Chapter 9 Practice

He Xiaozhuo lay there quietly, lying like a bow, with his right arm bent and palm up. Press the left hand to leave an empty space after the right arm is bent. Straighten your right leg and bend your left knee on your right leg. Take a deep long breath, flow from the nose into the back of the brain, down the spine, to Dantian, and then quickly exhale the turbid air from the chest to the lungs to the mouth. This is the lying posture taught by the old master. There are all kinds of people in the pig shed, and it is very inconvenient to meditate. The old man repeatedly warned himself to learn to hide, that is, not to show off, and He Xiaozhuo is also a person who can't shake. So once there is someone, he always practices in the way of lying down. The only exception was the night when the voice appeared, "containing the body and mind". He did it according to that sound. It was midnight at that time. Look, everyone must be very sleepy, because from now, he has not seen other people's abnormality to himself.

That voice... He Xiaozhuo was puzzled. It's so familiar, so revered and desirable, and so powerful. What's going on? He Xiaozhuo thought of Lao Yuan. It would be nice if Grandpa Yuan was here. You can ask him for advice on everything, but now he is living here alone. Grandpa Yuan, where are you? Don't you want to think about it? Unconsciously, tears have flowed out quietly.

"Retome the body and mind." A voice came seriously by air attack. He Xiaozhuo was excited and knew that he was distracted, and this distraction was easy to go astray in practice, and serious people were more likely to go crazy. He Xiaozhuo can feel the anger of that voice. It's strange. Who is that voice? But he immediately stabilized his mind, could no longer be distracted, took a deep breath, and quickly entered the realm of practice.

After a few cycles, He Xiaozhuo obviously felt energetic all over his body, and Dantian jumped excitedly at the center of his eyebrows, and he felt eager to try.

Set your body and mind. Why don't you do it again under the guidance of that voice? He Xiaozhuo suddenly realized that the method shown by that voice is by no means a treatment only used during a poisonous attack, is it?

"A white lotus flower, bright and flawless, bright, emitting white light, extremely bright. Yes, sit in, sit in..."

"The aura of heaven and earth has been pouring towards you, slowly absorbing and bringing it in, pure and full, extremely clean..."

He Xiaozhuo guessed correctly. After a round of practice, He Xiaozhuo was not only refreshed. He felt as if every pore was open and communicated happily with the outside world, and his whole body also began to lighten. He simply had a feeling of flying, indescribably pleasant. He Xiaozhuo, who was excited, had not noticed that at this time, there was already a blue and white halo all over his body, but it was difficult for ordinary naked eyes to detect.

Leng Qingfeng also quietly got up in the middle of the night, moved his hands and feet, and found that there was nothing strange. He walked by everyone and gently lifted the plastic cloth blocking the door. He came silently to the outside of the pigsty. Looking around, it was dark, and people had already fallen asleep, except for the occasional dog barking in the distance, the night, and the dead silence. He took two steps back, then spit in the palms, suddenly ran to the courtyard wall, and then ran up. His hands had moved the wall and searched out. After making sure that there was no one, he slowly climbed up and finally climbed over the wall.

Now you can't let others know that his hands and feet have been able to resume their actions, let alone find what you have to do next. This is what the voice warned and what your plan needs. So you can't open the door. The sound of the big iron gate can easily wake up others.

At the root of the courtyard wall, under a pile of stones, he took out a rope familiarly, followed by a shiny dagger, which he had recently prepared. Today, he is going to implement the first step of his plan - the hound.

In fact, the dog is easy to find, and the pure black-haired wolf dog is easier to find, because it can't be any other dog except that little black dog. It is the only pure black wolf dog he can meet on his way to dinner every day.

After asking for food for so long, as soon as he heard the instructions of the mysterious voice that day, he first thought of the little wolf dog he met every time he walked through the tall two-story villa, the little wolf dog that barked at him every time. That's a pure black-haired wolf dog. Although it is not very big, its hair is pure and healthy. I believe it must be a good wolf dog when it grows up. Although every time he passed the little wolf dog, he had to yell at himself, Leng Qingfeng always watched coldly. Instead of saying that Leng Qingfeng was not afraid of him, he preferred that he would rush up at once, so that he would bite its throat, chew it hard, drink its blood, and let you bark again! At that time, it will also bite itself, so it depends on persistence and who will survive to the end. Leng Qingfeng longed so much that he had imagined such a plot countless times in the barking of the black dog, but every time the dog did not jump on it, but kept a certain distance to bark at it. Today, I'm here, black dog, you can bark again.

Of course, the black dog barks, but Leng Qingfeng has already calculated everything. He is not very close to the person. He just stops across the road and sits on the ground as usual, so that the dog will not bark as fiercely as approaching it, but will only be a rhythmic warning like the person who bites the road. , it won't disturb the owner of its house. He believes that the black dog knows him and knows his poor appearance sitting in the car, so he hiss so hard every time. The dog bites the man in his clothes, and he is the object of his ridicule every day, so let you laugh as much as you want today.

When Leng Qingfeng sat there, the black dog really rushed out, but it was only a long way away and issued a warning to Leng Qingfeng like a demonstration. Leng Qingfeng did not panic and threw a bone that had already been prepared in the middle of the road. The black dog really stopped barking, tried to approach the bone, and vigilantly looked up at Leng Qingfeng from time to time, searching nervously with his nose... At the moment when the tip of the black dog's nose approached the bone, Leng Qingfeng raised his hand. The rope in his hand was accurately put on the black dog's neck, and Leng Qingfeng also jumped up like the rope. A rope had brought the black cat in front of him, and then his right hand quickly inserted into the root of the rope sleeve and tied the rope tightly. The rope was tightly wrapped around the black dog's neck like a collar. This is the unique skill that Leng Qingfeng has practiced since he was a child. When he was seven or eight years old, as soon as he had a winter and summer vacation, he returned to his grandfather's house in the countryside to play with his neighbor's children. At first, he was his own dog, the neighbor's dog, and later the dog in the village. It's strange to say that as long as those dogs are put on by themselves and strangled the rope like a collar, they immediately become soft and honest and dare not resist wherever they lead themselves. It is said that some people can defeat snakes. When snakes see him, they will be bone and tendons and let them slaughter; some people only catch weasels and catch one by one. Can Leng Qingfeng specialize in lowering dogs? He didn't know it himself, but the black dog was not an exception. He was obediently led to a remote grove in the suburbs and completed the first command of the mysterious sound: skinning the dog alive.

Starry and windy. Leng Qingfeng peeled off the dog's skin in one breath, leaving only the silent silence of the night and his heavy breathing in his ears. Everything around him was ignored, let alone the painful moan from the dog's mouth tied by the rope. To complete this task as soon as possible is to focus on what he wants to do without any distractions. What he wants to do is to complete the task immediately and then implement his revenge plan. Therefore, when he finished drying in one breath, he found that he was thirsty and sweat was soaked through his clothes.

"Then drink the dog blood." Leng Qingfeng remembered the command of the mysterious voice. Dog blood was connected to the large begging jar without hesitation. He grabbed it and drank it in one breath. A cool and cold feeling hit his whole body and penetrated every inch of skin. Next, his body and mind were hot, like a fire burning in his muscles and quickly swallowing it. Eat every inch of your own skin...

"Ah!" Leng Qingfeng couldn't help but roar at the dark night, shaking the night, and a pleasant feeling finally came. The pain disappeared, and the crackling feeling in the depths of the bones seemed to be declaring that he was getting stronger.

Come on, Leng Qingfeng is relieved, and there is an indescribable pleasure all over his body. He covered the bloody dog's skin on the tree and waved his fist to hit it hard:

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine..."

In the dark room, Song Jun took out the horrible skull again, held it with one hand, reached into his mouth with the other, bit his middle finger, and dripped blood on the skull little by little. The skull began to emit a light green light and swallowed up the blood rudely. Song Jun saw that the blood soon disappeared. He had to squeeze out the blood again and drip the blood on it. It was not until the light turned dark purple that Song Jun withdrew his fingers, so that his face had begun to turn pale. He did not expect that the recent consumption of the skull was so huge that he needed more and more blood to support it. "The poisonous skeleton" is a bottomless abyss. Only by constantly improving its own cultivation can it provide for a good end. Otherwise, it will definitely absorb the blood of the practitioners." Song Jun remembered the words in the yellow "monjunce" book and couldn't help shivering, and now he began to believe it. He just accidentally found the book in the cracks of his own earth wall and did it curiously according to the method in the book. He didn't want to really refine the insect, so he did it more and more. But when it comes to his own cultivation, Song Jun doesn't have that endurance. Money, beauties, luxury cars... In this colorful world, he doesn't enjoy it but suffers the sin of being guarded by that lonely lamp. That's useless. Therefore, although Song Jun has peerless secrets in hand, he has been walking in the category of spell poison, but it is not surprising that he only has a stinky skin.

But that day, the skull suddenly failed, which puzzled him, but the long-term magic infection made him vaguely feel a strong pressure that was silently suppressing himself. He knew that he could not practice. But is it too late to practice now? I don't know. He hasn't seen his opponent's face, so he has to hold Buddha's feet at the last minute.