Ning Qingyun didn't know at this time that Rong Xianxian had planned to go to the fairy world to find a way to repair his Dantian.
"Immortal, "The Sutra of Essence of Souls" is a top-notch technique that can be used to cultivate the soul. You go find paper and pen. I will write down this technique for you. If you practice it well, it should be helpful to improve your realm." It had been more than half an hour since Ning Qingyun woke up. The black lightning was raging in his sea of consciousness, giving him an unbearable headache.
"Okay." There was paper and pen in the sachet space that Rong Xianxian carried with her. With a thought, a stack of white paper and a pen appeared in her hands.
There was a study room in the wooden house. Ning Qingyun recalled the content of the exercise and wrote the four characters "Yunhun Sutra" on the paper. However, when he continued to write, he found that he didn't know how to write. That exercise He knew the content by heart, but could not write a single word.
Rong Xianxian noticed something strange about him, and she immediately guessed the reason, "Qingyun, the skills on the Chuan Gong Yu Jue cannot be put on paper and can only be passed down by word of mouth. The skills you got should be Also like this."
"Then I'll dictate it now and see how much you can remember."
It took two people, one to talk and the other to remember. After two hours, Rong Xianxian was finally able to retell everything. It took so long this time. It was not that her memory was not good, but that the technique was complicated and there were many terms to explain. Very laborious.
Ning Qingyun listened to Rong Xianxian's complete retelling of the technique and nodded. The immortal remembered it very quickly, just memorize the formula and practice slowly later.
"Xianxian, based on my last experience, I can last about two days in this state. During this time, I have studied several new methods of making magic circles. Now I have written down the required materials. Look at what I have in my hand. There is nothing suitable, I will make it for you..." Before Ning Qingyun finished speaking, Rong Xianxian stepped forward and took away the pen in his hand. Ning Qingyun looked up, and Rong Xianxian held his face with both hands and kissed him.
The gentle and lingering kiss, with deep yearning, lingered in the hearts of the two of them, unwilling to separate for a long time. At this moment, Ning Qingyun's mind broke out, and he took a breath of pain.
"Are you okay, Qingyun?" Rong Xianxian asked worriedly.
"It's okay!" Ning Qingyun said while holding back the pain.
Rong Xianxian took out a slender white jade bottle with a red silk thread on the mouth from the sachet space. Inside was a powerful analgesic specially made by her. I wonder if it could relieve the pain of soul refining.
When Ning Qingyun saw the elixir handed over by Rong Xianxian, he took it without hesitation and swallowed it. Then, Rong Xianxian took out an exquisite jade gourd, uncorked the bottle and handed it to him. It has healing properties and can quickly replenish the spiritual essence of Reiki.
"Qingyun, refining the magic circle takes a lot of energy. We don't practice. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I have many things to say to you!" Ning Qingyun's current state is not suitable for doing anything that requires concentration. Black tribulation thunder broke out from time to time, making it impossible for him to calm down.
"Okay, then you say it!" Ning Qingyun smiled, the wind was clear and the moon was bright.
"I just gave you painkillers. Do you feel better now?" Rong Xianxian asked expectantly.
"I feel much better!" After Ning Qingyun took the elixir, the pain in his mind reduced by 20 to 30%.
"That's good! Qingyun, come and try this!" Rong Xianxian stretched out her palm, and there was a bright black jade the size of her little finger lying on her palm.
