Throughout the long history, countless monks are like carp crossing the river, wanting to do the thing of jumping over the dragon gate. However, there are very few enlightened people.

Xun Xian asked, it is nothing more than a pan swim to understand, and a boat to immortal fate. The comprehension fairy fate is slightly insufficient, and it is destined to be buried in the belly of the dragon python. A new show staged in Huangzhou may be a flash in the middle of the night, who can say for sure.

Zhang Huai's lips plucked weakly: "Dog, bring the gourd." ”

He fell to the ground, his hands covering his sweat-stained cheeks, covering the sun and not moving. Mixed water vapor seeps out of the soil in the middle of the world, and it is steamed on the human body, which is hot and cold.

"Look at your virtue. Qin Chuan wiped the sweat on his face indiscriminately. He reached out to pick up the gourd at his waist, but because of the heavy stone hoe in his hand, he threw it aside. Dog eggs are Qin Chuan's childhood nickname, which he claimed to have seen local dogs laying eggs on the edge of the village. This nickname has been sealed for a long time, but I didn't expect it to jump to my mouth inadvertently.

Looking up at the scorching sun, I couldn't help coughing lightly, woke up my thirsty throat, looked up to the sky and poured a long mouthful, and the cold spring water made people's hearts refreshed. The gourd is not different, it is just an ordinary one on Qingyang Mountain, but it can unexpectedly keep the spring water warm and cool in the morning.

The sun is full of Qi, and the spring is full of Qi. The two Qi meet, just as the soldering iron meets the cold spring, and the roaster overturns in the river.

"Brother Ran, then the gourd!"

Qin Chuan's face moved, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he was overjoyed in his heart! Today's skylight is three points better than before, and this kind of good situation is difficult to see yesterday's horse, so he hurriedly threw the gourd to the candle burning on his side. Cross your knees on the spot, recite your mind in silence, meditate.

The whole body is hot and unbearable, the heat is like a vicious Jiao tumbling in the body, and when it encounters a cold spring in the abdomen, the ripples spread to the whole body, and it is quenched for a long time, which is no different from the old blacksmith quenching iron tools.

The pores of the whole body are closed to the fullest, and the aura is indulged. The essence of the dust is blended together, and this wonderful peak visualization method is extremely mysterious for a while, and the mind is introduced into the wonderful and silent realm that countless people are eager for.

There is no sorrow, no joy, no joy, no sorrow, no heaven, no earth, no other self. Xuan Xichen ruthlessly chiseled the spiritual platform into the deepest part of his mind. The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, do not cause dust.

Regardless of the rain and dust, how many dollars or cents, the Xuanxi dust trick will dust it off the void and wasteland, and the three-inch spiritual platform will be clear and quiet.

For a time, the aura in the body was condensed to the pinnacle of the slightest. Tempering and polishing day and night, finally in exchange for this opportunity to kick in the door.

The aura is in the thread, endless, and all of them fall into the dust net. At this time, Qin Chuan's heart tightened, and his dantian was full!

The arrow is on the string, but the fog is lost, what should we do? Stop breathing, close your mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and get up calmly.

In an attic on the side of Qingyang Mountain.

Xing Hua and Wen Yuan started a fire, simmered wine and roasted tea, and washed the lamp. The two of them have long been acquainted, and at this time, they are sitting on their knees and burping and farting, so unhappy.

"Miscellaneous old man, hurry up, look at it!" Wen Yuan suddenly had a spirit, jumped up three feet high, and slapped Xing Hua's thigh fiercely. Pointing at Qin Chuan in the distance, his eyes were round, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Nong is stupid, the wine is spilled!" Xing Hua was about to grab the beard of the person in front of him and scold him bitterly, but he didn't know that the person's mind had already run away with the scene in front of him.

"Breaking the gong! someone is breaking the gong!" Wen Yuan roared, and he couldn't wait to roll up his sleeves and rush forward.

When Xing Hua heard this, his heart suddenly burst, and when he looked at Qianmojian, he suddenly gasped. "You are going to rush to the past, this time you will definitely fail!" grabbed Wen Yuan, who was babbling.

"Do you think I don't know what this broken gong means, but this matter must not be interfered with!" Xing Hua saw that he was so anxious that his beard flew away, and hurriedly stopped him.

The two calmed down and looked at each other, their eyes full of complicated colors, perhaps admiration or worry.

"Breaking Gong is not an ordinary breakthrough in cultivation, in which nine deaths are one life. Success or failure depends on the will of God. ”

After that, they sat back on the futon and drank tea and wine again, but the two of them didn't say those meat words that made people blush, and after being silent, they looked at the hands of the toasters, and they all trembled slightly.

Back to Qianmo.

Qin Chuan stopped spitting, sealed his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and got up calmly. Although after the farmer, fortunately with the guidance of the village martial artist, he knows how to embroider some fists and legs. I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional, but it actually puts on a different starting style than before.

The mind moved slightly, but the loose steps showed the number of steps to step on the road.

"Hey, Qin Chuan, what do you mean by this?" Candle Ran woke up from meditation and saw the person in front of him standing still with his eyes closed, and he couldn't turn a corner for a while.

"Is this a dream of a dog in the village?" Zhang Huai was awakened by the sound of a candle burning, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw this.

Candle Ran seemed to think of something, and his face tightened. "This is not right, you go to the spring stream to fill this pot. ”

Zhang Huai saw that he looked nervous, and knew that he was afraid that something bad was going to happen, so he didn't doubt him, trotted two steps to pick up the gourd that was thrown on the ground, and hurried towards the stream in three steps and two steps. After sparing no effort, it didn't take long to reach the side of the stream.

"Oops!" exclaimed, or ran too fast, but didn't notice a foreign object under his feet, and tripped over.

The soil next to the stream was not compact, and the foreign body was forced to turn out of the soil at once, and smashed on the back of Zhang Huai's head at this time.

He was bent on sending the spring back as soon as possible, but he didn't look at the foreign object, but he was afraid that it would trip over it again, so he casually took it into his arms.

It took only half a cup of tea back and forth, although something went wrong during the period, and he gave the spring water to the candle with a flushed face. "Poof" fell to the ground, the burgundy complexion quickly faded, and then it was already blue and white.

But seeing Qin Chuan in the field, the fists came and went, tossing and turning, the fist was shallow and deep, and the fist strength was sometimes like a silk and suddenly like a bean, and for a time the muscles and bones were twisted in one place, and they could not be opened and closed for a long time.

"Bang!" is like an old piano breaking strings, although a punch falls in the air, it shocks the crooked willows beside him and falls two oblique moons.

Seeing this, Candle Ran's face turned pale, and he accelerated the movements of his hand again.

Qin Chuan's side was quietly covered with stubborn stones of different shapes, all of which were candles burning by one person. A cold spring sprayed onto the stones, and his right hand was like a snake raised by a snake maker, and he painted it with dots.

The genkan of this palace.

Meng, Heng. I begged Tong Meng, and Tong Meng begged me. The first accusation, repeated blasphemy, blasphemy, then no accusation. Lizhen.

Like an uneducated child, he prays to heaven and earth. Qin Chuan worshiped the study of heaven and earth, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to look back.

The condensed aura in Qin Chuan's body was clenched into a strand, wrapped in essence and spirit, and it rose monstrous again. Sink your waist and bend your knees, like a goose spreading its wings and moving up. The strength of the whole body was blended together, and the right arm suddenly swelled in pain, and its upper veins were distorted, like ants and insects, and green earthworms were entangled.

The fist will rise by half a point, and it will rise again!

The heart is the drum, the palm fist is the hammer, and the hammer is painful.

"Bang!"

The hammer fell between the heart drums, and the blood flowed backwards, and the heart suddenly stagnated. The blood on Wheat's face was purple and black, and it dissipated in a blink of an eye. Two muffled thunders suddenly sounded in the clear sky on the horizon, startling the birds in the forest to scatter.

"Poof!" Yifeng's mouth and nose burst open, and the red painting was three feet loud, like an arrow. The fog lost the building, the moon was lost in the maze, shaking hands into a hammer, boxing the water mirror, and smashing him to pieces.