The great road is hard to find, and the mountain road is not easy to walk. Even though Zhang Ruochen's fetal breath is now complete and his inner breath is about to turn into true qi, he has only walked dozens of miles at midnight.

The moonlight shines, and the breeze comes, the scenery along the way is. Zhang Ruochen can't help but sigh: "Although the mountain road is far away, it is also a kind of fun to have the breeze and bright moon accompanying you."

The lonely mountain he was in was one of 100,000 mountains, more than a hundred miles away from the outside cities and counties. Whether it was a villager or an outsider, it was not easy to get in and out of it.

Because in the mountains, not only are the journey far and difficult and dangerous, there are also poisonous insects and beasts. There are even legends that there are evil spirits who eat people and drink blood in the mountains.

Therefore, few people will go deep into the primitive mountains. After all, it is better to invite a few friends to have a drink than to explore the mountains.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen is not an ordinary person now. He has a perfect fetal breath. As long as he is careful, he doesn’t have to worry about an accident.

With his current practice, with a long sword in his hand, even a pack of wolves, tigers and leopards cannot do anything to him.

Soon, a dark cloud covered the roof, the moon was hidden deep, and there was only a piece of black left between the sky and the earth.

The master said that this day, it was the same as a woman's face.

Change as soon as you say it.

Even if you say it doesn't change, she will still change!

Zhang Ruochen's tone was a little disappointed: "Forget it, I have to find a place to hide."

He quickly used his body technique, turned into a wave of afterimage, and walked to the distance. It was a stunning step, the best body technique they observed.

Legend has it that when this method is perfect, it is like a stunning bird wandering in a dragon, as fast as lightning, but even Zhang Ruochen has only achieved a small success at this moment.

Zhang Ruochen was lucky. After running for a few miles, he finally discovered a temple when the rain fell.

The temple was very broken, with weeds everywhere, and spider webs covered the entire temple. The lacquered stone statue was now over, with its body and head and body splitting again, and it was broken all over the floor.

"Those who practice Taoism have the sky as quilt, the earth as quilt, and there is a temple here and there is rain to hide, which is enough."

When Zhang Ruochen stepped across the threshold, heavy rain poured down, lightning was like a golden snake dancing wildly, and thunder was deafening.

Looking back, I felt a little grateful, and then walked in slowly, then looked at the stone statue deeply. Judging from the broken statues, it should be the General Temple.

He found a fairly ok open space, raised his hand and waved it, and a wave of palm wind gushed away, blowing away the dust on the ground, and Zhang Ruochen began to meditate cross-legged.

Of course, before meditating, Zhang Ruochen took the sword off his back and placed it on his legs.

It is a great shame for the poor men in the world to be happy, and the wind and rain are as peaceful as a mountain. Let the storm outside the house be storm and thunder explode, but it cannot alarm the people in the house.

Gradually, Zhang Ruochen had an inexplicable pattern and charm between his breathing.

Meditation and forget, sit and shine on the purple palace of the Dantian with a little bit of nature, allowing yourself to step into a mysterious state. It is more comfortable than sleeping and can also practice.

In fact, in the eyes of some great practitioners, there is no place in the world that cannot be practiced. Practice can be practiced, concentration can be practiced. Sitting is practiced, and standing is practiced. However, Zhang Ruochen obviously has not reached the state of turning everything in life into practice.

Zhang Ruochen's current state is fetal breathing, and fetal breathing refers to the innate fetal breathing of a person, which comes from the mother and the fetus, and there are each. Therefore, in theory, everyone can practice.

But this is not the case, because this innate fetal breath is hidden deep in the human body, and as people grow older, it will gradually weaken, so it must be felt by a very keen mind. The first step in practice is to practice the state of mind.

Only by being calm in mind can one enter into meditation, grasp that little bit of spiritual light, and then obtain the true Dharma.

Zhang Ruochen has now realized the fetal breath, and he only needs to strengthen the fetal breath. After the fetal breath is strengthened and condensed, it has substance, which is what people often call true qi.

When Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and refining his energy, the thunder outside the house gradually decreased until it disappeared, and finally there was only a little swaying wind and rain left in the world.

At this moment, a black wind suddenly rose, and blood light exploded, and a mysterious and yin moment enveloped the entire temple.

Zhang Ruochen suddenly opened his eyes and looked in front of him. He had already changed the world.

The originally broken stone statue is now intact, and the entire temple has become completely renewed.

At this time, a panicked figure broke in, his feet were mixed with the threshold, and his body suddenly fell forward, causing dust to fly.

It was a girl wearing a moon-white long dress. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair skin, delicate face, and a charming figure. She was really beautiful.

But at this moment, she was shocked and suspicious, and hurriedly stood up, looking at the door with fear.

"Haha, little girl, run, can you run?"

An arrogant and domineering voice came from outside the door, and then several big men holding long swords rushed in in vain. Looking at the girl lying on the ground, all of them flashed murderous intent in their eyes.

"Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me..." The girl pushed her feet and her body quickly retreated, fear making him scream.

But those people turned a deaf ear and continued to walk towards the girl. Some people even had evil eyes, as if they were a wolf, and they saw a sheep and wanted to tear the other party apart.

"The fourth brother, isn't it useful to say the master?" At this time, someone interrupted, and the person who had a strange intention was shocked and put away the thoughts in his heart.

It is more important than enjoying the beauty or the master's order.

"Hehe, if a girl like you is a watery girl, I have to enjoy anything I say. However, today someone will take the lives of all of you. Not to mention that you are a maid, even an ant from the Zhao family will die!"

I was almost caught by Lao Qi just now, and now I have to do my own thing well and show my loyalty.

After saying that, the man named Lao Si raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it down in the girl's horror.

ah!

The long knife slashed, and a blood mark appeared in the girl's chest, dripping with blood.

The girl covered her chest tightly, and the light in her eyes gradually disappeared, but after touching her chest, she grabbed something in her arms tightly.

Fortunately, it's okay to believe it.

This is... the letter entrusted to that person by the lady.

No, no...

At this time, the fourth brother took a few more stabs, and the girl's body twitched a few times on the ground and stopped moving.

"Let's go, go back and report to the master."

Before leaving, the fourth brother suddenly rose up and appeared behind the stone statue. He suddenly slapped it out with a palm, and the stone statue was broken into pieces, and the broken stone hit the girl.

And Zhang Ruochen just watched everything happening in front of him quietly.

because……

The scene changes again.

It was still the stormy night, the broken stone statue, or the broken temple full of spider webs.

But at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew away the dilapidated window. There was a smell of blood in the air, and there was an additional figure, a terrifying figure covered in blood and bleak hair.

"Die me...Die me..."

The ghost was like a puppet, crawling towards Zhang Ruochen mechanically. As the ghost crawled in, blood was flowing, and the moon-white dress was already covered in blood.

When the ghost crawled in front of Zhang Ruochen, he raised his head and Zhang Ruochen saw a rotten face, piled with rotten meat and maggots squirming, which was a terrifying face.

"Die me... Give me..."

While she repeated this sentence, she suddenly stretched out a rotten hand and grabbed Zhang Ruochen's throat.

Song!

Just as her hand was about to catch Zhang Ruochen, a sword roar rang out.
Chapter completed!