Before the second day arrived, Sima Wenzhi was waiting on the edge of the cliff early. There are many reasons to wait here in advance, not only because I don't want others to wait, but also because I want to see where Xuan Mingzi is from.

Before he went to bed last night, he no longer bothered about the details of Xuan Mingzi. This is the mountain behind Qingxuan Mountain, and there are many sect disciples guarding it in front, so outsiders can't enter.

Before leaving the door, Sima asked him to think of something.

Although the method of Neidan was given by Xuan Mingzi on his own initiative, it was also what he wanted. When you ask for help, you should be courteous to others, and if you were not prepared yesterday, it is not decent to have empty hands today.

But thinking and doing are two different things, Sima Wenzhi sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff at this time, his hands still empty. Although he is a second-generation disciple, there was an agreement when the sect left him before, and he lived in the lower peak and did not make offerings. There is nothing to grow, and everything you think is a fantasy.

The hour has come, and there is no trace of Xuan Mingzi. The cultivator follows the law, and the agreement made will not be invalidated easily, and Sima asks for patience.

"Fusheng immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the earth spirit path has been waiting for a long time. At three o'clock, Sima asked for a long time. While he was thinking wildly, Xuan Mingzi's voice came from behind him.

At the first time of the solstice, Xuan Mingzi had already arrived. Seeing that Sima Wenzhi was already waiting, he did not show his figure. Three moments later, Sima Wenzhi still hadn't left, and Xuan Mingzi nodded again and again, revealing his figure.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, not long after. Sima Wen turned around when he heard this, and he was puzzled when he replied.

He had watched his surroundings, but he had not seen any trace of Xuan Mingzi before, nor had he seen where he had appeared from. However, I was immediately relieved that people who have cultivated to a high level have many means, and ordinary people can't guess it.

After that, the two exchanged words, and most of them were Xuan Mingzi telling him the key to Neidan's cultivation. At a moment, Sima Wenzhi began to try to mobilize the aura of his body into his body and gather qi in the dantian.

Unlike before, when the aura was directly filled with the dantian, at this time, the aura walked in the veins, and there was a lot of loss when mobilizing the essence of the body. When you go to the dantian, there is not much left.

It is not easy to aggregate aura, and it is difficult to attract spirits many times, and it is difficult and abnormal. After many attempts, he finally got a wisp, and then he began to turn his anger into nothingness.

When turning the qi into nothingness, Sima Wenzhi realized that there was not one wisp of aura obtained by attracting spirits. At this point, it was even more difficult, and he suddenly felt depressed.

After turning the qi into nothingness, the remaining aura is gone, and the frustration gradually turns into despair. He finally realized what Xuan Mingzi meant before.

After practicing until the afternoon, Sima Wenzhi's mood improved. Although Neidan's cultivation was slow, it was not impossible, and he could already feel the aura in the dantian, although it was almost undetectable, it was not empty.

A day of practice is a mixed blessing. Though they have gained, they have received little. The sky was getting dark, and Sima asked how frustrated he was when he left, but Xuan Mingzi did not open his mouth to encourage him.

On the second day, Sima Wenzhi waited on the edge of the cliff early again, and his hands were no longer empty.

Although most of the people who took the initiative to cling to General Gao were miscellaneous servants, there was no shortage of sect disciples. Even if it is actively attached, there will be no verbal exchanges, and there will be more or less expressions from people who come. The miscellaneous servants give more than the necessities of life, and the disciples of the sect give more beneficial to practice.

The things of cultivation were useless to General Gao, and he stuffed them all into Sima Wen's hands. Tianchengzi once said that he was not a disciple or a servant, which showed that he could not practice in the mountains. Even if he can't practice, he still gives things for cultivation when he comes, and he knows who he wants to give them to.

What to bring with you when you come, what to bring back when you go back, carefully selected things, Xuan Lingzi refuses.

Sima Wenzhi originally thought that the chosen thing could not enter the eyes of Xuan Lingzi, but in the end he found that he was wrong. After refusing, Xuan Lingzi directly stated his original intentions, using other people's things for his own convenience, and did not see sincerity.

Sima Wenzhi wrote down these words, took back the things he had brought, and no longer demanded them.

In the next few days, Sima Wen waited here every day, and practiced here every day. Diligence can make up for clumsiness, and the early stage of the practice of the Inner Dan is slow and abnormal, which is a congenital deficiency that needs to be made up for by diligence.

When he was practicing, he also asked Xuan Mingzi for advice. The method of Neidan cultivation is not simply a repetition of turning qi into emptiness and void into reality. There are many difficulties and passes, and he cannot overcome them without guidance.

Outside of practice, life is going on as usual.

After taking the initiative to go to Ling Shuang's residence for the second time, Sima Wenzhi had never been there again. He already knew why Ling Shuang's fellow disciples were making a fuss behind him, but he didn't have this intention, and he wouldn't do it again.

No longer going to Ling Shuang's residence, Ling Shuang took the initiative to look for him as before. Sima asked to leave in the morning, and Shen Shi returned, and went to General Gao more when he returned, and Ling Shuang came several times and pounced.

couldn't find it, Ling Shuang committed stubbornness and waited outside the residence. When Sima asked Zhi to return, she waited for him.

"Little Master, why have you been sneaky these days?" Ling Shuang's tone was not good, and there was a slight anger in her words.

"Why is it sneaky, it's not for the sake of cultivation. Sima Wenzhi felt inexplicable, the progress of his cultivation for a few days was slow, and he was impatient in his reply.

When Sima Wenzhi explained the spell, Ling Shuang knew that his dantian could not gather spirits. At this time, Sima Wenzhi's fatigue was fully revealed, and Ling Shuang's heart softened after seeing it, and he no longer pursued the matter of running away many times.

"Is there any progress?" Ling Shuang's tone was gentle.

Sima Wenzhi shook his head and said nothing.

"The sect has a deep heritage, and there must be a way to save it. Ling Shuang misunderstood what he meant by shaking his head, and said with relief.

Sima Wenzhi shook his head again, he had a way to rescue him, but he didn't know the essentials, and the progress was extremely slow. After shaking his head, he saw that Ling Shuang was no longer speechless, and then said goodbye.

"The trip is in such a hurry, where are you going?" Ling Shuang said with anger in his words.

"I haven't been to Gobber's house today, and I want to go and see it. Sima asked and replied truthfully.

"I passed by him this afternoon, and saw him practicing worldly martial arts in front of the house, and his body should be fine. "I said I was passing by, but I actually went there on purpose. Ling Shuang couldn't find Sima Qianzhi, and went to General Gao's residence to see it.

After Sima asked, a flash of inspiration flashed in front of him, and he bowed his hand to Ling Shuang and left quickly.

"Uncle Gao, have you ever walked through the martial arts moves this afternoon?" Seeing General Gao, Sima Wenzhi asked directly.

"I've walked through it, but fortunately, although I have put down some time, I haven't been rusty. General Gao was eating the second portion of food, and when he saw Sima asking, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and replied.

"It's good that you haven't been rusty, can Gao Bo do it again?" asked Sima Zhi.

General Gao naturally agreed, moved a few sundries in the house to one place, and after vacating the open space, he walked the afternoon practice moves again. After many days of recuperation, he has recovered, and at this time he is full of qi and blood, and he is vigorous when he swings his body.

"Why are the moves so ruthless?"

Seeing that General Gao's martial arts practice would cause serious injuries and death, Sima asked a question. At the time of Jiankang, there were also martial artists in the palace to escort them. The essence of martial arts practice is to strengthen the body, and when fighting with others, it will not cost people's lives.

"Fighting with people on the battlefield is a fight for life, and I dare not be merciful. General Gao replied.

Sima asked, and suddenly realized.

"Uncle Gao, see me as an enemy on the battlefield, and use the martial arts moves you know to me. Sima asked again and again, and his words were firm.

General Gao naturally did not answer, and there was no action.

"I'm prepared, I'm calculating, I'm going to do it quickly. Sima Wenzhi was anxious to verify and urged again and again.

General Gao had no choice but to obey orders. Most of his strength is removed during the move, and he also avoids his vital points.

"Uncle Gao, why is the move so soft at this time?" Sima Wenzhi sensed the abnormality and opened his mouth to question.

Seeing this, General Gao could only implement the exhibition. With many years of military career and several battlefield battles, he has accumulated rich experience in fighting. One move after another, he used it to Sima Wenzhi.

Sima Wenzhi mobilized the aura in his body and gathered it behind his hands to support it. General Gao fought faster and faster, and Sima Wenzhi always fell behind. was finally found by General Gao and slapped him in the chest.

After a tea time, Sima Wenzhi woke up slowly, and the call of General Gao lingered in his ears.