At night, around the time when Zichou intersected, seeing that Mr. Xia and Miao Hall Master were both asleep, Mo Yan quietly got up and meditated cross-legged.

As before, the Yin and Liver meridians of the foot and the foot were first reflected, the big toe was hot, and a trace of warm air flowed slowly up along the dorsum of the foot to the pubic bone at the base of the thigh. Immediately afterwards, there was another hot breath from the little toe to the center of the foot Yongquan point, and then through the heel, the calf, thigh to the tailbone under the long strong point, the buttocks were hot. Mo Yan knew that this was the role of the Foot Shao Yin and Kidney Meridian that followed, and the true medicine Huangjia.

On the stone wall, it is said that the boy's yang essence is retrograde and cultivates the truth, but the essence is something that only adults have, and they are only thirteen or fourteen years old, how can they have the essence to retrograde. After thinking about it, I still don't care about it, and force these two qi to go retrograde first.

Mo Yan took a deep breath, and forced his true qi to vent with his mind, and with an "ah", there was a sudden pain in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but scream.

At this moment, in the dark corner, there was a faint voice from the Miao Hall Master: "You are wrong, you will go crazy like this." ”

Mo Yan was taken aback: "Uncle Miao, you haven't slept yet." ”

"Well, I didn't say anything when I saw you meditating," the Miao Hall Master said slowly, "Mo Yan, where did you learn the evil sect luck method?"

"This is what a mountain man who knows how to heal taught me. Mo replied that he didn't want to talk about the cave.

"If you want to learn qigong, you must recognize the authenticity, otherwise if you go astray, you will hurt your body if you are big, and if you are small, your efforts will be wasted. ”

"What does that look like authentic?" Mo Yan asked.

Master Miao explained: "There are five qigongs in the world, such as Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, medicine and martial arts, Taoism cultivates immortals, Buddhism cultivates Zen, Confucianism cultivates the body, doctors control qi to cure diseases, and martial arts internal and external qigong focuses on fighting. As for the authentic Taoist Buddhism, its skills can be used for both self-cultivation and healing, and can be used for fighting. ”

I don't know if the qi practice method on the stone wall belongs to that family, don't think about it.

"Qigong must first practice breathing, so that it is leisurely, even, thin, long and slow. After that, practice the mind, eliminate distracting thoughts, keep the dantian, achieve tranquility, unity of mind and qi, and follow nature. "Master Miao told Mo Yan about the introductory method of qigong.

"How old are you to start to be fine?" Mo Yan suddenly asked.

"What essence?" the Miao Hall Master didn't seem to understand.

"It's the essence that a man can give birth to. Mo Yan explained.

The Miao Hall Master laughed when he heard this, and asked, "How old are you?"

"Almost fourteen. ”

"Well, it's almost, there was a 'running horse' at the age of eleven or twelve," the Miao Hall Master couldn't help but laugh, "What, do you want to marry a daughter-in-law and start a family?"

Mo Yan's face flushed, and there was no squeak.

After a while, Mo Yan asked the Miao Hall Master again: "Is the Taoist Xuantian Gong also cultivating immortals?"

"Well, generally speaking, health and fighting can be, such as Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, both fine boxing and health care, his lifespan is as high as 212 years old, after three dynasties, after feathering into immortals. ”

"What is feathering?"

"It is to ascend to the Tao, like a worm that grows into a chrysalis, and then molts and feathers into a butterfly. ”

Mo Yan immediately thought of the thin human skin in the stone cave, and couldn't help but say: "It turns out that the bones and flesh have soared, but the skin has remained. ”

The master of the Miao Hall couldn't figure it out with Mo Yan, so he simply turned over and went to sleep.

The next day, Steward Xue came to the stone room and asked Mr. Xia if he wanted to understand, if he didn't hand over the secret recipe, he would be locked up in this dungeon where there was no sunlight until he died.

Shabashan still ignored it.

Steward Xue snorted, suppressed the fire and comforted: "Mr. Xia, of course it doesn't matter if you are an old man who has half cut into the ground, but your apprentice Mo Yan is still a child, do you want him to be locked up here for the rest of his life?"

Hearing this, Xia Bashan said helplessly: "Steward Xue, if Xia really had a secret recipe, he would have given it to you a long time ago, so why be willing to suffer this sin." ”

"Xiaba Mountain, Xiaba Mountain, how many Seven Absolute Veins have been cured by Dali Bashan Medical Center, who doesn't know the name of Xia Laolang? Since you are still so obsessed, then continue to stay in it. Steward Xue said that, he shook his sleeves and left.

There is only one meal a day in the prison, and it is all sour gruel, and there are no dishes, it is really difficult to swallow, Mo Yan barely drank two sips, and he didn't want to eat anymore.

Mr. Xia told him that it is good to eat slowly, and as long as people live, there will be hope.

When it was the ugly night, Mo Yan woke up again as usual, so he still got up to meditate and practice, but he was never able to achieve no distractions in his head, and he couldn't fall into silence, so he reached out and took out the dzi from his baggage and played with it in his hand.

Those two true qi appeared again on time, but in the end, they still stagnated in the lower abdomen and refused to go up, Mo Yan clasped his hands together, and increased the urging of his mind. At this moment, he suddenly felt a heat in his hand, and two warm breaths invaded from the Guan Chong acupoint on the side of the ring finger of his left and right hands, and slowly ascended along the Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian of his hand.

What he was holding in his hand was the dzi, and the two qi were coming from there, Mo Yan was very surprised, and he didn't know what was going on. He decided to leave it to his own free recourse to see where the qi could go. The two breaths extended upwards along the outer guan acupoint of the arm, and finally stagnated after reaching the large vertebral acupoint, and the neck became more and more swollen and hot, until it was unbearably hot, so I had to let go of my hand, and after a while, the heat gradually faded.

Strangely, this thousand-year-old dzi was able to emit true qi to invade the meridians, and Mo Yan rubbed the smooth sphere in confusion, as if he felt that it was a little smaller than the original.

In the damp and dark dungeon, under the faint oil light, Mo Yan groped for breathing luck alone.

After resting for a while, he clenched the dzi again and began to urge his mind, and the two warm true qi drilled into the Guan Chong acupoint again and slowly ascended, and when it reached the Dazhu acupoint, the neck swelling and heat appeared again. Mo was reluctant and forced it to collide with the intersecting veins with it with his mind, wave after wave like the tide of the sea.

With only a stick of incense, the back of Mo Yan's neck was already as hot as a stove, and his head was dizzy and he felt that the world was spinning. When he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to give up, suddenly, there was a sudden shock all over his body, and the big vertebral points suddenly opened like a flood gate, and the full breath broke through the barrier and poured into the Du Pulse, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Oh, I see, Mo Yan understood. Once the true qi of the dzi is introduced into the pulse, it is like a river flowing into the ocean, and the sea can naturally accommodate hundreds of rivers without overflowing, so the two true qi disappear. He thought that in fact, he could actually introduce the yang energy of the true medicine into the Du pulse in the future, and on the contrary, he would also introduce the yin energy of the real medicine into the Ren pulse and take it as his own, and the true qi of the dantian would definitely become more and more full.

When he looked down, the dzi shrank a little more.

In the next few nights, as soon as Mr. Xia and the Miao Hall Master fell asleep, Mo Yan got up and used his skills to absorb the true yang qi of the Dzi, and watched it shrink day by day, until finally it was only the size of a broad bean grain, which was swallowed by Mo Yan in one bite.

In the next half a year or so, Steward Xue came to ask about the secret recipe of Xia Ba Mountain every now and then, and his expression seemed to become impatient.

Miao Tang Master's body is getting weaker and weaker, and the ulceration in the tendons and veins of his hands and feet is serious, Xia Bashan shook his head after probing, it seems that there is not much time left. However, on the contrary, during this period, Mo Yan's body became stronger, and sometimes he did not feel hungry even if he did not drink porridge for several days, and he was still full of energy.

That night, Mo Yan suddenly felt that his lower abdomen was hot in his sleep, his perineum was itchy like an ant, and even his entire crotch was sore, as if something between his pubic bones was struggling to come out. It was a sensation that had never been felt before, like a tidal wave coming over him, and finally his pussy was accompanied by a tingling spasm that woke him up immediately. Immediately he felt a cold crotch in his pants, and reached out to touch it and touched it with a sticky hand, which frightened him to take a closer look under the oil lamp, but saw that the palm of his hand was full of milky white mucus, and it smelled like a special smell like chestnut flowers.

Finally out of sperm, Mo Yan was secretly happy in his heart, when he was studying in a private school, he heard older schoolchildren say that this is called "running horses", which is a sign that boys are adults. Great, from now on, you can follow the method on the stone wall to cultivate the truth with the essence retrograde, he thought excitedly.

At dawn, the Miao Hall Master had the strength to call Mo Remnant to come closer, and said with a breath: "You kid has such a hard body, it is really a good material for practicing martial arts, if you can get out of this dungeon without dying in the future, you can go to the True Martial Arts Temple of Xiangyang Jiugong Mountain to find the Tianxu Zhenren, and ask him to teach you the True Martial Xuantian Skill, just say that it is introduced by me Miao Fenglin, and maybe I will be accepted as a disciple." ”

Mo Yan saw that the Miao Hall Master was already dying, and couldn't help but feel chivalrous, so he said: "Uncle Miao, we might as well take advantage of Steward Xue's return to trick him in and catch him, and coerce him to let us out." ”

The Miao Hall Master shook his head with difficulty: "The old man and Mr. Xia are both dying people, it is not a pity to die, it is impossible for the three of them to escape from the Wushan Gang together." Besides, if we die in the dungeon, and you don't know the secret recipe, maybe there's a chance of survival, so why take the risk. ”

Mo Mo said secretly in his heart, I don't want to put my life and death in the hands of that Xue steward.

"Master Miao, can you teach me a little martial arts. Mo asked.

"Alas, martial arts can not be learned overnight, and without ten or eight years of hard work, you will not be able to become a first-class master. ”

"You can teach me to point acupoints, I know all the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body, just tell me which one to point and how to point it. ”

"Acupuncture recognition is still secondary, the key is to have strength in the fingers in order to achieve the effect of sealing the meridians at one point. When the old man practiced his finger power, he first inserted beans for two months, then inserted sand for two months, and finally drew a point on the big tree. Mo Remnant, you haven't practiced, and your finger power is not enough. ”

Mo Yan thought about it for a while, and finally said helplessly: "Uncle Miao, then just tell me a few dead holes, faint points, dumb holes or numb points that are rumored in the rivers and lakes." ”

Alas, after all, he is still a child, and the Miao Hall Master smiled bitterly and said: "Well, there is a 'Death Cave Song' that you remember, called 'Baihui falls to the ground, and the tail does not return to his hometown.'" Zhangmen was hit, and nine out of ten people died. The sun and the dumb gate will surely see Hades. The spine was broken and there was no bone, and he died suddenly under the knee. 'Stun with a light, die with a blow.' ”

Mo Yan repeated it in his mouth and wrote down the song.