Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

At night, autumn insects chirp.Candou Mountain had been chopping firewood all day, and his shoulders were sore and his back hurt. He lay on the bed, quietly adjusting his breathing, and his mind was calm.

The aptitude of this body is neither good nor bad.Four of the eight extraordinary meridians are blocked, but the blockage is not too serious, and there is still a chance to open it through hard work, so we have to use Yumen pranayama to unblock the blocked four channels first, and then start to practice.

Cang Dou Shan was born with unobstructed eight meridians, a rare genius in the world, his cultivation has always been smooth and unimpeded, but now he has tasted the feeling of "blocked" for the first time.

After cultivating in the middle of the night, Cang Doushan opened his eyes, and a big face was facing him in front of him. He didn't come up in one breath, startled and angry: "What are you doing!"

Weisheng squinted his eyes and smiled, folded his arms: "Teach me what skills you have cultivated."

Cang Doushan settled down: "Do you want to practice?"

"Yes, otherwise what do you think?"

Cang Doushan's mouth twitched, and said: "Come closer, turn around." He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Weisheng's lute bone.

Weisheng twisted his back: "What are you going to do?"

"Don't do anything." Cangdoushan's spiritual consciousness sank into the sea, and guided it into Weisheng's body along the eight meridians, and Weisheng felt like some bug penetrated the skin, penetrated into the bone, and circled around in his body like lightning. quit.

"It doesn't work." Cang Doushan sighed, feeling a little tired.

Weisheng turned around: "No way? You mean I can't practice?"

Cang Doushan squinted at him: "Not only are you unconnected, but you also have eight meridians. Ordinary mortals can at least have one or two meridians. If you have three meridians, you can get started. You are the worst kind."

Weisheng was even more upset when he heard it: "If you can't do it, you can't do it. Why do you have to add the word 'worst'? Are you looking for a fight?"

Cang Doushan snorted softly: "It's the truth."

"You really want to be beaten!" Weisheng yelled and rushed forward, raised his fist and beat him. Cang Doushan was caught off guard, and when he reacted, there was no chance to return the phone, so Weisheng pressed him on the bed and received several punches.Weisheng's strikes were not heavy, but the pressure was so tight that he couldn't fight back.While beating, Weisheng said half teasingly and half threateningly: "The worst thing I can do is beat you to the ground! Are you convinced?"

Cang Doushan couldn't dodge it, and his strength was also inferior to him, so he had no choice but to say: "Shut up, let's go to the head office?"

Weisheng let go of the confinement, with smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows: "It's more or less the same."

Cang Doushan was furious, and he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.Weisheng got out of bed and put on his shoes, turned his head and glanced at him, raised his eyebrows: "Are you thinking that after I succeed in cultivation, I will beat you back?"

Cang Doushan shook his head, and scolded him thousands of times in his heart.

"Tch, I tell you, don't think that you can be proud just because you can cultivate. I can't cultivate the righteous way. At worst, I'll go to cultivate the demon. I heard that cultivating the demon is faster than the righteous way..." "How dare you!"

Cang Doushan glared at Weisheng angrily, Weisheng's smile gradually stagnated and turned into a playful frivolity, he bent down and stared at Cangdoushan seriously: "If I cultivate demons, will you kill me?"

Cang Doushan's chest heaved and fell, his expression changed unpredictablely, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

"If it wasn't a joke, I would."

The smile returned to Weisheng's face again, he pulled Cangdoushan's face hard, Cangdoushan was in pain, Weisheng pushed him down violently, pulled the quilt cover, and patted his face: "Sleep well, I have to collect firewood tomorrow. "

After saying that, he turned his head and walked away, lifted the quilt and got in. When he was lying down, he let out an ouch, as if he was sighing, but he didn't know why.

Cangdoushan could not calm down for a long time.

If it wasn't a joke, he didn't really know what to do.

Weisheng is his savior, if he is determined to cultivate demons, he can only try his best to save him, and killing him is the worst way.

In the second half of the night, Cangdoushan didn't sleep well.

He dreamed of his life.He was sitting on the Juexin Cliff, and the setting sun in the distance melted into gold, with a myriad of colors, and the spiritual wind blowing mightily from afar, disturbing the wind and clouds.

A silver-white spear pierced his heart, he lowered his head in astonishment, and then the second spear pierced his sea of ​​qi, and pure spiritual power spurted out along with the bright red blood along the spear tip, and the third A spear followed, piercing his soul out of his body, and...

Then in the blink of an eye, it was a thousand years.

The nightmare came and ended too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to feel the pain, and the world had changed drastically.

who is it?At that time, he had reached the perfection of Dao of Transformation, and he was the undisputed successor of Xi Hezong's heart sect. There were few people in the world who could kill him, and those who could kill him dared not kill him.

Who is it?

The only person who has reason and ability to kill him is Moxiu.However, which magic cultivator would use the magic weapon of the silver spear, and suppress him so that he has no power to fight back?Thinking about the magic cultivators above the Taoist realm, he really couldn't think of a suitable candidate after thinking about it.

Too bad.

Simply a shame.

He sat up suddenly, sweating coldly.The sudden pain seemed to return to this body intensified, often making him palpitate and sweat profusely.

After taking a breath, he looked out of the window, the east was turning out a thin fish-belly white, but here was still a deep night, he took a long breath, got out of bed, walked to the yard, and sat down on the stone mill to practice .

It is best to practice when you are half-bright and half-ignorant.

Weisheng got up early in the morning to fetch water, chop wood, and yawn wildly.During Dongfang Cheming, Cangdou Mountain moved, began to exercise its muscles and bones, and jumped down from the stone mill.After a night of hard work, another blocked meridian was opened up. If he continued at this speed, he would be able to formally swallow spirits and absorb energy in less than three months.

"Are you done? Hurry up and chop firewood, you're so stupid."

Cang Doushan picked up the ax and started chopping wood.The chopped firewood is piled up, Weisheng is tied up with straw ropes, and the bundles are moved to a small cart, and they are sold along the houses in the village.

Eat simple meals for three meals a day, fall asleep with fatigue, and get up in the middle of the night to practice in Cangdou Mountain, day after day.

Little by little, he learned more about this familiar yet strange world.

In the current Dajing Kingdom, the world cannot be said to be peaceful, and there are always rumors of wars that seem true or false.Da Zhou, who is on a par with Da Jing in the big Zhongzhou, also seems to have evil intentions, and stirs up troubles on the border between the two countries.Although it will not affect people here for the time being, the common people will still use the war in the distance as a topic of conversation after dinner and tea, understatement, and I don't know how many people have lost their souls in the distance.

As for the world of cultivating immortals, Baishui Village is too remote, and the impression of monks is that "immortality can do everything", which is basically worthless.

After more than three months, Cangdou Mountain's eight extraordinary meridians have all been opened up, and it is finally possible to start formal cultivation.

Swallowing energy, the monk stepped on the first threshold of the avenue, and it was also a crucial threshold.

The aptitude of this body is not as good as before, Cang Doushan adjusted his breath carefully, in order to achieve absolute peace of mind and body, then walked to the broken wooden door, stepped over, stepped over.

Weisheng counted the money in the room, happily, walked out happily, and looked at him with arms folded: "What are you doing?"

Cangdou Mountain didn't raise its head: "Don't bother me."

"Hey, how do you talk?"

Cang Doushan ignored him, then stepped across the threshold, meditating.

In the past, he was born to cross that threshold, but now he has to desperately find the feeling.

Fortunately, he has a foundation. After studying for a day and a night, without sleep or rest, he successfully crossed the border.

It was already night when he crossed the border, and his stomach was rumbling in protest. He went into the room and took a look. There were three dry and cold steamed buns on the table, and there were no pickles.

He barely swallowed two steamed buns to fill his stomach, but couldn't swallow any more.Climbed to bed, but was too hungry, couldn't sleep well, and always wanted something to eat. When he was half asleep, he vaguely felt someone shaking his arm: "Little brat, get up and eat."

He turned his head sleepily, and saw a bowl of steaming sweet potato porridge, which was extremely thick and rich in rice fragrance.Candoushan's suppressed hunger instantly revived, he sat up, took the bowl and drank it all in one go.

Weisheng stared at him: "Do you want more?"

Cang Doushan hesitated, nodded: "Yes."

Weisheng got up and went out, and came back after a long time, holding a bowl of noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and the most surprising thing was that there were two eggs, two!

Cang Doushan held the bowl and dared not put down his chopsticks: "Where did you get the egg?"

Microphysiology is confident: "It's under the pheasant."

Cang Doushan hesitated: "This is not good..."

Weisheng tapped his forehead, and it hurt a little: "That's my business, not yours, eat!"

Cangdoushan was really hungry, he let go of his psychological burden and swept it clean, clutching his stomach and wanting to get out of bed after a while.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to go to the latrine..."

After eating and drinking enough, Cangdoushan lay down to sleep again, and when he heard Weisheng washing dishes and pots, he asked, "Why did you suddenly change your temper?"

Weisheng shook his head, "Isn't it okay for me to cherish my life?"

Cang Doushan was angry and funny: "Do you really think I will take revenge on you?"

Weisheng ignored him, he wiped his hands after washing and went out.Cang Dou Shan's heart sank, he thought wildly for a while, and fell back into a deep sleep.

The days that followed were not much different from the previous ones, except that Weisheng's tone of voice when ordering him became more and more flat and gentle, so that he appeared to be alienated and polite.

From being unaccustomed to it at the beginning, Candoushan gradually got used to it, he seized the time to practice, and strived to enter the first glimpse state as soon as possible.

The days passed smoothly, Cangdou Mountain collected firewood, practiced, had enough food, and dressed well. He occasionally felt that such a life was a little bit happy, better than the life at the heart gate.

But this little happiness was soon broken.