Chapter Twenty-Three: Extreme Challenges

Bidding farewell to the messy Huang Laoxi, Aunt Li and the three of them walked all the way home on the snow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The snowflakes have stopped at some point, and the moon has not come out, but the Mocun at night is brightly reflected by the white falling snow, and walking on the winding path is not affected at all.

Uncle Mellen was in a particularly good mood tonight, bouncing on the snow-covered road, happy like a child.

If it weren't for the fear of attracting the attention of others, Uncle Merlun even wanted to shout a few times to express his excitement.

His own kid can actually cultivate immortals!

Thinking about the immortal methods that Brother Huang said, Uncle Mo Lun was excited, jumped directly over the ditch in front of him, kicked on the pine tree on the side of the road in Aunt Li's concerned reproach, and then rushed at Aunt Li with snowflakes all over his body.

Aunt Li was amused by Uncle Merun so angry and wanted to laugh, and finally could only roll her eyes at him helplessly.

Riding on Uncle Mo Lun's neck and hugging Uncle Mo Lun's head tightly, Mo Qing's mood was also very good.

Thinking of Huang Laoxi's reaction, Mo Qing wanted to laugh, and finally shocked the old man who was calm about everything.

From Huang Laoxi's reaction and upside-down words, Mo Qing knew that his cultivation talent was very good, so the joy that rose in his heart felt that it had not disappeared now.

Looking at Uncle Mo Lun, whose happy demeanor is abnormal, and Aunt Li, who is full of joy, Mo Qing decided to cultivate hard, not for anything else, but for the smiling faces of the people closest to him.

Mo Qing covered Uncle Mo Lun's frozen ears with two small hands, raised his head to look at the night sky like black satin, and was taken home by Uncle Mo Lun in a light way.

Uncle Mo Lun and Aunt Li had already slept, Mo Qing lay on the bed and buried his whole body in the fluffy mattress, straightened his limbs and stretched comfortably, and then pressed the Fu Jiang who wanted to drill out again back into the quilt.

Reaching out to pull the mattress, Mo Qing stopped moving, and quietly planned for the future with his eyes closed. 'Aoki Gong must not be pulled down, this is the only way for him to become stronger now. ’

Mo Qing enjoys his current life very much, cherishes the care of Uncle Mo Lun and the two of them, and Huang Laoxi's care for him.

But these things need to be protected by his strength.

In his previous life, he flipped through all the miscellaneous books collected by the old man, and he understood a lot of specious truths from them.

Knowing that the world is not as beautiful as it seems, if you want to live a good life, so that what you think is beautiful will always be like this, then you must have a certain strength to deal with the wind, frost, rain and snow in life.

The formation also needs to be learned, and deep down he has always wanted to return to the previous world.

Now, of course, he is going back alone, and if he wants to go back, he will bring Uncle Mo Lun, Aunt Li, and Huang Laoxi.

Then a few of them lived with the old man in the 80,000-mile Pangu Mountain, admiring the clouds in the morning, watching the sunset at dusk, enjoying the spring flowers and autumn moon, and watching the beautiful scenery of the good day.

This idea is really beautiful, and Mo Qing is deeply intoxicated by his dream.

But the realization of dreams requires corresponding pay, when your efforts are not enough, when the effort is not enough, the effort is not big enough, no matter how beautiful the dream is, it will only be a fantasy.

You can't just envy other people's scenery, because you never know what they have paid for it secretly, and behind the scenery is either vicissitudes or hard resistance!

This is a very fair world, without the corresponding pay, you will not get the corresponding return, although most of the time, even if you pay, it is difficult to get the corresponding return, but if you do not pay, there will be no return.

So Mo Qing lay there and fantasized for a while, then quietly put on his clothes and sat up.

I didn't dare to move too much, for fear of waking up Uncle Mo Lun and Aunt Li, in that case, I wouldn't have to cultivate tonight, and the two of them would never allow themselves to sit on the bed and cultivate without sleep in the middle of the night.

Pull the mattress down to cover his feet, and help Fu Jiang cover his body.

Mo Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, put his arms on his knees, his thumb lightly pressed his slightly bent middle finger, and recited the exercises silently in his heart, calming down before he began to run Aoki Gong.

It is not easy to enter a state of cultivation if the mind is not quiet, this is the experience that Mo Qing summed up when he recalled the process of cultivation during the day.

With the operation of Aoki Gong, Mo Qing saw the magical world he saw during the day, colorful aura floating in the air, and the appearance of flying light and dancing was better than the most beautiful morning glow.

The green wood aura had already surrounded Mo Qing, drilling into Mo Qing's body one by one, passing through his meridians, and finally gathering in the dantian.

There is already a trace of aura in the dantian after absorbing it during the day, although it is almost invisible slightly, but it symbolizes the beginning of the Moqing Immortal Road, like a seed buried in the ground in spring, although it is nothing at the moment, but it is the beginning of growing into a towering tree and bearing the most beautiful fruit.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and with the experience of the day, Mo Qing is now much more proficient in absorbing aura and running exercises.

He was even able to keep the exercises running, and at the same time, he could also separate his mind to tease the red fire aura and yellow earth aura that were very intimate with it, and he could also hear Uncle Merunna's high-spirited snoring.

This may be the benefit of a strong divine soul, Mo Qing thought to himself.

Mo Qing's spiritual root is the true spiritual root of the three attributes, which is composed of the three attributes of wood, fire and earth, these are what Huang Laoxie told him after hearing that the red aura and the yellow aura had a good impression of Mo Qing.

Huang Laoxie thought that this was a bit abnormal, because only immortal cultivators who had successfully built the foundation could see the form of the aura when they were cultivating, and perceive the kindness of other aura to him.

Someone like Mo Qing who could perceive these things for the first time of cultivation was really too contrary to common sense.

However, he immediately enlightened Mo Qing happily again, saying that this was exactly what Mo Qing was extraordinary in his cultivation path.

In fact, even if he doesn't explain, Mo Qing won't worry about it, at most he will just be curious. After all, a lot of unreasonable things have happened to him.

Whether it's the inexplicable arrival here, the sudden change from a teenager to a six-year-old, or the miraculous ability to repair itself, these things are much more difficult to explain than today.

It's not weird, you don't have to worry about a lot of debts, maybe this is Mo Qing's current mentality.

The three-attribute spiritual root can only be regarded as a middle and lower grade, Mo Qing is still happy for a long time, since he heard Huang Laoxie say that the appearance of the spiritual root is low, the probability is outrageous, he has been worried that he has no spiritual root, and even feels that it is already a blessing from God to have a pseudo spiritual root with all five attributes.

Now that he knew that he not only had a spiritual root, but also a true spiritual root, how could he not be happy? After all, it was so much more than he expected.

The big rooster outside had already crowed three times, Mo Qing withdrew from his cultivation state, reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his head, opened his mouth and howled silently a few times, and then trembled his hands for a while before taking off his clothes.

Pulled the Fu Jiang who was awakened by himself, slowly lay down in the quilt, and covered the mattress.

This process also didn't go well, causing Mo Qing to gasp several times with his teeth gritted.

During the day, Mo Qing ran eighteen laps in his body with aura, and at night he sat on the bed and ran nine more cycles of Zhoutian.

These are not too many for a cultivation veteran who has reached the seventh or eighth level of the Qi cultivation period, but for Mo Qing, who has only come into contact with cultivation today, it is indeed too much.

When the cycle reached five weeks, Mo Qing felt the discomfort of the meridians, but he wanted to challenge his limits, so instead of stopping, he made the exercises run faster.

The result is obvious, Mo Qing's painful appearance just now is the sequelae of challenging the limit.

The forcible operation of the exercises overwhelmed his meridians, and after the ninth Zhou Tian cycle, the meridians finally cracked. Only then did Mo Qing, who had eaten the bitter fruit, know the seriousness of the consequences of forcibly running the exercises.

Mo Qing, who was curled up in the quilt and tasted the bitter fruit alone, finally couldn't stay up and fell asleep, and after taking a few breaths of cool air, he fell asleep in a daze.

There was silence all around, a heavy snow seemed to freeze everything that was alive, and occasionally a pheasant or two craned their necks and crowed, as if frightened.

After calling twice, he seemed to feel that his current call was a bit inappropriate, so he closed his mouth and went back to his dreamland.

In such a quiet time, a yin and yang fish picture emitting a faint black and white light quietly emerged from Mo Qing's heart.

It rotated gently, sending a faint and barely visible black and white gas to Mo Qing's body, and there was also a trace of it entering Mo Qing's dantian, which corresponded to the trace of turquoise wood aura in the dantian.

However, the wood spirit qi seemed to be very afraid of it, far away from the black and white gas, and it looked very awe-inspiring.

The broken meridians of Mo Qing were already intact under the faint and barely visible black and white light, and they seemed to be a little tougher than before.

The yin and yang fish diagram slowly rotated, the color became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared into Mo Qing's heart again.

Mo Qing's brows furrowed from pain in his sleep had unfolded at some point.

When the blackened jade pendant that hung around his neck and stuck to his chest sent a warm current to his head, Mo Qing's face showed a more comfortable expression, and he also snorted softly.

Huang Laoxie had insomnia tonight, lying on the bed staring at the pale window reflected by the snow, the expression on his face kept changing, sometimes gentle like water, sometimes a little hideous and terrifying.

His lips moved slightly, and if someone who was proficient in lip language at this time would know what he was saying silently.

It's two names, Liu Er and Liu Ruhai, although he desperately doesn't want Liu Ruhai's disgusting figure to appear between himself and Liu Er, it is a blasphemy to his Liu Er.

But he couldn't stop it, and that tiresome figure always appeared quietly at the most beautiful time.

This made Huang Laoxie extremely distressed, patted his head irritably, and then said softly in his heart: "It's time to sleep Liu'er~"

Although he told Liu Er in his heart that he wanted to sleep, he didn't go to sleep, but in his heart he was thinking about Mo Qing's cultivation today.

To be honest, although he taught Mo Qing to read and write before, and explained some common sense of cultivating immortals or something, don't look at him very energetically, but he doesn't have any bottom in his heart about whether Mo Qing has a spiritual root, after all, the probability of a spiritual root appearing in ordinary people is really low.

If it was before, when the cultivation was not abolished, he still had some methods to roughly detect it, but now, he had to resign himself to fate.

Fortunately, God opened his eyes, and the result did not disappoint people too much, after Mo Qing settled down, he vaguely felt that the aura around him seemed to be much more active than before, with these, he already knew that Mo Qing had a spiritual root.

It's just that what the kid said later was too shocking, seeing the colorful aura, he even took the aura around his body eighteen times, and finally told himself that there were two other colors that also wanted to drill into his body.

This is something that can only be done by the three-attribute spiritual root, even the legendary Heavenly Spirit Root is only like this for the first time to cultivate, right? Seeing the slightly innocent eyes of the stinky boy, Huang Laoxie wanted to beat him.

Thinking of this, Huang Laoxie couldn't help but laugh, as if he was amused by his own thoughts.

This little guy's divine soul power is really very powerful, but it's okay this way, his alchemy skills can also be passed on.

However, it is still early, and we will need to wait until later to think about it slowly.

The night was already very deep, and Huang Yaoshi slowly fell asleep.