dragged a sour body back to the house, everyone almost fell on the bed in the first place, even Li Hu, who was usually alive and well, had nowhere to vent his excess energy in the house a few days ago and couldn't help but complain a few times, and he had no interest in talking.

At noon, there was a bowl of medicinal soup in the canteen that was different from usual, it looked black and a little sticky, but it was said to be made with ten kinds of precious Chinese herbs, which was specially used to enhance qi and blood and cultivate vitality in Pei Yuan Realm, and the effect of one bowl was comparable to eating big fish and meat for several days in a row.

Sure enough, after a bowl, in addition to filling the entire mouth, the bitter taste is unbearable, and the effect is outstanding. Not long after drinking, there was a warm feeling in the body that continued to dissipate, and even the soreness in the body caused by the morning practice of pile gong, the stiffness and tingling of the hands and feet seemed to be dispelled by more than half at once.

Under the continuous nourishment of the medicinal power on the body, the afternoon training began, and I felt that everyone on the school field was swept away, their faces were full of red light, and the whole person looked energetic. This can't help but make people sigh, don't look at the name of this Ten Perfection Tonic Soup, but it is worthy of being an internal method specially for Peiyuan Realm cultivation, and it is indeed excellent.

It wasn't until the afternoon training lasted for more than an hour that Mo Chen felt the heat on his body slowly dissipate. Another hour later, Mo Chen's whole body fell to the ground, and he didn't look much different from the morning.

At this time, Liu Jiaoxi looked at the people who fell to the ground on the school field, and just told everyone to fight the crane shape fist a few more times to move their muscles and bones in the future, and then turned around and left.

At night, in a dream, on the school grounds.

Mo Chen was standing next to Liu Jiaoxi, watching him bend his legs slightly, hugging his hands, and putting on a hugging posture for the eleventh time. I confirmed that I had written down all the details and memorized all the tips that Liu Jiao Xi had mentioned. Mo Chen turned around and walked out of the school grounds, walked to the open space in front of the bathroom in the far corner of the Early Spring Courtyard, where no one would be there during the day, and put up a posture to cultivate.

At this time, there was no one around, and the surroundings were quiet, and the scene of Mo Chen bending his legs and back, and his hands around at the moment, was inexplicably harmonious with the surrounding space, without any sense of abruptness. Mo Chen only felt calm in his heart at this time, his body was naturally relaxed, and his breathing was natural.

Gradually, Mo Chen felt some discord in his heart, and his hands and feet unconsciously fine-tuned the posture of standing on the pile. Slowly, some fragments unconsciously emerged in my mind, there were Feng Yuankun swinging his fists, his qi and blood were drumming, but his body was a sense of harmony, there was Liu Yunzhi standing across the horse, and his body seemed to be as stable as Mount Tai, but in fact, the muscles of his body were like flowing water, as if there was air flowing under the skin, and gradually gathered the feeling of chest and abdomen.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in his head, and all the fragments blended together, gradually turning into Mo Chen's own figure of hugging and practicing, and his whole body was rounded and integrated, as if yin and yang intersected, water and fire helped each other, and the subtleties of the whole body kept shaking, as if he had grasped the essence of this mixed yuan pile, and the whole body seemed to be dead and alive, the top was empty and the bottom was real, the outside was tight and the inside was loose. Gradually, from the limbs, a stream of hot air like a perfect tonic soup converged and spread between the chest and abdomen, and the whole person seemed to be taking a hot bath, and the whole body was warm.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes and put away his posture.

Originally, Mo Chen just wanted to take advantage of the time difference in the dream realm and the fact that his body would not get tired to familiarize himself with the feeling of practicing, so as to lay a foundation for the progress of cultivation in the real world. But I didn't expect that the reality had not yet entered the realm, and in this dream, it seemed that qi and blood had been condensed and entered the Peiyuan realm?

According to Mo Chen's experience all along, things that Mo Chen doesn't understand in reality can't appear in dreams. The current situation was obviously beyond Mo Chen's expectations. In reality, I have just started to cultivate, and I have entered the Peiyuan Realm in my dreams? And by my feelings, it seems that I have already comprehended the essence of the Mixed Yuan Pile? Not the kind of Peiyuan Realm that is entered purely by relying on the tonic of decoctions, the pile gong is half-understood, and the efficiency is not one in ten.

After thinking about it for a while, and remembering the scene of Feng Yuankun and Liu Jiaoxi in his mind when he was practicing just now, as well as the fact that he had inexplicably comprehended the essence of pile gong, Mo Chen gradually came to a conclusion.

Just like the mirror image of Feng Yuankun found a few days ago, although subjectively he didn't notice the details of his breathing and fist swing at that time, Mo Chen did see it at that time, so there was a record in his subconscious, so it could all be revealed in the dream.

It's like a person sometimes just has something in his hand, and he doesn't know where to put it in a blink of an eye, but he doesn't pay attention to it subjectively, and if he can put the memory backwards, he can definitely see where the thing is put at a glance.

Therefore, unlike external objects, Mo Chen's subconscious does not know anything about his body at all, and what his body can do in reality will inevitably be able to do it in his dreams.

And not only that, the reason why Mo Chen was able to comprehend the essence of the pile gong at once was because of Mo Chen's impression of Feng Yuankun Peiyuan's consummation realm and the sense of harmony around the body, as well as the words and deeds of Liu Jiaoxi, who had already practiced the divine will. Mo Chen's subconscious officially captured these two references, so that he could succeed in the dream world and realize the essence of this set of pile skills.

Thinking of this, Mo Chen couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion. Although this has always accompanied his dreams, there may be other secrets that he has not discovered, and the functions that have been summed up so far may not be all, or even correct. But this is definitely the most important help in my life, with this golden finger, my progress in practice is definitely not inferior to any genius. There is absolutely no limit to what can be achieved in the future......! Maybe you can find out why you have traveled to this world, and you may even be able to go back to the original world to take a second look.

Thinking of this just now, Mo Chen quickly stopped the idea of further delusion and calmed down. Now that I have just stepped into the foundation of martial arts, or even just the achievements in my dreams, these thoughts are just some unrealistic fantasies. Although it feels like eight or nine is not far from ten, everything has to wait until I return to the real world, and then verify whether the realm realized in my dream can really be used in the real world.

So Mo Chen calmed down and began to practice the mixed yuan pile again. Feeling the heat on his body, Mo Chen's heart lake also calmed down, there was no longer the slightest ripple, and his mood seemed to be cheerful in the calm, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth unconsciously. From a distance, this clearing, this young man is as natural as a frozen picture.