Outside the cell, the breath was dispersing. Although it wasn't a real flame burning his body, it was very hot. Meng Qi felt his skin was scorching hot, like a fire. , mixed with the upper body sweat.
Dizzy and his head swollen, Meng Qi managed to calm himself down and maintained the qi circulation route of the first level of the golden bell cover. He was especially thankful that he had an iron cloth shirt as a base, otherwise his skin would have been "burned" and his moisture loss was serious, so he couldn't hold on .
This is many times more terrifying than taking a sauna!
The internal force was constantly running, and Meng Qi felt that the muscles seemed to be "dissolving" little by little, and "reorganizing" constantly, from the inside out to cooperate with the "transformation" of the golden bell cover.
The dantian also started to condense again.
Sweating, Meng Qi's vision became blurred, and he felt that the scene in front of him was shaking-this is the part of the Golden Bell Cover that targets the eyes during each level of practice. Open for ten breaths.
The never-before-seen torment and suffering made Meng Qi subconsciously look into the cage, as if he was longing for the swan to move inward, away from himself, and let the high temperature here drop a little.
Huohu, with red feathers all over her body, seemed to feel Meng Qi's gaze, opened her eyes, and took a step in his direction, so the heat became even hotter!
This dead bird! Meng Qi cursed inwardly, not daring to look at Huohu again, for fear that it would move towards him again.
After ten breaths passed, Meng Qi closed his eyes, and tried his best to let himself forget the torment of high temperature, the discomfort of skin and muscles, and all kinds of things around him, and immerse himself in the cultivation of the golden bell jar.
I don't know how long it took, the voice of "Amitabha" came to Meng Qi's ears, which happened to be the end of his weekly interval.
"Master." Meng Qi opened his eyes and saw Xuan Bei standing in front of him.
Xuan Bei nodded lightly: "That's enough, today's practice ends here. It's beyond my teacher's expectation that you can last a day."
"One day?" Meng Qi asked in a hoarse voice, feeling extremely shocked in his heart. How could he survive for a whole day?
At the same time, he finished his breath adjustment and stood up slowly. He only felt pain all over his body and his legs were weak. He wished to find a cool place to lie down and sleep immediately.
Xuan Bei often had a smile on his melancholy face: "Master, I originally thought that you could bear it for two hours at most, but you persisted for five full hours. Your perseverance is commendable, and you are not as impetuous as you appear to be."
Sometimes I just have fun in bitterness, to relieve my mood, but I know it in my heartMeng 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.
With a wave of Xuan Bei's sleeve robe, a wind rose from an unknown place, supporting Meng Qi firmly, preventing him from falling, and letting him walk out of Huo Hu's cell.
The coolness hit, Meng Qiu's mind was cleared, and he suddenly felt alive again!
"But don't force yourself to support yourself, it's easy to hurt your body, five hours is enough." Xuan Bei walked in front, and said casually to Meng Qi, "In this way, you will be able to become the No. One level, the first three levels will not exceed three months."
Three months Meng Qi frowned, because he didn't know how long it would be before the next reincarnation mission. If it took a year or so, he would have no worries. If it was only one month like last time, then his own The golden bell jar can at most pass the second level, and there is no substantial improvement.
Fortunately, there was a rainstorm and pear blossom needles saved his life!
Meng Qi could only think this way, because the golden bell jar is a kind of magical skill with a strong foundation and slow progress. If you practice normally, the first three trials will take at least a year. months, and now it can be practiced in three months, what are you complaining about?
Having nothing to say along 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 to alleviate the water shortage.
Entering the meditation room, Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui was meditating, with a smile on his face, concentrating on it, and there was a bit of Zen.
Is this guy really suitable for practicing "Flower Finger"? Meng Qi was stunned, and immediately took out the Ganoderma Lucidum Buqi Pill and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged in meditation to recuperate his body and replenish his internal energy.
During dinner, Meng Qi broke out with the strongest "combat power" ever, and he was surprised by the amount of food he ate.
And after eating and drinking enough, Meng Qi, who had practiced hard for a day during the day, was extremely tired, and just wanted to lie down on the common bunk. Shaolin advocates hard work, even if an elder like Xuan Bei belongs to a small courtyard alone, he is not as good as a handyman. There is no substantive difference between the monastery and the monk's academy. If it is not for the sake of keeping secrets and facilitating one's own cultivation, there would not even be a separate small courtyard.
"Brother?Don¡¯t change your name, don¡¯t change your surname when sitting down, the Taoist name is ¡®Chui Yizi¡¯, he is a descendant of the Kunpeng clan! "The little bird jumped up and said, "You must be wondering why we didn't talk to you a few days ago. Does a proud Kunpeng like us talk to humans casually? "
Meng Qi ignored it, closed his eyes, and concentrated on his cultivation.
"Tsk, little monk, what's the use of cultivating with the cold air of a dead tortoise? You have to find Han Chi, haha, when the time comes, you will be frozen into ice slag, and you can't die anymore" The little bird hung his wings Son" didn't have the awareness that Meng Qi was cultivating at all, and continued to babble.
"Your posture is so ugly, you humans really don't have any taste" It picked Meng Qi from head to toe, and talked for an hour.
"Little monk, what's the use of practicing the tortoise shell kung fu like the golden bell cover? It's better to let us out, we will benefit you"
Meng Qi only felt the noise coming into his ears, and made himself impatient, wanting to jump up and find something to plug this guy's mouth, it was too noisy and he could talk too much! Don't you know that you need to be pure when you practice?
"Speaking of benefits, our Kunpeng clan has been passed down for thousands of years. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once" The little bird talked about sex, starting from the story of its grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. This posture lasted for three months. Can't say enough!
After finishing a week, Meng Qi got up abruptly, intending to gag the mouth of "Changing Wing", but the bird was extremely alert, and the moment Meng Qi got up, he flew back into the depths of the cell, triumphantly saying: "You Think we can't see when you've run through a Sunday?"
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