Practicing Qigong, Lin Wanjie is like crossing the river by feeling the stones.
The problems encountered during the process can only be understood but cannot be explained. Should I ask the prince for advice? Lin Wanjie really didn't know how to describe it.
But he had experience and ideas, and instinctively felt that it was wrong to continue practicing like this.
Nangong Ying didn't know what Lin Wanjie was thinking, so she just watched from the side. When she saw the man concentrating on his thoughts, he felt an indescribable masculinity.
Nangong Ying pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth.
Every time Nangong Ying smiled, there was always something evil and strange.
Lin Wanjie didn't notice it, thinking that the three-day period was fleeting, and if he didn't practice well, he would not be able to save his life when it came to the competition venue.
After all, Lin Wanjie still cherishes his life. Even if he has to die, he must die meaningfully.
He died in the martial arts arena and was watched by so many people. He couldn't afford to lose this person.
So Lin Wanjie started meditating again, started practicing Qigong again, and left Nangong Ying aside.
This time, Lin Wanjie didn't force himself when the qi circulated to the point where the meridians were blocked.
In his memory, he clearly remembered the flow of Qin Huairou's meridians, so he made his own decision, no longer practiced according to the pictures and texts, and used his true energy to create a new path.
If you think of Qi circulation as a long-distance race, Lin Wanjie's move is a shortcut.
However, it is okay to take shortcuts in running competitions, but taking shortcuts in martial arts training may cause serious problems.
At first, Lin Wanjie didn't feel anything.
After running like this for three weeks, my body gradually began to feel uncomfortable.
There seemed to be a pair of hands tearing at his legs in his lower abdomen, trying to open them up.
His breathing also became rapid, big beads of sweat rolled down one drop at a time, the veins in his body were beating heavily, and his whole body was like a bison, ready to explode at any time.
Lin Wanjie felt like he was possessed, his crotch was burning with fire, making him panic.
I want to stop, but the flow of true energy in my body along the meridians is completely uncontrollable. It is like a four-wheel drive vehicle entering the runway. I can't catch up and I can't stop.
I just feel like every muscle in my body is burning.
In the middle of the night, Lin Wanjie opened his eyes suddenly and felt as if his eyes were going to explode. The moon in the sky seemed to be stained with a layer of blood red.
An idea flashed through my mind - find a woman to vent my anger to.
Just as it happened, someone seemed to be passing by outside the pavilion, humming a tune. It was a young girl.
Lin Wanjie stood up and strode towards the sound of music.
Then I saw Xiao Yuchan by the well a few meters away.
Xiao Yuchan was fetching water. Xiao Nizi had never done such menial work in her life, and now she had to learn everything in order to survive. And she was also very studious, preparing to boil water for Lin Da and wait for him to take a bath after he finished practicing.
Under the dark night, Xiao Yuchan only saw a huge dark shadow walking over.
Anyone else would have been frightened half to death and would have been mistaken for a big black bear.
But Xiao Yuchan knew that this was Lin Da, so she asked with a smile: "Have you practiced? I'm getting ready..."
Before he finished speaking, a hot big hand pressed on Xiao Yuchan's shoulder.
"What's wrong? Your hands are so hot!" Xiao Yuchan didn't pay attention, but she was a little strange.
"Gulu..."
It was Lin Wanjie who was swallowing his saliva. It was dull, dry, depressing and uneasy.
Only then did Xiao Yuchan realize that something was wrong. As a woman, she had an instinctive sense of danger.
"Lin Da, what do you want to do?"
As she spoke, Xiao Yuchan's heartbeat accelerated, and she felt increasingly uneasy.
At this time, Lin Wanjie waved his other big hand and snatched the bucket from Xiao Yuchan's hand.
Then pour it from the top of your head.
The sound of rushing water came from the small courtyard, and water splashed all over Xiao Yuchan. The young lady didn't know what happened, but Lin Wanjie had already turned around and left.
Xiao Yuchan was stunned for a long time, recalling Lin Wanjie's eyes in the darkness.
Could it be that I misunderstood?
But the feeling is clearly that of a man coveting a woman...
Otherwise, Xiao Yuchan would not feel scared in front of Lin Da.
The eldest lady firmly believes that her feelings are not wrong. Although she is a little scared, if Lin needs it, she can do it at any time.
In addition to liking Lin Wanjie, she also had this feeling because she had personally seen Lin Da and his mother, and their entanglement with Sanniang. The man who couldn't even be taken down by his mother and his third wife was taken down by him, and he felt a little proud in his heart.
However, why did Lin Da stop from the cliff?
What happened just now?
Lin Wanjie only thought of Yu Jiaoer, and also thought of the eldest lady.
Then all the inner fire was extinguished, leaving nothing behind.
Desire can easily be overtaken by sadness.
Back under the pavilion, Lin Wanjie started to circulate his Qi again. There was no restlessness anymore, and even his whole heart seemed to have turned cold.
But there was already a faint zhenqi flowing in Lin Wanjie's meridians, and it was becoming more and more full.
It exudes a faint fluorescence, like the rain in the green mountains, like the tears of Yu Jiaoer in her arms.
Same time, same night.
In the wilderness, under the starry sky, there is a faint sound of chanting in an abandoned hut.
The voice is light, gentle, delicate, and melodious.
Jian Niang had been reciting for an unknown amount of time with her eyes closed. She suddenly opened her eyes and found that Qin Huairou was no longer meditating, but was sitting on the edge of the bed, dragging her cheeks with one hand and looking at Jian Niang playfully.
Jian Niang's eyebrows were smoky, feeling that the girl's eyes were a bit playful, she lowered her head and whispered: "When did the girl stop?"
"It's beautiful, it's really beautiful."
This was not the answer to the question, and Jian Niang did not understand its meaning.
However, Qin Huairou walked up to Jian Niang, stretched out a jade finger and hooked Jian Niang's chin frivolously: "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in the world, what kind of thing with no eyes can you see?" You are pregnant and you still leave her alone?"
Jian Niang felt that the other party was teasing, but because she was a woman, she was not convinced. Moreover, the other party's words penetrated the body like silver needles, piercing the heart, causing a slight pain and infinite sourness.
Jian Niang shook her head: "I don't know where he went. I guess... he must be dead, right?"
It was originally an angry statement, but when the word "death" was mentioned, it seemed that Lin Dazhen might be dead.
Suddenly my heart felt sour, and tears fell down like pearls.
It's really not worth it for such a beautiful girl to shed tears for a man.
Qin Huairou was about to comfort her, but Lin Da's back flashed in her mind.
The heart that had just calmed down began to be restless again.
This is the inner demon that Qin Huairou can't get rid of. She thinks that the girl in front of her is crying for a man, but she almost died because of a man. She is worse than this girl, so who has the right to say more?
Qin Huairou secretly clenched her fists and pretended to change the subject easily: "Sister, don't cry yet. I never thought that those Buddhist scriptures can really calm the mind. If it weren't for you, I would be in trouble."
Jian Niang forced a smile and wiped her tears: "I have been practicing Buddhism since I was a child, and I am useless except for memorizing some Buddhist scriptures. I wish I could help my sister."
"Sister, you and I will go to Hangzhou together. You will chant sutras while I practice. I will be able to stabilize my cultivation in a few days. How about that?"
