Ah Hong led Cheng Yun to a long-abandoned courtyard, pulled her to the roof, and explained Yin Yuehua's cultivation?33?? Essentials. Ah Hong taught three or four times, but Cheng Yun couldn't learn it, Mu Ne was clumsy, and he would only laugh stupidly when he was scolded.

The student is too stupid, and Ah Hong is bored.

"Look at you, you don't look smart, you just have to look good, and you don't practice. ”

After speaking, he threw down Cheng Yun and sat cross-legged to concentrate on cultivation.

Cheng Yun stood in the moonlight, staring at her blankly.

In a moment, Ah Hong suddenly opened her eyes, flew up and kicked Cheng Yun off the roof, laughing unbridled and arrogant, like a mischievous child.

The ghost has no weight, and Cheng Yun falls into the grass, feeling no pain or itching.

It's a pity that there is no moonlight in this grass, and you have to rely on a comb to keep warm.

Maybe Ah Hong did it on purpose, but Cheng Yun is not really stupid. She paced slowly into the moonlight, in a daze, pondering the cultivation methods of the Ah Hong Sect. She remembered everything she should remember, and she knew everything she should have mastered, but whether Ah Hong hid or tampered with the content, only Ah Hong knows.

Cheng Yun wants to follow Ah Hong, she must pretend to be stupid, she wants to live, she must cultivate!

At dawn, Ah Hong pulled Cheng Yun's sleeve and floated to the shade of the back mountain, and said impatiently: "Don't run around, you will be scattered if you are illuminated by the sun!"

After speaking, he turned into smoke and went into the bone altar to rest.

There was no corpse bone altar of Cheng Yun in the crypt, and there were no other ghosts in sight, Cheng Yun squatted honestly for a while, and looked around with the corner of his eye.

The total number of bone jars is eighty-three, fifty-nine are complete, and the rest are damaged, and the material and shape of the jars are basically the same, and they are burned in the same batch.

Ah Hong's corpse bone altar was placed separately, in addition to her, there were four other altars that received special treatment, one of which was covered with bright silk, and the location was the most yin qi of the earth. This jar does not belong to grandma, and he is by no means the same as Ah Hong.

The remaining three jars, two of which should be the two maids on the left and right who are jealous of Ah Hong, in the end it is not clear who it is, but its owner is undoubtedly of the same status as Ah Hong.

Leaving aside the five ghosts of Ah Hong, the jar was divided into three batches.

One batch was broken and piled haphazardly in the corner, one batch was neatly arranged in the number of twenty-three, and the third batch was densely packed together in one piece, numbering thirty-one, the same number as the translucent human figures in the pool of blood.

"Grandma's little ghosts are twenty-three?" Cheng Yun thought of the ghost maids who served grandma.

"If yes, everyone has a bone altar, why don't I?"

"Yes, I died of the epidemic, according to my orders before my death, the body will be buried with ashes, no need to put a coffin or ashes altar to bury, I am afraid that people who will do my funeral will not be able to find my ashes. ”

Cheng Yun thought of Ah Wan who he didn't know, but knew his name.

Could it be that Awan is a ghost in a deserted house?

Cheng Yun worked hard to dig into his memory and found that there were indeed some things in his memory that he didn't know from origin.

Ah Wan is just one of them, she also knows a method of refining qi and cultivating, the content is more profound and subtle than Ah Hongjiao, and it is as obscure as a book from heaven to read, and it is difficult to understand the truth.

Cheng Yun was not afraid to try, sat cross-legged, and carefully observed the qi refining recipe that appeared in his mind.

This qi refining recipe has no name, and it tells her at the beginning:

Cultivation is not encouraged against the heavens, including people, once all things in heaven and earth begin to practice, the first thing they lose is the qualification to enter reincarnation, no matter how they cultivate in the future, what they achieve, after death, their souls will be scattered, and everything will return to heaven and earth.

Qi refining recipe is reasonable,

Cheng Yun was given two choices: she wanted to enter reincarnation, recited the mantra to summon the bull-headed horse to her, and they would send her to reincarnate and ensure that she would be reincarnated in a wealthy and noble family;

"The human world is like a pot of oil, heaven and earth are like a furnace, reincarnation fights with people, and cultivation fights with heaven. I'm tired of fighting people. Cheng Yun crossed the formula and looked at the next paragraph.

This passage still persuades her to turn back, and it describes a story:

A group of monks found an ownerless cave, three people were killed by the means left by the owner of the cave, four people were seriously injured and dying, and the remaining seven people were fighting for treasures, killing four seriously injured people and then starting a fight, and finally only one person was left alive, but he was not happy for long before he was killed by a sword of a high-level monk, and all the treasures were snatched away.

At the end of the story, there is a summary, saying that the immortal road is dangerous, and if you choose to practice, killing people and grabbing treasures is just ordinary.

Cheng Yun shook his head and said in his heart: "They are at least fighting for themselves and dying for themselves." It wasn't that she was beaten to death by her husband for no reason, she wasn't killed by "giving birth to a son", and she wasn't forced to die by "chastity".

Further down is the practice mantra, which explains the benefits and disadvantages of practice: this method needs to introduce yang energy into the body to wash the marrow, because the ghost body belongs to yin, and it cannot touch yang energy, and if you can't hold on, you may burn your body with yang fire, and your soul will be scattered.

Cheng Yun can be regarded as the writer of this qi refining formula.

In order to prevent her from cultivating, the temptation is not changed and the scare is not successful, and the scare is not successful, if the cultivation is really so terrible, what did he write this qi refining recipe for future generations?

The thoughts of the ancestors, Cheng Yun does not understand for the time being.

According to the guidance of the Qi Refining Formula, Cheng Yun meditated and concentrated, silently recited the method in his heart, exhaled it in a long breath, and then swallowed it in.

This breath is the yang qi mentioned in the Qi Refining Technique, it was warm at the beginning, a little hot, and when it entered the body, it suddenly turned into a scorching fire, and the sharp pain that seemed to be burning all over the body instantly overwhelmed Cheng Yun's consciousness, so painful that she didn't even dare to breathe.

Without it, it hurts so much!

It hurts countless times more than the extreme cold that leaves the pool of blood!

Cheng Yun remembered the fate that she couldn't hold onto, and tried her best not to faint, sweating all over, and when the severe pain disappeared, she cheered up and inhaled the second breath of yang qi and continued to practice.

If other monks can persevere, why can't she?

What others can do, of course she can do!

If others can't do it, put in ten times the effort and sweat, and if you can't do it, then twenty times, thirty times!

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and Cheng Yun was about to inhale the third breath of yang energy, when suddenly a demon wind swept in, turning into a beautiful girl in her twenties. She wore an impeccable dress with impeccable tailoring and embroidery, the pattern of the skirt was the same as the silk on the corpse altar, her waist was slender, her skin was fair and delicate, her black hair was like a waterfall, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, and her smile was clear, like a fairy in a painting.

"Are you still awake?" the girl saw Cheng Yun, grinned toothily, innocent and innocent like the dragon girl beside the Bodhisattva, her eyes were full of worry and distress, "Look at your appearance, you were accidentally injured by yang energy, right? ”

Cheng Yun wants to lead yang qi to cleanse the marrow and cultivate, how can he squat to a place where yin qi is strong.

She shook her head.

"Is there a ghost embarrassing you?Jia'er?A-Hong?General?Or Xiaoning?" The girl misunderstood Cheng Yun's meaning, and said upside down, "Who do you say, see if I don't break his altar!"

Cheng Yun blinked, pointed to the jar on the ground, and then pointed to himself, waving his hand.

The girl suddenly said: "Oh, it turns out that you are the ghost without an altar, when Grandma brought you back, I was watching from the side, I didn't expect you to wake up so soon! My name is Xie Huan, you are squatting next to me to recuperate, I won't scold you, if you don't dare...... Forget it, wear this!"

She pulled out the hairpin and inserted it into Cheng Yun's hair, yawned, and went into the corpse bone altar to rest.

The hairpin is a treasure, and the moment it is put on, it isolates the scorching yang energy, stabilizes Cheng Yun's soul, and slowly heals the burns she has been left by the yang energy.

It's a pity that this treasure is not what Cheng Yun needs.

She put it back on the silk jar, said thank you in her heart, thought about it, and covered the hairpin with silk.

Returning to the original place, Cheng Yun sat back, swallowed a large mouthful of yang qi into her abdomen, endured severe pain and struggled to cleanse the ghost yin body, wisps of fishy sweet and rancid blood mist were expelled, and her soul became weaker and weaker.

After sunset, night falls.

Ah Hong floated out of the urn, yawned and stretched, and glanced at Cheng Yun: "You didn't sleep during the day?"

Cheng Yun didn't feel sleepy, and was busy washing the marrow, of course he didn't sleep.

Ah Hong didn't get an answer, pursed her lips boringly, and saw that there was something on Xie Huan's ash jar, a pair of apricot eyes widened, and her tone was sour: "Grandma is really eccentric, just give her good things, I don't want to give it to me no matter how I ask for it!"

Cheng Yun said in her heart, I am grandma, and I also like simple Xie Huan.

Ah Hong dragged Cheng Yun out of the crypt, went to the mountains to pick flowers to dress herself up beautifully, and didn't practice lazily until midnight. Before practicing, Ah Hong didn't forget to teach Yun to practice, and found that Cheng Yun was still stupid and stupid, and she couldn't learn anything, so she kicked her again.

Cheng Yun returned to the moonlight and stayed comfortably.

There are three differences between the cultivation method taught by Ah Hong yesterday and the one taught today, and I don't know if it is intentional or unintentional, but the Qi refining technique is more suitable for her.

At the ugly moment, a familiar female ghost came to visit the door, Cheng Yun remembered that this was the maid on her grandmother's left hand, and the ghost maids treated her kinder than the maid on her right.

Ah Hong, who was on the roof, found that the guest was coming, and when she opened her eyes, her tone was not very good: "Grandma is looking for me?"

"It's not. Xiao Ning said, she pointed at Cheng Yun, "You didn't teach her to practice?"

Ah Hong said: "She's stupid, she can't learn." ”

Xiao Ning frowned and said, "Then be patient and teach her until she learns to cultivate." ”

Ah Hong took a sip: "Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back! Hurry up and leave if there's nothing else to do, let's go!"

Xiao Ning said: "Grandma hopes that you will take her well, and her benefits will give you two points in the future." ”

Ah Hong disliked: "Two points are so little! It's not rare! Let's go! Leave immediately! I'm annoyed when I see you!"

Xiao Ning didn't leave, came to Cheng Yun and asked, "Are you following me?"

"You still ask her!" Cheng Yun didn't answer, Ah Hong shouted loudly, picked up the tile and wanted to smash Xiao Ning, "Don't follow! Don't follow! No one but me! Xiao Ning, you still don't leave, I jumped down and fought with you!"

Xiao Ning, who was not welcomed, had to leave.

After another half an hour, the second female ghost came to the door, dodging and dodging, but did not let Cheng Yun see her face. She muttered in Ah Hong's ear for half a quarter of an hour, then came to watch Cheng Yun again, and soon disappeared into the shadows.

The eastern sky lit up, and Ah Hong caught a black scorpion and brought it into the crypt.

There are only corpse bone altars in the crypt, and there are no ghosts in sight.

Ah Hong carried the black scorpion, opened a corpse bone altar and sealed it in, gave Cheng Yun a warning look, sneered twice, and went into the altar to sleep.

In the blink of an eye, noon came.

Xie Huan, who was wearing a garland on his head, came back quietly, and when he saw Cheng Yun, he made a grimace and grinned again, and said, "Are you suffering from insomnia like Yang Yuanwai?" I heard that you are a little stupid, and you are so weak, you will disperse as soon as the wind blows, you have to work hard to cultivate!"

Cheng Yun smiled back.

Xie Huan smiled again and praised sincerely: "You are so good-looking! You should smile more!"

After speaking, a fierce man plunged into the corpse bone altar, and no sound came out.

The bone altar containing the black scorpion was silent for a moment, and the black scorpion squirmed again.

Cheng Yun listened but didn't listen, and cultivated seriously.

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