Chapter 64: Cultivating Qi into Silk

The mysterious girl said that there was a spiritual guide of the Xuanqi Taoist in the inkstone, and now Aldebaran said that the original owner of the Sky Cliff was called Xuanzhi Layman.

Because the mysterious girl is also an alien, it is also very likely that the Xuan Xuan Dao person she mentioned is an alien, so it is difficult for Ji Xiao not to connect the two Xuan Yan.

Aldebaran didn't know if he hadn't heard what the mysterious girl had said, or if he deliberately didn't say it, so he didn't continue to talk about the topic anyway.

Ji Xiao didn't care about Aldebaran's true thoughts, and directly expressed his doubts.

Aldebaran said: "I don't know about this. ”

His eyes flickered as he replied.

Ji Xiao heard his heartbeat and blood, and when answering this question, there was an abnormality. He guessed that Aldebaran was hiding something, but didn't follow up.

After a while, Aldebaran left, and Ji Xiao focused on Zhuo Qing.

His body is very hot now, and the qi and blood in his whole body are swimming quickly. Ji Yu checked his pulse for him and found that his second pulse was actually open. The second meridian of Rendu is the most difficult of all the meridians to open, and once it is cleared, it is very easy to cultivate internal strength. However, Ji Xiao was not much shocked, he was the original owner of the body, and when he was seventeen years old, he opened up the second vein of Ren Du.

Zhuo Qing was obviously trapped in the ghost coffin, experienced the test of life and death crisis, and stimulated his potential, so that he suddenly penetrated the meridians. In fact, if Ji Yu hadn't rescued him in advance, even if he opened up the meridians, it would be useless, and he would have been suffocated to death after all.

But this is also a good thing, Zhuo Qing is what Ji Xiao wants to focus on, he is a blessing in disguise, and he will help Ji Xiao more in the future.

After putting away the inkstone and sweeping the nearby traces with the power of his palm, Ji Xiao picked up Zhuo Qing with one hand and galloped in the mountains. His internal strength has progressed ten times that of ordinary people, even after taking ginseng for thousands of years, he has bravely advanced to the current level, and the speed of internal force progress has not slowed down much, and he has improved every day.

Now his speed is one percent faster than when he went to Xijiang, and with all his strength, in the blue sky and daylight, if he loses his mind slightly, it will be difficult for others to even see his shadow.

The faster he goes, the louder the wind in his ears, but this kind of free running is so charming that people want to immerse themselves in it unconsciously.

After a short time, Ji Yu returned to the Four Seasons Villa and ordered someone to settle Zhuo Qing.

As for what happened in the middle, Ji Xiao didn't say much, but excused himself to practice martial arts in retreat and would abandon contact with the outside world.

Returning to the secret room of the Four Seasons Villa again, Ji Xiao put down the golden bolt. This golden bolt is made of special metal and weighs a thousand catties, so it is difficult for anyone to break in from outside unless the mechanism is opened from the inside.

The reason why he did this was because Ji Xiao was ready to study the inkstone. In order to prevent outsiders from bumping into or disturbing them, you can only rest assured in an absolutely safe secret room.

There is no doubt that the inkstone is made of water marble, this kind of stone does not have a very stiff feeling like an ordinary stone, it feels very comfortable to touch, and even if it is exposed to the sun in the hot summer, the water cloud stone falls in the hand, it is also cold and cold.

As for the overall carving of the inkstone, there is nothing to say, but Ji Xiao found something wrong from the carving of the inkstone. It's the dragon logo.

This was originally a symbol of the East Palace, but why did the people of the East Palace have to make a sign on it, didn't they know that this would destroy the beauty of the inkstone.

When Ji Xiao focused on the Canglong logo, he carefully felt every trace of the pattern on it, and finally found something wrong, that is, the nose of the Canglong. There was an extremely tiny bump, like a cinnabar mole. Every part of the inkstone is cold, but here it is a little warm.

Another thing happened that surprised Ji Xiao, the air flow that had surged into the fire talisman reappeared and poured into the cinnabar along the subtle bulge.

Ji Xiao carefully felt the air flow in his body, but he couldn't find where it came from. It seems to have appeared out of thin air, without roots and bottoms.

After the air flow pours into the inkstone, the inkstone also changes.

It seemed that a wonderful reaction had been generated from this, and a picture appeared in Ji Xiao's mind.

It was a transparent little man who was cultivating. There is a red line running in the other party's body, like an internal force cultivation method, but it is more complicated than Ji Xiao's Four Seasons Heart Method, and even some extremely small meridians have red threads passing through. In a trance, Ji Xiao found that he had become that transparent villain, and everything in his body was perceived by him.

The red line represents a strange energy between internal force and spiritual power, which is very similar to the air flow generated out of thin air in his body, but it is a little more condensed.

As the red line runs, this energy becomes more and more condensed. Eventually, it emerged from the tips of his fingers, like a spider spinning silk. That energy became an invisible thread, and it could be manipulated by Ji Xiao's mind at will.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the picture disappeared.

A mantra poured into Ji Xiao's mind, and the whole article was a detailed explanation of an exercise called "Practicing Qi into Silk", and the exercise that he practiced as a transparent villain was this "Practicing Qi into Silk".

The inkstone in his hand had been torn apart, and the pieces had fallen to the ground, but there was an extra seal in his hand. This seal is very delicate and soft to the touch.

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In the middle of the night, the cool breeze blows from the center of the lake, and countless lotus leaves move with it, swaying and colorful, like countless graceful dancing girls.

Mu Qing was playing with a magnificent little sword in his hand, which was the evil curse that the Hidden Sword Villa had spent ten years casting. This sword is opened with the blood of five swordsmiths, and blessed by the chanting sound of Fayun Zen Master of Xiangguo Temple for three days and three nights, and when it is finally baked, it attracts heavy rain and pours, which is really a peerless sword.

It's just that what's the use, Mu Qing is not an evil person, and he is not something that others can kill.

In front of her was a middle-aged man with long hair, who was the sword cultivator who was secretly guarding the Hidden Sword Villa. This person is almost one hundred and fifty years old, and a flying sword can kill people for miles away, but it can't kill Mu Qing.

Outside the Chunbo Bihu Lake opposite, there is a lonely peak, where the mountain is full of maple trees, every autumn, all the red leaves fly, killing the desolation, but also represents the sword of the Tibetan Sword Villa.

At this time, summer has not yet begun, and there are no red leaves, but the mountains are also red.

It was a red fire, and it could be seen clearly for more than ten miles around.

Since then, the Tibetan Sword Villa has been removed from the rivers and lakes, and it is buried with this lonely peak.

The mountains of trees could not resist the fire.

The middle-aged sword cultivator seemed to still have a little breath, twisted his head to look at the mountain full of fire, the corners of his mouth moved, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

He has an earth-shattering ability, but he can only die in this wild grass.

The name of the person born is unknown, and the surname of the person after death is unknown.