The furnishings in the retreat room are as simple and brutal as ever.

After entering the door, there is a transparent cloister, and a row of adjacent compartments is named after the ten heavenly stems, the first room is the first room, and so on until the Aoi room.

The door of each retreat room was carved with an arrow-shaped notch, which happened to match the arrow in Han Dong's hand. There is a pearl inlaid above the arrow, if someone is practicing inside, the pearl will emit an emerald green spiritual light, and no one is cultivating is a common milky white fluorescence.

At this time, Han Dong counted from left to right, and there happened to be five quiet rooms lit up with a bright green light. smiled in his heart: Heh, no wonder I don't see anyone, it turns out that they are all cultivators.

A large wooden plaque hangs from the wooden wall to the right of the entrance, inscribed with the rules and regulations for the use of the ashram.

The children need to use the quiet room, with their respective arrows embedded in the silent room card hole, and wait for the green light to flash before entering.

Cultivators use the ashram to practice, and each hour costs two exchange points, and when the exchange points are exhausted, the cultivation supply will be stopped by itself.

During the use of the ashram, others are not allowed to forcibly enter, and violators are responsible for the consequences.

When a child uses the ashram, the maximum period of use shall not exceed three days.

After the monk finishes using the ashram, open the ashram bulge on the inside of the door to prohibit the door from opening.

Other than that, there is no other explanation.

Ever since Han Dong entered this Aoki Sect, he had always had a strange feeling: this Aoki Sect seemed to be quite lax in its supervision of the cultivators.

There are only a few words in this ashram of cultivation, and no one is guarding or guiding it?

This was not the first time this feeling had surfaced, and from the moment he entered the mountain gate, the inspection ritual had made him feel sloppy and casual.

At that time, the senior brother of the mountain gate instructed him to only stand in front of a large glowing ball and close his eyes. When he sensed a flash of white light, and a flush was reflected through his eyelids, he passed the test.

On the way into the mountain before, why didn't he mysteriously refuse to say the exquisite content, but now that I think about it, I guess I don't want him to feel child's play when he hasn't entered the door at that time?

It was even more strange when he arrived here, and an unknown frigid brother brought him here, left two sets of clothes and a brand, and left.

It was also a little strange to see Senior Brother Najiang today, and he didn't feel anything wrong when he was in charge. Han Dong thought about it afterwards, how could someone be so particular about the truth of yin and yang to a six-year-old child?

The old man in the canteen is also wrong, how can he tease the newlyweds so much?

That foul stinky girl is too, with a weird and arrogant temper. But she's pretty good-looking, and she's still called Pepper?

Han Dong unconsciously started these random conjectures again, and was stunned for a while. It was only when he reached out and rubbed it on his face that he reacted, phew, it looks like a fart. Do you still want to be my senior sister?

Wave away those messy thoughts in your head, now is not the time to be in a daze. Han Dong came to a retreat room with no green light, and the word 'Geng' was written in black on the door.

Han Dong took out the arrow from his arms and pressed it into the incave.

A moment later, the pearl on the door began to glow green.

Han Dong pulled the wooden door into the room, and the door was gently closed by himself after he entered.

Han Dong turned his head to look at a wrigley-shaped bulge on the door, and knew that it should be the bulge prohibition mentioned on the wooden sign warning at the door.

Looking into the middle of the field, the shape of the entire room seems to be in the shape of an inverted bowl. In the center of this huge inverted bowl, a cake-shaped green silk futon is three feet straight, quietly reaching the center of the quiet room. A pillar of light shrouded the roof of the ashram, blocking the three-foot radius around the futon.

The underside of the futon extends out a series of mysterious lines. Except for a dense pattern under the reflection of the pillar of light, the rest of the lines are so black that I can't see it really, and I don't know whether it is painted or chiseled.

Ever since the door was closed, Han Dong had slowly felt the bubbling aura steam from the futon. Immediately, he no longer hesitated to step into the pattern array, and the closer he got to the futon, the more intense the aura became.

Han Dong sat cross-legged on the green silk futon, silently recalling the location of the spiritual energy axis that Jiang Feng explained to him this morning, and his mind gradually sank into the great hole of the Linghai Divine Court.

Immediately, a much lighter feeling of warmth rose from the tail vertebrae.

This trace of warmth climbed up Han Dong's spine at an extremely slow speed, but he was never able to advance an inch, and only coiled near the tail vertebrae.

After Han Dong's mind sensed the situation here, he blessed his soul and silently recited the cultivation skills that he had already memorized.

In this way, it really worked, and the slightest scattered feeling of warmth gradually condensed into a wisp, slowly climbing up along the spine with the guidance of the exercise mantra.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

As if attracted by the technique, Han Dong's body suddenly erupted with waves of afterglow aura fluctuations, converging into the spine like a brutal collision. The warmth that was originally slowly climbing in the spine veins was instantly dispersed by this torrent of spiritual energy, and it was wrapped in the spine and scurryed.

Han Dong sensed this majestic spiritual power coming out of his body, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Although this aura was stronger than the warm aura that had just burrowed into the tail vertebrae, it was also uncontrollable.

This time it completely disrupted Han Dong's cultivation rhythm. At this moment, Han Dong's spine, which had not been tempered by cultivation, was already a little unaffected by the aura in his body, and faintly began to have a swelling pain.

Han Dong gritted his teeth, his mind sticking to the silent recitation technique, trying to gather the scattered aura. It's just that how could this scattered aura be under the control of a cultivator who has not yet learned it? As soon as the wisps of aura coming out of the tail spine tried to gather together under the guidance of the martial arts, they were immediately dispersed by the aura that was running around and had no direction.

After several attempts, it was always fruitless.

At the same time, the aura in the body was stimulated and the bursts of alcohol were triggered at the same time. Han Dong's face quickly turned red, and he soon looked like a red and translucent monkey's buttocks.

Until this time, Han Dong still refused to give up.

Shen Nian was actually a little dizzy under the influence of the wine, and a wave of heat came from his abdomen, and bursts of strong wine began to drill through his nose with a rough wheezing!

Almost subconscious body memory. In his already dizzy and somewhat scattered thoughts, something flashed that could bring him coolness and eliminate the uncomfortable heat.

It might help him get out of his current predicament!

He stopped, reached for his neck, and then grabbed something and pulled it off his chest.

It was the green vial with a green tree in relief, and he hurriedly poured out two pills.

A grain of round green, green mangs. A grain of green brown is mixed and ugly. It was the 'Guyuan Dan' that Jiang Feng had given this morning and had a little remaining medicinal power before.

Strange to say, when Han Dong stopped the operation of the technique, the aura in his body that was surging towards the spine was faintly calmed down a little. It no longer looks very riotous, but it is hidden in the physical texture.

However, the liquor hidden in the beans is still evaporating. The intensity of this wine is extraordinary, and it is estimated that it is more powerful than the aura of the beans themselves.

The strong alcohol was already all over Han Dong's body, and the whole body was hot and unbearable. At this moment, the spirit is even more shaky, and it cannot be gathered.

A hint of determination flashed in Han Dong's confused eyes.

Since the old man said that once he was smoked by the wine and fell into a deep sleep, he would lose the spiritual power contained in the beans in vain. It should imply that this spiritual power is time-sensitive.

Perhaps when he wakes up from his slumber after the strength of the wine has passed, these majestic spiritual powers will also dissipate.

Thinking of this, Han Dong didn't think much about it. Raise your hand and stuff two pills into your mouth and put them under your tongue!

No matter what the result was, he didn't want to waste such a rare cultivation resource in vain, and if he didn't make a decision, he felt that he was really about to fall asleep.

The two pills were infiltrated by the foam under the tongue, and suddenly bursts of coolness penetrated into the nasal cavity and penetrated through the top. That hot and dry wine is also dispelled a lot, and it is effective!

Han Dong was overjoyed, and with this coolness, he quickly gathered his somewhat sluggish mind. After the mind calms down, sit upright and pinch the formula, and continue to recite the general knowledge skills in your mouth!

It is like waking up a sleeping lion, and throwing a big stone into a gentle and undulating lake.

The aura in the body that had just been latent was all stimulated, and it rushed towards the spine like a hoof.

After a while, a faint feeling of swelling and pain came from Han Dong's spine again.

Just as Han Dong felt the swelling pain becoming more and more intense. A gentle and cool aura followed the central axis of the gongji's guidance, passed through the divine court to the back of the head, and then dripped down the spine.

It's strange to say, as soon as the restless spiritual power in Han Dong's body encounters this cool aura, it is like a mouse seeing a cat. Although it is still a little ready to move, it is relatively peaceful. Wrapped in the spine, the amplitude of agitation and chaos has greatly weakened.

If the spiritual power in the body just now was the tide of the embankment, then the aura that met the cool aura at this time was simply a gurgling spiritual spring. Although there are occasional gushes, there is no need to be afraid.

Han Dong naturally took the opportunity to beat the water dog.

It's not appropriate, but that's what it is.

I saw that the trick in his hand was more stable, and the sound of the mantra chanting became smoother. The bubbling spiritual power that still poured into the spine veins was led upward along the spine veins, washing away the spine veins.

As the gong recipe was gradually completed, the spiritual power gushing along the spine veins under the constraints of the gong knack and cool aura quickly gathered in the back of the head at the top of the spine veins. Then, after a short pause, along an invisible thin axis line, it turned into wisps of rich spiritual power and drilled into the Great Aperture of the Divine Court, seeping into the spiritual sea.

Han Dong felt a soft sound of "hum", and there was a slight oscillation feeling from the Divine Court. At the same time, it was also the first time that he clearly felt that there was an imperceptible membrane in his sea of consciousness, blocking the penetration of spiritual power.

If it weren't for the spiritual power to move here, he might not have realized that the barrier between the general knowledge was this imperceptible barrier.

The next moment, under the guidance of the martial arts, the spiritual power in Han Dong's spiritual sea surged, like a tide hitting a reef, constantly washing away the invisible layer of diaphragm in the sea of consciousness.

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Just when Han Dong was immersed in the cultivation of spiritual power.

In a cave hanging high in the middle of Danfeng, there was a muffled thunderous sound. Even if there is a taboo covering the cave, it still can't hide the rich dazzling golden light and dull sounds that flicker in the cave!

I don't know how long it lasted, but the momentum in the cave gradually died down, until later, no more sound was heard.

At this time, outside the hanging door of the cave, more than a dozen young monks in yellow robes dressed in different shades had gathered.

The monks gathered in the room, both men and women, and the three or two friends talked to each other and talked about each other. There seemed to be a lot of urgency in the words, and the words 'senior sister' came out of many people's mouths.

After a long silence in the cave above, there were several dull 'crunch' sounds coming from the dark entrance of the cave. As if they had received some order, all the monks in the field looked up at the entrance of the cave in unison, and the eyes of many male cultivators flashed with a hot look.

Less leaning, a graceful posture stepped out of the cave, the posture is beautiful, such as the peony of the Yanfang Valley.

When she appeared in the middle of the scene, she seemed to have the illusion of gathering heaven and earth. Both men and women will involuntarily meet her gaze and linger on her exquisite appearance.

The woman gestured to the many young monks under the cave and said softly, "I have condensed the pill. ”

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