The sky is blue, and the white clouds are fluttering.

Like the daughter's light skirt, like the reeds swaying in the breeze in the middle of the water.

Sister Xue Ling is like a white cloud in the sky, there is no flaw in Wang Zimo's heart.

Sometimes he even thinks: If you find an opportunity, you must put your arms around Sister Xueling's neck, kiss her fiercely on her white face, and give her a red mark.

He originally planned to do this secretly when Da Jian and Sister Xue Ling got married, but he didn't expect to be separated from her from yin and yang from now on, and he would never have a chance again.

However, the white clouds can return, but the people will never return.

"Who killed Sister Xueling?" The prince looked expressionless in front of him, but he couldn't hide the deep hatred in his heart.

"I don't know this, everyone in the village said that Sister Xueling died a very miserable death. ”

Yin Zhentong shrunk his slender neck, his long eyelashes kept shaking because of fear, his back was slightly cold, and he couldn't help but hug his arms.

Seeing that she was frightened before she could speak, Wang Zimo's chest suddenly accumulated depression, as if a lot of stones had been piled up indiscriminately, and he became more and more resentful.

"The people of the village ......"

He didn't dare to uncover the scar, but he had to face the bloody sores.

"What do the people in the village say?"

The prince silently turned his head to look into the distance, raised his nose, and tried to let the tears dry in the corners of his eyes, so that Yin Zhentong could feel at ease.

It's just that who can't see such a move?

"Ahh Hmph~......"

Yin Zhentong couldn't control it anymore, covered her cheeks with her trembling hands all the time, tears filled her chin, and kept overflowing between her fingers, as if she had been greatly wronged, and couldn't help but bury her head in her knees and sob!

The prince suddenly regretted it.

He shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have asked this cruel question.

He should hug Ji Tong tightly, comfort her, and tell her that everything is over, the Yiren are gone, and the living should remember themselves, and it is not easy to hurt themselves excessively.

But why didn't he do that?

Yin Zhentong raised his head, and his little face turned from red to white, and then to burnt yellow. Her eyes were swollen and she couldn't stop crying, and said, "They ......."

The little body was shaking because of the sobbing, and Wang Zimo gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.

"They said, uh-huh, say, Sister Qi Tong, sister, not only was she stripped of her clothes, but also, well, the flesh and blood that were gnawed. So, Han, the Han family has always been obsessed with this matter, and your Wang family is also, um, well, stiff. ”

After saying this, Yin Zhentong took a long breath, and suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was suddenly unloaded, and tears overflowed again, crying silently.

Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, everyone in the village talked about it, and the explicit words deeply shook the young heart.

"The sun is about to go down, I'll send you back!"

Time flies, and the sun sets in the blink of an eye.

The prince took Yin Jitong's little hand and sent her to the entrance of the village. Hiding behind the old willow tree, he looked at Yin Qitong who turned back step by step, and advised: "Tell my brother that if the bronze coffin is in the village for one day, everyone will be safe for one day." ”

The prince was sure that the red-clothed protector would not make trouble again.

She was waiting, waiting for herself to obediently climb into the coffin.

It wasn't until Yin Zhentong's figure disappeared that Wang Zimo turned around and leaned against the willow tree, blocking his eyes with his palms, and his crying shoulders kept shaking.

The setting sun casts a fiery red glow, pulling a long shadow on the top of the mountain.

The south wind is wrapped in the smoke of Sanhezhuang, bringing the smell of dry wood pot, and the fragrance and greasy of fried cauliflower in wild boar oil.

Wang Zimo was depressed, and his ears were full of Yin Zhentong's sobs.

He was completely conscious, and let his body lead him, step by step, with his back to home, and walked farther and farther.

The huge statue leaned forward slightly, squinting at Sanhezhuang. The statue is very large, the lower half of the body is buried in the ground, the upper half of the body is pressed against the mountain, and the arm is just on the top of the mountain. It seems to be a giant who has descended the dragon, and it looks majestic from a distance.

On the overlapping fingers of the idol, a small figure sat on it with his legs hunched. He, like the statue, never left Sanhezhuang.

The prince was sad in his heart.

He couldn't imagine it, and it was hard to admit it, Sister Xue Ling's tragic experience.

He is even more distressed about Daji, his own brother. I know deeply that I can't protect my beloved and lose my beloved.

"I'm too weak!"

At this moment, how much he wanted to go home and cry bitterly with Da Ji in his arms. Because he is sure that there is something strange, it is not as confusing as rumors!

Oki must know that too!

"Huh?"

Wang Zimo returned to the cave and suddenly saw a faint light passing on the ground. Looking closely, I couldn't help but "kick" and take two steps back, and my little heart was even more "poof, poof" and jumped.

This pattern is similar to the meditation picture that Ming Bao gave him before leaving!

The prince did not know that the exercise map on the ground of the stone cave was the original version of Mingbao rubbing.

Two years ago, Mingbao rushed to Sanhezhuang with Wang Ji, and took a rest in the Statue Mountain, and accidentally found that the ground was full of strange patterns, so he hastily recorded it. This sketch is really incomprehensible, as for whether Wang Zimo has a chance, it all depends on his own creation.

The Great Rayof Sutra

The ancient Taoist cultivation exercises need to be supplemented by practice diagrams to meditate and pranayama, and to perform mudras.

According to legend, this exercise came from Jiuli, and it has long been abandoned by the world because of its slow progress. The ancestors of Jiuli imitated Kunxu, first cultivated spiritual knowledge, and then opened the Tao, innovated the Tao, and benefited the future.

As everyone knows, this book of Dayan is well known in Jiuli, and when it came to Kunxu, it was actually regarded as a practice by Wang Zimo, and he meditated on the meditation chart given by Mingbao in Baiyun Temple every day.

Mingbao told him: "Taoguang is obscure, just to accumulate thick hair!"

He clearly felt the changes in his body, and this kind of change was not caused by age, but really, really different! After two years of cultivation, he was able to surpass mortals, recognize the other party's killing intentions, argue the enemy's course of action, and slash them in the palm of his hand.

The prince couldn't help but be more convinced that the road ahead was right!

When Wang Zimo and Wang Ji lived in a stone cave when they were children, they also looked at the patterns on the ground, and finally thought that it was the texture on the floor and disappeared.

Unexpectedly, this is actually a diagram of exercises!

He hurriedly imprinted the diagram in his mind and compared it with the meditation diagram given by Mingbao.

The two pictures are roughly the same, compared to Mingbao is a sketch, and there are several places connected by dotted lines, after comparison, Wang Zimo found that the dotted line marked the place on the outside of the right lower limb, while the exercise diagram on the ground is marked with a solid line on the inside of the right lower limb.

Wang Zimo proofread them one by one, and only after several revisions did he close his eyes with confidence.

Sit cross-legged with your legs, your index finger and thumb interact, slightly staggered, pinched together, and the other three fingers are separated, and your hands are folded and placed in the dantian. Suddenly, the gurgling warm current rippled from the dantian, as if the spring breeze poured into the collar, itchy, very comfortable.

After sitting in the twilight of the Baiyun Temple for two years, Wang Zimo never felt the feedback of his body to his cultivation. When he returned to Sanhezhuang, he was dressed in a pseudo-cultivation and directly returned to his original form, and it wasn't until he knocked Da Ji to the ground yesterday that he realized that his body was changing.

And this subtle change is becoming more and more obvious with the accumulation of time!

At the beginning, the prince quietly asked Bai Li what the dantian was.

Bai Li told him: "The dantian is located three inches below the umbilicus, and it is not a human organ, just a name for this position." It's like the altar at the center of the eyebrows. So Wang Zimo always thought that the dantian was the cloth bag with urine on the little brother.

Thinking of this, the prince couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

This smile suddenly became out of control, so that Wang Zimo could no longer settle down at ease, and stared at the two dim night pearls above his head with wide eyes excitedly.

"It's been two years!"

He endured humiliation and waited for two years!

"Is that so, really so?"

The Great Yan Sutra is different from other exercises, as Gong Ju's arrogant old cripple said, you don't need to break through the barrier of the spiritual platform to cultivate!