Rainy night, pile stone lane.

The Winter Society's conspiracy has come to an end.

The candlelight went out, elongating a few black shadows, and the cliffs reflected on the old alley walls.

Several people had already gotten up, and in order to avoid suspicion, they left one after another.

Xia Qingyi took two steps forward, turned around again, and said, "Baihong Restaurant on the fireworks alley in Huxi, there is a good wine, why don't you go?"

Xia Ren shook his head lightly and said, "No." ”

The silent strong man didn't say much, and it was up to you and me to drink alcohol, otherwise people wouldn't be able to get to their hearts, and the taste of the wine they drank would be a little lighter.

So he arched his hand and said, "Then another day." ”

This strong man is honest and not bad. So Xia Ren nodded.

A few minutes later, he was the only one left at the round table at the end of the alley.

Xia Ren put on his original robe and lowered his hat.

Flicked his fingers to extinguish the flame of the silver candle that was about to burn out, and then turned around and carried the pot of wine on the table that had not yet been touched, and slowly walked out of the stone alley.

At the mouth of the alley, the drunkard was still lying down, as if because of the cold of the night, he curled up in a ball, holding a bamboo cane and a giant gourd in his arms.

Xia Ren's eyes narrowed, and he bent down and gently placed the pot of wine in his hand in front of the drunkard.

The white porcelain flask made a slight clatter on the ground, but the drunkard remained unresponsive, as if he had never woken up from drunkenness.

Xia Ren smiled, didn't care about him, and left the place quickly, and after a few equally dark paths, he came to the main road that was slightly brightly lit.

The side of the road was covered with lanterns with a faint orange light, and the rain shone brightly.

Xia Ren did not stop outside, but returned directly to Xia's house, returned to the house, took off his clothes, and sat down at the long green bamboo table by the window after a little cleaning.

Lighting a half-used candle, and in the light of the faint yellow flickering candle, he opened the transcript of the Tiger Roar's Basic Internal Strength Method.

The font of the manuscript is juanxiu, and I think it was copied by Su Ying.

At the beginning of the mental method, it is written: The breath is fleeting, and it runs for a week without pausing.

Take the trickle of gas and store it in the dantian, and become a stream for a long time. If the runoff is rushing, it is a river.

After that, pranayama, qi storage, and qi were recorded separately.

In the article on pranayama, what is described is the external environment, the breathing method.

It is nothing more than finding a quiet place, and through a long breath, you can enter a state of tranquility without being moved by external objects.

But there's also something special about it, which is that you need to incorporate a special way when you exhale.

Xia Ren tried it, and the feeling was a bit like a beast roaring, and as the breath was exhaled, a faint irritable aura grew in the bottom of his heart.

This irritability is like a seed buried deep in the soil, and like a poisonous snake that is quietly dormant and sleeping, which can only be detected by a person like Xia Ren who feels extremely powerful.

If you change someone who has not even started with internal strength, even if you have practiced for ten years, you may not be able to notice it.

And the irritable aura that had just grown in his heart was quickly drowned in the vast ocean of internal qi.

"This Tiger Villa seems to be a bit evil. Xia Ren held his chin and felt the sudden change in his body.

In the latter article, it is about gas storage.

Qi storage is to guide how to obtain the fleeting breath that naturally runs in the body, and it is stored in the dantian.

The reason is also very simple, the natural operation of Zhou Tian Qi has a beginning and an end, and when the old and the new are handed over, you can concentrate on taking out a qi and storing it in the dantian.

Further back, there is a description of the air river.

This section is quite strange, and it completely subverts Xia Ren's understanding of the human body.

Speaking of Qichuan, I have to talk about Zhou Tian first.

In the previous world, Zhou Tian meant that the internal qi circulated in the body along the second pulse of Rendu for one week.

And the Zhou Tian here is actually a kind of pseudo Zhou Tian that can be built by itself, that is, the accumulated internal force forms a strange path that circulates alone, and once a cycle is formed, it is a Qi River.

If such a cycle is not formed, even if the internal force is accumulated, it will be directly exhausted in one fist and one palm, and it will be like water without a source, only unable to enter and exit, and will be depleted by itself.

Only by forming such a gas river, which repeats itself in a cycle, can it be inexhaustible.

Xia Ren was shocked.

If he has not been able to grasp such a qi river, will he use more or less of the 1,680 years of pure internal force in his body?

He was a little worried, and looked more serious.

In fact, his concern was completely unnecessary.

Streams can be dried up, but the ocean is never said to be dry.

In the Tiger Roar Basic Internal Strength Method, the formation of the five qi rivers is described.

Because the pure and pure qi in his body was already like an ocean, Xia Ren first tried to mobilize his five-year skill to conduct the experiment.

"Hmm... The first trajectory seems simple. Xia Ren squinted his eyes and began to mobilize the breath in his body, and walked crookedly along the described trajectory.

About ten minutes, just as the beginning and end of the internal qi were about to be connected and circulated, there was a sudden slight vibration, and the internal qi broke apart, turned into mist, and rose from the dantian.

"Did you fail the first time?" Xia Ren's face was a little ugly.

He could feel that if he were someone else, the failure of this attempt would mean that his previous internal qi savings would be wasted.

The rising mist that turns into internal qi will gush directly out of the pores of the skin and turn into fine beads of sweat.

But he won't, because every pore is filled with internal qi...

The rise of the white mist means, at most, the transfer of internal qi...

It also means that he can keep failing.

"Hmm... It's the ninth time..."Xia Ren's face was pale, he originally felt good about himself, thinking that he was a martial arts wizard. But now, suddenly, he had a pitiful hallucination that his understanding was really low.

He thought of what Xia Ying said when she introduced this exercise.

"This technique works very quickly, and it can even allow people with mediocre qualifications to enter the first realm of the master of the inner family, the "Sichuan Realm", within three months, and then condense the first Qi River. ”

Even in the darkness and empty space, Xia Ren's face couldn't help but turn red.

But soon he said proudly: "Didn't you say three months, it's still early." ”

When he said this, he was still a little empty in his heart, and it would take at least a few weeks for others to accumulate internal qi just once, and then they could get a chance to condense qi.

Xia Ren stopped thinking and contemplated.

At the same time, he stopped the experiment, and his fingers tapped on the long green bamboo table in front of the candlelight, the sound was quite rhythmic, and the long shadow driven by his fingers was like a spider on the table.

While thinking about it, a thought suddenly came to my heart.

"This qi chuan is more like accurately controlling one's own internal force, which needs the source, that is, the place where the internal qi is stored, and returns to the starting point again after going around the fixed path, if there is a slight deviation, this trace of internal qi will disappear.

But if the internal qi of this source is inexhaustible, then even if you make a mistake ten times or a hundred times, there will always be a breath that will be correct. ”

Xia Ren's eyes lit up, this might be a good path.

So, with the idea that if you don't come soft, you will be hard, and suddenly started your two-hundred-year pure breath mode.

The internal qi in the body, which originally needed to be accurately controlled trajectory, suddenly rushed out like a wild horse that had been unleashed, and where it needed to be accurately controlled and detoured, it was directly exploded into a salute and headed in four or five directions.

The wrong direction is naturally to turn into a rising white mist, and the right direction is to accumulate and gallop.

In this way, after tossing and turning for half an hour, the first air river was finally handed over from end to end.

The candle on the green bamboo table was also extinguished at this time, and Xia Ren's face immersed in darkness showed a hint of a smile.

It worked.