saint

Haoyue volleys into the sky.

Chen Luo stretched out his hand, wisps of colorful red dust condensed in the palm of his hand.

It turns out that readers don't need to read the entire Swordsman to generate red dust, but just read it.It's just that the qi generated by reading only one chapter is too weak to be noticed.

But Chen Luo is different. Everyone 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 condensed into the size of an apple in Chen Luo's palm.

Chen Luo concentrated and calmed down, and brought the cloud of red dust into his body again, mobilizing the colorful mist to rush towards an acupoint in his body.

Cultivation in the world of mortals, the second level - the environment of nourishing qi.

According to the Tao of Wenxin, there are two types of Qi-nourishing states, the Great Perfection and the Small Perfection.There are 720 orifices around the human body, filled with red dust, 36 orifices are small, 72 orifices are great, 360 orifices can be advanced to the next level, 720 orifices are small and perfect, and [-] orifices are perfect!

Just kidding, as the master of the fourth road to heaven, of course I want to go to Dzogchen.

Only 720 orifices, I

Chen Luo's expression froze suddenly, he felt that the apple-sized mortal aura just now was gone!

This is the end?

I'm not even ready, you're done?

That hole is not even one-tenth filled!

If you use that cloud of red dust to open the meridians, at least one-fifth of the meridians can be opened.

That acupoint is not a core acupoint!Obviously looks very satisfied.

What should we do if we need the Qihai and Dantian acupoints like tigers and tigers?

Yangqi environment, is it so wasteful?

Chen Luo took a deep breath to calm down his heart.

He roughly estimated that if he wanted to achieve 720 orifices of Dzogchen if he used the mortal air just now as the standard unit, well, for example, with a monthly salary of [-], he planned to buy a four-bedroom and two-living apartment in the Second Ring Road of Beijing.

No wonder, one hundred and eight holes can be promoted to the next level.This is equivalent to a monthly salary of [-]. Although it is difficult to buy a house in a third- and fourth-tier city, there is always hope. At worst, it will take decades

Fortunately, Chen Luo doesn't have to recite the stories he wrote over and over again, he just needs to let others read them.

Ok?This logic is like a capitalist

Chen Luo withdrew his mind and started the next round of experiments.He stretched out his finger, pointed to a stone not far away, and with a thought, the red dust gas that had just filled the acupoint shot out quickly along the smooth meridian, and hit the stone, and there was a muffled sound on the stone, as if Like being hit by a giant hammer, it rolled backward twice, and some cracks appeared.

"Hiss power, it's passable!" Chen Luo nodded in satisfaction. He just let out the mortal energy bluntly just now. If he comprehends the Six Meridians Excalibur in the future, he will have more mortal energy reserves in his body——

All the war poems and words are all younger brothers.

What is meant by a flick of the finger, the mast and scull are wiped out in ashes.

Picturesque!

But the blow just now also consumed nearly half of the world's energy.Chen Luo looked inside the acupoint, and found that the red dust gas consumed in that acupoint was slowly recovering

"So that's how it is." Chen Luo instantly understood that the so-called nourishing qi was to fill the acupoints with mortal qi, and the amount injected determined the upper limit of the reserve of mortal qi in the body.After that, no matter how much mortal energy is consumed, there is no need to read books to obtain it, but the body will recover by itself.

However, in order to continuously increase the upper limit, it is still necessary to continuously obtain new mortal energy from the classics.

Speaking of it, Xiao Ji seems to have said that the same is true for Haoran Zhengqi.

In the capital city, the lights are just coming on.

In the tea houses and restaurants, there are staggered cups of wine, and in the brothels and painted boats, singing and dancing are peaceful.

It's just that today's talk has some new content——

"Brother Wen, have you finished reading the first chapter of The Swordsman?"

"Naturally. The murderer hasn't appeared yet, so it's really scratching my head."

"It is said that many gambling houses have opened a handicap. It is predicted in which round Wan Amber will expose the murderer. Are you interested in placing a few bets?"

"There is such a handicap? Hurry up!"

"Well, why didn't Uncle Chang come to play today?"

"Hey, don't mention it. Uncle Chang accepted a commission. It is said that he kidnapped Wan Anbo. The funder threatened to lock Wan Anbo in a small dark room and finish writing Xiaoaojianghu day and night, otherwise he will serve you with a whip."

"There is such a joyful, cruel and vicious thing? What happened next?"

"Uncle Chang was taken down by the city inspector before he could do anything, and he was thrown into prison."

"It's really regrettable, it makes people relieve their hatred!"

"Head of the hospital, we have received many letters of petition today, requesting that we continue to sell Daxuanmin Daily tomorrow!"

"The [-] copies are all sold out! Even newspapers don't sell so fast, have you asked Wan Amber for instructions?"

"Wan Amber is not in the Earl's Mansion!"

"That won't work, the upsell needs to be approved by Wan Ambo!"

"But the market has already sold today's first edition of Minbao to ten taels of silver! If this continues, we may be accused of suppressing the newspaper and not selling it!"

"Forget it, tell Wang Qifeng to find Nanyuan Xi and Wan Anbo. I will discuss it with the heads of the hospital!"

"Yes!"

in the palace.

"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner." Hou An softly came to Ye Heng with a plate of food, and Ye Heng put down the memorial in his hand with a tired face.

Hou An took advantage of the situation to set up the meal, Ye Heng picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up a piece of green vegetables, and asked, "Hou An, what is the rare event in Zhongjing today, tell me to relieve my boredom."

Seemingly prepared, Hou An took out the Daxuan Minbao from his pocket and brought it to Ye Heng.

"Return to Your Majesty, this is the rarest thing in the capital today."

"Daxuan Minbao? What a big tone!" Ye Heng picked up the newspaper and glanced at the articles on the first few pages. "These essays and sketches have some insights, and they have a good analysis of the imperial court's policies."

"Your Majesty, look back," Hou An reminded with a slight smile.

"Oh? What's the mystery behind it?" Ye Heng turned two more pages, his eyes fixed: "Yawen?"

"Exactly. This newspaper was published by Wan Anbo, and this elegant article is also written by him. Now it is a prosperous literary world in Zhongjing City"

A trace of doubt flashed across Ye Heng's face: "Don't exaggerate. Wait for me to see, um, Xiaoao Jianghu, what is this allusion?"

The bamboo chopsticks in Ye Heng's hand were slowly put down, Hou An stood by and did not make a sound, only the sound of Ye Heng's emotional ups and downs breathing in the imperial study room

Outside Sanxizhuang, inside a grass pavilion.

Song Tuizhi was sitting alone in the pavilion drinking, but a trace of his mind was floating in the sky above Sanxizhuang.

Suddenly, Song Tuizhi put down the wine glass in his hand, and said coldly: "Where is the sneak, hiding, come out for this old man!"