As soon as the five spirit gathering pills entered his abdomen, they immediately turned into a huge spiritual energy, impacting Chen Mo's dantian.

The unprecedented pain was like a tide, and it enveloped Chen Mo in an instant.

Beads of sweat dripped from the corners of Chen Mo's forehead, and even his legs began to tremble.

"The meridians are not damaged, it doesn't matter!, come on..."Chen Mo gritted his teeth, mobilized this aura, and began to rush towards the node.

Gradually, more than half of the nodes were consumed, and the aura was used up again...

Then come five more, Chen Mo's expression was calm, completely ignoring that the clothes on his body had been completely soaked by sweat, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of water.

There was less than a quarter of the node left, and the sky was already faintly blue, and the heaviest night was about to fade.

Five more... At this time, Chen Mo's meridians had begun to appear a little cracked, after all, he had repeatedly withstood the most extreme impacts, and no matter how strong his meridians were, they had already begun to be unable to withstand it.

But Chen Mo couldn't take care of these anymore, his meridians were injured, so it was a big deal to spend some time recuperating and breaking through the level of the third layer of qi training was too important for Chen Mo today.

Fortunately, the last five spirit gathering pills entered the abdomen, and finally broke through the twenty-fourth node, just as Chen Mo expected, the speed of the spiritual power in his body accelerated by three layers at the moment when the node was rushed away, and there was no stagnation at all, and the nine meridians communicated with each other, becoming one, like a melting pot.

The small level of the third layer of qi training - breaking through, Chen Mo officially entered the fourth layer of qi training.

At this time, the aura from the outside world quickly entered the body, and the empty dantian was instantly filled, and it was constantly refined and removed from impurities before turning into Chen Mo's own spiritual power.

This new spiritual power is more refined and condensed than the spiritual power in his body, Chen Mo's heart moved, he endured the pain of the broken meridians, and then ran the spiritual power in his body along the meridians, and after a week, the original spiritual power was refined by one-third, and at this time, his body was completely filled with the refined spiritual power, and the foundation became stronger.

Chen Mo was very pleased with this, although this third and fourth layers of Qi cultivation was a small pass on the Xiuzhen Road, it was also a stepping stone to this road!

In order to stabilize the realm, Chen Mo swallowed three more spirit gathering pills, and after these three spirit gathering pills were also refined into new spiritual power, and after the dantian was filled again, Chen Mo completely reaped the merits.

At this time, it was not yet dawn, but Chen Mo sat on the bamboo bed for a cup of tea before he dared to move his body slowly and stood up slowly.

The pain in the body like a knife cut is much more painful than the last time I rushed through the node.

The meridians were damaged, but fortunately, they had not completely broken, and Chen Mo estimated that he would have to recuperate for at least half a month and not be able to cultivate.

In this way, let's take advantage of this time to refine some more spirit gathering pills and save them, and the spirit valley in the spirit field is also about to harvest, so take more effort, if you can achieve an excellent result on the Spirit Festival, presumably the master will also be pleased.

Thinking like this, Chen Mo endured the pain and boiled a bowl of pulse nourishing liquid for himself, and the materials were three points more than before.

After drinking a bowl of thick pulse nourishing liquid, Chen Mofang felt a lot better, and it only took two months to break through the third layer of qi cultivation and reach the fourth layer, which was already comparable to a genius in the sect.

Such a speed is certainly supported by a large number of resources, but the suffering of Chen Mo's cultivation and his daily hard work are also the reasons for this.

As other cultivators, not to mention bearing it, it is difficult to imagine it.

But Chen Mo did not regret choosing such a radical way to cultivate, the shadow of the destruction of the village enveloped him like a big cloud, making him anxious and uneasy, he always felt that something bigger might happen in the future, and now he was too weak.

When the pain in the meridians gradually dissipated, Chen Mo took a deep breath, only to find that the originally fragrant bamboo and wooden house was actually filled with a foul smell.

Take a closer look, it turns out that after breaking through the small level, the impurities in the body have been partially trained by spiritual power, and the gray is covered with a layer on the surface of the body, and the stench is coming from it.

Endured the exhaustion, Chen Mo called a few buckets of well water to heat up, and comfortably soaked in a hot bath in the bath bucket, thinking that this bath bucket was bought, this was the first time he really used it for bathing like this.

After a hot bath, the exhaustion became even more overwhelming, Chen Mo couldn't stay up any longer, wiped his body indiscriminately, put on a shirt, and almost rushed to the bamboo bed and fell asleep.

Who would have thought that this young man was so in order to cultivate, and he hadn't even slept once since he returned to his hometown.

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With a heavy snowfall in early February, it is the secular Spring Festival of the year that has arrived.

Three pillars of fragrance, a pot of turbid wine, a few bowls of tribute, a plate of dumplings, Chen Mo stood on the edge of the cliff at the edge of the valley, letting the wind blow and snow fall, and in a blink of an eye, he was covered with snow.

Mourning to the depths was speechless, Chen Mo thought that in this memorial, he would have a lot of words to say to the deceased villagers, but in the end, it was just a speechless.

Behind him, there was the sound of steady footsteps, and the sound of stepping on the snow 'crunch' and 'crunch' carried a peculiar rhythm.

Chen Mo didn't look back, he also knew that it was the senior brother who came, and Chen Mo was already familiar with this kind of rhythmic footsteps.

"Early in the morning, why are you here?" Ye Piaoling saw the sacrifice in front of Chen Mo, but he didn't ask who Chen Mo was paying tribute to.

In his heart, if Chen Mo was willing to say, he would definitely have told him a long time ago.

"Senior brother, don't you know? Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve. Chinese New Year's Eve, you always have to eat something good, wear something good, and have some pocket money. Chen Mo said calmly, took out a few stacks of paper money from the burden next to his hand and lit them, stood up again, and threw a stack of paper money towards the bottom of the cliff.

The white paper money mixed with the falling snow drifted away, bringing a sense of sorrow on this lonely cliff, and it was never that I was afraid of it, but that I had nothing to think about.

Ye Piaoling didn't respond anything, but with a wave of his hand, a strong wind hit, blowing down the snow on Chen Mo's body.

"The snow melted on my body, it was cold. Since it's the New Year, don't treat yourself so coldly. ”

A trace of emotion flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, and he suddenly asked, "Senior brother, what did you eat for the New Year when you were a child?"

Ye Piaoling frowned, but his eyes were rarely sad: "I don't remember much." My parents went too early, but I only remembered the aroma of the broth. ”

"Where's the dumplings?" Chen Mo asked.

"I haven't eaten it. Ye Piaoling shook his head slightly.

Chen Mooran, he has been poor since he was a child, and he can only eat dumplings during the New Year, but the villagers spoil him, and the dumplings are full on the night of the New Year, and later he learned that in the whole village, he is the only one who can eat dumplings during the New Year.

Now in comparison, the senior brother was obviously more bitter when he was a child, Chen Mo was sad to hear it, and couldn't help but say: "The senior brother happened to pack some, if the senior brother doesn't dislike it, let's have a dumpling together today." ”

Ye Piaoling smiled, still holding the broken sword in his arms, nodded slightly, but said in his mouth: "Then let's eat dumplings." I would also like to stop by and tell you about the Soul Day and the Spirit Plant Boy Competition. ”