It was not too early, and the old man saw that the sun was falling and the frost was climbing on the tile, so he persuaded Xiao Hongdou and Qiao'er to rest, and stubbornly insisted on waiting by himself.

Xiao Hongdou kept saying how powerful his brother was, but he was still a worried old man, so he said goodbye, and then went to the house with Rhubarb and Qiao'er with the little dove.

The old man cleaned up the food scraps that had fallen from the yard alone so as not to attract ants, and then sat quietly back in his chair.

He remembered the first time he heard the crisp, ethereal cry that lingered in the mountains and forests. At that time, he was nervous, carefully brushed aside the messy grass, and saw Qiao'er, who was still a little swaddling.

At this moment, he kept tapping the handrail with his fingers, and the fog slowly thickened in his vicissitudes of life.

Every time you knock, it's a memory.

With each knock, time is ticking.

The sound was like a pendulum in his heart, ding, ding, ding, ding...

less tilting,

It was dark, and if the boy didn't come back, he wouldn't hesitate to close the door.

"Wow.." The old wooden door was gently pushed open, and Xiao Nianxi walked in calmly, and then pressed the bolt tightly.

He turned around and greeted, "Is the old sect master in a good mood here?"

Hearing Xiao Nianxi call him the old sect master, the old man smiled with relief, and the wrinkles on his face turned into furrows,

"It's hard to work hard, and the fairy has grown. ”

The old man expected that Xiao Nianxi would be displeased to be used, but he didn't expect Xiao Nianxi to ask lightly and asked, "How is the situation in Qiao'er's body now?"

The old sect master's raised fingers froze, and then fell down with a sense of relief, and said, "That wisp of aura has been worn out, but Qiao'er's own vitality and heart have been oppressed for a long time, and there is no good turn. ”

"Qiao'er's situation, I have also seen it before, and my master calls it a leaky spirit. ”

"Leaky spirit?" the old sect master had never heard of.

"When everyone is born, they are actually destined to be able to enter the Dao Imperial Spirit in this life. Those who can cultivate already have a trace of origin aura in their bodies. Vice versa. ”

"The so-called elixir in the world." The old sect master pondered.

Xiao Nianxi said simply without thinking: "It's all a fallacy of self-deception." ”

He carelessly tied his long hair into a bun,

"I don't want to talk about these digressions. In fact, it cannot be simply defined as a good thing or a bad thing. ”

The old sect master pondered this, and looked at Xiao Nianxi in confusion.

Xiao Nianxi's palm flashed with silver light, and a piece of bamboo slip appeared in his hand, and after handing it to the old sect master, he immediately let out a lazy sigh, and said with Hache:

"I'm sleepy. ”

Xiao Nianxi squinted his sleepy eyelids and touched the darkness by himself, and moved towards the house, not wanting to waste his mind and tongue anymore. As for how the old sect master blatantly infiltrated Fengming Village with Qiao'er, and how to make Acui and his wife become a family with them, Xiao Nianxi had no intention of thinking deeply.

A cultivator at the peak of the Soul Opening Realm, a leader of a sect who studied the Dan Dao, if he didn't have this means, then Xiao Nianxi would be puzzled.

There is only one thing that makes Xiao Nianxi feel ashamed in his heart, in fact, this old sect master has always hidden his own cultivation with quite crude skills, as long as Xiao Nianxi uses his spiritual sense to probe with a little concentration, with his spiritual power, he can find flaws in an instant.

But this, just the ghost sent a ghost to hide Xiao Nianxi's eyes. Who called him himself.. Full of blood, righteous indignation, and innocent, self-thought, and clever mixed in.

Xiao Nianxi was weak, closed the door of the room that had been in disrepair for a long time, rolled on the bed with a thud, and fell asleep in an instant like an overworked piglet.

In the courtyard, the old sect master borrowed the early moon to read the bamboo slips.

The above content is a concise and clear description of the phenomenon of leakage.

The old sect master's white eyebrows furrowed, it turned out that the phenomenon of leaking spirits, as the name suggests, is the meaning of leaking origin spiritual power, every cultivator is predestined by nature, the spiritual source that has not yet been opened is hidden in the dantian in the abdomen, and the origin spiritual power is conceived in it, waiting for the day of awakening. However, due to some undiscovered reasons, there was a crack in the balance between the original spiritual power and the young closed spiritual source, and the balance between the two was no longer symmetrical, which led to the leakage of the original spiritual power.

This kind of doctrine is beyond the scope of his experience, or rather, beyond the knowledge of the spiritual realm that he has access to.

According to the traditional cultivation scriptures involved in by the old sect master, they are all based on a kind of argument that the heavens will descend to the people, and they all discuss and demonstrate that an ordinary person has obtained the open source of the Tao through chance and hard work.

Zhu Jian's statement on the theory of leaking spirits is concise and concise, and there is no quotation of scriptures and side references to support the argument, but the old sect master feels that this statement is convincing and convincing from the soul. Just because, from between the lines, he felt the vastness of the writer's pen.

The old sect master studied every word with a humble heart, for fear of missing the connotation in it.

Then, the old sect master broke out in a cold sweat, and he was extremely glad that he didn't recklessly pull out the origin spiritual power in Qiao'er's body, which it had originally regarded as weird and evil. Because it is written here that forcibly pulling out the original spiritual power, the hatchling spiritual source will collapse because it cannot be opened smoothly in the later stage, and then lead to the self-destruction and death of the host as its main body.

However, it is not stated why the original spiritual power leaks out, and why it devours the cultivator's own vitality.

This is followed by two ways to solve the problem of soul leakage.

First, it is based on the profundity of absolute cultivation and the strength of absolute control, and the absolute precision and unbiased ability to find the loopholes in the fluctuation cycle of the origin, and pull the origin aura into it and return to its original position. Of course, this method may not be difficult for the children of the wealthy clans, because if the iron heart wants to ensure that the future is comprehensive, there must be a master in the clan or family. However, for ordinary cultivators who have not yet awakened, once they have symptoms of soul leakage, it is like a death sentence. Therefore, this first method is too limited to say, and the old sect master shook his head directly.

The second way to deal with the leaky spirit is simple and rude, and it is impressive that the body of the leaky soul is continuously instilled with a huge sea of life source power, and gradually the leaked source spiritual power is forcibly squeezed back into place.

Seeing this, the old sect master's hanging heart finally let go, he thought, although he used a crooked way, but he also saved Qiao'er by mistake.

After that, the meaning of the last line of the bamboo slip was cleared, and the old sect master Fang Cai's question was solved, no wonder Xiao Nianxi, who was the right talent, would say that the disease of soul leakage was neither good nor bad.

I saw that the bamboo slip finally wrote:

Today, the leaky spirit returns to the original person, and then the first spiritual source starts from the third layer.

The old sect master was satisfied that he had no regrets in this life, and he calculated in his heart that his body, which had long been exhausted, had no need to hold on any longer.

He sat down on the chair and fell asleep, both vicissitudes and sorrows, but also stable and quiet.

When the night ghost whispered and dispersed, he saw the old sect master standing up and hunching his back like a twilight wind, he silently rested the rolled up Soul Leaking Theory Jian on the chair, and then took out a letter from his arms.

He pondered for a moment, then gently pressed it under the bamboo slip.

The old sect master turned his eyes and stared at Qiao'er's room,

"My little boy, it seems, he is really your fateful nobleman. ”

He turned his face, engraved with years, in the direction of the moonlight at night, and walked out of the courtyard alone.

The old sect master looked back at this life, and the lonely city in his heart was blurred instantly, and he cried like a child.

Qiao'er, live happily, grandpa, and go on the road to atone for your sins.

The leaves fall back to the roots of the frost and the dawn,

There are no more elderly people here.

The back of the old sect master slowly disappeared into the green mountains,

Gently fluttering,

Clear.