The bright moon is in the sky.
Chen Luo stretched out his hand, and wisps of colorful red dust energy condensed in his palm.
It turns out that readers do not need to read the entire "The Swordsman" to develop the worldly aura, but they can develop it just by reading it. It's just that the energy generated by reading only one chapter is too weak to be noticed.
But Chen Luo is different. Everyone who reads will give him feedback. If the amount of weak energy is large, it can also produce objective qualitative changes.
Just like now, the colorful red dust energy condensed into the size of an apple in the palm of Chen Luo's hand.
Chen Luo calmed down, took the red dust air into his body again, and mobilized the colorful mist to flow towards an acupuncture point in his body.
The second level of cultivation in the world of mortals - the realm of nourishing Qi.
According to Wenxin Zhidao, the state of nourishing Qi can be divided into Dzogchen and Xiaozhi. There are 720 acupoints all over the human body, filled with red dust gas. Thirty-six apertures are small, 72 apertures are large, 108 apertures can be promoted to the next level, and 365 acupoints can be advanced to the next level. The small perfection of the aperture, the great perfection of the seven hundred and twenty orifices!
Just kidding, as the master of the fourth path to heaven, of course he has to aim for Dzogchen.
Only seven hundred and twenty orifices, I...
Chen Luo's expression suddenly froze. He felt that the apple-sized human aura just now was gone!
Is this the end?
I wasn't even prepared, so you ended it?
That hole is not even one-tenth full!
If you use that mass of red dust energy to open your meridians, at least one-fifth of the meridians can be opened.
That acupoint is not a core acupoint! He obviously looks very satisfied.
This requires Qi Hai and Dan Tian, which are like wolves and tigers, but what should we do?
Is the Qi-nourishing realm so exhausting?
Chen Luo took a deep breath to calm himself down.
He roughly estimated that if he used the red dust aura just now as the standard unit, if he wanted to achieve the Great Perfection of seven hundred and twenty orifices... Well, for example, with a monthly salary of 6,000, he planned to buy a four-bedroom apartment in the Second Ring Road of Beijing. Two halls.
No wonder, one hundred and eight orifices can advance to the next level. This is equivalent to buying a house in a third- or fourth-tier city with a monthly salary of 6,000. Although it is difficult, there is always hope. At worst, it will take decades...
Fortunately, Chen Luo doesn't have to read the story he wrote over and over again, he just has to let others read it.
Um? This logic sounds like that of a capitalist...
Chen Luo recovered his mind and started the next round of experiments. He stretched out his finger and pointed at a stone not far away. With a thought, the red dust energy that had just been filled into the acupoints shot out quickly along the smooth meridians and hit the stone. The stone made a muffled sound, as if It rolled backwards twice as if it had been hit by a giant hammer, and some cracks appeared.
"Hiss... this power is passable!" Chen Luo nodded with satisfaction. He just let out the red dust energy abruptly. If he masters the Six Meridians Divine Sword in the future and has more red dust energy reserves in his body -
No matter what war poems or lyrics, they are all younger brothers.
What does it mean that in the blink of an eye, the oars and oars disappear into ashes?
Picturesque!
However, the attack just now consumed nearly half of the human energy. Chen Luo looked inside the acupoint and found that the red dust energy consumed in the acupoint was slowly recovering...
"So that's it." Chen Luo instantly understood that the so-called nourishing qi meant filling the red dust qi into the acupoints. The amount injected determined the upper limit of the reserve of red dust qi in the body. No matter how much mortal energy is consumed afterwards, there is no need to recite books to obtain it, but the body will recover on its own.
However, in order to continuously increase the upper limit, it is still necessary to continuously obtain new mortal energy from classics.
Speaking of which, Xiao Ji seemed to have said that the same was true for Haoran Zhengqi.
…
In the middle of the capital city, the lanterns are just beginning to light up.
In teahouses and restaurants, people mingled with each other and drank wine, while in brothels and boats there was singing and dancing.
It’s just that today’s conversation has some new content——
"Brother Wen, have you finished reading the first chapter of "The Swordsman"?"
"Of course. The murderer hasn't appeared yet, which is really confusing."
"It is said that many gambling houses have opened handicaps to predict in which round Wan Anbo will reveal the murderer. Are you interested in placing a few bets?"
"There is such a handicap? Go, go, go!"
…
"Well, why don't you see Uncle Chang here to play today?"
"Hey, don't mention it. Uncle Chang accepted a commission, which is said to be to kidnap Wan Anbo. The person who financed it threatened to lock Wan Anbo in a small dark room and finish writing "The Swordsman" day and night, otherwise the whip will serve him .”
"It was so satisfying... no, something cruel and cruel? What happened next?"
"Uncle Chang was captured by the city patrol officer before he took action and was thrown into the prison."
"It's really a pity... no, it makes people feel relieved!"
…
"Head of the Academy, we received many letters of petition today, requesting that we continue to sell "Da Xuanmin Daily" tomorrow!"
"All 40,000 copies have been sold out! Wenbao doesn't have such a fast sales volume. Have you asked Wan Anbo for instructions?"
"Wan Anbo is not in the Earl's Mansion!"
"That's not possible. The additional sales need to be approved by Wan Anbo!"
"But today's first edition of the People's Daily has already been sold for ten taels of silver per share! If this continues, we may have the reputation of covering up newspapers and being reluctant to sell them!"
"That's all, let Wang Qifeng go find Nanyuan Xi and Wan Anbo. I'll discuss it with the heads of the hospital!"
"yes!"
…
In the palace.
"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner." Hou An whispered and came to Ye Heng with a plate of food. Ye Heng, who looked tired, put down the memorial in his hand.
Hou An took advantage of the opportunity to prepare the meal. Ye Heng picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up a piece of green vegetables, and asked: "Hou An, is there anything unusual happening in the capital today? Tell me to relieve my boredom."
Hou An seemed to be prepared. He took out "Da Xuan Min Bao" from his arms and presented it to Ye Heng.
"Your Majesty, this is the rarest thing in the capital today."
""Da Xuanmin Daily"? Such a strong tone!" Ye Heng picked up the newspaper and glanced at the essays on the first few pages, "These essays and sketches are quite insightful, and they analyze the imperial policies well... "
"Your Majesty, look back..." Hou An reminded him with a gentle smile.
"Oh? Is there any mystery behind it?" Ye Heng flipped through two more pages and his eyes narrowed: "Yawen?"
"Exactly. This newspaper was published by Wan Anbo, and this elegant article was also written by him. Nowadays, there is a prosperous literary world in Zhongjing City..."
A trace of doubt flashed across Ye Heng's face: "Don't exaggerate. Let me take a look, um, what is the allusion to "Swordsman"?"
Ye Heng slowly put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand. Hou An stood aside and said nothing. Only the sound of Ye Heng's emotional breathing made a slight sound in the imperial study room...
…
Outside Sanxi Village, inside a thatched pavilion.
Song Tuizhi was sitting alone in the pavilion drinking wine, but his thoughts were floating in the sky above Sanxi Village.
Suddenly, Song Tuizhi put down the wine glass in his hand and said coldly: "Why are you so sneaky? Come out here!"
