Phantom desert sand sea, green sea.

At the end of a plain full of life, the path of the green carpet is blocked by low hills, and behind the hills are endless mountains, undulating and unbelievable. And these hills are just small hills bulging up on the green carpet of the plains in ancient times, the short ones are only two or three zhang, and the high ones are only about twenty zhang, and there are only a few big trees on the hills, and more are still weeds several feet high.

Near the edge of the green carpet of the grassland, on the back of a hill more than ten zhang high, there is a steep slope, and the section near the top of the hill is a steep ridge two zhang high. Under the cover of the thick tall grass, it didn't look abnormal, but at this moment the tall grass suddenly shook.

Suddenly, a piece of tall grass suddenly grew a lot taller, and then suddenly parted to both sides, which was very surprising. Then, a black pom-pom ball the size of a basketball popped up...... It is the human head, then the arms, the back, and the lower body.

This person came out and did not stand up directly, but listened to the surrounding movements, and only after feeling that he was okay did he get up quietly, picked up the blades of grass with both hands, and quietly observed the situation in the distance, and then slowly stood up.

A young man, scholarly, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a pair of broad ears, covered in green grass clothes, and behind the sword, it was the dragon side.

Two months ago, he worked hard to dig the huge 'Que Feng Grass', and spent two full hours digging a big pit nearly a zhang deep, the roots of the spirit grass had just come to an end, and the roots were soaking in a small puddle, and the same countless thin roots surrounded and wrapped the taproot, forming a round ball. Long Fang picked up the storage bag, looked at the few 'seedlings' he had obtained earlier, and then closed his eyes and aimed at the huge spirit grass, and gently uncovered the seal sealing of the storage bag. Long Fang was afraid that this small storage bag would not be able to hold such a large behemoth, so he closed his eyes and prayed while chanting the mantra.

I felt that my palms trembled slightly, and Long Fang was happy in his heart: It's done. When I opened my eyes, the huge 'Que Fengcao' was indeed gone. This small bag is really a god, Long Fang turned over and over again and began to study the small storage bag, but after playing with it for a long time, except for a few simple lines on the bag, he did not find any eyebrows. When Long Fang was about to put the few 'seedlings' he got in the desert again, the moment for him to grin came, these few trees did not move at all, and after careful study, he found nothing, and Long Fang could only comfort himself: the storage bag was full!

Looking at the seedlings with golden oval leaves, Long Fang was reluctant to keep his lips, but he had to endure the pain. In addition to regretting, Long Fang's eyes lit up, and he planted these seedlings separately in the huge pit of the huge 'Que Feng Grass', this place is full of vitality, I believe that in a few years, there will be a few more huge spiritual grasses here. As for the others, Long Fang could only touch them lovingly and then give up, and warned himself: Don't be too greedy.

Hunger urged him to take action, so in desperation, Long Fang found a few unknown plants, turned out the rhizomes, and used a sterling silver hairpin to test whether it was poisonous, and then went to the small lake to wash it clean, and then chewed it carefully with the salt in the cloth bag.

An hour later, Long Fang, who had been recuperating his luck a little, was refreshed, but he remembered his father's illness, and was secretly anxious, planning to go home. The surroundings were vast, and there was a sea of green, which made Long Fang dizzy for a while, and in desperation, he had to rely on the memories of his previous arrival to embark on the way home.

Unfortunately, memories are just memories after all.

After walking for more than ten days, there was still a vast green sea, how could there be the shadow of the yellow sand of Laoshizi, and the completely dizzy Long Fang had to look around, although he was cautious on the way, he still met some ordinary fierce beasts. The beast thought: Finally there is meat to eat, quack.

Who eats whom?!

Since then, the dragon has easily shuttled through the endless green sea, wild fruits, grass roots, animal meat, lakes, and animal skins have become his frequent customers, and tree tops, caves, and dense grass have become his couches. On the boring and depressed road, what can cheer up the dragon party is some strange things, as long as you can enter the eyes of the law, you will collect a part of it and put it into the fur satchel you created. He had also seen the bones of two giant beasts, which shocked him.

Every time in addition to looking for a way out, it is hard to practice, this place is full of vitality, and cultivation is also twice the result with half the effort, he has reached the consummation realm, he only feels that the dantian qi sea has reached the limit, in the dark, a depressed feeling in his mind is getting stronger and stronger, I want to explode, but I can't find an outlet.

Dozens of days later, the wandering dragon found this plain, and saw at a glance that these hills were excellent hiding places, and after careful study, he chose this treasure land at this moment, dug a deep hole, covered the hole tightly, covered the fur, and slept comfortably for two days. The cave is backed by a steppe, with a panoramic view of the mountains, and a clear source of food.

After that, after the dragon party expanded the cave **, he dug a hidden side chamber for meditation. Ever since I watched the wolf demon fight with the unknown human monk in the desert, a thought of becoming more and more powerful has become more and more in my heart.

After the internal force could not advance in the slightest, the dragon turned his direction to tempering the state of mind.

'The mind is the mind, the body is the form, the form is unintentional, the form has no strength, the intention is invisible, the mind becomes empty!'

'The form and meaning are accommodating, and enlightenment is the foundation; the avenue is three thousand, and enlightenment becomes an immortal. ’

Sitting quietly on the animal skin, Long Fang's legs were crossed, his eyes were slightly closed, and the ten fingers of his hands were naturally superimposed as one, gradually entering the realm of selflessness.

First, a trace of true qi is transferred from the sea of qi, starting from the lower dantian, passing through the perineum, along the spine and the three passes of the tail, the spine and the jade pillow, to the top of the head mud pill, and then from the two ears and cheeks to the tip of the tongue, connecting with the Ren pulse, and returning the dantian along the middle of the chest and abdomen. And then another little week.

Seven small weeks later, a big week began. Long Fang exhaled a long breath, licked his tongue and palate, and the qi sank into the dantian, and the lower abdomen bulged up, and then the qi sank to the perineum, divided into two strands along the inner side of the big and lower legs, and went straight down to the spring acupoint in the heart of the foot. Inhale again, the lower abdomen will contract, the tongue licks the palate, to lead the qi, starting from the center of the foot, along the small and outer thighs back to the perineum, and then levator the anus, the qi along the pulse of the three levels, up to the top of the head, and then along the front of the ears to the front of the two sides, meet at the tip of the tongue. One breath and one breath, it is natural, from the Parkway to the spring, the cycle repeats, and the Great Zhou Tiangong is completed.

After the exercise, Long Fang only felt that Zhou's body was extremely comfortable, after all, the abundance of vitality in this mysterious region had greatly benefited him, and even wild fruits and lake water could lift his spirits. And this land, I usually feel that I know a lot about the Qingchuan Continent, but I have never heard of it, and there has never been a word in the ancient books.

Every time he entered a meditative state, Long Fang felt more and more that the top of his head always seemed to be a big bowl buckled, and his body seemed to be bound by chains, with no brute force but nowhere to vent. Over time, that feeling grew stronger, and the desire to break out of the shackles became stronger.