I Honor

Hard training

Outside the cell, the breath was dispersing. Although it wasn’t a real flame burning his body, it was very hot. Meng Qi felt his skin was scorching hot, like a fire. , mixed with the upper body sweat.Dizzy, with his head swollen, Meng Qi managed to calm himself down and maintained the qi circulation route of the first level of the golden bell cover. He was especially thankful that he had an iron cloth shirt as the base, otherwise his skin would have been “burned” and his moisture loss was serious, so he couldn’t hold on .

This is many times more terrifying than going to a sauna

The internal force was constantly running, and Meng Qi felt that the muscles seemed to be “melting” little by little, and “reorganizing” constantly, from the inside out, in conjunction with the “transformation” of the golden bell cover.

At the dantian, it also started to condense again.

Sweat boiled, and Meng Qi’s vision became blurred. He felt that the scene in front of him was shaking. Take ten breaths.

The never-before-seen torment and suffering made Meng Qi subconsciously look into the cage, as if he was longing for Huohu to move inward, away from himself, so that the high temperature here could be slightly lowered.

Huohu, with red feathers all over her body, seemed to feel Meng Qi’s gaze, opened her eyes, and took a step in his direction, so the temperature became even higher.

The dead bird, Meng Qi, cursed secretly, not daring to look at Huohu again, for fear that it would move towards him again.

After ten breaths passed, Meng Qi closed his eyes and tried his best to let himself forget the torment of the high temperature, the discomfort of the skin and muscles, and all the surroundings, and immerse himself in the cultivation of the Golden Bell Shade.

After an unknown amount of time, the voice of “Amitabha Buddha” came to Meng Qi’s ears, just as he was ending a weekly interval.

“Master.” Meng Qi opened his eyes and saw Xuan Bei standing in front of him.

Xuan Bei nodded lightly: “That’s enough, today’s training ends here. It’s beyond my master’s expectation that you can last a day.”

“One day” Meng Qi asked in a hoarse voice, feeling extremely astonished that he had survived for a whole day

At the same time, he finished his breath adjustment and stood up slowly. He only felt pain all over his body and his legs were weak. He wished to find a cool place to lie down and sleep immediately.

Xuan Bei often had a smile on his melancholy face: “Master, I originally thought that you could bear it for two hours at most, but you have persisted for five full hours. Your perseverance is commendable, and you are not as impetuous as you appear to be.”

Sometimes I just have fun in bitterness, to relieve my mood. In fact, I knew in my heart that Meng Qi secretly argued for himself, but as soon as he took a step, he almost fell down because he was too hot, dizzy and weak.

With a wave of Xuan Bei’s sleeve robe, You Feng rose from the unknown place, supported Meng Qi firmly, prevented him from falling, and let him walk out of Huo Hu’s cell.

The coolness hit, Meng Qiu’s mind was cleared, and he suddenly felt alive again

“But don’t force yourself to support yourself, it’s easy to hurt your body, five hours is enough.” Xuan Bei walked in front, and said casually to Meng Qi, “In this way, you will be able to become the No. One level, the first three levels will not exceed three months.”

Three months! Meng Qi frowned, because he didn’t know how long it would be before the next reincarnation mission. If it took a year or so, it would be worry-free. If it was only one month like last time, then his golden clock The mask can at most pass the second level, and there is no substantial improvement.

Fortunately, there was a rainstorm and pear blossom needles saved my life

Meng Qi could only think this way, because the golden bell jar is a magical skill with a strong foundation and slow progress. If it is cultivated normally, the first three trials will take at least a year. months, now it can be practiced in three months, what are you complaining about?

Speechless all the way, Meng Qi dragged his weak body back to the small courtyard where Xuan Bei was, went straight to the water tank, picked up the wooden ladle, and drank two full ladles to alleviate the water shortage.

After entering the meditation room, Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui was meditating, with a smile on his face, concentrating on it, with a touch of Zen.

Is this guy really suitable for practicing “Flower Finger?” Meng Qi was stunned, and immediately found the Ganoderma Lucidum Buqi Pill and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged to recuperate his body and replenish his internal energy.

During dinner, Meng Qi erupted with the strongest “combat power” ever, and he was surprised by the amount of food he ate.

And after eating and drinking enough, Meng Qi, who had practiced hard for a day during the day, was extremely tired and just wanted to lie dead on the bunk. There is no substantive difference between monks’ houses, if not for the sake of keeping secrets and facilitating one’s own cultivation, there would not even be a separate small courtyard.

“Brother, I’m going to continue meditating.” Zhenhui said to Meng Qi enthusiastically, and rushed back to the meditation room without any resistance to cultivation.

Seeing this, Meng Qi sighed, turned around and walked into the courtyard, found a Jie Dao, and practiced the “Blood Saber Technique” under the cold moonlight.

You can’t slack off, you don’t know when the reincarnation mission will start

The “Blood Knife Technique” attaches great importance to the pace and the angle of the move. It pays attention to looking forward and suddenly behind. Only in this way can the knife technique be extremely weird, and each knife is cut from an incredible position. Qi’s “God’s Ever-changing” complements each other, and they promote each other through practice.

After practicing the saber technique several times, the exhausted Meng Qi stopped, gasped for breath, and planned to take a rest.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xuan Bei standing at the door of the Zen room for an unknown how long.

“Master.” Meng Qi put his palms together quickly.

Xuan Bei nodded,She proudly showed a satisfied look: “Very good.”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into his meditation room.

Meng Qi secretly felt complacent, adjusted his breath for a while, and continued to practice the saber technique.

Day after day, Meng Qi repeated the two-point and one-line life in Huohu Prison and Xuanbei Small Courtyard. He felt that the golden bell was running more and more smoothly, and there were strange changes in his body, and he successfully practiced on the thirteenth day. passed the first pass.

On this day, Meng Qi was sitting cross-legged in front of Huohu’s cell, with few beads of sweat on his body surface, reflecting a little golden color.

Although the high temperature remained the same, Meng Qi’s discomfort eased a lot. He no longer felt dizzy, his skin didn’t feel burning, and his body became much calmer.

Suddenly, Meng Qi’s dantian became golden, and there seemed to be a slight sound.

After the sound, the golden color faded, Meng Qi opened his eyes, and moved his neck contentedly.

On the twenty-ninth day, the second stage of the golden bell cover has been practiced into Dantian and re-condensed

Xuan Bei seemed to be staying here all the time, and didn’t leave. Seeing this, she nodded slightly: “That’s right, the third level of training will start tomorrow.”

“Master, is the third level still here?” Meng Qi stood up and asked with concern.

Up to now, his sense of prostration has improved a lot after each practice, at least he won’t be so weak that he will fall when he walks.

“Outside the cell in front.” Xuan Bei gestured with his eyes.

Meng Qi followed his line of sight to look over, and found that it was the room he had noticed before. It was filled with cold air, and there was a layer of ice crystals on the ground.

Before it was “hot”, now it is “cold”

Xuan Bei said slowly: “The one locked inside is the Frost Tortoise, you need to use its icy breath to practice the third level.”

“Yes, Master.” Meng Qi looked at the prison cell and saw a giant tortoise with a light blue shell on its back. Snowflakes fluttered inside and ice crystals were everywhere, which was in stark contrast to the Huohu prison cell separated by a wall.

After returning to the small courtyard, Xuan Bei gave the token to Meng Qi: “You should be familiar with the daily visits, and you can go to practice on your own in the future, and tell the teacher after the third level is completed.”

Meng Qi nodded and said yes. After all, during the past month, when he was practicing, his master had been guarding him, which delayed him a lot of time. Now that he has completed the second level of the golden bell cover, he is also familiar with the environment there. Self-reliant.

The next day, holding the token, Meng Qi successfully entered the stupa and arrived at the first floor where “Cold Turtle” was imprisoned.

As soon as he stepped inside, Meng Qi felt a bone-piercing chill, colder than every winter he had experienced before, as if even his bone marrow was frozen.

As usual, with his upper body bare, he sat down cross-legged tremblingly, running the golden bell cover with the third care method to keep out the cold.

This time, Meng Qi didn’t go to see the “Frost Turtle”, and “begged” it to retreat for a while, so as to avoid the opposite consequences.

However, as he practiced, Meng Qi felt more and more cold, as if he had practiced the third care method for nothing.

Opening his eyes, he found that at some point, the cold turtle had quietly moved near the iron fence.

The damn monster Meng Qi gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.

“Haha, stupid human beings, don’t you know that this dead turtle has the most vengeful heart? It just flooded a city and has been imprisoned here for decades. How could it be possible for you humans to be pleasing to the eye?” A noisy voice came from the opposite side.

Meng Qi happened to be sharpening his eyes, and through the cold air, he saw a little bird lying on the cage.

It was very ugly, with a round body like a ball, two short wings covered with black feathers, and a fish-like mouth instead of a beak on its head.

“What do you see? We don’t change our name in business, we don’t change our surname when we sit down, and our Taoist name is Chui Yizi. He is a descendant of the Kunpeng clan.” The little bird said bouncingly, “You must be wondering why we didn’t talk to you a few days ago, like We are such a proud Kunpeng, do we talk to humans casually?”

Meng Qi ignored it, closed his eyes, and concentrated on his cultivation.

“Tsk, little monk, what’s the use of relying on the cold air of a dead tortoise? You have to find Hanchi anyway, haha, by then, you will be frozen into ice slag, and you can’t die anymore!” He didn’t have the awareness that Meng Qi was cultivating, so he continued to babble.

“Your pose is so ugly, you humans really have no taste.” It picked Meng Qi from head to toe, and said for an hour.

“Little monk, what’s the use of practicing tortoise shell kung fu like the golden bell cover? It’s better to let us out, we will benefit you.”

Meng Qi only felt the noise coming into his ears, and made himself restless. He wanted to jump up and find something to plug this guy’s mouth. It was too noisy, and he could talk too much. Do you know that you need to be clean when you practice?

“Speaking of benefits, our Kunpeng clan has been passed down for countless thousands of years. My grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather once said.” Endless

After finishing a week, Meng Qi got up abruptly, intending to gag the mouth of “Changing Wing Zi”, but the bird was extremely alert, and the moment Meng Qi got up, he flew back into the depths of the cell, triumphantly saying: “You Thought we couldn’t see when you’d run through a Sunday”

“Haha, listen to us honestly”: