When the boy heard that Shen Feng was back, he didn't care about coughing. He put his left hand on his waist and held up the black elixir in his right hand.
"My uncle, I..." But before he could finish his words, the boy realized that this image did not seem to fit the temperament of an immortal. He immediately put his right hand behind his back, touched the void with his left hand again, raised his head slightly, and spoke in an old-fashioned way.
"Don't call me Immortal. You should call me Master. That's all. I'll spare you this time. I'm refining a pill."
Then the air suddenly became quiet, Shen Feng was listening carefully, and the boy stopped opening his mouth. After a long while, Shen Feng replied, "No?"
The boy coughed dryly, "Shouldn't you say something?" Shen Feng scratched his head, not knowing what the trick was, and asked in confusion, "Should I say, what kind of elixir is it?"
The boy nodded vigorously, "Well, I can teach you. Since you asked, let me introduce to you this super invincible elixir. This elixir was carefully refined by me. It can reach up to the ninth heaven and down to the bottom." You won't be able to find such a perfect elixir in the eighteen hells." Shen Feng was convinced by the boy's exaggerated ability, but he still kept a pious smile on his face.
"Since this elixir is so powerful, it must be given to my precious disciple."
Hearing this, Shen Feng could no longer calm down. If he allowed himself to eat such a dark thing, he would probably vomit out the chicken drumsticks he ate during the day.
"This is poison." Shen Feng's legs began to tremble upon hearing this. "Don't worry about this poison. I made it for you as a master. Taking this pill will improve your physique, so that you can follow me to practice, and then you can become a powerful person."
Shen Feng knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed vigorously, "Master Immortal, please forgive me. I think I'm doing well now. I don't want to become a powerful person, and I don't have the ability. I just want to greet you quietly." Death, I hope Master will fulfill my wish."
The boy paused with a springy smile, put his hands behind his back, and said sternly, "No! You must eat today. I tell you Shen Feng, if you don't eat today, I will let you taste the taste of being riddled with holes." What! I will make your life worse than death!"
Shen Feng was about to cry. His originally good life had been disrupted by the boy in front of him. Now he was threatened with taking such an ugly pill. His life was ruined. He thought about it. Instead of being tortured to death, it would be better to take it. This elixir came so happily.
Shen Feng rubbed his nose and tears in front of the boy, took the elixir with trembling hands, and swallowed it in one gulp. The elixir melted in his mouth, and the effect of the medicine also took effect at this time. Shen Feng's whole body was filled with drama. It hurt, and his internal organs seemed to be torn apart. He fell to the ground in pain, unable to say a word, and then fainted.
The boy looked at his work and smiled with satisfaction.
After three days like this, Shen Feng slowly regained consciousness. He didn't know whether he was in heaven or hell. He moved his body and the severe pain from it let Shen Feng know that he was still alive. He laughed loudly. However, the pain in his body made him scream out loud. This scene was very contradictory.
A month later, Shen Feng's body had recovered. He got out of bed and walked around. Unexpectedly, he was frightened by the boy's words: "You try to move your body."
Shen Feng tried it and felt that he was much stronger than before.
Seeing this scene, the boy laughed loudly and said in an old-fashioned way, "What, do you feel stronger? I lied to you before. This is a tonic. I saw that you were too thin, so I refined this tonic myself." Here you go, after you rest for a few days, I will teach you the powerful method of cultivation."
Shen Feng didn't think so, because although his body bones were much stronger, his Dantian was still destroyed, and it was impossible to practice any magic. However, in his lifetime, if someone took care of him like this, he would die without regrets.
During the three days, Shen Feng had no contact with the boy. It seemed that the boy was planning how to teach Shen Feng how to practice. Shen Feng was also facing death calmly. During this period, he secretly took a look at Fairy Ziyun, and then went to see Zeng. Tong, he didn’t say anything about his changes, he just talked about his life.
"Today is really wonderful. My good disciple, are you ready to follow your master to the end of the day?" The boy spread his hands and stretched, feeling very comfortable.
"Ready, Master, please teach me." Shen Feng changed his usual sloppy appearance and dressed up a little, because he felt that he should really change in order to leave a decent appearance when he dies in the future.
The boy was also stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had seen Shen Feng dressed up in this way. His face was young and angular, and he looked really attractive if he looked closely. However, the boy was not stupid, and he could see what Shen Feng was thinking at the moment. The boy closed his eyes slightly, lowered his voice, and said quietly
"Shen Feng, let me ask you, how to practice Qi Condensation?" Although Shen Feng has never practiced it himself, he still understands the practice system. He still has the nerve to ask such a kindergarten question. He replied disdainfully, "Draw the spiritual energy to condense in the Dantian and form it. The silk is to condense the Qi from the first to the third level to turn into water, to the sixth level to be turned into stone, and to the ninth level to prepare for foundation building.”
"Shen Feng, yes, you have basically recited the method of cultivation. But did you know that you can practice without Dantian?" Tongzi Mu Ran said.
"Can you practice without Dantian? Dantian is the foundation for carrying spiritual energy. How can you practice without the container that carries spiritual energy?" Shen Feng asked puzzledly.
"Drawing spiritual energy to condense in the Dantian is the foundation of practice. The Dantian is the place where spiritual energy is stored. Mortals can practice it. It is not a bad idea if the spiritual energy is condensed in the heart."
This time Shen Feng didn't speak. The spiritual energy condensed in his heart was something he had never heard of before, but he felt that this might really work, so Shen Feng put away his contempt, bent down and clasped his fists and said, "Master, please teach me this practice method."
The boy looked at Shen Feng with great interest and thought to himself, "Boy, I still can't conquer you. Anyone who sees my super invincible cultivation method will be interested." The boy coughed dryly and continued to speak.
"Shen Feng, since you sincerely want to learn, my teacher will definitely teach you, but you can't teach this unique method to others. What monks cultivate is the heaven and earth, and they also cultivate the heart. After learning, you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately. Can you do it? arrive?"
Shen Feng bent down a little lower and said loudly, "Disciple, please follow Master's teachings."
The boy couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, but he was smiling in his heart. "Okay, start practicing now. Before that, sit down and feel your own heartbeat until the sound of your heartbeat becomes your only one."
"Yes, Master." After saying this, Shen Feng sat cross-legged and felt it quietly. The boy sat opposite, leaning on his chin with his right hand and playing with the corner of his clothes with his left hand, very leisurely.
