Outside the cell, the breath was dissipating. Although it was not a real flame burning his body, it was very hot. Meng Qi felt that his skin was hot, like a fire. Sweat could not stop flowing out, starting from his forehead, across his face, and across the corners of his mouth. , which meets the sweat flow from the upper body and flows down.
Feeling dizzy and with a swollen head, Meng Qi managed to calm down and maintain the Qi path of the first level of the Golden Bell. He was especially lucky that he had an iron shirt as a base, otherwise his skin would have been burned and his water loss would be severe, and he would not be able to persist.
This is countless times scarier than a sauna
The internal force continued to operate, and Meng Qi felt as if his muscles were dissolving little by little and constantly reorganizing, from the inside out, in conjunction with the Golden Bell's transformation of itself.
Dantian also started to condense again.
Sweat evaporated, Meng Qi's vision became blurred, and he felt that the scene in front of him was shaking. This was the part of the Golden Bell Cover that targeted his eyes during each level of training. Of course, for the first level, he only needed to open his eyes in this environment. Open for ten breaths.
The unprecedented torture and suffering made Meng Qi subconsciously look inside the cage, as if he was longing for the fire swan to move inward, away from him, so that the high temperature here could be slightly lowered.
The fire bird with red feathers seemed to feel Meng Qi's gaze. It opened its eyes and took a step in his direction. The high temperature became even worse.
Meng Qi, the dead bird, cursed secretly and did not dare to look at the fire swan again, for fear that it would move toward him again.
After ten breaths passed, Meng Qi closed his eyes, trying hard to forget the torment of the high temperature, the discomfort of his skin and muscles, and everything around him, and immersed himself wholeheartedly in the cultivation of the Golden Bell.
After an unknown amount of time, Amitabha's voice reached Meng Qi's ears, just as he was finishing a week.
Master. Meng Qi opened his eyes and saw Xuan Bei standing in front of him.
Xuanbei nodded lightly: That's enough, today's practice ends here. It's beyond my teacher's expectation that you can last for a whole day.
One day Meng Qi asked in a hoarse voice, feeling extremely shocked that he had lasted all day.
At the same time, he ended his breath adjustment and stood up slowly. He felt pain all over his body and his legs were weak. He wanted to find a cool place to lie down and sleep immediately.
A smile appeared on Xuan Bei's often melancholy face: My teacher originally thought that you could withstand two hours at most, but you persisted for five hours. Your perseverance is commendable, and you are not as impetuous as you appear.
Sometimes I just enjoy the pain and soothe my mood. In fact, I know in my heart that Meng Qi secretly argued for himself, but as soon as he took a step, he almost fell down because he was too hot, dizzy and weak.
Xuanbei waved his sleeves, and the wind rose from nowhere, holding Meng Qi firmly, preventing him from falling, and letting him walk out of the Huohu cell.
The coolness hit, Meng Qiu's mind cleared, and he suddenly felt that he was alive again
But don’t force yourself to support yourself, as it can easily injure your body. Five hours is enough. Xuan Bei walked in front and casually said to Meng Qi, in this way, you will be able to master the first level of the Golden Bell in half a month, and the first three levels in total will not exceed three months.
Three months! Meng Qi frowned, because he didn’t know how long it would take for the next reincarnation mission to arrive. If it lasts for a year and a half, it would be worry-free. If it’s like last time, only one month, then his golden clock At most, the shield can only be practiced to the second level, and there is no substantial improvement.
Fortunately, there was a heavy rain and pear blossom needles saved my life.
Meng Qi could only think this way, because the Golden Bell Shield is a magical skill with a strong foundation and slow progress. If you practice it normally, the first three levels will take at least a year. Even if you have the foundation to accumulate Qi, I'm afraid it will still take six or seven. Month, now you can complete it in three months, why are you complaining
Silent all the way, Meng Qi dragged his weak body back to the small courtyard where Xuan Bei was, went straight to the water tank, picked up the wooden ladle, and drank two full ladles before alleviating the water shortage.
Entering the Zen room, Meng Qi saw Zhenhui meditating, with a smile on her face, concentrating, and actually feeling a bit like Zen.
Is this guy really suitable for practicing finger-twisting? Meng Qi was dumbfounded, and then he found the Ganoderma lucidum pills and swallowed them. Then he sat cross-legged and meditated to regulate his body and replenish his inner breath.
During dinner, Meng Qi showed off his strongest fighting power ever and ate so much food that he even surprised himself.
After eating and drinking, Meng Qi, who had practiced hard for a day during the day, was extremely sleepy and just wanted to lie down on the common bunk. Shaolin advocates ascetic cultivation, even if Xuan Bei, an exclusive small courtyard for elders, is not the same as the martial arts courtyard. There is no substantial difference between the monasteries. If it were not for the purpose of keeping secrets and facilitating one's own cultivation, there would not even be a separate small monastery.
Senior brother, I will continue to meditate. Zhenhui told Meng Qi enthusiastically and jumped back to the meditation room without any resistance to the practice.
Seeing this, Meng Qi sighed, turned around and walked into the courtyard. He found a Jiedao and practiced the blood knife technique in the cold moonlight.
You can't slack off! You don't know when the reincarnation mission will begin.
The Blood Sword Sword Technique attaches great importance to the pace and the angle of the attack. It pays attention to looking ahead and suddenly looking behind. Only in this way can the sword technique be extremely weird. Each sword is struck from an incredible position, which is different from Meng Qi's. The various divine movements complement each other and promote each other when practiced.
After practicing the sword technique several times, the tired Meng Qi stopped, gasping for air, and planned to take a rest.
At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xuan Bei standing at the door of the meditation room. He had been standing there for an unknown amount of time.
Master. Meng Qi quickly clasped his hands together.
Xuanbei nodded, showing a rare expression of satisfaction: Very good.
After saying that, he turned around and walked into his meditation room.
Meng Qi was secretly proud, adjusted his breath for a moment, and continued to practice his sword skills.
Day after day, Meng Qi repeated the two-point-one-line life of Xuanbei Small Courtyard in Huohu Prison. He felt that the golden bell was running more and more smoothly, and his body had faintly strange changes. He also successfully completed the training on the thirteenth day. first round.
On this day, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of Huohu's cell. There were few beads of sweat on his body, reflecting a little golden color.
Although the high temperature is still there, Meng Qi's discomfort has eased a lot. He is no longer dizzy, his skin no longer has a burning sensation, and his body is much calmer.
Suddenly, a layer of golden color appeared on Meng Qi's dantian, and there seemed to be a slight sound.
After the sound, the golden color faded, Meng Qi opened his eyes and moved his neck with satisfaction.
On the twenty-ninth day, the second level of the Golden Bell Mask was completed and the Dantian was re-condensed.
Xuanbei seemed to have been staying here and not leaving. Seeing this, he nodded slightly: Yes, the third level of practice will start tomorrow.
Master, is the third level still here? Meng Qi stood up and asked with concern.
Up to now, his feeling of collapse has improved a lot after each practice, at least he is no longer so weak that he would fall down when walking.
Outside the cell in front. Xuanbei signaled with his eyes.
Meng Qi followed his gaze and found that it was the room he had noticed before. It was filled with cold air and there was a layer of ice crystals on the ground.
It was hot before, now it's cold
Xuanbei spoke slowly: What is locked inside is the cold turtle, and you have to use its ice breath to practice the third level.
Yes, Master. Meng Qi looked at the cell and saw a giant turtle with a light blue turtle shell on its back. Snowflakes were flying inside and ice crystals were everywhere, which was in sharp contrast to the Firebird cell separated by the wall.
After returning to the small courtyard, Xuanbei gave the token to Meng Qi: You should be familiar with the daily coming and going. You can go and practice on your own in the future. When the third level is completed, you can tell your teacher.
Meng Qi nodded in agreement. After all, in the past month, his master had been watching over him while he was practicing, which delayed him a lot of time. Now that he had completed the second level of the Golden Bell Cover and was familiar with the environment there, it was time for him to do so. Become self-reliant.
The next day, Meng Qi held the token and successfully entered the stupa and reached the first floor where Hangui was imprisoned.
As soon as he stepped inside, Meng Qi felt a biting chill, colder than every winter he had experienced in the past, as if even his bone marrow was frozen.
As usual, he was naked and sat down cross-legged, shivering, using the third care of the golden bell to keep out the cold.
This time, Meng Qi did not look at the cold turtle again and begged it to step back to avoid the opposite consequences.
However, as he continued to practice, Meng Qi felt increasingly cold, as if his practice of the third care method had been in vain.
Opening his eyes and looking around, he found that at some point, Hangui had quietly moved near the iron fence.
This damn monster Meng Qi gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.
Haha, stupid humans, don’t you know that this dead turtle is the most vengeful? It just flooded a city and was imprisoned here for decades. How could it be possible to see the noisy voice of you humans coming from the opposite side
Meng Qi happened to be tempering his eyes when he saw a little bird lying on the cage through the cold air.
It is very ugly, with a round body like a ball, two short wings, covered with black feathers, and a fish-like mouth instead of a beak on its head.
What are you looking at? Whether we change our name, whether we sit down or not, whether we change our surname, whether we are a descendant of the Kunpeng clan, the little bird jumped up and said, you must be wondering why I didn't talk to you a few days ago, you are so arrogant like me. Does Kunpeng talk to humans casually
Meng Qi ignored it, closed his eyes, and concentrated on practicing.
Tsk, little monk, what's the use of relying on the cold air of a dead turtle to practice? You have to find Han Chi. Haha, by then, you will be frozen into ice slag. You can't die anymore. The little bird has drooping wings, and there is no Meng Qi at all. In the awareness of cultivation, I continued to ramble.
Your posture is so ugly, you humans really don't have any taste at all. It picked on Meng Qi from head to toe and talked for a full hour.
Little monk, what’s the use of practicing turtle shell kung fu like Golden Bell Cover? Why don’t you let me out, I’ll benefit you
Meng Qi felt the noise in his ears, which made him agitated. He wanted to jump up and find something to stuff this guy's mouth with. It was too noisy and too talkative. I wonder if he needs to be purified during practice.
Speaking of benefits, our Kunpeng family has been inherited for countless thousands of years. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once had a great talk about sex with birds. Starting from the story of his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, I couldn't finish talking about this attitude in three months.
After a week, Meng Qi stood up suddenly and was about to plug the mouth of Zhang Yizi. However, the bird was extremely alert and flew back to the depths of the cell the moment Meng Qi stood up. He said proudly: "Do you think we can see this?" I don’t know when you will finish running for a week
Haha, listen to me honestly