It seems that because some aspects have regained their former prestige and their physical condition has recovered, the fat man, who has always been with the flow of his meditation practice, is less anxious about the absence of meridians in his body.

His mentality slowed down and was calm, and he had no path to practicing meridians, and he was no longer so urgent.

In the mind of a fat man with no ambition, as long as he does not affect his happy life, as long as he does not let himself suffer a great loss, especially if he does not cheat his own money or make less money, then nothing matters.

Of course, greed and desire make him hope that he can live a happier and happier life.

Therefore, related research needs to be carried out.

Not to mention anything else, is it more responsible than Mount Tai?

The greater the ability, the stronger the load-bearing capacity when taking responsibility, and the person responsible will be more secure - for example, mother, wife, daughter... son?

There is another responsibility that almost forces the fat man who is selfish and lazy and vulnerable to the dead end.

Inheritance!

The inheritance of this sect’s mysterious method!

I originally wanted to stand by and watch and throw the inheritance to the two apprentices. The big one was gifted and the little one was excellent. The fat man thought that doing so was considered to be a complete devotion and righteousness, and there was no need to work too much. Jin Chirui and Gong Xiang could naturally pass on the mysterious method of this sect.

It is even possible to carry forward...

But it was not until now that the fat man realized that he could not see the moment when his disciples truly became successful, and he could not rest assured.

Perhaps because of his personality, he is not as "heartless" as old Hantou and is irresponsible.

Every time I think of old Han...

In the past, Wen Shuo would have put his energy into the painting every now and then, chatting with the energy left by Lao Hantou in the painting - although he always said that he was, Lao Hantou had a donkey head and a horse's mouth. He taught the mysterious method of this sect in a constant manner, and taught the fat man seriously what to do in the future and what to pay attention to when practicing...

Every time, the fat man would feel sad, miss and feel guilty, and then feel sad and complain to Lao Han, and then leave reluctantly.

He was always worried that one day when his energy entered the painting again, the unchanging energy of the old Han head disappeared without a sound.

I haven't been in some days.

I used to be worried that the qi will enter and that consciousness will not come back, or that I forcibly cut off the qi will be injured internally until I get used to it, or after my cultivation level is enhanced, I will no longer worry.

During this period, it was because the meridians were missing and the qi was unable to be released.

late at night.

The fat man sitting alone in the study, looking at the painting spread on the table, was inspiring and sighing.

While feeling sad, he suddenly thought and realized a certain method in this mysterious method. He did not feel that it was so high in the past, but now he thought of the wonderful use of this technique - this method talks about sublimation of qi, and uses the method of establishing a soul with the stubborn roots, leaving a glimmer of vitality with the world.

This vitality, harmony, is two different things.

Wen Shuo suddenly realized that the old Han in the scroll was not a ray of energy, but...

A wisp of soul!

If he can leave the soul in the scroll, either the old Han had already cultivated the soul in the past, or he would have kept the soul that had not been achieved in the scroll through the wonders of the mysterious method.

But if it were the latter, the old Han would suffer indescribable pain.

If you have to give an example to describe this kind of pain, it is to cut the chest and abdomen with your own hands, and then dig out the heart and liver with your own hands. During this process, you must remain absolutely calm, recite the mind method silently, recite the mantras on your mouth, and the flow of the qi is in harmony with the heaven and earth!

How many people in the world can do it?!

Old Han had never cultivated himself into the soul, otherwise he would definitely not be so "mechanical", "boring" and boring in the picture.

At this moment, the fat man's soul left his body again.

hour.

The snowflakes flutter outside the window, and the north wind is blew.

The entire capital was covered by heavy snow.

The fat man sat quietly in the study, frowned slightly, and did not move at all. His soul had already entered the scroll on the desk.

Under the pavilion, watch the sea of ​​clouds rise and fall, and watch the rising sun rise.

The cranes are swaying, and the pine trees are facing the wind.

Old Han walked to the pavilion with great freedom, greeted the fat man with a kind expression, praising him for his success in his practice and being able to enter this scroll and meet the old man.

The fat man's soul stared at Old Hantou and said, "Old Hantou, I am traveling out of my body with my soul and I will see you in the picture."

Unexpected surprise, the old Han still talked about the old words.

The fat man sighed, stopped talking, and no longer listened to the old Han's words that he could recite backwards.

He sat cross-legged, his eyes closed and his mind focused.

In the painting, you can understand the mystery and enlighten the Tao.

There are many mysteries in the painting and rich spiritual energy. But until this time, Wen Shuo entered it with his soul and realized that the so-called rich spiritual energy was just an illusion demonstrated by the mysterious magic array.

I realized again that the mysterious magic array of this painting was sealed out of the painting...

It's like an illusion.

There is a magic array, but it seems that it cannot be formed.

But it is indeed a mysterious mysterious method that allows Lao Han to exist in the scroll, and he will not know when.

Such a magical thing as the scroll, the exquisite mysterious method, is it the treasure inherited by the master?

Otherwise, Old Han would not be able to practice his lifelong cultivation.

It was just a pain for Lao Han to endure such severe pain before his death, stripping away his unfinished soul and using mysterious methods to force him into the virtual realm of the picture.

How endurance and perseverance does this require?

It’s chilling to think about it!

Outside the scroll.

Xiaoqing led the little kid and floated back to the study room from the window, and gently landed on the corner of the wall farthest with the desk.

"What is he looking at?" the little brat asked curiously.

Bang!

Xiaoqing raised her hand and slapped the little brat on the head.

The little brat immediately understood and showed a flattering smile with a shy face: "What are dad watching?" As he said that, it stepped on its short legs and wanted to come over to satisfy its curiosity, but was grabbed by Xiaoqing: "You are looking for death?"

"I'll just look, I won't bother my dad..." said the little brat seriously.

"The painting on the table is terrible!" Xiaoqing said with a serious expression: "If you will suck us in, you will never be able to come out."

The little brat said in surprise: "Why?"

"That is a magic weapon, a very powerful magic weapon." Xiaoqing whispered: "It's something left by our master. You and I are not human now, and our attributes are yin, no, it's an extremely yin state, no, you are in an extremely yin state, I'm not, I'm much better than you. However, that painting will still reject us. If we dare to get close, we will eat us."

"Eat it?" The little brat was startled: "Is it a monster?"

"Idiots, we are demons!"

"Oh, right..."

The fat man sitting upright at the table heard the conversation between two little monsters, not supposed to be super monsters. He slowly opened his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "Qing'er, you can enter the painting now. Little brat, you can't go in."

"Really?" Xiaoqing said in surprise.

"Why?" The little brat looked aggrieved and sad.

The fat man closed his eyes and did not respond.

Xiaoqing thought about it, grabbed the little brat's ear, and said seriously: "Because I am better than you, you don't think about how long I have been practicing. If you want to be like me in the future, you have to be more obedient and practice... Oh yes, my father taught me that it is not only necessary to practice, but also to cultivate virtue. Do you know what virtue means? I have taught you a lot recently."

"Yeah, I know." The little brat nodded and asked in confusion: "But we see many people outside, who are very unvirtuous. Why do we have to have virtue?"

"Because we have to be good people like dads! If we don't have virtue, we are bad people!"

"oh."

"Okay, I'll go in first..." Xiaoqing ran to the desk happily and proudly, but hesitated for a while before turning into a stream of light and entering the scroll.

As soon as he entered the scroll, Xiaoqing became panicked.

Not a blow.

Instead, she was already nervous and uneasy and found that there was an extremely vast world in the scroll. She was afraid that she would get lost and could not come out again. She couldn't help but shouted in horror: "Dad, where are you, Dad?"

"I'm on the mountain, come on the mountain." Wen Shuo's misty voice came.

Xiaoqing quickly rushed towards the mountain at the fastest speed.

But then she realized that no matter how fast she was, the mountain was always ahead of what seemed not too far and could not be approached at all.

She shouted in more horror: "Dad, I can't fly over!"

Under the pavilion on the mountain, Wen Shuo frowned slightly and opened his eyes, looking at the distance where the sound came. After thinking for a moment, he pointed to the crane that had just fallen under the pine trees outside the pavilion and said, "Go and take Xiaoqing over, she doesn't know how to go."

The crane did not move, nor did it look at him.

After Wen Shuo thought about it again, he released a ray of energy with a smile on his face and gently entered the mind of Xianhe.

The crane's figure trembled slightly, and then the clear place name was called, flapping its wings and flying, soaring in the faint clouds and mist, then flew into the distance.
To be continued...