Qin Ke sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, the room was pitch black at night, and a cold wind was blowing outside the door, blowing the candle flame through the crack in the window.

In fact, for a qi and blood cultivator like him, in fact, the time spent sitting cross-legged is not as much as ordinary people imagine, after all, when a samurai really goes into battle, what he wants is blood surging, hot currents stirring his chest and abdomen and roaring like a dragon, if he really does the wild fox meditation that has been sitting for decades like a spiritual cultivator, he will lose the sharpness of his qi and blood and damage his foundation.

Of course, this does not mean that they will not meditate, after all, the way of civil and martial arts, one by one, if a bow is pulled to the extreme every day, sooner or later it will break, properly stabilize the qi and blood, visualize the meridians of the heart and intestines inward, and feel the whole body Zhou Tian is also a lot of benefits.

It's just that Qin Ke's cross-sitting this time is not cultivating qi and blood.

In his body, there is another force that is far beyond the concept of ordinary people is slowly running, never stopping.

Qin Ke, who closed his eyes, could clearly "see" the cyan power, it was light and self-contained, like a smart kitten, which would suddenly float up from time to time, wandering around him.

But Qin Ke still remembered how much effort he had spent cultivating this Xunfeng technique in the first place, and even if it weren't for this kitten-like cyan power, his qi and blood cultivation would have progressed faster than now.

However, Master has never been a strict person like Mr. Private School, and he has almost taken a natural approach to his practice, except for asking Qin Ke to complete his homework every day, he basically lets him practice on his own, and never asks too much about his cultivation progress.

Qin Ke once asked Master anxiously because of the delay in the progress of Xunfeng's technique, thinking that his cultivation speed was so slow, could it be that his talent was really poor, so you let it go like this?

But at that time, the master just touched his head and said softly, "Every cultivator in this world has his own path, there is no difference between fast and slow, just different paths. You just have to go with your feelings. ”

Since then, Qin Ke has become much calmer, and even began to no longer regard cultivation as a kind of homework, but as a kind of trivial work such as planting rice in the field, cutting rice and catching fish, and has become a part of life.

I don't know if it's because of his attitude, he has made a lot of changes when he practiced the art of Xunfeng, and after only half a year's effort, this cyan kitten appeared in his body.

The position of the thigh is its habitat, but Qin Ke actually doesn't know where it is hidden, he just feels that it is transparent, and it does not need to operate in the meridians, but can easily reach the place where he wants to go, without being restrained.

Over the years, this kitten has been growing with him, and it is constantly growing, although it does not look obvious, it still looks delicate and petite, but it has been a lot more agile than the earliest time.

As if sensing something, Xiao Hei, who was lying on his stomach with his head hanging on his shoulder, opened his eyes, glanced at him, muttered a few words that seemed to be "hungry" from his mouth, and then closed his eyes on his stomach in a boring manner.

The Divine Dragon Scales began to grow on its body, and now it has completely suppressed the existence of the inner demon, and it seems that because of this, it has grown extremely fast and slept less and less.

In terms of language, he even showed amazing wisdom, and these days he has learned a lot of words, such as Qin Ke, Cai Yan, stupid, stupid, eating, hungry and so on.

It's just that it doesn't like to talk too much, except for "eating" and "stupid", or does it think that chatting with these "stupid" humans is too worthless?

Qin Ke didn't know, because he was now completely immersed in that dark and seemingly boundless world.

The events of the day are still very profound now, he doesn't know why he suddenly has that tingling and paralyzing feeling when he is urging the Xunfeng Technique, could it be because he was controlled by the heart demon last time, what effect did it have on the Xunfeng Technique?

Qin Ke suddenly became a little nervous, although many days had passed, but as long as he thought of the situation when he was controlled by the heart demon, he still had palpitations and uneasiness, his life was equivalent to picking it up, if it weren't for the fact that the dragon spirit repaired his injuries with the last bit of strength and reborn his flesh and blood, I am afraid that he would have been a dead man by now.

But after looking inside for a long time, I still couldn't feel anything unusual about the cyan power, it was still so casual and leisurely, like a playful kitten, riding a wisp of unrestrained wind, floating around on its own.

Maybe there will be some changes after the push?

Qin Ke closed his eyes and began to make some attempts, and as his mind flowed, the cyan power seemed to have been inspired by something, and it became more and more cheerful and lively.

The wisps of cold wind that came in through the crack in the window no longer fought against the candle flame, but gradually converged to Qin Ke's side, and with his breath and breath, they fell together, blowing the bed, stroking Xiao Hei's body, and swirling behind him.

Wind control.

This technique is actually not too unusual for spiritual practitioners, and it has even been abandoned by many pedants many years ago, after all, using spiritual power to control the wind seems wonderful, but in fact it is not very useful.

The wind is such an elusive thing, even if the wind can be temporarily gathered together with spiritual power, compared to the flexible and sharp flying sword, it is still more than a step behind, but Qin Ke's wind control technique is a little different, he does not forcibly control the direction of the wind through any spiritual power, but through the cyan power in his body to send out inspiration, these winds will naturally gather.

This is also the reason why Qin Ke can control the wind so exquisitely, not only can it be integrated into the body, but it can even be used to isolate himself from the sound of the outside world.

And as the wind became stronger and stronger, the wind also took on a bit of sharpness, as if it had turned into a small knife, leaving tiny holes in the bed.

It's just that this kind of damage is really minimal, and even Xiao Hei, who was lying on his shoulder, only moved his body under the wind, and even regarded blowing this wind as a very pleasant thing, and made some cooing sounds that represented pleasure.

But Qin Ke, who had his eyes closed, had a somewhat strange expression on his face.

Over time, he had pushed the Xunfeng technique to eight points, and it was at this time that he finally saw something different.

I saw that in addition to the cyan power that represented the Xunfeng technique, a serpentine purple band of light was bursting out from his ankle, chasing towards the cyan power, and the cyan "cat" seemed to sense this "little purple snake", instead of fear or resistance, it leaned over very kindly.

The little purple snake passed through his calf, and he felt a tingling itch rising up to his thigh, and upward, and when a cat and a snake converged, they surrounded each other's chest and abdomen, as if they were playing.