Chapter 701 Practice

Although he told his wife and family not to disturb him, Ye Tian still dared not be careless. After arranging a soundproof formation in front of the door of the study, he entered the room.

The ink jade-like stone is still on the desk. In the afternoon sun, a dazzling color of ink purple flashes out, which looks mysterious.

"In those years, Hei Jiao gave me this ink jade with great care. Presumably, this thing is not an ordinary product!"

Ye Tian took a deep breath, wrapped his palm with divine consciousness, and held the Moyu in his hand. When he was about to sit down cross-legged, he suddenly remembered something.

Put Mo Yu on the table, Ye Tian walked to the corner of the room, opened a backpack he brought from the Shennongjia, and took out the Sanqing bell from it.

Since the return of the white ape to Sanqingling, Ye Tian has never had time to think about this thing, but Ye Tian has a feeling that the effect of this Sanqingling is far more than only to open the skills inherited in the brain, but also to have other functions.

"Jingle bell!"

Shake it gently with the handle, and a pleasant bell rang, but it was exactly the same as the sound made by ordinary bells, and there was nothing unusual.

Ye Tian frowned, half of the Yuanshen wrapped the Sanqing bell, and his right hand shook again. Surprisingly, there was no sound from the Sanqing bell this time.

However, Ye Tian's face was suddenly stunned, and then his face showed ecstasy.

"This... this thing can actually work on the yuan spirit?"

Although the three clear bells did not ring, the sound of "ding bells" was directly transmitted to Ye Tian's sea of knowledge.

The crisp and pleasant bell cleared Ye Tian's mind, and the business seemed to have a magic, which made Ye Tian's original irritable mood because of Zhu Dong Er's visit quickly calmed down.

And under the influence of this bell, Ye Tian's yuanshen also seemed to be shocked. As if the road was singing together, an indescribable feeling rose in Ye Tian's heart.

When it has reached the realm of refining the god and returning to the void, it has changed from self-cultivation to self-cultivation. These three Qinglings can affect the human mind. For Ye Tian, who has not yet formed the ternal god, it is undoubtedly like sending charcoal in the snow.

"But...but when I'm practicing the yuan god, how can I shake the three clear bells?"

Ye Tian found that when the Sanqing bell was not shaken, it would not produce the above effects, which made Ye Tian scratch his head a little. Yuanshen cultivation can't tolerate a trace of distracting, and Ye Tian can't do it for two purposes.

After walking back and forth in the room a few times, Ye Tian found a red rope from the drawer. He tied it to the top of the Sanqing bell, looked left and right, and hung the red rope on the hanger next to the desk.

After finishing these, Ye Tian sat cross-legged on the futon on the ground and put the ink jade in the palm of his hand. Then lift your hands flat to your chest.

The chaotic consciousness stayed above his palms, while Sanqingling was one meter in front of Ye Tian, just on his forehead.

"Go!"

Ye Tianshen's mind moved, and the chaotic Yuanshen divided a wisp of consciousness and struck the Sanqing bell like lightning. A crisp bell immediately returned to the halal spirit.

Shocked by the bell, the Yuanshen was comfortable for a while, and Ye Tianyun set up the method of spiritual cultivation. Suddenly, a suction came out of the primordial spirit and to the palm of his hand.

The originally cold and abnormal ink jade, under this suction, turned into the essence to the extreme aura, and the wisps overflowed into Ye Tianyuan God.

Under the lingering sound of the bell. The speed at which the primordial spirit absorbs the aura seems to be three points faster.

Ye Tian did not enter the deep meditation, but experienced this feeling in detail. From time to time, a wisp of consciousness will strike the three clear bells, and use the bell to concentrate, as if the road is ringing in the mind, but there is no fear of running into the devil.

His mind was completely immersed in the practice. Ye Tian did not notice the sunset and sunrise outside the window at all. The feeling that the yuan god was constantly full made him forget the world around him.

Ye Tian's breathing became long, and there was almost no bullying in his chest. The interval between spitting and sucking was more than ten minutes, and the primordial spirit floating in front of him seemed to have changed slightly.

The original chaotic yuan spirit can faintly see the outline of the person. Although it is not very clear, the shape of the small hands and feet has come out, and it looks much thicker and more condensed than before.

"Wow..." After taking a long breath, Ye Tian finally opened his eyes. It's not that he didn't want to continue, but he felt his stomach was screaming.

Without the true qi to nourish the body, the yuan god is in cultivation. Although Ye Tian's spirit is extremely abundant, the body can't stand it.

Just as Ye Tian opened his eyes, the yuan god who stopped in front of him turned into a light, got in from the eyes, and then swam away all over his body. Ye Tian's discomfort suddenly weakened a little.

"The food style and dew mentioned by the ancients still need real food to supply the needs of the body. Although the yuan god is important, the body is also indispensable!"

Feeling the changes in his body, Ye Tian had a trace of understanding in his heart and practiced the spirit with the body as the carrier. The two complement each other.

Although he had stopped practicing, Ye Tian did not get up. He sat in place and closed his eyes again. After experiencing it carefully for a while, the Yuanshen jumped out of the heavenly spirit.

"Go!"

Ye Tian scolded softly, and the primordial spirit above his head turned into a big hand. He instantly appeared above the desk and grabbed the "Lingbu Immortal Sutra" that he read every day on the table.

If there is another person in the room at this time, you will see that the book originally placed on the table suddenly floated and went straight to Ye Tian.

With Ye Tian's belief turning, the "Lingbu Immortal Sutra" flew high and flew around in the room. It took more than a minute before returning to the desk.

"Haha...hahaha!" After recovering the Yuanshen, Ye Tian laughed and was in a very comfortable mood.

You know, the performance of the Yuanshen just now has gone beyond the scope of taking things from the air. With the deepening of Ye Tian's cultivation, the Yuanshen condenses into a real Yang god, so it can really make things forget and wander outside the sky.

"Huh? What about that ink jade? How...how can it be like this?"

In addition to joy, Ye Tian suddenly remembered the ink jade in the palm of his hand. He couldn't help spreading his palm, but found that there was nothing else in his palm except a pile of white powder.

"This...what's going on?"

Ye Tian was shocked, and the condensed joy of the yuan god suddenly disappeared without a trace. Without the essence of the aura of the ink jade, he wanted to reach the realm of the yuan god's photography, I'm afraid it would take at least three years of hard work.

It can be said that Ye Tian has regarded Mo Yu as a treasure of the same level as Sanqingling, even more important than Sanqingling!

"That stone is black. How can it leave white powder?" Ye Tian was a little unwilling. He looked for it before and after his body, but found nothing.

"Is it possible that I have absorbed all the aura in the stone, and the stone will turn into powder?"

An idea suddenly came to Ye Tian's mind. This Mo Yu should be just a special carrier of Shengna's aura. When the aura disappears, Mo Yu will lose its function and decompose it by itself.

"Damn, I... Where can I find this thing again?"

Ye Tian stood up and scolded indignantly. A stone saved him from three years of hard work. If there could be a thousand, Ye Tian believed that he was entering Jindan Avenue, which was not difficult.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. After seeing the effect of the ink jade, Ye Tian seems to have a hundred thousand cat paws scratching in his heart, and he can't calm down.

"Forget it, let's eat something first."

The "coo" sound from his stomach made Ye Tian stand up. He didn't know how long he had practiced, but the sunlight coming through the window could be seen that it should appear in the early morning.

When he opened the door, the sky had just brightened, but then Ye Tian was stunned, because he saw his mother standing in front of his room, and his face was full of anxiety.

Ye Tian knew that his mother liked to work late at night and never had the habit of getting up early. He quickly asked, "Mom, why do you get up so early?"

Seeing her son coming out, Song Weilan opened her mouth and spoke, but Ye Tian could only see her mother's lips tremble, but she didn't know what she was talking about.

"Oh, why did I forget this?"

Ye Tian hurriedly went to the ground with his feet and bent down to take back the "Daqi Tongbao" buried in the eye. Then he heard his mother's words, "Xiaotian, you... you're out. Mom is so anxious."

"Mom, I'm fine. Didn't I tell you that I was in retreat?" Ye Tian was stunned when he heard the words and quickly asked, "How long have I been closed this time?"

Song Weilan stared at Ye Tian and said, "Say, you've been in it for five days. We can't shout no matter how we shout outside. If you don't come out today, I... I'm going in!"

"Five days? For such a long time? Only then did Ye Tian know the reason why he was hungry, but he was completely immersed in the cultivation of the yuan god at that time and could not feel the passage of time at all.

That's what the ancients said about a thousand years in the world. In fact, that's what it means. Those monks often retreat for many years, and then return to the mortal world, which is already the vicissitudes of life.

Song Weilan walked to her son and looked up and down. After seeing that Ye Tian was fine, she took a breath and said, "Xiaotian, don't do this next time. It scares us!"

If Ye Tian hadn't deliberately told his family before, and Song Weilan now believed in her son's words, I'm afraid they would have broken into the door long ago.

"Mom, I know. Don't worry." Ye Tian agreed, but sighed in his heart. It was indeed not suitable for him to practice at home... First update, thank you for the rewards of the gods and many friends. Thank you for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. Thank you!

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