I adopted my grandfather

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Throwing these words loudly, Mo Xiaofeng held his head high, strode forward, and walked away without looking back.

After walking about a dozen steps, he listened carefully, but there was no movement behind him——Yu Jing showed no sign of catching up.

The pace couldn't help but slow down a little. "If you don't tell me, I'll leave."

Still nothing.

Take a few more steps. "I really have to go."

No response.

Mo Xiaofeng turned around in a huff: "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Yu Jing said slowly: "I don't need to say."

"Oh?" Mo Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows.

"The nature of the demons is that they would rather kill by mistake than let them go. Whether you want to or not, you have already been involved and it is difficult to get out. What happened last night is an example."

Mo Xiaofeng was furious: "You are also a senior after all, a master of Taoism, can you stop being such a rascal?"

"This is true."

Mo Xiaofeng was filled with righteous indignation: "With such a size, you designed me at all!"

"Then do you want to practice with me in order to protect yourself?"

Mo Xiaofeng said loudly: "Yes!"

Those who know current affairs are heroes, and true heroes will not dig into the horns. Now that they have been locked up, the most important thing is to stop losses in time.Mo Xiaofeng didn't blush, and walked back boldly.

He came to Yu Jing, sat cross-legged, and said with a straight face: "Can you be lucky if you close your eyes?"

Yu Jingting nodded: "First run the true energy for a big circle."

Mo Xiaofeng didn't talk nonsense, he closed his eyes, quickly got rid of distracting thoughts, and let the true energy circulate in his body.Although he had already left the Cultivation Academy, his luck in performing exercises twice a day in the morning and evening has never been delayed, and his true energy flowed smoothly in his body. About an hour later, he opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

Looking up, Yu Jing was still standing beside him, not even changing his posture, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Okay, a big week is over."

Yu Jing frowned slightly: "Wrong."

Mo Xiaofeng was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"The way to do it is wrong."

"Impossible." He has practiced this set of exercises for more than ten years, and he is as familiar as breathing and sleeping. It has become a part of his life. How could he be wrong?

But Yu Jing's determined face made Mo Xiaofeng hesitate again.If it wasn't his fault, could it be that Master taught it wrong?Xiyuezong's exercises are passed down from master to disciple by word of mouth, never on paper and pen. In the process of being passed down, if any master or master suddenly remembers a meridian wrongly, it is not impossible.Otherwise, there is no way to explain it. Both came from Xiyuezong, but the strength gap between him and Yujing is as high as Mount Everest.In front of Yu Jing, such a genius who is rare in a thousand years, such a rising star of the division, sounds like a joke.

I was thinking about it in my mind, but I heard Yu Jing say: "The exercise you use is to follow the true qi for a week. Although the method is good, it is prepared for people with mediocre aptitude. With your aptitude, according to Practicing this method is twice as effective.”

The last sentence made Mo Xiaofeng feel a little proud: "You can also see that my qualifications are good?"

"Barely considered above-average, but it is considered rare in the realm of comprehension."

That icy and noble tone, as if saying that Mercedes-Benz and BMW are mid-range cars, made Mo Xiaofeng feel uneasy when he heard it, and just about to tease him, he suddenly remembered the vicious record of the other party.Forget it, in front of Lamborghini Bugatti, isn't Mercedes-Benz and BMW just mid-range cars?To put it bluntly, the position determines the vision.He changed his tune and asked, "So with my aptitude, what kind of exercises should I use?"

"Take the eight strange meridians."

Eh?

Before Mo Xiaofeng could react, Yu Jing suddenly grabbed his right hand, stretched out two fingers to rest on his palm, then slowly moved his palm up his forearm, then to his forearm, and said, "That's it .”

Before that, Mo Xiaofeng's relatively close contact with Yu Jing can be roughly classified into two types: one is when Yu Jing picks up the front collar, and the other is when he picks up the back collar.skin-to-skin contact

For the first time, I just felt that the hand holding my wrist was cold and cold, not like the temperature of a living person at all.

Yu Jingluo's fingers were very light, the fingertips almost slid across Mo Xiaofeng's arm lightly.However, it was this cold touch that made Mo Xiaofeng's skin tremble, followed by an inexplicable dryness.

He was flustered for a while, this Yujing wouldn't want to gesticulate on him the entire circuit of true qi movement?I didn’t know why I thought of certain sensitive parts, and my heart suddenly “thumped”, as if my whole body was on fire, I hurriedly took a step back and said, “You don’t need to make gestures, just tell me, I will remember it!”

Yu Jing didn't force it, and slowly told the route of the meridians.Mo Xiaofeng mobilized his true energy silently, and slowly walked along the part he mentioned. When the true energy passed through the Qihai acupoint and then went down, he suddenly became distracted, thinking that if Yujing still demonstrates by hand, he should come here... ...Just thinking about it, Mo Xiaofeng suddenly felt a surge of energy and blood.

When I was restless, I felt someone slap on the top of my head and shouted loudly: "Concentrate!"

Mo Xiaofeng's heart shuddered, when he was doing good luck, he would think wildly, and he was the most likely to go crazy!Quickly drove those messy things out of my mind, held my breath and concentrated on practicing.

When the zhenqi passed through the eight extraordinary meridians one by one, and finished running for a big cycle, Mo Xiaofeng opened his eyes, only to feel a burst of clarity on the altar, a faint fever in the dantian, and a wave of spiritual energy in his body was full of wandering. It almost caught up with his entry in the previous week!

This feeling made him both novel and excited, and he couldn't help laughing: "I think I'm going to ascend in the next second."

Yu Jing said indifferently: "Ascension in the daylight is the dream of all monks throughout the ages, but very few people actually achieve their wish. Most people still have to return to reincarnation, birth and death, and back and forth."

"What about you?" Mo Xiaofeng asked.He doesn't know much about Yu Jing, and he has always been curious. Judging from Yu Jing's existence, it is more like a soul body.However, no soul body can have such powerful spiritual power as Yujing.Not to mention the yang energy that filled his body, which was completely opposite to the evil spirit of ghosts.He used to read the master's collection of books, saying that there is a kind of Yangshen real person in the world who can make the primordial spirit out of the body, even if the physical body dies, the primordial spirit will never die.But that's just what the book says, this kind of Yangshen Daoist has not appeared for at least hundreds of years.

"If I ascended, why would I still appear here?" Yu Jing obviously didn't want to talk about this topic, "However, it's beyond my expectation that you can master this technique so quickly."

Mo Xiaofeng became proud again: "Is it the only time I've seen in my life?"

"It can't be said that I have only seen it in my life, but it can be ranked second."

Mo Xiaofeng's curiosity was aroused, and he asked, "Who is the first one?"

Yu Jing didn't know what he had thought of, but there was a bit of sadness on his usual indifferent face, and he said lightly: "No matter who it is, it is already a grain of sand and dust, why are you talking about him?"

Mo Xiaofeng knew that after death, a cultivator was not much different from an ordinary person, they just re-entered reincarnation, but why did Yu Jing say "it's already gravel and dust"?Could it be that that person has lost his soul?

On the second night, as he said before, Mo Xiaofeng prepared two sticks of incense to burn for Xiao Jiu.He didn't watch TV this time, he just stood by the window, but Xiao Jiu still didn't come until the ashes were burned out.

The mirror demon watched from the side, seeing Mo Xiaofeng's brows getting tighter and tighter, its heart also kept beating: "Mo Dao?"

Mo Xiaofeng stood up abruptly, startling it.Seeing Mo Xiaofeng looking for something in the drawer, he quickly said: "What is Director Mo looking for? I'll do it."

"Go and find me four incense candles. In the corner of the cabinet over there, there is a small box with a bell inside. Take it out."

While Mo Xiaofeng was instructing the mirror demon, his hands were also constantly busy. First, he dug out a brand new white shirt from the closet, cut a hole with scissors, and pulled out a strip of cloth about a foot long.Then he wrote the three characters "Guo Zimeng" on the white strip with a Chinese ink brush, with the characters of birth and date next to it.

The mirror demon put the things one by one, and said curiously: "Mo Dao, is this trying to summon the soul?"

Mo Xiaofeng said in a deep voice: "Xiao Jiu's situation is not right, I'm afraid that it's not that he doesn't want to come back, but that he won't be able to come back."

He tied the white strip with his name and birthday written on it to a stick, made a small spirit-calling flag, and inserted it into the incense burner.Then let the mirror demon place a lit incense candle in each of the four corners, open the window, and let the night wind blow the white flag gently.

Mo Xiaofeng picked up the bell and said to the mirror demon: "Go back to your mirror." The bell's voice was crisp and clear, and it could transmit messages between Yin and Yang, but it was too harsh for a spirit like the mirror demon.

The mirror demon knew how powerful it was, and hurriedly hid in the mirror.

Mo Xiaofeng muttered something in his mouth, and lightly waved the bell.

Ding - ding - the sound of the bell was slow and melodious, slowly rippling in the night wind, and scattered into the distant night sky.

10 minutes passed... half an hour passed... an hour passed...

The stars and the moon are in the sky, and the birds are speechless.

Xiao Jiu's figure never appeared.