"Brother, you take the more than 300 yuan and return it to Liu Jiang's father, and by the way, tell him that the fish will be sent to the old place next Saturday, and we will continue to do business." There are also more than 70 yuan of money, you hold and hide it, it is the capital of our next business. ”

didn't know the safety of the thieves, and as soon as he returned to the town, he handed over the fish money owed to Liu Jiang's father to the stupid big man, and advised: "When giving money, you must count it one by one in front of them, and let them see the truth of the money clearly, don't look stupid, you will be bullied." ”

"Brother, don't worry, I'm not stupid, I know how to do it. The stupid big man immediately didn't smile, and his solemn expression was more funny.

Ping An saw it, and was heartbroken, so he could only let him leave it to him, and told him to be careful on the road, go early and return early.

The stupid big one agreed, staring at Ping'an's gaze with some hesitation, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

Looking at Feng Dajun, who wanted to let the people all over the world know that he was a fool, Ping An was depressed in his heart, he was obviously a smart person who could rely on his IQ and body to eat, but he pretended to be a fool, such a realm, Ping An didn't understand it very well.

It's like he doesn't understand Ping Zhongjing's various unreliable imaginations, and as soon as his brain is hot, he dares to leave behind his wife who is about to give birth and the child who is about to be born, not to mention embezzling public funds, and squatting in prison for 12 years.

If it weren't for the fear of thunder, Ping An really wanted to ask Ping Zhongjing, where did your IQ and conscience go? Are you worthy of giving birth to your son and the old lady who gave birth to you?

"No matter, snorting gold bars is the last word. ”

As soon as he thought about this, Ping'an's heart suddenly became hot, and he worked hard for two days, wasn't it just the gold in his pocket?

He remembered that after the golden gourd devoured the golden beans given to him by his aunt Ping Ye for the first time, what fed him back was a pure spiritual power, which made him reborn and his wisdom greatly increased.

The golden gourd devoured the golden beans for the second time, although it also fed him some spiritual power, but it was more of a mysterious and feeling, others not only became smart, but also pondered the great truth from ancient poems and ancient texts, and then from the Confucian classics, comprehended the realm of Gewu, Zhizhi, etc., and strengthened their Taoist heart.

Then, Ping An took this as the foundation, combined the essence of Shi Taigong's national art and luck method, and gathered spiritual power, so that the orchid bloomed and the persimmon tree instantly rejuvenated the ability of the new year.

So if ten grams of gold goes down, what kind of ability will the golden gourd feed back to him?

The pure spiritual power, the mysterious and mysterious feeling, is still ...... A whole new kind of ability?

"No, I'm about to suffocate, hurry home. ”

After a while, Ping An got into the house, and when he entered the house, he saw that Ping Zhongjing was really not at home, obviously he forgot the pain of the scar, and went to play cards and gamble again.

"Good opportunity. ”

There is no one at home, which is in line with the peace of mind.

He immediately slipped into his room, locked the door, and took a deep breath to calm his mind and keep his head clear.

Opening the beautiful package containing the gold bar, Ping An carefully held the gold bar, which was only about shorter than the cigarette butt, in the palm of his hand.

This time, the golden gourd did not swallow the gold in an instant like the previous two times, but trembled gently in the sea of peace and awareness, as if reminding peace, and quickly refining according to the method of refining the Immortal Flying Knife.

At the same time, seven picture seals and a piece of refining flying knives also appeared in Ping'an's head.

"Do you want me to follow the changes in the picture, my body into a big ding, and then use the verbal decision?" Ping'an felt that the golden gourd was not meaningful enough, and the seven pictures and the verbal decision were given, and there were not many words or two words to explain the matter?

After pondering for a while, Ping An didn't quite understand, so he had to do it.

Immediately according to the scoop to draw the gourd according to the seven postures, or squatting, or sitting, or kneeling, or prostrating, and then open the mouth wide, revealing a posture as if to swallow the moon and drink the stars.

Finally, the arms are bent and pressed together, placed in front of the chest, the hands are glued together, and the ten fingers are spread in a semicircle, and the gold bar is in the middle of the semicircle.

This series of movements seems to be spectrum-clear, but its difficulty is more than twice as strong as the yoga of the San'a family.

Peace can be completed in an instant, completely because his whole body muscles and bones, physical strength, is many times stronger than ordinary people.

"But it's so numb, I hurt so much! I'm going to break my hands and feet!" Ping'an only felt that the ligaments, joints, and muscles in his whole body were about to explode!

No matter.

"If you have to endure hardship, you will become a master, give me refinement. In the blink of an eye, the thought of peace began to move, and note by note was recited, expecting a magical picture.

Every time I watch a mythological TV series, Ping An is very envious and jealous that the immortal can make some strange brilliance at every turn, and now it is his turn to be safe.

"I hope the movement is not too much, it is not good to attract the audience. "Ping An is full of expectations, but he doesn't want to be a monster.

But the next moment, peace was embarrassed again, and I saw that the gold bar in my hand was like this...... Gone, like the first two times, without a brilliant light, just gone.

Just when Ping An felt uncomfortable eating a lump of Xiang, that strange feeling reappeared, and this time, Ping An clearly captured that after the gold bar entered the golden gourd, it was constantly compressed, refined, and removed from impurities by two clusters of black and white brilliance, and finally, it became a flying knife for cutting immortals.

Although this was only an approximate feeling, it was at least better than the previous two times, and Ping An also felt the pure aura fed back to him by the golden gourd.

These spiritual qi turned into tiny points of light, which flowed through his body along with the blood qi in his body, moisturizing his internal organs silently, and then penetrated into all corners of his body.

"Sure enough, with a mantra and without a mantra, it's just different. Ping An immediately felt a noticeable change in his body.

First of all, Ping'an's mind was instantly agile and sharp, and he felt that his face, scalp, tongue, and limbs began to gradually warm and melt, followed by his body, and then every cell of his became active and full of vitality under the bloom of light points.

And as the golden gourd fed back his aura, the energy overflowing from the brilliant Hua dot forced out some of the acquired impurities in his body little by little, making his bones and flesh shine brightly, like dyed with a layer of treasure radiance.

"Is this the rhythm of becoming an immortal?"

The people who are safe and comfortable are about to moan/moan. Especially when most of the spiritual hua, bit by bit, entered the eight veins of his strange scriptures, as well as the twelve canons, and was digested and absorbed by the spiritual power he cultivated, and then safely and subconsciously operated the method of breathing and exhaling that he had blended with national arts, a magical scene happened.

Ping An felt that three inches from his lower belly, on the golden section of the human body, the place that the ancestors and saints called "the ancestor of life", "the source of vitality", and "the door of breathing" instantly scorched, and then as he swallowed and breathed, he practiced spiritual power, forming a Tai Chi.

A dark yellow Tai Chi shape, one black and one white, one yin and one yang.

"Is this the lower dantian?" In a flash of inspiration, he remembered that in a medical book given to him by Shi Taigong, he had seen a description of the human body's lower dantian.

"No fire can make all the bodies warm, no water can make the internal organs moist, related to the life of the whole body, the middle line is endless, then life will not die. ”

Immortal.

These last two words flowed through his heart, and without warning, he attracted the spiritual power of his whole body, as well as the life essence fed back to him by the golden gourd, and charged towards the place of the "ancestor of life".

There are not too many subtle changes, the Xuanhuang Taiji, which is black, white, yin and yang, is absorbing a lot of aura and brilliance of Ping'an, like an unlocked door, easily pushed by Ping'an.

What he pushed away was definitely a human treasure and a realm that every cultivator longed for the most, refining and refining qi.

Because only by turning qi can we practice the gods, and then turn against the void and seek the golden pill.

Swallow a golden pill into your abdomen, so that my life can be left to me.

But all of this is based on the premise of unlocking the treasure of the human body, otherwise everything is empty talk and illusory.

And now, with the help of the golden gourd Linghua and his own spiritual power, Ping An easily pushed open this magical "door" with the momentum of accumulation, and he immediately felt that the whole world had disappeared, and he had a kind of starting point standing in the whole world.

At this moment, it is the real "Taoist". What is born is the spiritual power of people to transform into immortals, and it is the power to transcend the mundane.

If it is said that reciting ancient books is the realm of cultivating the mind, the key to comprehending the mysteries of nature, and the method of harnessing and manipulating power, then when he breaks through the "source of vitality", condenses Xuanhuang Taiji in the lower dantian, and steps into refining and refining qi, the pleasure of that kind of power makes Ping An feel that every cell is full of strength.

"Now, I'm sure I'll be able to tear the tiger with my hands and kick the lion!" was almost an illusion of invincibility, Ping An felt that one tiger was not enough to see, and ten heads and eight heads could do it.

However, Ping An apparently underestimated the Linghua that the Golden Gourd fed back to him after devouring ten grams of gold.

Streams of aura are still coming, surging and coming.

"Enough! Enough! Enough! Stop! Stop! Stop, stop me......" Ping'an only felt that the heat wave was rolling all over his body, his blood was churning, and his body was about to explode!

"No, you have to find a way to disperse the excess Linghua in your body, otherwise you may be like in martial arts novels, go mad and explode. ”

Thinking of it, Ping An immediately did it, unfolded his fists, and practiced Bajiquan with punches and kicks in the room.

However, the ideal is very rich, the reality is very skinny, this is not much use, the strenuous exercise, can not digest the golden gourd, the Linghua that continues to pour into his body, Ping An has a feeling of not venting.

Because, as the heat wave continues to rise, there is nowhere to vent the qi and blood.

"It's so numb, how did I think of Feng Zi in our class. ”

Ping An felt like he was going crazy, and his head was full of obscene and vulgar images.

"It's so numb, I have a nosebleed, what's going on?"