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Qi Xiang's soul returned to his body, entered the sea of ​​consciousness again, and focused on watching the spiritual light. The spiritual light flashed slightly, only the size of a needle tip, but it was very clear and full of spirituality.

"Real seeds, real seeds..."

Qi Xiang murmured to herself, her eyes slowly lit up: "The innate qi is the true seed."

"It seems that you can do this."

Qi Xiang's mind was determined, and with a thought, under his involvement, the spiritual light immediately floated out of the sea of ​​consciousness, then slowly sank, and finally fell into his dantian.

Dantian, also known as Qihai, is the place where true qi gathers.

But when he drove the spiritual light to fall into his dantian, he was surprised to find that his dantian seemed empty and had no change at all.

The spiritual light shines on the Dantian, everything is as usual, without any movement.

"No."

At this moment, Qi Xiang also realized that he had taken it for granted. The scene of the imaginary light and true energy blending into one, like a spring gushing overflowing, did not happen at all.

"It should be that the key link is missing." Qi Xiang fell into deep thought: "What exactly is missing?"

Qi Xiang was puzzled and was confused and dawned.

Early in the morning, the sun was warm, Qi Xiang got up and washed her face, and walked into the courtyard. At this time, Lin Dazhu was chopping wood, lifting his hand and falling, and pieces of wood were easily broken, without any effort.

Qi Xiang leaned at the door, watching quietly.

At first glance, he found that Lin Dazhu's action of chopping wood was very concise. It was to cut from top to bottom. It was a very simple knife, neither too much nor too little, neither light nor too heavy. After one knife, the hard wood was broken through the two halves.

A layman watches the excitement, while an expert sees the tricks.

Although Qi Xiang is not a senior expert, he has seen some clues. When Lin Dazhu raised the knife, he did not use force on his arms or wrists, but on his waist and legs, twisting slightly.

In an instant, the force emanated from the ground and then reached the upper arm. Then waved the knife. The hatchet that was not too thick flashed slightly, and it was like a broken bamboo, which easily split the hard wood.

Not only that, his actions also have an indescribable charm.

Qi Xiang thought about it and suddenly realized, right...

When Lin Dazhu chopped firewood, it was like he had undergone thousands of repeated drills, without any fancy things, and there was no complicated and unnecessary movements. He was tempered and finally simplified and divided into one knife.

The seemingly simple knife may contain the countless sweat, blood and tears that Lin Dazhu has shed over the past fifteen years.

Thousands of tempering...

Qi Xiang was in a daze and her heart was suddenly shaken. He seemed to understand something vaguely. He suddenly understood why he tried to cultivate the seeds of true qi last night but never moved.

The key is to practice calligraphy.

The knowledge you get from paper is always shallow. You must practice it yourself if you know this.

Whether it is spiritual light or various magic, many things, he has just obtained the inheritance. If he masters, he can also use them.

However, this ability that is similar to getting something for nothing is not as hard work as hard work and down-to-earth diligent study and practice. Therefore, when in the underground casino, if he did not have the blessing of the relic energy, he would probably not be able to take a move in Luxiping's hands.

Not to mention that Lu Xiping was flat, Qi Xiang was very suspicious. Without using magic, even Lin Dazhu in front of him could level him up with three punches and two kicks.

Qi Xiang pondered and thought, and felt a little lost.

At the same time, Lin Dazhu snapped and waved his knife to cut a piece of wood in half. Then, in the light of his eyes, he saw Qi Xiang leaning against the door.

"ah……"

Lin Dazhu was stunned and said in surprise: "Brother Qi, why did you run out?"

"...The room is stuffy, come out and breathe."

Qi Xiang found a reason casually and sat down in the rocking chair next to the door. When he pulled the armrest, he changed from sitting to lying. Although his injuries are not serious now, he still needs to recuperate. Lying down is definitely more comfortable than sitting.

"You're hurt..."

Lin Dazhu said anxiously: "You can't walk around."

"It doesn't matter!"

Qi Xiang waved her hand, looked around and asked, "By the way, where is your grandfather?"

“Go out.”

Lin Dazhu said, "I went to the mountain to dig medicine. I will boil a few more bowls of medicine for you."

When Qi Xiang heard this, she felt very sorry: "Why are you so embarrassed to bother him?"

"It's okay, my grandfather can't stay idle anyway." Lin Dazhu smiled and said, "When he has free time, he likes to go up the mountain to dig medicinal materials, by the way."

This is the truth. Most of the medicinal materials dug by Mr. Lin are used on Lin Dazhu.

After all, practicing martial arts is a very mental and blood-consuming thing. If there were not enough medicinal materials to nourish and take a bath, Lin Dazhu would probably have lost his figure and would not be able to support his current status.

Therefore, from ancient times to the present, there has been a saying that wealth and wealth in literature and martial arts are rich.

"How can I be so embarrassed..."

Qi Xiang shook her head and said, "Dazhu, you..."

He wanted to ask if Lin Dazhu had any online banking or something. He transferred money directly from the Internet, which was also considered as repaying the life-saving grace of the Lin family's grandparents and grandchildren.

But before he could finish his words, a head suddenly poked out from the outer wall of the yard.

"Big pillar, big pillar..."

When he heard the movement, Qi Xiang forgot to speak and looked over. He saw that the person who was protruding his head against the wall was a thin young man with dark skin and white teeth.

This person should be Lin Dazhu's friend. He grabbed his hands by the wall, stretched his head hard, and exposed his neck one by one, looking very difficult.

"Waiter."

When Lin Dazhu heard the movement, he quickly turned around and said in surprise: "Okay, why are you climbing on the wall? If there is a door, just knock on the door. Come down quickly..."

"Don't!"

Xiao Er's voice was very low, even a bit sneaky. His eyes rolled, he looked at it slowly before he started to ask, "Dazhu, your grandpa, aren't you at home?"

"Not here, I'm out."

Lin Dazhu said casually, and then realized something. His tall body shrank slightly. As if he was going to do something shameful, his voice lowered a little: "What, you have something to do?"

“Yes, yes…”

When the waiter heard that Mr. Lin was not at home, he smiled and was very happy and brilliant: "Dazhu, there... there is a party over there, and I heard it is very lively. Are you here?"

"I..." Lin Dazhu hesitated and hesitated: "I won't go anymore, there are customers at home..."

"What guest?" The waiter was stunned, and then he saw Qi Xiang lying on the rocking chair. He immediately understood: "The person you saved the day before yesterday..."

"yes."

Lin Dazhu nodded and whispered: "My grandfather went up the mountain to collect herbs to heal him. He might be back at noon."

"He doesn't pick herbs that fast."

The waiter narrowed his eyes and smiled, "By the way, Dazhu. I heard that the guy who lost to you last time was very dissatisfied. He practiced hard for more than a month under the guidance of an expert and threatened to slap you in the face."

"If you lose, you won't lose. If you don't go, I'm afraid..."

The waiter sighed softly: "I'm afraid everyone will think you are afraid of him."

This is a very superficial provocation method, but it is very effective. Anyway, Lin Dazhu heard it and immediately sneered: "Will I be afraid of that little white-faced?"

"I know you are not afraid, but people are afraid of this idiom. Do you understand? Everyone speaks to make gold. Three people become tigers."

Xiao Er had a smile in his eyes and said with a jealousy: "Others don't know. You have something to do and can't go out. Instead, you feel that you are a bear bag when you escape at the last minute."

"Du!"

Lin Dazhu cut off a piece of wood with one knife, then threw down the hatchet, clapped his hands and said, "Where is a party, I have agreed that I can only go for a while, and I must come back before noon."

"Haha, Dazhu, with your strength, deal with that kid for at most three or five minutes."

The waiter smiled and waved, "Blow him up and convince him, and then rushed back to continue chopping wood, without delaying much time. Come out quickly, if you have a car, I will wait for you."

"good……"

Lin Dazhu nodded, then turned around and looked at Qi Xiang, feeling a little embarrassed and embarrassed to speak.

Qi Xiang smiled and was considerate: "If you have something to do, go out. I am not a talkative person. Today I am just basking in the sun in the yard. I don't know what's happening outside the yard."

Lin Dazhu was not stupid, so he naturally knew that this was the intention of Qi Xiang hiding it on his behalf. At that moment, he smiled and said thank you Brother Qi, and then ran away in a hurry.

"This kid..."

Qi Xiang smiled helplessly, feeling that Mr. Lin’s concerns were not unreasonable.

Lin Dazhu is still young, has an unstable and very competitive nature. He can even be fooled by a small provocation. Then when he is exploring the world, he probably doesn't know how he was cheated of death.

Of course, it is also possible that Lin Dazhu knew that this was a provocation, but he wanted to go there in his heart, so he would rather go with the flow and be fooled like this. The problem is that he did not even have basic restraint, which is also a manifestation of low experience.

"squeak……"

Qi Xiang curled up in the rocking chair and didn't want to worry about this little business. After all, young people are not as passionate as the saying goes, "Young people are not inferior to the second one."

A young man who is second-year will also grow up. If he suffers some losses and setbacks, he will naturally grow and mature.

"Strange, why do I think he will suffer a loss this time?"

Qi Xiang was puzzled and puzzled. He scratched his head and stopped thinking about it. Then he closed his eyes and shone on his body in the warm spring sunshine, making him feel lazy and very comfortable.

Reflecting the sunlight, the qi and blood on his body also flowed little by little in his body. The boiling and rolling qi and blood slowly washed the stagnant deposited in the wound, and then slowly repaired the damaged muscle tissue.

Itchy, sour, painful, mixed flavors, and it is difficult to relieve it.

Qi Xiang endured all kinds of discomforts, and over time, she gradually improved. She felt that the burden on the wounds of her body had also been reduced a lot. It is expected that she could only recover for another three or five days.
Chapter completed!