccable, and it costs a lot of money.

"Good grandson, someone dares to rob you of your things, and beat you like this, wait for me to clean him up."

The old woman touched Qiu Tian's face, and held his head with thin hands, her eyes full of affection.

"Xiexie Mother-in-law~~"

Qiu Tian threw himself into her arms and hugged her thin waist.

After that, the old woman bathed in incense and entered the secret room.

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In the unmanned gazebo, looking at the osmanthus flowers floating around, the clean fragrance overflows the mouth.

Qiu Tian's face was a little hideous, in order to please this old woman, he held back his nausea and gave everything.

The cold dagger in his arms, there is a trace of cold light through the bones.

"I'm fed up, when this old woman is out of her body tonight, I'm going to kill her without stopping......"

......

In the secret room, the emptiness is unobstructed.

A futon, a portrait.

The old woman sat cross-legged on the futon woven by the silkworm ice silk, washed her hands, and was refreshed.

Ice silkworms live at a depth of kilometers in the cold pools of snow-capped mountains, which are difficult to catch, and the silk they spit out is even more rare and valuable.

Sitting on it and meditating cools down and keeps your mind stable. Don't get carried away. It also has the effect of suppressing the fire of the heart.

Three sticks of rosin were lit in a small incense burner. Green smoke curls.

Behind the incense burner is the portrait, which is a picture of a landscape, between the mountains and flowing waters, the mountains and rivers ripple.

The painting is delicate and lifelike.

The first time you see this painting, you will feel calm and settle in it.

The most important thing in this landscape painting is not the landscape, but the person above. Set against the backdrop of a mountain waterfall. On the side of the deep pool under the waterfall, a young girl in a dark green dress stood on a raised boulder.

She was wearing no shoes, her toes were as bright as jade, and the clothes on her calves were curled.

The green silk reached the waist, the mountain peaks blew, and a strand of hair on the temples floated slightly, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

She stood there, and she was heaven.

This is the portrait of Biluo Dazun, but this painting can only depict less than one percent of the expression.

Even the best painters can't paint a 'sky'.

Worship this portrait. Contemplating the charm in it is the method of cultivating spiritual power in the vein of Biluotian.

The canvas is also made of precious old jade. Then weave the cloth, and only in this way can you withstand that trace of verve.

This portrait is the most valuable thing of this old woman, and it is of immeasurable value. Of course, if you look at real people and worship them in real life, the effect is even better.

Spiritual practice is the use of contemplative thoughts, also known as meditation.

It can be a person, an object, a Buddha, an immortal, a god or a demon, a celestial universe, or even a piece of wood. Different contemplation ideas have different effects.

In the process of the old woman's meditation, her body was plump for a while, and she became a beauty in her twenties and thirties, and she was shriveled for a while, and she became a bad old woman.

Between the mutual transformation of essence and spirit, the spiritual power gradually grew a little bit.

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At night, a small hole opened in the old woman's brain, and a pitch-black light the size of a thumb came out.

There were a total of thirteen light clusters, all of which were pitch black and demonic, and the ghostly aura was boiling.

This is the materialization of spiritual power, ghosts and gods!

The clusters of light formed a long snake and burrowed into a hair in front of it.

The silvery-white hair was several feet long, like a steel needle.

The hair floats up, flies between the trees, and the stones pass through the stones, this is the hair of the true God, I don't know how many times it has been tempered, and it is indestructible.

Another benefit of mental power is that it can drive objects to fly.

Flying is a unique ability of true gods, and now, these people who have begun to cultivate spiritual power, although they can't fly, but their spiritual power has no weight and can fly with items.

Some people also quench the flame into their thoughts, and they can burn even in the sea when they encounter the mountains and melt the mountains.

There is also a blood poison quenching into it, this method is very evil, when you encounter an opponent, you will make the opponent's blood reverse boiling, the blood vessels will burst, the blood of the whole body will dry up and die, and the vitality of the body will also become a tonic.

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This hair locates Zhou Sheng's position through a teleportation array.

The distance was too far away, and no matter how fast she flew, faster than the horse, she couldn't reach it overnight.

There are a lot of teleportation arrays in this mansion, but it can be expensive to activate it once.

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Black Curry City, the light of the teleportation array flashed, and the hair came out.

The hair of a true god, if woven into clothing, is the toughest armor. I use it as an aggressive steel needle and am stronger than real steel.

And this hair also has a lot of rare wild fowl feathers, bones, and metals tempered in this hair.

The walls of the farm, which are hard and without a single gap, are penetrated, like tofu, and drill a small hole that cannot be detected.

The strength of Nanmu Mu's heart is comparable to steel! However, now it's tofu, no! tofu dregs, tofu brains.

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The hair went in and never came out.

Zhou Sheng held the pages of the master book in both hands, using them as gloves, and firmly grasped the hair.

No matter how sharp your hair is, you can't cut through it.

And feel the breath of dominance, everything will be suppressed.

Dinner delivered to your door is not a crime.

"Lao Tian, Lao Tian, come to my ......"

Turn on the lights and the farm is electrified, with thick cables underneath, and unlimited power supply every day, as long as you pay enough for electricity.

"It's coming, owner~~"

The old man was sleepy-eyed, and he pulled on his slippers and squinted and ran over.

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When he saw the thing in Zhou Sheng's hand, his cloudy old eyes opened, revealing a trace of shrewdness.

The thoughts in this can be turned into a rich spiritual power to replenish his soul. After being cursed, he was no longer able to meditate, and his spiritual power was also a little less.

With the help of the Dominating Breath, he was already able to cast some magical powers, and the curse was loosened a lot.

"Don't make up your mind, it's my thing, all you have to do is wash this hair off for me......"

"Haode, the owner"

The dominant book emits a burst of suction, pulling out all the thoughts inside, stripping away the pure spiritual power, and as for the rest of the memories and the like, they are all beaten into the book shijie, reduced to an illusory existence.

"No~~"

A terrible wail sounded under the moonlit night, and then there was no sound.

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Zhou Sheng ate the ball of light in his hand, this is all spiritual power, it is the liliang obtained by meditation.

The mind was cool, and the illusory idea that condensed the memories of countless patterns also turned into reality, and after countless jumps, it came to the real shijie.

It rotated slowly, illuminating the pitch-black shijie around it.

Spirit above all else!

His mental strength skyrocketed, and his mind tingled, which was the sequelae of eating too much at one time and some of the after-effects.

After all, it's not a little bit of self-meditation, it still needs to be polished.

This bright thought turned into pitch black in the blink of an eye, this is already a ghost, as long as you continue to meditate and cultivate more thoughts, you can make your spiritual power complete step by step.

The idea that was just born was only the size of a fist, and then it continued to absorb the spiritual power from meditation, and it became larger, becoming the size of several acres, reaching a certain limit, and then shrinking and collapsing towards the center.

Zuihou becomes the size of a grain of rice, and at this time it is the yin god.

Repeat this cyclical process, and the spiritual power will be tempered again and again, and it will be complete.

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God took his hair, shook his head, and said a few words of contempt.

"It's really foolish, refining so many miscellaneous things, although it looks sharper, but it destroys the consummation of the true god, the body of the true god is the perfect existence, and replenishing these metal bones into it is just worth the loss......"

Orange flames floated from his palms, burning down his hair.

The bones and pieces of metal were melted into liquid, burned out, and the hair turned black as it was.

Silky black hair is tougher.

Zhou Sheng nodded, this thing is the most haode used as a bowstring, and it is better than dragon tendons.

With a heart of filam wood as the bow, the hair of the true god as the bowstring, and a steel arrow with a multicolored turkey feather is shot, which can penetrate a mountain.

He took the hair, it felt very light and soft, and there was a faint hint of fragrance on it, the smell of shampoo, the mixed smell of sandalwood and osmanthus, it was a woman's hair.

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His mind suddenly fluttered, as if something was about to happen that would affect the trajectory of his fate.

Green silk wraps around the fingers.

The hair turned into a faint thin line and disappeared into the middle finger, which had a few faint circles of nicks under the belly.

There was a feeling of emotion in my heart, a feeling of tears.

Déjà vu~~

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(End of volume)

PS: Chapter 1.

The next volume will write some emotional dramas, real feelings, and no more vases. The real husband and wife, aiqing, should probably be hand in hand and go to the white head together. (To be continued......)