proud of the sky

Chapter 268
The next day.

In the early morning, Zhang Muchen sat quietly on a futon in the courtyard, facing the red sun that was about to rise.

Standing by the side, Zhang Muyang talked about the secrets of practice, but the foundation of all practice is aura. If you want to practice and step into the threshold of practice, the first step is to feel the aura, and at the same time, whether the body can retain the aura and refine it.This process is usually called Qi refining in the practice circle.

Although it was Zhang Muchen's first contact with practice, she had good aptitude, and with Zhang Muyang's guidance, it was not difficult for her to refine Qi into her body.

Zhang Muchen kept adjusting her breathing rhythm, and she slowly entered a state where she seemed to be aware of an inexplicable gas passing through her side, and this gas entered her body with her breathing, and wandered through her body .

As she kept breathing, Zhang Muchen felt warm all over his body. After a while, the red sun rose and the sky was filled with gold. Zhang Muchen exhaled white air from his mouth, and after a while, he opened his arms slowly. eyes.

Standing by the side, Zhang Muyang nodded secretly. This girl's wealth is still good. Although she is not as perverted as Ling Bing and Yuding, she is still a middle-class talent. If she doesn't suffer a catastrophe, if she doesn't go to death, the golden core is hopeful. As for the golden core, it depends on her fortune.

Zhang Muchen moved his body, jumped in front of Zhang Muyang and said, "Brother, it turns out that cultivation is so comfortable. I would have practiced it if I knew it, and now I may have become a generation of heroines. Those who bullied me last night, they will die in minutes." Put it down." At this point, Zhang Muchen rolled his eyes, and the words turned in a strange way, pulling Zhang Muyang's arm and coquettishly saying: "Brother, don't you know how to make alchemy? Is there any kind that can improve your cultivation by eating one?" For the kind."

Zhang Muyang raised his hand and his brain collapsed. He taught him a lesson: "You think beautifully. Practice is about step by step. Don't think about being lazy, or you will suffer in the future. If you have the kind that can improve your cultivation by eating a grain It's a panacea, and it's too easy to practice."

Zhang Muchen, who was beaten up, covered his white forehead, pursed his lips and continued to act cute: "That's what I asked, and besides, isn't it always written like this in novels?"

Zhang Muyang ignored her cuteness and said: "You said that it is a novel, let me tell you again, the first step in practice is to feel the aura, but the most important thing is to cultivate yourself. Don't be lazy, or you will go out of control at that time Bewitched, I can't save you either."

Seeing what her elder brother said was serious, Zhang Muchen nodded repeatedly. She is not stupid and knows what is good or bad.

Zhang Muyang saw her humbly receptive appearance, and continued to say with some peace of mind: "Okay, you go to have breakfast, and from now on every morning and night, you will sit quietly and practice exercises, and I will let your sister-in-law Ling Bing supervise you."

With the wonderful feeling just now, a fool would sleep in. She stuck out her tongue at Zhang Muyang and said, "Just don't worry, I will work hard to practice. By the way, brother, what are those people from last night?"

Zhang Muchen is the first princess of the Zhang family. When has he been so frightened? Even that kid Wang Huan was killed by Zhang Muyang before he even made a move. Where is the party?To deal with this kind of white-skinned pig, how can she vent her hatred if she doesn't teach her a lesson.Especially since they are two fucking foreigners, my uncle can bear it, but she, Zhang Muchen, can't bear it.

Zhang Muyang rubbed her head, and guessed what she was thinking, after all, did you know Brother Mo Ruo?

"It's just a bunch of foreign bastards, don't worry, I'll take care of this matter, and hurry up and have breakfast."

After saying this, the two of them walked out of the small courtyard, Zhang Muchen ran to have breakfast, and Ling Bing came over and asked: "This time to Beijing, do you want me to go with you?"

Zhang Muyang smiled and said: "No, your injury is just right, rest at home for a few more days, and didn't you say that you have a faint feeling of breaking through? There is no need to go to Yanjing to inhale the smog, which affects your mood and cultivation."

Ling Bing nodded. In fact, she didn't have a good impression of the imperial capital, even though it was the center of Huaxia.

"Okay, don't think about it, go to eat first."

Just after finishing breakfast with Ling Bing, Zhang Muyang's phone rang.

Master Yu's voice was still so rough: "Mr. Zhang, thank you for taking action on the matter of the Ma family."

Zhang Muyang smiled and said: "Master Yu, if the family doesn't talk about the two families, don't say that the Ma family misses our spiritual mine, but say that Yuding is my apprentice, this matter can't be good."

Yu Zhentian also knew that Zhang Muyang was a man, and knew that his words were not fake, so he laughed and said, "Haha, what Mr. Zhang said is, if you have time, come to the northwest, and we won't go home until we're drunk."

Zhang Muyang replied: "Definitely, definitely."

For the Yu family, Zhang Muyang still has a lot of good feelings. Excluding Yuding as an apprentice, last time Yu Zhentian directly sent all the first batch of spirit stones to him. Accept some favors.

When he was about to hang up the phone, Zhang Muyang suddenly heard a rushing voice, "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, when you come next time, can you bring a few bottles of Immortal Drunk?"

It wasn't Yu Zhentian who spoke, but Yu Zhenhai, the second master of the Yu family. He was originally a drinker. After drinking the immortal drunk, he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself. If he didn't drink a sip every day, he would feel weak all over his body.

The Immortal Brew that Zhang Muyang obtained from Mr. Guo has now gradually begun to be produced, but it has not been distributed nationwide, but only circulated in a small area. Rare things are more expensive, not to mention that Immortal Drunk is still spirit wine.

Drinking immortal wine is a luxury for others, but for Zhang Muyang, he can drink as much as he wants, he said: "No problem, Er Ye, I will definitely let you drink to your full."

"Then let me say thank you in advance."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Muyang and Ling Bing stayed together for a while, then went to the alchemy room.

In the next two days, while instructing Zhang Muchen in his practice, Zhang Muyang refined some Peiyuan Pills and Qi Refining Pills. Although these pills were of little use to him, they were always prepared.

October [-]th, cold dew.

Zhang Muyang came to Yanjing one day earlier, and now Yanjing has a bit of coolness. As the date of the official establishment of the Special Ninth Bureau is approaching, a large number of monks gathered inside and outside Yanjing.

The establishment of the Special Ninth Bureau this time, on the one hand, is to officially rectify the names of Dai Changsheng and others, and on the other hand, the country wants to deter monks outside the domestic system.

In the past, the aura was almost exhausted, the monks were not visible in front of others, and the country could be easily controlled. Anyone who was disobedient could be destroyed with a raised hand, and almost no one paid attention to it.

But it’s different now. With the complete recovery of spiritual energy, there are more and more monks, and their weight is getting heavier. Ordinary soldiers are not easy to use, so the country naturally has other ideas. Let those monks know that the country is still the country it was before. , The world is still GD's world, don't think that it's all right if you become an immortal, there are tens of thousands of party members in the country, and some of them are people who will deal with you.

Breathing the smog in Yanjing, Zhang Muyang nodded, it was still the familiar formula and the familiar taste.

(End of this chapter)