Chen Huaisheng naturally didn't want to follow to see how the magic circle was arranged, and he didn't have the heart to think about it.

He was more concerned about what the girl was talking about in the countryside.

Although his parents are deceased, the Chen family is a big surname in Yuanbao Village, Chen Huaisheng has many uncles and uncles, and even more cousins and nephews.

If there is an accident in the family, of course he will care.

Suddenly, Chen Huaisheng suddenly found that he seemed to be a little too involved in the current identity of Chen Huaisheng, and even forgot his original identity.

I was in a trance for a while.

But if you ask yourself, is there anything wrong with waiting for this time?

From the memory of Chen Huaisheng now, we can understand that this is a world where tigers and wolves are the way of the weak and the strong, and everything is for survival, so he will run out at the age of fourteen to wander and travel, in fact, in order to win more chances of survival.

And those uncles and cousins in the township, they don't even have this opportunity at all.

How much difference is there between that Chen Huaisheng and the current Chen Huaisheng?

Aren't they all struggling to survive in the vast world?

Where are there so many sighs and feelings, living in the present and doing a good job of the present self is serious.

The rain was still dripping.

Yushan autumn rain has always been famous.

Dense as silk, but continuous, it adds a bit of empty and quiet atmosphere to the whole mountain.

Two bonfires had been lit in the side hall.

The main hall is too dirty and messy, and it is not easy to clean up, plus the somewhat hideous statue of the god of Wuzhiqi, so I am too lazy to pick it up.

The side halls on both sides were taken care of by everyone's concerted efforts, just to take shelter from the rain and rest.

The firelight flickered, reflecting on Chen Huaisheng's face, red and hot.

Holding a gray-white and round pill in his hand.

Under the firelight, it seems that there are some light lines flowing on the surface of the pill, and the faint smell of medicine is refreshing and smells very good.

This is the Xingqi Shunmai Pill, the elixir of the Nine Lotus Sect.

The disciples of the great sect all have these medicines with them when they go out, just in case.

Use a boot knife to carefully cut open half of the Xingqi Shunmai Pill, and after taking it, the qi luck is Zhoutian, and the qi and blood in the internal organs quickly flow up.

As for the broken bones, it is simple, but he is also an innate Dao species, as long as the essence is solidified, the recovery will be fast.

I have to admit that the big sect is extraordinary.

This half of the Xingqi Shunmai Pill was much stronger than the only three doses of Shunqi Dispersion left in his arms combined.

Chen Huaisheng also estimated that even if he took these three doses of Shunqi San, it would take at least half a month to recover, but now that he has taken this half of the Shunqi Shunmai Pill, he has only been running for a week, and he already feels better by 30%.

There was also a feeling of unfinished, so he subconsciously pressed the treasured half of the pill.

The remaining half will have to wait until a day or two later.

Xuan Qimei specifically warned herself that her meridians could not withstand this kind of Dansan, which was originally used for the daily cultivation of Qi cultivation level cultivators.

At that time, when Xuan Qimei was giving herself the pill and explaining that she was taking the pranayama luck strategy, from the eyes of the woman in purple looking at her, Chen Huaisheng knew that she seemed to be making a lot of money.

The air is born in the dantian, the strength is over the sea of air, the gods are floating and warm, and there will be smoke.

Single clothes want to try the rain and cold nights.

It was a little cool before, but now it is full of warmth and moisture.

Chen Huaisheng only felt that the qi energy slowly diffused along the dantian qi sea, and the qi veins that had been scattered and chaotic before moved downstream under the urging of his own consciousness, and the meridians blocked by the injury actually passed by in one fell swoop, which made him a little surprised.

The essence is born in the marrow, and the marrow is hidden in the scriptures.

He even felt some strange change in his perception of the Sea of Knowledge, which became extremely sharp and delicate.

The firewood in the hall crackled and burned, and the pine resin pine oil occasionally seeped out and fell into the fire, and the flames burst into the fire.

The autumn rain outside the hall moistens things silently, the roof tiles above the head, and in the forest outside, the rain wraps around every thing in the mountains.

The sense of spiritual consciousness and consciousness went all the way down from Baihui along the Divine Court, passing through the middle of the body, the giant que, the divine que, and the sea of qi, circling triple in the sea of qi, and finally reaching the tail lure, and then slowly diffused.

At this moment, he felt that the world inside and outside the entire hall was clearly displayed in his heart.

Each pine firewood branch crackles and burns, and the dead branch burns through and red, gradually becoming red and black, and red in black,......

The rain silk of the roof tiles in the top hall slowly gathered into water droplets, and then into a stream of water, slowly falling along the eaves, swaying in the wind in mid-air,......

In the forest outside the hall, the raindrops between the branches and leaves overlap and merge together, falling from high to low, constantly colliding and breaking between the leaves and reuniting, and finally falling into the mud and grass blades,......

The horned owl poked its head out of the hollow of the tree in confusion, looked up at the night sky, and let the raindrops fall on its round head, like a woodcock,......

On the hillside outside the temple, the partridge hides in its nest, looking around vigilantly, sometimes shaking its head violently to shake off the water stains,......

Every bit suddenly turned into countless long or short paintings, gurgling through Chen Huaisheng's mind.

He had never felt anything like this.

Through the drizzle in the small courtyard, the boys and girls who were talking and laughing in the hall on the right side were full of longing, and their eyebrows were dancing,......

The woman in purple and Xuan Qimei whispered under the verandah of the hall, sometimes frowning, sometimes thinking.

All this is reflected in my heart, as if the artistic conception is natural.

The rain falls on a thousand hearts, and the wonderful feeling comes from it.

The wound did not heal.

But Chen Huaisheng knew that he was already a little different.

Compared to the changes in his body and the transparency of his own spiritual understanding, that little injury seems to be not worth mentioning.

He wasn't sure if it was the effect of the Xingqi Shunmai Pill given by the woman in purple, or the changes he had brought to him from the "adventure" he had experienced three days ago and that night.

He felt the latter was more likely.

Because of his first luck healing after waking up before, he felt that there seemed to be a little more thing in the sea of dantian qi, but it was difficult to clearly perceive it when he looked at it internally now, but the recovery effect of his injury was much better.

But there is no doubt that the pill given by the woman in purple is also quite helpful, at least it helped me enter a certain realm all of a sudden, well, I can't tell the truth, I can only understand the indescribable kind of artistic conception.

Or is this what is called initiation?

Chen Huaisheng has heard people say that cultivating immortals is very important, and he has a conscience when he enters the Tao.

Everyone's feeling of entering the Dao and breaking through the realm is completely different, thousands of people are in a thousand forms, and there is no repetition, and especially the Qi cultivation is the most unique.

There are even people who have entered the Dao and broken through the realm unconsciously, but you can understand that feeling in your heart.

For a while, my heart was beating violently, and I felt a little drunk and hot in a trance, really?

He wasn't sure.

Because the injury has not healed, the turbidity still exists, the ribs are broken and the bones are cracked, how can I not have a little sense when I really step into the realm of the Daomen?

But no matter what, Chen Huaisheng felt that he was a little different.

This kind of strange sense of destruction is something I have never felt in the past six years.

Maybe you've stepped on the threshold?