"Let me see, let me see!" Sun Lingtong was very curious.
Ning Zhuo told him that the fetal spirit boat could not be burned for the time being, but because the cremation failed, he got a technique, which surprised Sun Lingtong.
After witnessing the flames with his own eyes and the stimulation of the exercises, Sun Lingtong sighed: "From the news we got from the Wan Yao Sect, this fetal breath spirit boat is a treasure that has been passed down for many generations."
"I didn't expect that after falling into the hands of your kid, I was inspired to do the whole exercise."
"This technique is amazing, if you take the initiative to practice successfully, if everyone can temporarily enter the state of fetal breath, it will be a great blessing for physical cultivation, or fighting, etc."
"Your kid's luck is very good recently."
Sun Lingtong looked at Ning Zhuo with admiration.
He then asked, "What do you plan to do next?"
Ning Zhuo stood beside him, stopped cremating the Prajna Spiritual Sutra, and gradually extinguished the flames. He frowned, quite distressed, and looked at the intact fetal breath spirit boat: "I am thinking about whether to turn back to the Ten Thousand Medicine Gate and use Lingyin Liu to understand this "Natural Birth and Fetal Breath Feeding Method".
After Ning Zhuo failed, he tried to understand this technique.
However, this exercise is a physical cultivation method of the Taoist path, and his profound realm of the five elements is of no help to this, and he can only rely on Ning Zhuo's own experience and insight to learn, understand and comprehend.
This is too slow!
If there is a teacher who practices this technique to give advice, that is also possible.
But the fetal breath spirit boat is obviously an ancient treasure, I don't know what channel the Wan Yao Sect got it from, and it was passed down.
As for the "Natural Birth and Earth Fetal Breathing Method", Ning Zhuo has studied it so far, and it is guessed that it should not be the latest method. It should be earlier than the three sects, but far later than the Five Organs Temple Spiritual Divine Skills.
Sun Lingtong looked at Ning Zhuo in surprise, and blurted out: "Lingyin Liu has been tossed like that, I'm afraid it won't support you to understand this technique, right?"
"The last time you almost exhausted it to death, it has just picked up a life, and if you abuse its power like this, it is likely to kill it completely."
"After all, you and I can't strictly control Lingyin Willow and control its degree of help."
Ning Zhuo sighed deeply and looked gloomy: "This is also what I am worried about, boss."
After discussing it again, the two decided to follow the previous plan and continue to set off. During this period, Ning Zhuo relied on his own strength to understand this technique.
Sun Lingtong will also help.
As for Lingyin Willow, let it recuperate. In the future, when Ning Zhuo comprehends this technique, if he does not make progress or encounters bottlenecks, he can ride the dragon for thousands of miles, turn around the door of ten thousand medicines, and use his strength to do so.
"Lingyin Liu's current state is weak, even if I go back now and use it to understand the exercises, I can only understand a little."
"It needs to be given intermittent rest and keep it alive."
"In this way, the comprehension exercises will be intermittent and bumpy."
"On the contrary, it is better to let it recuperate directly and reach a complete state. Then, I will use it to understand the exercises. This is undoubtedly more efficient!"
Ning Zhuo thought about it, so he asked Sun Lingtong to be in charge of the dragon, while he was doing his best to study the "Natural Law of Raising Fetal Breath".
Although this mutation was a practical gain for him, he was actually unwilling in his heart.
What true scripture exercises can be compared to healing Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin?
Now, although he skillfully took the fetal breath spirit boat into his hand, it was hindered by this technique, which caused him to be unable to burn the boat for a long time.
"If I had known this, who would have wasted so much time in the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect?"
"Mother, the child is sorry for you!"
With this thought, he came to understand the "Natural Law of Nurturing the Fetus", and he was a little resentful.
Once he saw the content of it, "When you are a beginner in pranayama, you must think about its qi, go out from the navel, and extinguish it from the navel, and adjust it very finely".
He tried to hold his breath and tried to breathe through his navel, counting to eighty-one. However, the breath was running around in the body, uncontrollable.
A sharp pain came from his abdomen, and Ning Zhuo felt that the breath in his body was like a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, rushing around.
He broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, but his heart was in turmoil, he refused to give up leisurely, gritted his teeth and continued to forcibly exercise his skills, trying to incorporate his breath into the dantian. However, instead of obeying, the aura became more and more violent, as if it was about to tear his body apart.
His face gradually turned pale, his lips turned purple, and the aura in his body was like an invisible net, wrapping around him tightly. He tried to exhale through his mouth and nose, but found that his breath was blocked and he couldn't breathe smoothly!
"Ah." He screamed, and the breath rushing in his body finally exploded.
Ning Zhuo only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the ground in front of him red.
His body trembled violently, and he lost control at this moment, and his whole body collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained.
Ning Zhuo's eyes were blurred, and his consciousness gradually blurred. He heard bursts of roaring in his ears, as if everything in heaven and earth was moving away from him.
He obviously kept his eyes open, but at this moment his eyes were extremely dim to the extreme, leaving him in endless darkness, and the surroundings were silent, only his extremely weak gasps echoed.
Although the aura in his body was no longer chaotic, the pain was terrible and heavy, as if countless sharp blades were cutting and piercing every part of his body.
The pain almost made him faint.
"Hold on...... Be ...... Stay." Ning Zhuo is strong and lifts his spirits.
He knew very well that he had to swallow the pill as much as possible at this time to heal his wounds. If it can't be done, if there is a slight delay, the injury will worsen wildly, and the price to pay for healing in the future will be great.
But he couldn't move, he didn't have the slightest bit of strength.
His vision regained some light slightly, but it was still quite blurry.
The feeling of vertigo is getting stronger!
Just when he couldn't hold on and was about to really pass out, a figure that made him extremely familiar and extremely friendly broke into his field of vision.
"Old, boss." He spoke, his voice extremely soft.
Sun Lingtong was shocked, his heart suddenly jumped in the dragon's head cabin, he felt bad, and thought quickly, trying to find the source of his uneasiness.
He immediately checked the dragon fire spirit in the clam bead and found that the latter was still dormant.
"Xiao Zhuo!"
Sun Lingtong suddenly screamed, and then decisively left the dragon head cabin and ran to the cultivation cabin.
As soon as the door opened, he saw Ning Zhuo fall to the ground.
The blood stains in front of Ning Zhuo, as well as his face full of gold paper and sweating profusely, made Sun Lingtong feel heartbroken.
Sun Lingtong immediately took action, checked Ning Zhuo's physical condition, took out the elixir, instilled mana, and helped the latter digest the medicinal power.
Ning Zhuo felt relieved and fell asleep.
When he woke up, a day and a night had already passed.
He felt better!
Although his body was still weak, the tragic pain was gone, and the dizziness still remained in his head, so that when he got up and walked, he felt top-heavy, but it was much better than when he was crazy before.
"Boss." Ning Zhuo paced slowly and walked to the dragon head cabin.
Sun Lingtong had just walked out of the cabin where Ning Zhuo had just walked out of the living room, and when he walked in the corridor, he had already noticed it in the dragon head cabin.
When Ning Zhuo opened the door and entered the dragon head cabin, he didn't look back and snorted coldly.
"Boss, I was wrong." Ning Zhuo walked behind Sun Lingtong, smiled, and lowered his head to admit his mistake.
Sun Lingtong then turned around, frowned, his face was full of solemnity, and he shouted sternly.
"Xiao Zhuo, you fool, you actually practiced the "Natural Method of Raising Fetal Breath"?"
"This time I planted my head, and it was planted very well!"
"The feeling of going crazy is the best reminder for you."
"You have already practiced the Demon Stained Blood Tendon Gong, and you have built a lower dantian, and you are still trying to practice other exercises?"
"This is a small qi refining cultivator who has just started his path, and he knows the truth well, but you actually made such a mistake!"
Ning Zhuo scratched his head: "Now that I think about it, it's unbelievable. I was so addicted to the "Natural Way of Raising Fetal Breath" that I unknowingly tried to operate this technique."
"When I was blocked in the middle, I should have stopped, but I was in a bad mood at the time, and I was quite angry, so I wanted to do it."
"This time I was able to recover so quickly, thanks to your timely help, boss! Boss, you are really my good boss."
Sun Lingtong was praised like this, but he became more and more angry, flew up, clenched his small fist, and gave Ning Zhuo's head a hard blow.
"You stinky boy, you still have a hippie smile!"
"You will be punished for seven days of confinement, meditate on your own mistakes, and do not practice during this period."
Ning Zhuo suddenly changed color, his face turned pale, and he lost his voice: "Boss, what about my daily homework?"
Sun Lingtong frowned, so angry that two blush appeared on his cheeks, put his hands on his hips, and shouted: "What I just said, you haven't understood it yet?"
"Understood, understood!" Ning Zhuo quickly replied.
"Get out, shut up your confinement." Sun Lingtong pointed to the cabin.
Ning Zhuo was dejected, his face was gloomy, and after saying goodbye to Sun Lingtong, he left the dragon head cabin.
Through the image, Sun Lingtong observed Ning Zhuo walking through the corridor and getting into his living cabin, and then sighed faintly, muttering in his heart: "Xiao Zhuo......"
Only then did Sun Lingtong show a deep look of concern.
He knew Ning Zhuo's state very well at the moment!
Seeing Ning Zhuo at this time, Sun Lingtong seemed to see his former self.
Once upon a time, his master was trapped in the lava fairy palace and mysteriously disappeared. Even if Sun Lingtong only had qi refining cultivation, he kept going to the depths of the Fire Persimmon Mountain, repeatedly entering the lava fairy palace, risking his life to explore every time.
Doesn't he know that he is risky to do this?
Doesn't he know that in fact, his master has long been more misfortune than good?
Sun Lingtong looked back on his past and found that this seemingly simple and clear question was actually something he really didn't know at the time!
Because he only wanted to find his master, even if reason told him that there was little hope for this kind of thing at all, he would suppress this understanding in the very corner of his heart.
For a long time, the belief in finding Master supported Sun Lingtong, who continued to be proactive and desperate.
Nowadays, Ning Zhuo's situation is so similar to him!
"So, how did I come out of it?"