"Taiyi, the supreme word, the purpose of preaching, directly mentioning sexual skills, does not fall behind the second method, so it is a wonderful ......"

Qiao Chen meditated on the secret meaning of the text of "Taiyi Jinhua Dafa" with peace of mind, calm, and his mind held Yuan Shouyi. The middle dantian is located in the middle of the two chests, and is a special position in the human body to absorb qi.

According to the scriptures, there are 118 innate qi in the middle dantian, of which three are the main qi, and the remaining fifteen are auxiliary qi, which is a secret reflection of the Taoist principle of "three births and all things".

It's just that the common innate qi is "heaven and earth clear qi", which will only be beneficial to the human body when incorporated into the body, but the eighteen innate qi in the middle dantian is "Qiankun turbidity", which is something that everyone has in the mother's womb, which is not only not beneficial to the human body, but is very harmful.

Eighteen mouths of turbidity are like eighteen shackles, blocking the various potentials contained in the human body, if the turbidity in the body is completely eliminated, even an ordinary person can become a martial arts master in an instant, flying eaves and walls, the power can be huge!

For Qiao Chen'an, if he wants to successfully enter the Jindan realm, he must at least refine one of the turbid gases, but the difficulty is no less than dancing at the tip of a knife and strolling on the tip.

With the passage of time, Qiao Chen'an adjusted his state to the best, and his mind guided the soul power in the heavenly heart and the spiritual power in the lower dantian to surging towards the Jizhong acupoint at the same time, if he wanted to condense Jinhua, the three of spirit and spirit must be one, this is just the first step on the Jindan Avenue.

But it was only this first step that stumped him.

It is not difficult for him to manipulate soul power or spiritual power, but the difficulty of this step is that these two forces of very different natures must maintain a certain proportion with each other, and run from different meridians, and finally arrive at the Jizhong acupoint located in the chest at the same time, and then rush through the acupoint wall in one fell swoop and enter the acupoint.

Qiao Chenan tried several times in succession, and even the number of the two powers could not be controlled well, let alone the distraction of the two used in the meridians, it was simply difficult for him.

Moreover, the human body is still a very fragile structure, with meridians all over the inside, and the internal organs are all around, and if you are not careful when performing the exercises, these two forces will lose control and hurt the internal organs.

It is important to know that internal injuries are 100 times more difficult to heal than external injuries.

After trying nearly a hundred times, Qiao Chen'an's face suddenly turned pale, and wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

He opened his eyes, gently wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, there was a trace of bitterness in his eyes, and sighed: "It's difficult!"

But I also know that the cultivation of the avenue is not easy, this is just the beginning, I don't know how many difficulties and dangers are waiting for me on the road ahead, if I feel depressed because of this setback, it is really ridiculous and generous.

He knew that he was not a genius of cultivation, he could only be regarded as a golden mean, and if he wanted to make great strides on the path of cultivation, he had to pay several times or even dozens of times the efforts of the "genius", but fortunately, although he was useless, he was extremely persevering.

As long as one thing is determined, even if the skin is peeled and the bones are removed, it will be difficult to change one's mind after ten thousand calamities.

If it doesn't work once, then ten times, if it doesn't work ten times, then a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, it's not a big deal.

He believes that there is nothing in this world that cannot be done by the word "diligence".

Besides, 10,000 years is too long, just seize the day, the future has not left him much time, even if he knows that there is a fierce tiger in the front mountain, he still wants to go to Tiger Mountain, the big deal is to drink his eighteen bowls of spirits, intoxicated, and want to be a good man who fights tigers!

Even if he dies in the belly of the tiger, he has no regrets, just because his name is Qiao Chen'an, hey!

After performing the exercises dozens of times, the spiritual power in Qiao Chen'an's body has almost been exhausted, and he is rapidly recovering under the effect of "Tangyuan", but more of it is mentally exhausted, and he has been practicing and manipulating these two forces all morning, and his mind is extremely depleted.

He took out the Yangyuan tea he got from Chenghuang and stuffed it into his mouth, and immediately dissolved a thick bitterness, but Qiao Chenan didn't care, and swallowed it after chewing a few bites.

Suddenly, I felt a mysterious warm current in my abdomen, which rushed straight to my mind, and my originally tired and lost mind was suddenly refreshed and brightened.

If other monks saw him behaving like this, they would probably be so angry that they would spit out a liter of blood, and the potency of Yangyuan tea should be soaked in hot water to maximize it, like him, it is simply a cow chewing a peony.

"Good stuff!"

Qiao Chenan smiled wordlessly, immediately closed his eyes, and began to manipulate the two forces to attack the Jizhong acupoint again, well, this is the ninety-third time......

One hundred and eighth.

One hundred and sixty-third.

......

Three hundred and one ......

As the minutes ticked by, the blood stains on the corners of his mouth became more and more.

When Qiao Chen'an performed the gong to the four hundred and twenty-sixth times, the two forces finally came to the Jizhong acupoint, and the next step was to knock on the level, under his mental gaze, the Jizhong acupoint was pitch black, tightly closed, like a black stone wall.

Qiao Chen'an gritted his teeth, a fierce color appeared on his face, and the two forces slammed into the black stone wall with an indomitable momentum, and there seemed to be a roar in the void that exploded in his ears, and the two forces were like waves crashing on the reef, and they collapsed in an instant.

Qiao Chen'an's body trembled involuntarily, a layer of cold sweat suddenly oozed from his body, and his face was as pale as paper, without any blood.

After sitting quietly like this for nearly a quarter of an hour, Qiao Chenan opened his mouth and scolded: "Who created this exercise, is it going to kill me!"

Although his face was unhappy and complaining, the light in his eyes became more and more blazing.

Turning his head to look out the window, he found that the sky had darkened, the sound of pedestrians on the street was fading, the night was dark, there was no starlight in the sky, and a thick layer of clouds was shrouded in the sky over Hangzhou.

After cultivating for a whole day, even with the nourishment of Yang Yuan Tea, Qiao Chen's peace of mind loss had almost reached the limit, and at this time, he didn't even want to move half a finger, so he simply turned over, fell on the bed, and fell asleep in a moment.

On the second day, the heavy rain came as scheduled, and the sound of the rain woke Qiao Chenan from his sleep, after a night's rest, his spirit was obviously much better, and he walked to the bed, only to see that the whole city was shrouded in rain, and the water vapor was filled.

Houses, pedestrians, wine flags, all shrouded in a layer of mist.

A cold wind with raindrops slapped on Qiao Chen'an's cheeks, as if he didn't belong to this world.

Qiao Chenan suddenly remembered the oil-paper umbrella that his mother gave him when he came to Hangzhou, so he rummaged it out of his luggage, the umbrella surface was made of ordinary oil-paper, but he simply painted a few landscapes, which seemed to be the scenery near Qiantang County, but it had a different artistic conception when it was opened.

He smiled slightly, picked up a brush and wrote the word "Joe" on the handle of the umbrella.