At night, Qin Han sat cross-legged on the soft couch in the inn room, carefully studying the bell bracelet. The two oblate spherical bells had a long slit in their lower abdomen, and only one of them had a small pebble inside.

One bell is empty, and the other is so small that no matter how you shake it, you can't hear it.

Qin Han cut his fingers and dripped blood on the two bells. In a few moments, the blood stains faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then I looked closely, and found that the blood stains on the surface of the two bells had not disappeared, but had seeped into the small stones.

Gradually, the pebble shone faintly. Out of curiosity, Qin Han dripped a large amount of blood into the stone again, and the light on the stone became more and more abundant, and then flew out of the bell and sank into Qin Han's eyebrows.

I felt dizzy in my head, and I couldn't help but close my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I entered an empty place, in which there was nothing but a thatched hut with a closed door and a small stream.

There was really nothing, and it was all black and foggy as far as the eye could see.

Walking towards the thatched hut, every minute you get closer, you can feel a familiar warm current seeping through the pores and into the limbs. Is this Reiki?

Martial artists are just mortals who know martial arts, how can the meridians carry aura? Or is it because the meridians of the Qin family are relatively special?

I heard that Reiki can heal the wounds caused by mortal weapons, but I don't know if it's true or not.

Thinking of this, curiosity drove Qin Han to speed up his pace, and finally pushed the door open with a squeak. The room suddenly radiated a dazzling light, and a soft aura like water rushed to her face, enveloping her whole body.

The wound on his right arm was burning, and it seemed to be healing. Fu looked at the finger that had just been cut, and it was now intact.

Immediately afterward, the aura surged towards her like a flood, washing her meridians over and over again, and it was about to burst her meridians.

Although the pain was unbearable, Qin Han still gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

When the endurance of the meridians had reached the limit, her cultivation was also constantly rising.

The day after tomorrow is fivefold.

The day after tomorrow is sixfold.

...

Innate triple.

It wasn't until the cultivation broke through to the innate triple that the irritable aura in the body calmed down slightly.

Qin Han immediately sat down and lowered his breath, and used his mental method to stabilize the realm.

I don't know how long it took before I opened my eyes, and I only felt that my eyes were clear. His hearing has also become very sensitive, and he can clearly hear the sound of running water outside the house.

Looking around in the thatched house, he found that there was a stone bed, a futon, a water mirror, and a bookshelf with only one floor, just as high as Qin Han's shoulder.

As soon as his hand touched the bookshelf, the bookshelf slowly parted in the middle, revealing a crack in the wall.

Qin Han couldn't help but think that he was awakened by an inexplicable light at night every once in a while, and it seemed that the source was here. That light should be the aura seeping out from here, so she can be regarded as being infused with aura from time to time.

It's just that now that you can enter this space at will, this crack still has to find a way to close. Qin Han's palm stroked the crack, and the place where he touched it healed quickly.

Seeing this, Qin Han was greatly surprised in his heart, and he groped in the house for a long time, and everything changed with Qin Han's thoughts.

Finally, a few taps on the water mirror, and the scene in the inn room immediately appeared in the mirror. Sure enough, it's a voyeur weapon!

Qin Han took two books from the bookshelf and walked out of the space.

As soon as I got out of the space, I thought it would be more than half of the night, but the candles on the candlestick did not get shorter at all, and it seemed that the time flow in the space should be faster than that of the outside world.

The bell tied to his hand seems to have lost its value, but it can be penetrated by blood, and it seems that the material is not ordinary. And this is a birthday gift from the eldest aunt, so you can't throw it away.

But where did the eldest aunt get it? Since she can't figure it out, she doesn't think about it.

Qin Han bandaged his right arm again, but fortunately, if he didn't mention changing the dressing, Xiaocui wouldn't have much trouble, and he could only find an excuse to change the dressing by himself.

The two books that have just been brought out of space, one is a travelogue, and the other is a practice of concealing cultivation. It's just that this exercise requires aura to operate, although Qin Han has aura in his body, but after all, he hasn't introduced qi into his body, and he doesn't know if he can practice it.

At present, the speed of advancement is too fast, and in order not to make people suspicious, he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Qin Han's physique is really against the sky, with the body of a martial artist, after a night of cultivation, he has basically mastered this exercise.

Qin Han transferred the cultivation she showed to the fourth level of the day after tomorrow, and during this time, she was not busy with advancement, and planned to consolidate her cultivation.

It is said that there is still half a month to go to their hometown Qiufeng Town, and the Qin family has already eaten breakfast and is ready to leave.

"Xiaocui, do you have any family?"

"Xiaocui, what's your last name?"

"Xiao Cui, how old are you this year?"

Xiao Cui: "..."

Every day, in addition to being busy meditating and pranayama at night, during the day, he can only rummage through the travelogues in his hand in the car, and grass will grow on Qin Han's body.

Father and aunt discuss the plan of life in Qiufeng Town every day, Xiao Cui is still a person who doesn't like to talk, but Wang Er's face is exquisite, and he can talk to Qin Han a few more words.

"The immortal master has arrived, and he hasn't dodged yet!" A brutal rough voice came from behind the Qin family's carriage.

"Wang Er, retreat. Qin Yuanyuan's voice was a little chilly, obviously he was used to living a high life in the imperial capital, but now he was extremely unhappy.

Wang Er was a clever man, and he had already turned the reins and parked the carriage on the side of the road.

I only heard the sound of horses' hooves, and rushed out from the rear a carriage inlaid with gold and jade, shining with precious light. The meaty-faced coachman waved his whip and shouted, "Immortal Master enter the city, quickly retreat!"

The crowd at the gate of the city retreated, even those who had already checked the customs retreated, and the soldiers defending the city saluted respectfully until the carriage disappeared.

"Dad, are we going to the city too?" Qin Han looked at the sky, it was just past noon, and the sun was blazing overhead, and it didn't look like he was looking for an inn to rest.

"Let's go into town and buy something. ”

Yangcheng is the territory under the jurisdiction of immortal cultivators, there are many shops, the shouts of stall vendors are endless, and there are all kinds of immortal treasures.

The only disharmony is that the monks bully mortals.

"Dad, didn't you say that monks can't interfere with the lives of mortals?" As a mortal, Qin Han felt a little unhappy.

"That's because the high-ranking monks are afraid of provoking cause and effect, which will lead to heavenly punishment or inner demons. Thinking about these monks who can only stay in the Qi refining period for the rest of their lives, who cares?"

"I don't think the High Monks would have any disdain to bully mortals. ”

Qin Yuanyuan touched Qin Han's little head, "Silly boy." ”

In order not to clash with the monks, the carriage went around the city. It wasn't until late in the evening that I found out about an inn that was not fully occupied, and was all inhabited by mortals.

As soon as it was night, there were few mortals walking around the streets. The monks had many scruples about buying and selling goods, and they were in a hurry to come and go, and no one stopped to greet them.

"There is only one bottle of Wu Yuan Pill left here, and there are not many cultivators refining this elixir. ”

The black-robed old man who set up the stall, his whole face was hidden in the cloak, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, "I'll accept you three lower-grade spirit stones for the time being." ”

"One piece. The middle-aged man looked embarrassed.

"Spirit stones are useless to you, so it's better to take them out and exchange them for something useful. The old man spoke again, his tone a little unkind, faintly threatening.

The buyer gritted his teeth in the end, and still took out three lower-grade spirit stones. He took the elixir from the old man's hand and left quickly.

When the middle-aged man walked away, the old man immediately put the things on the stall into the storage ring and chased them in the direction where the middle-aged man left.

Two men came out of the street corner, also wearing black cloaks, and one of them bowed to the other and said, "Lord, do you want to follow?" ”

"I'm not your master, she's dead. The man who was called the Lord continued, "Yu, everything has a certain number, and it cannot be forced. ”

The cloaked man named Yu, the fist hidden in his sleeve had already clenched, hiding the unwillingness in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, the black-robed man who was called the Lord waved his robe sleeves and disappeared like green smoke.