The moon bends high in the night sky, and the Shi family is quiet.

In Wu Fan's room, Wu Fan took a shower, sat at the desk, and looked at the Nanmu jewelry box left by his mother dozens of times, but did not find anything abnormal.

The three things in the jewelry box were not familiar to him at all, the bracelet was worn by him when he was a child, and when he was five or six years old, he took it off because he thought that children were laughing at him. The doll was carved by his father, and the delicate notches have a hint of warmth every time they are touched.

There is no pattern on the six sides of the jewelry box, the wooden tenon is connected, no damage and no gaps, the workmanship is very ordinary, except for the thin wall of the plug cover, the dragon and phoenix with shells on it are auspicious patterns, the rest of the wooden boards are thicker, and it is a whole piece of wood, the surface is the most natural texture of mahogany, and there will never be any secrets.

Holding the box to his ear, Wu Fan flicked his fingers twice on each board, all of which made a "boom" crisp sound unique to real solid wood after being struck, and there seemed to be no sandwich layer.

He didn't know how many times he had seen the three things in the box, and he never felt anything special. But he still picked them up one by one and put them under the lamp to examine them carefully.

After Wu Fan's eyes mutated, this was the first time he had looked at three objects so seriously. In the past, he used to look at it with normal eyes, and naturally he couldn't see anything strange, but now he wants to try to see what special effect the mutated eyes have on stationary objects.

Sitting on the chair, the body is completely relaxed, abandoning distracting thoughts, and the intention is to dantian.

Obviously, the true qi mixed with gas and liquid in the dantian has changed significantly compared to the proportion of the people who came to the East China Sea, and the liquefaction ratio of sixty percent has now increased a lot, and a rough estimate shows that it is eighty percent! Moreover, in the center of the dantian, I don't know when a cyclone formed. The cyclone rotated slowly, and all the true qi flowing into the dantian was attracted by the cyclone, and then liquefied into a crystal clear liquid at the bottom of the cyclone and stored in the dantian.

In just a few days, the liquefaction ratio exceeded the accumulation of a year in the mountain city, which made Wu Fan not surprised.

My mother had said that cultivating True Qi could not be achieved overnight, it was a long and gradual process, and there were no shortcuts other than diligent cultivation.

However, in the past ten days, Wu Fan would continue to practice for an hour every night at the beginning, and the cultivation time was not much. And he was injured once in those days, and he lost a lot of money, and in those days at the Pudong Police Shooting Center, because Zhou Weiguo lived with him, he didn't practice properly, but now he has changed drastically for no reason, which can't help but make Wu Fan wonder.

"What is the reason for this, and how did this cyclone form?"

In his heart, Wu Fan carefully revisited the changes in his body these days, and found that since he felt the gray mysterious gas appear after that injury, his eyes had mutated a few days later, and his body was much more comfortable than before, just thinking about other things, and didn't care.

Now that I think about it, it must have been the mysterious gray gas that caused the changes in the dantian.

Because of the existence of the cyclone, even if he didn't cultivate, his true qi would be introduced into the dantian

Thinking of the gray gas, he once again looked into every corner of his body with his mind, but was disappointed that the gray mysterious gas was still nowhere to be found.

However, he could also verify the second inference, for which Wu Fan withdrew from the cultivation state and only left his mind on the dantian.

Sure enough, he felt as if there was a true qi magnet in the dantian, and even if he didn't run the nameless exercises, the true qi was slowly being attracted into the dantian, whether it was sitting or walking...... Or do anything else, the cyclone is always there, and the resulting true qi inhalation is also going on without interruption. If you add the time for the condensation and liquefaction of the compressed true qi, this attraction speed is not slower than when Wu Fan was cultivating before

True Qi can also be strengthened without cultivation, and True Qi is directly liquefied through the cyclone, eliminating the difficult process of compressing the condensate.

"Is Mother's word wrong?"

"If you want to succeed in cultivating this qigong, you have to practice diligently every day for decades without interruption before it is possible. Otherwise, it would be impossible for True Qi to run into your dantian by itself. Never, and you will not be an exception. ”

This sentence was the original words that his mother said when she was teaching him nameless qigong, but this sentence is no longer applicable to the current Wu Fan.

Wu Fan has never had any doubts about his mother's words since he was a child, whether it is dealing with people or practicing nameless qigong, he has strictly followed his mother's words, and has never crossed the thunder pool by half a step. The facts are in front of him, and Wu Fan can't believe it.

Wu Fan walked around the room for more than a dozen laps, and in the end he could only judge himself that this was a special case.

The existence of the cyclone is not only that, when Wu Fan runs the exercises of the Nameless Qigong, the cyclone will also accelerate, and the true qi inhaled will be more at that time. Moreover, he can use his mind to incorporate the true qi in the nine meridians into the cyclone and accelerate its liquefaction.

In this way, Wu Fan estimated that within a month, all the true qi in his body would be liquefied, so that he could truly enter the middle of the fourth layer of the nameless qigong, and systematically accumulate the liquefied true qi, and move towards the fourth layer of perfection.

Don't think about it, it's a good sign.

Wu Fan sat down again, and while running the True Qi, he went to observe the cyclone, which was not too big.

However, the mind could not penetrate it at all, and was blocked from the cyclone by a mysterious energy, let alone studied its internal composition.

But after a few "touches", Wu Fan had the same feeling for the gray mysterious substance.

"Could it be because of the gray gas...... Hey, if only my mother could be sober and around, I could ask her even more. ”

At this time, Wu Fantai wanted to have a master by his side to answer his questions, but in the three years since his mother's brain was confused, he had to find answers to all his questions by himself.

After thinking about it, I couldn't get an answer to convince myself, so I simply gave up.

If he can't figure it out, he won't think about it for a while, he believes that as time goes by, after he comes into contact with more things, the more knowledge he has, and sooner or later he will get the answer, and now it is important to find the mysterious things that his mother said.

Getting up and drinking a cup of freshly squeezed oranges, Wu Fan turned his attention to the four items left by his mother on the table.

In his thoughts, a gossamer-like true qi was guided out of the dantian, walked through the Ren vein, passed through the twelve-story building, and entered the eyes.

There was a slight tingling, the eye sockets were instantly moist, a feeling of soreness reappeared, and more and more tears flowed.

After experiencing several mutations on the shooting range in the past few days, Wu Fan has been mentally prepared for this change. But if you have to cry every time, if you are found by others, you will think that he is a little boy who loves to cry, and he is very faceless. It's not a good sign. The previous few times he hadn't had time to explore the process and subtleties of this mutation, tonight was just the right time, and he was ready to find a way to solve this phenomenon. Even if it can't be solved, find a way to cover it up to avoid people from finding out.

As the impact of the true air flow continued to increase, Wu Fan burst into tears.

His vision became clearer and clearer, and at the same time, Wu Fan released his mental power, wrapped the four items on the table, and scanned the latter into his brain to enlarge the study.

This ability was something that Wu Fan had just had, and under the inspiration of his mind, he wanted to find out how the four items were different from what they looked like to the naked eye.

The wood grain texture on the jewelry box is twisted and twisted, and each line records the vicissitudes of time;

That bundle of hair was his fetal hair, and looking at it, Wu Fan had a feeling of flesh and blood;

The appearance of the puppet is the image of her mother when she was young, with a thin face, a firm nose bridge, and persistent eyes, which makes her seem so resolute.

Looking at his mother's sculpture, the corners of Wu Fan's mouth naturally grinned, and he whispered playfully.

"Don't worry, I'll find it!"

Muttering, he turned his gaze to the last one—the bell bracelet.

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Jinling Road is located next to the Yan'an Road Elevated Road in Huangpu District, which used to be the famous Liuma Road in the old Donghai and was a typical place at that time. In the past, the red bricks of the three- and four-storey buildings here have weathered due to decades of wind and rain, and the surface looks mottled. Now, this is a famous musical instrument street in the East China Sea, where large and small Chinese and Western musical instruments are all sold, and from time to time you can see some young people with very character carrying musical instrument boxes on the street.

The Huangpu District Public Security Bureau is located on this street, and across the street is a Western musical instrument store, Jinsen Musical Instrument Collection.

Twenty years ago, the owner of this musical instrument shop used to be a member of the Donghai Light Music Troupe, and later went abroad to study violin, and returned to China five years later to open this musical instrument store, which operates musical instruments produced by major foreign manufacturers.

At this time, the business of the whole street is closed, and adjacent to it, the People's Square and Nanjing Road in the north, the Huangpu River Bund in the east, the Yunnan Road Food Street in the west, and the Huaihai Road Xintiandi in the south are all lively at this time. Only this street is very quiet, occasionally a few cars whizzing by, there are few pedestrians, and the porch of the Huangpu branch is lit by two dim lights, and the whole road is deserted.

At this time, a silver-gray business taxi stopped at the entrance of the alley adjacent to the Jinsen Musical Instrument Complex.

The door opened, and three men got out of the car.

The three men looked very ordinary, wearing the most common dark T-shirts, dark pants and a pair of black casual leather shoes, but the three were not short, a slightly shorter, thin and slightly white-skinned man exceeded 1.8 meters, and the tallest one was a slightly darker-skinned, round-faced fat man who was more than two meters tall.

As soon as the tall man got out of the car, he glanced at the door of the Huangpu branch on one side with his characteristic small eyes, and after the car drove away, he made an ok gesture, and the slightly shorter man was already standing in the shadow of a column, and also made a gesture, and the young man in the center walked into the alley, and the other two followed.

On the back door of the Kanesen Musical Instrument Gallery is a poster of a stadium concert in which a young girl is playing the piano, and a long string of staves flies above the piano, and a string of notes is marked on the stave.

The middle-aged man stood in the doorway, glanced at a string of notes on the staff, raised his hand and struck out five rhythmic sounds evenly on the door according to the third measure of the score.

Soon, the door was opened, and a beautiful woman of twenty-three or fourteen years old opened the door, flashed to the side, let the three men outside the door enter the house, looked up and went out of the door, looked around a few times, and then closed the back door.

"Cai Ling, where is Xiao Jin?" The middle-aged man walked forward, throwing his backpack on the sofa and walking towards a wall on the side.

In front of the wall is a piano table, on which is a dulcimer covered with a red cloth.

The middle-aged man uncovered the red flannel and plucked it a few times on the qinxuan.

As the melodious sound of the piano sounded, there was a clicking sound on the walls.

With a loud sound, a two-meter-high and one-meter-wide door appeared on the wall......

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