Have a good sleep, until daylight comes.
Chang Siguo, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a knock on the door. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed wearing only his shirt and thin trousers, with the quilt neatly folded aside. He slept like this all night. Fortunately, he had achieved some success in cultivation. The body is strong and strong, and is generally invulnerable to cold and heat.
He quickly got up, shook up the quilt, put on a cotton robe and winter clothes, and said:
"I'm coming."
He walked to the door in a few steps, straightened the bench leaning against the wooden door, opened the door, and saw a young warehouse soldier bringing breakfast for him, carrying it in a bamboo basket with a dry towel covering it. Cold, you don't need to think about it to know that this must be Mo Xing's arrangement.
These days, Chang Siguo woke up late and missed breakfast for the first time.
Mo Xing didn't call him. There wasn't much to do in the warehouse. As a young man, it didn't matter if he slept a little longer in the cold weather.
Of course, I have always thought about this transcendent treatment.
If other warehouse soldiers dare to get up late, they will definitely not have breakfast, and there will be other punishments waiting for them.
The so-called same person but different destiny, there is nothing to complain about.
"Excuse me, Brother Shitou."
Chang Siguo took the bamboo basket, smiled and thanked him, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone.
"Brother Hei, you're welcome. It's just a matter of convenience. I'll go ahead and take your time."
The young soldier named Shitou saw that Chang thought of his favor, and the discomfort in his heart disappeared. He smiled and said a few polite words, rubbed his cold hands and turned away.
Chang Siguo closed the door, finished breakfast, and remembered the strange movements last night before falling asleep. He sat down again, circulated his breath and carefully checked his physical condition. When the breath traveled along the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, the breath did not continue to move forward, but It swirled up in a whirlpool, and then I felt a chill on my head, as if there was cold air pouring in.
"Is this... opening the qi machine at the top of the head and opening the heavenly orifice?"
Such an obvious abnormality suddenly made Chang Siguo think of opening the Heavenly Aperture. Although he still didn't know what benefits opening the Heavenly Aperture would do to him, he still remembered that the Taoist priest Mingyuan had said that opening the Heavenly Aperture meant that cultivation had entered the realm. New world.
Chang Siguo was somewhat repelled by what Mingyuan Taoist taught him. He still had an urgent need to improve his own strength and would not stop eating due to choking. He always remembered the dangerous feeling that Ke Fan gave him like a ray of light on his back.
It was somewhat beyond his expectation that Ke Fan could give him such a long time to practice quietly without disturbing him.
He would not think that Ke Fan had forgotten about him after suppressing him with unknown background.
Perhaps Ke Fan didn't expect that his cultivation would improve so quickly, and he wanted to keep him quiet for a while, and then deal with his affairs when Master Tian wasn't paying attention, thus giving him a chance to improve his cultivation.
Chang Siguo lives in seclusion on weekdays and only wanders around the neighborhood at most, just to avoid facing Ke Fan.
This was to prevent the other party from noticing something unusual about him, which would arouse Ke Fan's fear and attack him early.
All in all, he needs time to improve himself and gain enlightenment, which is of course a good thing for his situation.
Chang Siguo quickly discovered the first benefit after opening the Heavenly Aperture. He could absorb the energy from the outside world through the Heavenly Aperture. Compared with breathing through the mouth and nose, it was equivalent to one more way. In this way... he could absorb the efficiency of cultivation, and Not multiplied!
No wonder you feel a chill on your head, that’s why!
Suppressing the excitement in my heart and using my thoughts to guide it, the breath that was swirling in the Baihui Heavenly Aperture branched off and continued to move along the meridians. It went smoothly all the way to the sea of qi, and then circulated downwards.
After running the technique for half a quarter of an hour, Chang thought about Zhou Tianjian, who had stopped breathing.
He noticed that the opened heavenly orifice also closed after he stopped practicing for a breath, so he closed his eyes and meditated.
After a while, Chang Siguo opened his eyes, exhaled, and whispered to himself: "Opening the heavenly aperture can really increase the efficiency of cultivation by 30 to 20%. It would be great if we could find a blessed place with abundant energy."
He smiled to himself, shook his head, and gave up the unrealistic thoughts.
Chang Siguo slowly circulated his breath and reversed it along the meridians. Since the heavenly orifice was opened through the reversal of breath, he wanted to try it again. After opening the heavenly orifice and then reversely transporting the breath to the top of his head for a hundred hours, what else would happen? Variety?
Without anyone to guide him in his cultivation, he could only be bolder and explore his cultivation.
The breath passed through Tiantu, Renzhong, and slowly traveled to Yintang. There was no discomfort or any signs of dizziness. On the contrary, it felt refreshed. Chang Siguo continued to move the breath slowly upward with confidence. It went smoothly and there was no chance of encountering it again. The slightest stagnation.
When the breath traveled retrograde and reached Baihui as expected, he found that the heavenly orifice had not been opened to pour in air-conditioning.
After gathering momentum for a moment, there was still no change, and the breath was about to dissipate.
He was not prepared to continue running down Baihui aimlessly. The aura of reverse luck was equivalent to sailing against the current, which still made his heart tremble for some reason. Suddenly, he felt his eyes light up, and the dark room became brighter. It was a weird feeling.
He... could "see" the scattered quilts and walls behind him very clearly, as if he was sensing them, which was different from seeing them with his eyes.
Chang Si was startled for a moment, suddenly thought of a possibility, and quickly closed his eyes.
It was bright all around. He didn't use his eyes, but he could see objects 360 degrees around him. Three meters away, it was still dim and hazy, making it difficult to see clearly.
"This is the opening of the heavenly eye! Full vision."
Chang Siguo never expected that the opening of the heavenly orifice would give him such a big surprise.
When he was on Earth, he occasionally saw the story of "opening the eyes of the sky" on TV or in novels. It still felt very incredible that it actually happened to him.
Guided by thoughts, I looked forward and found that I was only paying attention to one direction. The "looking" distance slowly extended forward, and the vision in the other three directions gradually disappeared. About ten feet away, there was a blue-grey wall, which could not be seen through. Moving to the left is a wooden door.
Chang Siguo had an idea, and he focused his gaze more closely, looking for the gap in the wooden door to slip through.
Sure enough, when I saw the snow outside the door, I could clearly see even the slightest flaws on the snow.
Curiosity aroused, he wanted to know how far the line of sight was in one direction, so he continued to extend forward. About three feet away, there was the main entrance of the warehouse. There were two warehouse soldiers standing guard with their feet stamped, their faces turning pale from the cold.
Without stopping, his eyes continued to peek forward, until he reached about four feet, and beyond that it became a blur.
Chang Siguo already knew that he could only "see" so far in one direction.
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, a young figure in black robe appeared. Chang Siguo suddenly realized that the person coming was Ke Fan, the person he least wanted to face. He couldn't help but stare at Ke Fan's face.
Ke Fan was wearing a thin black robe with dark pattern embroidery, a jade belt around his waist, a long sword, and fluttering wide sleeves. He stepped on the white snow and walked gracefully towards the door of the warehouse. He was still a few feet away from the Shanmen. The soldiers on duty moved the railing. He stood up straight, not daring to stomp his feet to keep warm.
Ke Fan suddenly noticed something strange, as if someone was spying on him.
Stopping, Ke Fan looked around suspiciously. Behind him was the white small school ground. Except for the soldiers on duty, there was no one else more than ten feet away. As soon as he stopped, the feeling of being watched disappeared.
Ke Fan waved to the saluting soldiers on duty and looked to the southwest.
Could it be that the General of the Central Military Camp was spying on him in the dark with his spiritual thoughts?
The time was too short and he failed to capture the location of the peeper. If the General was peeping, it shouldn't attract his attention, right? Full of confusion, he walked inside and entered the front door of the warehouse. After receiving the message, Mo Xing hurriedly greeted him and asked politely: "Where is Hei Wa?"
The bosses and team leaders in the military camp didn't look down on him, so they weren't even polite when asking questions.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Siguo came out of the warehouse with a dustpan in his left hand and a broom in his right hand. There were still some debris and dust in the dustpan, and it looked like it had just been cleaned from inside.
