Siheyuan: Eastern Qigong Master

If not treated in time, the mother planet will enter the apocalyptic era, and the countdown to the destruction of the planet will begin.

In order to save the mother planet, the first thing to do is to clear the outer heavens, which are the blessed places created by practitioners.

In the microcosmic space, there are many spiritual veins and many giant tribes. Under each tribe, there is a spiritual vein.

Each spiritual vein can absorb waste gas and transform it into spiritual energy.

Unexpectedly, in just a few months of cultivation, a lot of waste gas was produced in the microcosm. These waste gases and the spatial force of the microcosm could not be converted into spiritual energy and had to rely on spiritual veins for conversion.

I feel that the space of the microcosm is much clearer, and breathing is much more comfortable. There is no waste gas, and it is almost all pure spiritual energy.

I felt like something was wrong. In the past, the spiritual energy contained so much waste gas, and breathing it was much more comfortable than breathing outside. I thought that the spiritual energy was free of impurities, but it contained so much waste gas.

The microcosmic space has entered the era of cultivating truth, but has not entered the era of cultivating immortals, nor has it entered the era of gods and demons.

The spiritual energy of the two eras is more refined, which means that there is still a lot of waste gas in the microcosm space, but the level of the space is not high enough to convert the waste gas.

The goal at this moment is to find more small caves and blessed places to devour, to upgrade the level of the microcosmic space, and when it evolves to the level of the immortal cultivation era, then you can venture into devouring the large caves and blessed places of the Kunlun sect.

I don’t know how long it took.

Ning Xiaoming felt like he couldn't breathe.

open one's eyes!

Show a look of surprise.

The paradise disappeared, and the stone steps leading underground disappeared.

Ning Xiaoming was buried two thousand meters underground, surrounded by nothing but rocks.

That is, buried alive.

Strictly speaking, the blessed land was swallowed up, and the space tunnel of the blessed land was also swallowed up, so the stone steps disappeared, the blessed land disappeared, and Ning Xiaoming was buried two thousand meters below.

These difficulties did not pose any threat to Ning Xiaoming.

There is no need to dig a tunnel underground, you can just use teleportation to get out.

As for the hornets that were transferred here, with their Jindan stage cultivation level, the hornets can dig a tunnel themselves to go up.

Displacement!

Ning Xiaoming appeared in the backyard of the courtyard house in Nanluoguxiang.

The backyard was deserted, with no one there.

When Yi Zhonghai and his wife returned home, they immediately entered into their own microcosm and accompanied Qin Huairu. They did not stay in the courtyard house at all.

Lingshi used the dust removal technique to clean the backyard and all the rooms in the courtyard, giving people the illusion that every room was occupied and was very clean.

There was a lot of snow in the backyard. After cleaning it, the snow disappeared.

Sitting on the recliner, checking the time, his face looked extremely ugly.

I didn’t expect that a month had passed unknowingly while I was refining this blessed land.

It would take a month to refine and devour the blessed land, which consumes too much time.

If others knew that Ning Xiaoming devoured the small paradise in just one month, they would be extremely shocked!

After all, it would be impossible for many powerful beings to devour a small paradise without a hundred years.

It is more difficult to devour a small paradise than to smash and destroy the rocks of a mountain.

Ning Xiaoming was thinking at this moment, where to find a small paradise?

A medium-sized blessed cave is also possible. After all, a medium-sized blessed cave is also at the level of the cultivation era. It can be swallowed up barely, but it is very dangerous. After all, the strength is equal. If you want to swallow it up, you have to fight. Once you lose the fight, you will die.

The New Year has passed, and the courtyard is deserted. People are working, and the children have started school. Many parents have brought their children to school to enroll, so there are few people in the courtyard.

I wanted to have a good New Year, but I didn’t expect that it’s already New Year.

"Brother Xiaoming!"

Ning Xiaoming saw He Yuzhu walk in, his face full of stubble, his head down and his expression dejected, looking downcast and looking very embarrassed.

Show a look of surprise.

He Yuzhu had two salaries, one for the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and one for the special group. Logically, he should have been living a very comfortable life. How could he be so miserable?

"what happened to you?"

He Yuzhu had a bitter look on his face and told the whole story in a torrent of words.

During this period, He Yuzhu studied medicinal food and used all his salary for research, but there was no breakthrough. He spent all his savings but still made no progress.

Research is the most expensive, especially research on medicinal diets, precious medicinal materials, and high-end food ingredients, all of which cost money.

Developing medicinal foods using common food ingredients and common medicinal materials is even more expensive.

Ning Xiaoming didn't expect that putting a little pressure on He Yuzhu would make him so embarrassed. He felt funny in his heart. After all, there were people who were as busy and exhausted as he was.

It seems that we should put more pressure on the people in the Siheyuan. Otherwise, they will just think that if they curry favor with others, everything will be fine. They don't have to worry about anything and can have a good life just by lying down.

"Brother Xiaoming, can you allocate some research funds?"

He Yuzhu has tried very hard, but turning the ordinary into the magical is harder than climbing to the sky.

Ning Xiaoming vaguely felt that He Yuzhu's research and development of medicinal food this time would not only help train many special forces, but would also be of great benefit to the development of his own legion.

He has two clones and is still very busy, so he naturally cannot let He Yuzhu have some free time.

"The motherland is not yet strong. The funding for the special group depends on the lives of every soldier. How can we give it to you? Can we arrange it this way? You can go to the military region to make medicinal food to improve the soldiers' physical fitness, and then you can study medicinal food from it."

He Yuzhu had a bitter look on his face. Going to the army to make medicinal food and research medicinal food at the same time, wouldn't that be too busy?

There is no other way. If I want to continue my research, I can only go to the army to cook.

Of course, it is not the case that medicinal food is prepared for all the soldiers in a military region, otherwise even if there are more He Yuzhus, they will not be able to handle it.

Just preparing medicinal food for the special forces in the army is already very busy.

After all, the lunch at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is a big pot meal, and He Yuzhu must be the chef.

The special forces team has medicinal food for three meals a day, so they have to take care of both sides. It would be strange if they are not busy.

He Yuzhu had no choice but to compromise. If he didn't go to the army to make medicinal food, he would have no funds to continue his research.

"I have no choice but to follow your arrangements."

He Yuzhu had a bitter look on his face. This way, he would have no extra time to relax in the future.

Watching He Yuzhu leave, Ning Xiaoming grinned, feeling very special.

Everyone in the Siheyuan wants to stand out, no one wants to make any effort, and everyone wants to rely on Ning Xiaoming.

Ning Xiaoming is very busy, but has no one to rely on, so he is naturally psychologically unbalanced.

"Brother Xiaoming, let's have a couple of drinks."

Xu Damao came in with a few oil paper bags and two bottles of wine, which turned out to be Maotai.