For the next few days, Ning Xiaotian did not go to the arena to continue fighting. The previous two battles were enough for him to ponder and digest. In addition, he also had to spend time striking while the iron was hot to try to see if he could condense his soul power in a normal way. The sword goes one step further.
The result made him happy, and there was indeed progress.
But what concerns Ning Xiaotian the most is that his appetite has been a bit exaggerated in recent days, and he doesn't look like a normal person.
Small courtyard, bedroom.
Ning Xiaotian sat cross-legged on the bed, touched his newly fed belly, closed his eyes, and used the Samsara Technique with all his strength to enter the cultivation state.
Two hours later, his stomach growled and he woke up hungry again.
Opening his eyes and concentrating, his eyes flashed with silver light. He looked at his belly and was surprised.
Under his gaze, there was a red blood bead the size of a mung bean in his abdomen three inches below his navel. There was also a faint layer of blood mist surrounding it, indicating murderous aura.
"What are these blood beads? Why did the murderous aura go into my stomach? Isn't the murderous aura a kind of aura generated when the murderous intent is revealed? Or it is a kind of special energy. After all, the original Tang San and Tang Hao They can all form their murderous aura."
Ning Xiaotian was a little confused and didn't understand the situation at all. No wonder he didn't emit murderous aura after the two battles. It turned out that they all came here. He was so small that if he didn't pay attention, he really wouldn't have noticed it.
"However, this position looks a bit like my lower dantian." Ning Xiaotian was surprised. He had studied many internal energy secrets from the martial arts world in the Xuantian Baolu, so he naturally knew the theory of the human body's dantian.
The human body has three Dantian.
The Upper Dantian is located at the center of the eyebrows, where the Du Vein Yintang is located, and is called the Niwan Palace. Because it is on the route of the Du Vessel, it is also called the gathering of all Yangs, where Yang Qi is concentrated and where the gods are hidden. He once speculated that his spiritual power was stored in his upper Dantian.
The Zhongdantian is located at the Tanzhong point on the chest, where Zong Qi gathers. This Qi refers to the blood Qi, and only the Qi produced by practicing martial arts, all pass through here. Simply put, it is the central site for ventilation.
The Lower Dantian, located three inches below the navel, is the Renmai Guanyuan point, which is known as the place where essence is collected and where life is stored, the ancestor of life, the source of vitality, the root of the internal organs, the root of the twelve meridians, and the meeting point of yin and yang. The door of breathing, the place where water and fire meet.
In short, the Lower Dantian is awesome and is called the foundation of life.
Because this part is most closely related to the life activities of the human body. It is located in the center of the human body and is the starting point for the movement of the three meridians: Ren, Du, and Chong. The twelve meridians also directly or indirectly pass through the lower Dantian. Enter this Sutra and then transfer to this Zang. The lower Dantian is the base for the rise, fall, opening and closing of Qi. It is also the place where men store their essence and women nourish their fetuses.
Can storing essence... nourish the kidneys?
Ning Xiaotian couldn't help but think that for now, the existence of this blood bead seemed to have greatly increased his appetite and increased his strength. He clenched his fist and felt the subtle changes.
In other words, this blood bead has at least made my digestion stronger.
"But, what on earth is this?" He felt that there were more and more strange things in his body. He couldn't understand the power of the sun, moon and stars in his head, and now there was another thing popping up in his lower dantian. He didn't know what it was. Blood beads.
The power of the sun, moon and stars... Ning Xiaotian paused for a moment. When he used murderous aura to condense the long sword, the strange cold energy seemed to be sucked away by some kind of suction force generated in his mind. Could it be that Is it the sun, moon and star energy in my body that did it?
They seem to be the only ones in my body that can produce suction!
My mind, the power of suction, the power of the sun, moon and stars... Could it be that they have occupied my upper Dantian? Ning Xiaotian thought thoughtfully, the upper dantian is the most mysterious part of the three dantians of the human body, and he can't feel it yet.
So, this is a story about a new customer grabbing a house, being kicked out by the boss, and then being forced to change places to live?
He couldn't help but have such incredible conjectures.
What about my middle Dantian? Ning Xiaotian subconsciously touched his chest and scanned his eyes back and forth. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, there is only white soul power flowing through my middle dantian, and there is no other color."
Especially without green, everything is fine.
"Hey, at least now there are only advantages and no disadvantages. It can also help me solve the disadvantages of being unable to control my murderous intent." Ning Xiaotian sighed and reluctantly accepted the status quo.
Slowly stand up and get out of bed, it's time to cook.
It has to be said that recently, his appetite has increased significantly, and his three meals a day has become five. The hotel waiters are all smiles when they see him. The boss also specially gave him a 10% discount to ensure that he only eats in the hotel.
This is a sensible boss.
Ning Xiaotian ate six more bowls with satisfaction.
Then we headed towards the arena, as we all know fighting helps digestion.
For two consecutive games, all Soul Sect players won without any suspense "with difficulty".
Ning Xiaotian returned to the small courtyard angrily, summarizing, practicing, cultivating, eating, concentrating his sword, eating, practicing, sleeping...
It was the same every day in the following days.
I go to the arena for a fight every few days, and start summarizing what I have learned after I get home. Although my soul power is a little slow, my boxing skills and sword condensation progress can be said to be rapid. Occasionally, I will be called over by Lou Gao to assist in the forging of poison. hidden weapon.
...
Two months later.
Ning Xiaotian followed Silong to the fifth floor of the Blacksmith Association.
The door creaked open, and Lou Gao in the seat turned around, patted the five-foot-long black box on the platform, and said loudly: "Here we come! Now, your long sword is ready."
"Oh, it's finally done?" Ning Xiaotian looked happy. He had been waiting for two months.
Walking to the platform, he gently opened the lid of the box, and a faint cold air suddenly spread across the floor. The sword was four feet long and four fingers wide. It was considered a broad sword. purple halo,
There are no gorgeous carvings, and the entire sword body is integrated. Except for the smooth blades on both sides, they are all pitted, like traces of being hammered thousands of times. There is no pattern when you look closely, and they look like it from a distance. Pieces of fish scales.
"The sword guards are just hammered out. Fortunately, I reminded you to open the sword before, otherwise it might be a piece of iron." Glancing at Lou Gao, Ning Xiaotian stretched out his right hand and gently held the hilt of the sword. , there is a slight coolness.
When I picked it up, it felt heavy, but not too heavy. It was just right. It only weighed a few hundred pounds. It can stab, chop, and swing. The fingertips flicked and made a bang bang sound. It was very hard and had excellent toughness. With him The characteristics of it are extremely fitting and very nice.
"Jin boy, are you okay with holding it like this?" Lou Gao's eyes widened.
"What can happen?" Ning Xiaotian held his sword horizontally, with the sword thick enough for one finger to show its sharp edge.
"Could it be a jade-forged hand? Such a heavy cold didn't have any effect on you." Lou Gao murmured. When he and his apprentices forged the sword, they did so with the intention of making it easier to transform in the future, but they did not add any other metals. It has not been smelted or quenched, it has been beaten out by force, and no measures have been taken to neutralize the coldness contained in its body.
Are all the disciples of Qibao Glazed Sect so fierce?
Wouldn't the young sect leader be able to withstand this cold air?
Suddenly it feels a little difficult to get it back in the future? Lou Gao stared at it blankly, a little panicked in his heart. It would be a waste to forge a broken sword with such good materials. It should be used to forge more more sophisticated artifacts.
