If you are an ordinary child, you may not feel the spiritual energy and stop practicing, but Mo Tiange never thought of giving up.

After her mother died, she lived in her ancestral home and could not feel any affection at all. This was really like a year for the sensitive child. In such an environment, she missed her father who had never met, especially after learning that her father was most likely to possess immortal methods, her admiration became stronger.

She didn't know that the monks in the immortal world felt the spiritual energy entering their bodies in the extremely rich spiritual energy, and the casual cultivators in the world often did not have such detailed rules and did not know what spiritual energy entered their bodies. After practicing for a long time, they discovered the appearance of spiritual energy.

There was a poor practice, but no one could ask. Mo Tiange had to read the books in the library. Unfortunately, it was already very strange that there were two books involving the world of immortal cultivation. She let her search through the books, but she could not find any useful information.

Although she couldn't feel the spiritual energy, she still meditated and practiced every night. In her spare time, she would carefully recall the Su Nu Art and the knowledge her ancestors imprinted in her mind, hoping to find some inspiration from it. Although she didn't understand many things, she firmly believed that these would definitely be useful in the future.

A few months passed in a blink of an eye, and she still had not cultivated spiritual energy, but her homework improved rapidly. The practice led to her memory and her comprehension was not as good as a seven-year-old child. Later, the Master even allowed her not to listen to the class, just read and write by herself, and if she didn't understand, she would ask him again. Mo Tiange stayed in the library all day long. This made other children very envious, especially Tianjun and Tianqiao.

When she learned that she had good homework, her uncle and uncle were much nicer to her, and asked Tianjun to ask her more if she didn't know. This made Tianjun envious and jealous. She wanted to find an opportunity to bully her, but she didn't have the courage. The happiest thing was Tianqiao, who had always had a headache about her homework. With Tiange next to her, someone helped her homework.

Only Zheng's attitude towards her is still the same, and she didn't give her a good look, just pretending that there was no such person at home.

However, Mo Tiange didn't care about this. Since she learned about the world of immortal cultivation and knew that her father was also an immortal cultivation person, she had only one thought in her mind, that is, to succeed in her cultivation and leave here to find her father.

Going to school, working, and practicing is all about her life. Although sometimes she feels sad when she thinks of her mother, the desire to find her father overwhelms everything.

After a day, she didn't even have much time to play with Tianqiao. Tianqiao was forced to learn from female workers by her mother. Every time she came to play with her, she looked extremely envious because no one forced her to learn these things. Tiange thought in her heart that Tianqiao was happy, because she cared about it, so the uncle was so strict with her.

Another day of cultivation failed, Mo Tiange woke up from his meditation state.

She has become accustomed to this state. Every time she sits down, her mind will automatically enter meditation. When she wakes up, she will be excited.

Looking up, it was still dark and the moonlight was bright. The moonlight was bright, like a piece of yarn without colors, shining through the window and spreading onto the bed.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and wanted to pick up the moonlight. She saw that the moonlight was full of rippling, gentle and bright in her palm. She couldn't help but feel a little confused.

I remember she once asked her mother, can the moon be picked off? She smiled and stretched out her hand, held the moonlight in front of her, and said, "If you don't need to pick it off, there will be beautiful moonlight."

Thinking of this, Mo Tiange's eyes couldn't help but feel warm. It was almost three months old. It was autumn when my mother died, and it was winter now. She tried hard to control herself from thinking about her mother, studied hard, and practiced seriously, but... she still missed her mother very much.

Tears kept falling, she wanted to cry again. Mother...

Suddenly, some light became brighter and brighter in the corner of her eyes. She forgot to cry and looked at her wrist blankly.

It was a string of glass beads, which were specially found when my mother was dying, saying that it was her father's thing. When she got the bead, she didn't know where to put it, so she put it in, but she put it in and wrapped it tightly in her hand, which was not unsuitable at all. So she just wore it like this.

But after wearing this bead for so long, she never noticed any abnormality. She only felt that the beads were so beautiful, with white all over the body and no impurities at all. Moreover, it was neither cold nor hot, and when she was worn on her body, she felt peaceful in her heart.

At this time, the beads on the wrist became hotter and hotter, as if they were burning. The light became brighter and brighter, from the little bit of rice light, it became bigger and bigger, spreading through her hands and legs little by little until it surrounded her entire body.

Mo Tiange only felt a flash of white light in front of him, and he arrived at a completely dark world.

In this world, there is no light, no things, only empty space.

In this darkness, a glimmer suddenly appeared. The light first became a dot, and then extended into a line. The line became longer and longer, and suddenly turned into a shooting star, striking at her from a distance.

Before she could scream, she was penetrated by the white light-

Cold. She thought that the feeling would be painful, but she didn't. She just felt cold. The cold air started from her wrist and slowly flowed along the meridians to her shoulders, then downwards, and all the way to her dantian.

The light enters the dantian and wanders in it, coiling around it, slowly, other light flows in, and slitting into a group, gradually turning into a small ball. The small ball stays in it, divides light from it from time to time, passes through the meridians, and finally returns to the small ball, forming a cycle.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

I felt the condition of my body carefully. Sure enough, there was a trace of cold air between the meridians, which kept passing through and then flowed into the dantian.

When Mo Tiange discovered this situation, he was immediately surprised.

Spiritual energy, this is definitely what the spiritual energy mentioned in the martial arts!

She quickly sat cross-legged again, preparing to run the Zhoutian as stated in the exercises.

He carefully guided this spiritual energy through certain acupoints, nourished the body, and finally returned to the dantian. It was not until this spiritual energy stayed firmly in the dantian that Mo Tiange stopped exercising his power.

She finally reached the state of spiritual energy entering her body.

After finishing the spiritual energy operation, she hurriedly looked at the beads on her wrist.

At this time, the bead no longer had a dazzling white light, and was still as bright as before, with no rays of light on her wrist.

However, she was sure that it was not her own illusion just now, and this bead must be the magic weapon left by her father!

Thinking of this, Mo Tiange became even more excited. His father must have known that she could practice immortal techniques, so he left this magic weapon to help her practice so that he could go to him in the future.

However, she still didn't understand what happened to this bead. It's been so long that there has been no abnormality. Today, when her tears fell on it, spiritual energy appeared. Could it be because of tears?
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