Jiang Ping's words sounded in Zhao Wenjun's ears, and Zhao Wenjun's body suddenly froze.

The two of them have been eating and playing together, the two have no guesses, and they have made a marriage contract since they were young, and the two families, including all the officials, regard the two as a couple and meet politely. But Jiang Ping has been educated by Confucianism since he was a child, and he has behaved according to the rules, so he has never had such an intimate behavior.

"Nerd, book...... If you let me go, people will be ashamed to death when they see me. "Zhao Wenjun is also a near-second-level martial artist, Jiang Ping is not a first-level martial artist, how can she be trapped by the half-level, but she found that she had no strength, so she had to beg for mercy with her voice.

Jiang Ping heard Zhao Wenjun's pleading, and secretly scolded himself in his heart for being abrupt, and hurriedly let go of his arms.

"I'm sorry, I ...... I ......"

"Again... If you dare to have a next time, I'll chop off your hand!" Zhao Wenjun glared at him with a red face, then opened the door of the secret room and fled as if flying.

Jiang Ping saw that Zhao Wenjun was like a frightened bird, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, what was wrong with him, how could he be so bold and hold Wenjun in his arms?

Jiang Ping tilted his head: "It seems that Wen Jun is not angry." ”

After all, he is still a ten-year-old child, and he seems to understand the affairs of men and women.

"As long as Wen Jun isn't really angry, it should be fine if you coax her next time I see her. By the way, I actually opened "Xianji"? It seems to be ......."

Jiang Ping thought carefully.

"Just now, I held the "Immortal Base" in my hand, and I only felt that it was very light, and it seemed that it didn't take much effort to open it......"

He looked down at "Xianji" and gently flipped through the book with his hand. However, the written word seems to be integrated with the whole book, and it cannot be opened.

"What's wrong? I opened the ...... so easily."

"No, no......"

"Mind!"

Jiang Ping's eyes lit up: "It's really different!" He calmed down, condensed his whole mind into his whole body, and slowly turned the writing with his hands.

"It's on!"

"It's so easy!" Jiang Ping frowned, he didn't rush to look through the contents of the book, "Father and teacher both relied on brute force to turn this book, but this book was suppressed by some force, making brute force useless. And I just opened it with my mind, it seems that the secret of this book is related to my mind, and what is my mind?"

"If my father didn't use brute force and would have been able to concentrate his mind, would he be able to open this book?"

Jiang Ping closed the book again, sat cross-legged on the ground, and pondered carefully.

This is a habit he has developed since he was a child, and if he can't figure it out, he likes to calm down and think and assume without distractions. Zhao Wenjun often saw Jiang Ping's state of thinking, thinking that he was reading and reading with a wooden brain, so he was nicknamed Nerd.

Jiang Ping didn't stay still, on the contrary, how much could a ten-year-old child of his age calm down and think about things, little adult!

If it weren't for the torture he had suffered since childhood, Jiang Ping's mind was precocious, and his perseverance was stronger than that of his peers and even adults, otherwise he would not have been so calm after killing people.

Emotional matters and mental matters are another matter, as we often say high IQ and low emotional intelligence. In fact, with Jiang Ping's mind, if he thinks carefully, it is not difficult to guess Zhao Wenjun's mentality and emotional changes, he just rarely thinks about it.

"Heart, heart!" Jiang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Before being slapped by Ma Tao, my usual luck was only to focus my entire attention on the flow of qi to the meridians, and I only relied on feeling, not 'seeing'! What happened during this period of coma, why could I see my body?"

"Meridians, blood, internal organs, bones, and the sea of dantian!"

"Why is this? Is it really the black and white ball that brought it to me?"

"How did it do it?"

......

Jiang Pingpan sat on the floor of the secret room and pondered bitterly, repeatedly recalling the events of the past few days and the changes in his body.

If Zhao Cheng and Jiang Buqi knew that "Xianji" was opened, I don't know how happy they would be, if they knew that someone could put down their curiosity and not take the initiative to read the content of the book, but instead thought about some messy things, would they be angry.

That's a classic of the Immortal Family, which can make a life with a life span of only a hundred years live for a few hundred years or even a thousand years!

Jiang Ping recalled and thought about the events of the past few days, but still couldn't find an answer.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, carried the "Heart Codex", and looked at the state of the body through his mind, and ran the Great Zhoutian!

Jiang Ping looked at the light gray gas in the meridians, and saw that the light gray gas was running to the Heyang acupoint, forming small whirlpools in the Heyang acupoint.

"Huh, this seems to be very similar to the formation of a vortex on the surface of the black and white balls in the dantian. Jiang Ping was slightly stunned, these two places are fundamentally unrelated, why are they so similar?

If Jiang Ping stared at the black and white balls with his heart at this time, countless small whirlpools had formed on the surface of the black and white balls, as if countless waves had formed on the calm water surface, and the white hemispheres of the black and white balls were faintly shining, and the black and white balls became darker and darker.

It's not that Jiang Ping doesn't want to observe the black and white balls, it's that he can't. The black and white ball is in the sky above the dantian sea, and Jiang Ping needs to gather all his mind to slowly reach the vicinity of the black and white ball, if he is lucky, he can't get close to the black and white ball at all.

The difference between working behind closed doors and being a famous teacher is that someone will guide you when you are puzzled! Jiang Ping is just a little monk who has initially dabbled in cultivating immortals, and there are no monks around him, nor do he have any immortal cultivation techniques in his hands, only miscellaneous martial arts classics.

The cultivation of martial arts classics and immortal cultivation techniques are completely different things, and they cannot be said the same.

Jiang Ping couldn't think of a reason, so he didn't think about it anymore. When the airflow is transferred to the lungs, it flows into the Fengmen acupoint. Fengmen Cave to Dazhu Cave, this route he has tried countless times, but all ended in failure.

The enemy is very red when they meet!

Countless failures have hurt him, but they have also made him resilient.

Don't admit defeat!

Rush over and you're a first-class martial artist!

If you can't rush it, you will be a humble foodie who does not enter the stream!

Jiang Ping condensed his entire mind and checked where the airflow passing through the Fengmen Cave had gone, and why it couldn't flow into the Foot Sun Meridian and enter the Dazhu Cave!

Countless white air currents rushed into the Fengmen acupoint, and the whirlpool of the Fengmen acupoint was larger than any other acupuncture point, and the speed was incomparable. Jiang Ping stared at the high-speed airflow of the Fengmen Cave, and was secretly frightened: If someone was in this airflow at this time, I am afraid that they would be torn apart in an instant, right?

The right side of the wind gate point is the wind gate, the left is the hot house, the folk call the mouth of the wind evil in and out, it is the meeting of the sun and the pulse of the hands and feet.

"It's moving, it's moving!"

Jiang Ping kept his eyes on it, observing every move of the air current.

I saw the whirlpool gas flowing out of the Fengmen acupoint, turning to the hand Sun Sutra and Du Mai!

Next is the familiar route: the self-supervising vein and the hand sun meridian disperse and flow into the dantian sea, completing the operation of the small week!

"No, you can't!"

It's such a familiar phenomenon again!

Jiang Ping gritted his teeth and was unwilling!