White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 81
"Taiyi, the meaning of the supreme, the purpose taught, directly mentions sexual energy, and does not fall into the second method, so it is wonderful..."

Qiao Chen meditated on the secret meaning of the text of "Taiyi Jinhua Dafa" in his heart, calmed down, and kept his thoughts in one mind.Zhongdantian is located at Tanzhong point, in the middle of the line connecting the two chests, and it is a special place in the human body to receive Qi.

According to the scriptures, there are eleven or eighteen innate qi stored in the middle dantian, three of which are the main qi, and the remaining fifteen are auxiliary qi, which is a subtle reflection of the Taoist principle of "three births and all things".

It's just that the commonly-called innate qi is "clear qi from heaven and earth", which can only be beneficial to the human body when incorporated into the body, but the eighteen innate qi in the middle dantian are "turbid qi from the universe", which is what each person is The things that exist in the mother's womb are not only useless to the human body, but also very harmful.

Eighteen turbid breaths are like eighteen shackles, which block all potentials contained in the human body. If all the turbid qi in the body disappears, even an ordinary person can become a martial arts master in an instant. tripod!

As for Qiao Chen'an, if he wanted to successfully step into the Golden Core Realm, at least he had to refine a breath of turbid air, but the difficulty was probably no less than dancing with the tip of a knife and walking on the tip of the tip.

With the passage of time, Qiao Chenan adjusted his state to the best. At the same time, his mind guided the soul power in Tianxin and the spiritual power in the lower dantian to rush to Tanzhong acupoint. Unity, this is only the first step on the Jindan road.

But just this first step stumped him.

It is not difficult for him to manipulate soul power or spiritual power, but the difficulty of this step lies in the fact that these two kinds of power with different natures must be kept in a certain proportion, and run from different meridians respectively, and finally arrive at the chest at the same time. Tanzhong acupoint, and then broke through the wall of the acupoint in one fell swoop, and entered the acupoint.

Qiao Chen'an tried several times in succession, and he couldn't even control the amount of the two kinds of power well, let alone have to be distracted to run in the meridians. For him, it was as difficult as heaven.

Moreover, the human body is still a very fragile structure, with meridians all over the inside and viscera all around, if there is a little carelessness when doing the exercises, these two forces will lose control and hurt the internal organs.

It should be noted that internal injuries are a hundred times more difficult to heal than external injuries.

After trying about a hundred times, Qiao Chen'an's face suddenly turned pale, and traces of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Just now, the power in his body lost control and directly hurt his lungs.

He opened his eyes, gently wiped away the blood on the corners of his mouth, with a touch of bitterness in his eyes, and sighed: "It's hard!"

But I also know that it is not easy to practice the Dao, this time is just the beginning, I don’t know how many difficulties and obstacles are waiting for me on the road ahead, if I feel depressed because of this setback, it is really ridiculous.

He knows that he is not a genius in cultivating the Tao, and can only be regarded as a mediocre talent. If he wants to make great strides on the road of cultivation, he must pay several times, or even dozens of times the effort of "genius", but fortunately, although he is Useless, but extremely persistent.

As long as you believe in a certain thing, even if you are skinned and boned, it will be difficult to change your mind even after a thousand calamities.

If it doesn't work once, then it's ten times, if it doesn't work ten times, it's a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, it's no big deal.

He believes that there is nothing in this world that cannot be accomplished by the word "diligence".

What's more, 1 years is too long, he is only fighting for the day and night, and there is not much time left for him in the future. Even if he knows that there are fierce tigers in the front mountain, he still wants to go to the tiger mountain. Back to the hero who beat the tiger!
Even if he was buried in the belly of a tiger, he would have no regrets, just because his name is Qiao Chen'an, hey!
After performing dozens of exercises, the spiritual power in Qiao Chenan's body was almost exhausted, and he was recovering quickly under the effect of "tangyuan", but more of it was mental exhaustion. He spent a whole morning practicing and manipulating these two forces, Great mental loss.

He took out the Yangyuan tea he got from Chenghuang's place and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it, and immediately melted a strong bitterness, but Qiao Chenan didn't care, just chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it.

All of a sudden, I felt a mysterious warm current in my stomach, rushing straight to my mind, and my mind, which was exhausted and exhausted, became much clearer and clearer.

If other monks saw him behave like this, they might be so angry that they would spit out a liter of blood. The effectiveness of Yangyuan tea can only be exerted to the greatest extent if it is soaked in hot water.

"nice one!"

Qiao Chenan smiled speechlessly, closed his eyes immediately, and began to manipulate two forces to attack the Tanzhong acupoint again, um, this is No.90 three times...

One hundred and eighth time.

160th time.

……

Three hundred and first time...

As time passed by, the blood on the corner of his mouth became more and more.

When Qiao Chenan performed the exercises for the 420th and sixth time, the two forces finally came to the Tanzhong acupoint, and the next step was knocking. Under his gaze, the Tanzhong acupoint was completely black and tightly closed, Like a black stone wall.

Qiao Chen'an gritted his teeth, a fierce look appeared on his face, and the two forces slammed into the black stone wall with an indomitable momentum. It was as if a roar exploded in the nothingness, and the two forces seemed to be slapping on the rocks. The waves on the ground collapsed in an instant.

Qiao Chenan's body trembled involuntarily, a layer of cold sweat suddenly seeped out of his body, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

After sitting like this for nearly a quarter of an hour, Qiao Chen'an opened his mouth and cursed: "Who created this exercise, it's trying to play me to death!"

Although his face was full of displeasure and complaints, the light in his eyes became even more blazing.

Turning to look out of the window, only then did I realize that the sky had already darkened, the voices of pedestrians on the street gradually faded, the night was dark, there was no starlight in the sky, and a thick layer of dark clouds shrouded Hangzhou.

After practicing for a whole day, even with the nourishment of Yangyuan tea, Qiao Chen'an's mental exhaustion had almost reached its limit. At this moment, he didn't even want to move half a finger, so he simply turned over and fell on the bed. Time fell asleep.

On the second day, the heavy rain came as expected, and the sound of the pattering rain woke Qiao Chenan from his sleep. After a night's rest, his spirit was obviously much better. When he walked to the bedside, he saw that the whole city was shrouded in rain. Among them, water vapor filled the air.

Houses, pedestrians, and wine streamers are all shrouded in a layer of fog.

A gust of cold wind slapped Qiao Chenan's cheeks with raindrops, as if he didn't belong to this world.

Qiao Chenan suddenly remembered the oil-paper umbrella his mother gave him when he came to Hangzhou, so he found it out of his luggage. The surface of the umbrella was made of ordinary oil-paper, and he just painted a few simple landscapes, which seemed to be Qiantang County. The nearby scenery, when stretched out, has a different artistic conception.

He smiled slightly, picked up a brush and wrote the word "Joe" on the handle of the umbrella.

　Thanks to "Chen Xiaoshu" for one hundred rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)