He stopped and put his ear close to the door of his son's room to listen, for fear of disturbing his son's rest. He could not stay at home for a few days a month, and he did not communicate much with his son. The relationship between Beiming Beiming and his grandfather Guanshan Beitang was comparable.

He is thousands of times better than his dad. Beiming's spiritual skills were also taught by his old man. As for his dad, the most common thing the father and son say is: "I'm back. Goodbye."

Because of his son's affairs, Beitang Xiaofeng, Beitang Muren's wife, often lost his temper with him.

At this time, Beitang Muren felt that his son's room seemed to be exuding extremely thick spiritual power. It did not feel like he was sleeping. However, this spiritual power was subtle and powerful, and it was deeply restrained, and it did not seem like he was practicing spiritual magic. This child,

What are you doing at night? Muren, Northern Tang Dynasty, was pounding in his heart.

"Ahem," Beitang Muren cleared his throat in a low voice, "Beiming, what are you doing?" This voice was immediately funny when he said it, like a small mosquito stuck in a seam. It was different from the way he used to have a terrifying momentum and a loud voice.

"Beiming?" Seeing that his son didn't move, Beitang Muren said again. After waiting for a long time, there was still no sound.

The more Beitang Muren thought about it, the more wrong he became. It was late at night, so his son should not randomly mobilize his spiritual power and go crazy. He knew that his son was born with mellow spiritual power, so don't accidentally cause trouble.

"Son!" Beitang Muren said nothing and suddenly opened his son's door.

I heard an "Ouch!" sound coming from the door, and a small figure fell to the wooden floor with a thud.

Beitang Muren was startled. The moment he opened the door, he saw a thick hemp rope hanging from the center of his son's bedroom, with a little boy tied to it. In the dark, Beitang Muren's eyes flickered, and then he saw

The general saw clearly that it turned out that Beiming of the Northern Tang Dynasty had tied his ankles with a rope and dumped it upside down in his bedroom like a golden bell, with his body hanging in the air.

Bei Ming suddenly heard someone coming in and was startled. His body swayed, his ankles came out of the rope buckles and fell to the ground. At this time, he got up from the ground, sat cross-legged, and covered his head with both hands. It hurt.

Bare teeth straight.

"You, what are you doing? It's late at night." Seeing this, Beitang Muren hurriedly turned on the light. Beiming was so angry that he ignored him. "Dad is talking to you."

"Why are you back? It's so late at night." Beiming opened his mouth. He covered the back of his head and stared up at his father. Although he was only six years old, he had a pair of beautiful tight eyebrows and thin lips.

He also has the energy of a little man, with fair skin and a good appearance. It seems that he does not follow his father's resolute appearance, but is more like his mother.

"I have something to do when I come back." Beitang Muren opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly felt something was wrong, "Hey! I asked you something, why did you ask me the other way around?"

Beiming stood up from the ground. The six-year-old boy, who was no taller than his father's thigh, said, "I was washing the marrow, but you interrupted me." Beitang Beiming said, and climbed onto his bed.

"Marrow cleansing...marrow cleansing! You started doing marrow cleansing when you were only six years old? Who taught you?" Beitang Muren was shocked when he heard this.

"Grandpa. Also, I started having marrow cleansing when I was four years old. Good night, dad, help me turn off the light." Bei Ming had already got into his bed and lay down.

"You started cleansing your marrow when you were four years old! How come I didn't know." Beitang Muren suppressed his shock and tried his best to lower his voice and said in a rare slow voice for a strong man, but he still couldn't hide his surprised look.

Marrow cleansing is a method for psychics to practice spiritual power. It is a practice method that can only be used when the spiritual power reaches a certain level. In schools, teachers will not teach students the spiritual method of marrow cleansing. This kind of spiritual method , mostly people who specialize in cultivating spiritual abilities will learn it. Usually, soldiers, prison directors, and a few officials from the hearing department will learn this spiritual method. In addition, people who participate in ordinary work will not be involved in these advanced Spiritual.

Marrow cleansing is to concentrate the spiritual power of the whole body in the Dantian, and slowly output spiritual power to various parts of the body. During the marrow cleansing, the psionic person fasts from food and water, isolates external objects, and relies only on his own spiritual power to maintain basic life needs.

This spiritual method greatly improves the ability of psykers to control spiritual power. Some even call marrow cleansing the "immortality method". In order to pursue the ultimate spiritual power cultivation, many psykers have to undergo extremely harsh environments. To practice this kind of spiritual method, immortality is the only condition. The longer you persist, the mellower your spiritual power will be, and the more powerful your control of spiritual power will be.

Muren of the Northern Tang Dynasty closed the door for his son and thought: Even the soldiers recruited by the Ministry of Military Affairs could not master the almost cruel spiritual practice method of marrow washing. Those who could truly achieve the so-called marrow washing, fasting of food and water, and only maintaining vital signs, You must be at least at the column leader level to achieve this.

"Column captain..." Looking at the Hundred Thousand Military and Political Department, except for the ministers of the nine divisions, there are only a few dozen candidates for column captains. Beitang Muren was thinking about it outside his son's house. Suddenly he opened the door of his son's room and said harshly: "Son, how many days has it been since you cleansed your marrow?"

I just heard the breathing of a child coming from the room. The sound was long and powerful, reaching directly to the Dantian.

"You brat, I'm asleep." Beitang Muren smiled and closed the door of Beiming's room.

Spring passed and autumn came, with several cold and heat waves, four years later.

On the Qiuman Mountain outside the Tourist Village of Qiuman Mountain, there are lush woods, which have long blocked the sun. There is a green shade in the forest. I saw two people hanging upside down on a large palm tree with a height of more than 20 meters in the mountain. It would be unbearable if it fell from above.

The two people hanging upside down, one is tall and graceful, and the other is pretty and sweet. They are both wearing clean white tops, gray linen trousers, and a thick hemp rope tied to their bare feet.

The man woke up from his sleep and lazily stretched his muscles. He looked back at his daughter next to him, who was still snoring. Water droplets slowly appeared on his long and clear eyelashes. The fifth Xiaoyao was not disturbed, hanging up next to.

After a while, Fanyin's water chestnut-shaped mouth closed tighter and tighter, and soon it became a slit. Fine sweat seeped out from her forehead, and then, large drops of sweat fell like beads on a jade basin, from Fanyin Her thin neck began to flow backwards, along her round chin, across her delicate face, and then fell to the ground.

Fanyin's brows furrowed slightly, hot air steamed from the heavenly spirit, and his spiritual power was super condensed, ready to explode. Fanyin began to inhale and exhale, gasping for breath in his Dantian, becoming more and more unsteady. Fanyin suddenly opened his eyes, and his spiritual eyes condensed. Li Qi passed between his eyebrows, and his heroic spirit suddenly appeared. In the past few years, the Fifth Sanskrit has become more and more capable.

"It should be okay! Why is this happening again! There is obviously so much spiritual power left! Why can't I hold on anymore!" Fanyin struggled in his heart, but he had reached his limit.

Suddenly, I heard her shouting loudly, firing both palms together, and hitting the sky with two streams of pure spiritual power. The green leafy branches fell to the ground, as if a dense rain of leaves had fallen. Fanyin's face It was all covered, and she liked the fresh smell very much.

She closed her eyes and wanted to eat all the fallen leaves! She hadn't eaten for ten days and was starving to death!

"Dad! Why is it like this again!" Fanyin muttered at the side, pouting, and the boss was not happy.

"When people are in desperate situations, they will arouse the desire for self-protection. You have been cleansing your marrow for ten days, and your body has almost reached its limit. Even if you are not willing, your body will resist. The potential awareness of crisis makes your spiritual power burst out.

And out. So," Wu Xiaoyao patiently tutored his daughter, but suddenly his words were interrupted.

"So, don't be angry! It's useless to be angry! Go back and keep practicing!" Suddenly a playful and smiling voice came over, and with a swish, he flew up, jumped ten feet, hooked with his feet, and hung upside down on the Fanyin.

On the opposite branch, facing her.

Fanyin opened his eyes and shouted, "I think your skin is itchy! Lei Luo, just wait for me!" As he said this, Fanyin suddenly raised his body, hung in the air, and bent down to untie the rope around his ankles.

buckle.

Seeing Fanyin suddenly turn over, the boy almost knocked his chin with his head. He quickly spun to the side and avoided it. He grabbed the branch with one hand and watched Fanyin enjoying himself.

"Just wait for me!" Fanyin said angrily while explaining.

"Uncle Wu! Can we not train Xiaoyin like this next time?" Lei Luo said leisurely to the side, chewing an apple. Fifth Xiaoyao took his time and straightened up! He had already straightened up on one foot.

"Standing" in the lock, the rope did not move at all, and his figure was as straight as a silver needle.

"Awesome!" Lei Luo shouted: "Uncle Wu, do you listen to me? Can we not train Xiaoyin like this in the future?" Lei Luo changed the subject and came back.

Wu Xiaoyao looked back at him. The young man was fourteen years old this year, two years older than Fanyin. He had thick eyebrows and bright eyes, a square face, short flat hair, a strong body, and bronze skin. He was full of energy.

young man.

After hearing Lei Luo's words, he shouted "Ah!". Fifth Xiaoyao chuckled and then Qingshen fell down.

Fanyin waved his fingertips and threw out a thin ice blade, instantly breaking Lei Luo's branch. Lei Luo screamed and fell from the tree. Fanyin released his grip on the hemp rope and fell vertically.

, his toes touched the ground lightly, his legs were slightly arched, and he stood up. Looking at Lei Luo who was sighing at his chest, he chuckled.

"Let you talk to me again!"

"I didn't do it for you, okay? It saves you from being tired from practicing all day long." Lei Luo curled his lips and said, "Here! You're tired, eat an apple." As he said that, Lei Luo threw a red apple towards Fanyin.

"How many days has it been since you last washed your marrow?" Fanyin asked while eating. Lei Luo threw another apple to Xiaoyao. The three of them walked towards the village.

"Fourteen days."

"Fourteen days! Fourteen days! You have fourteen days!" Fanyin widened his eyes and shouted loudly while chewing an apple.

"Ah! Every girl's apple is about to burst out!" Lei Luo suddenly pursed his lips, shrank his neck, pretended to cover it with his hands, and laughed at the Sanskrit sound.

"Why am I only ten days old? Why am I only ten days old..." Fanyin frowned, lowered his head, and murmured while eating. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became.

"Hey! Fifth brother, I'm back with Xiaoyin from the marrow cleansing!" When he was approaching the village entrance, Lei Ding was walking towards the village carrying two bags of rice. He went to the nearby Murakami market to buy it early this morning to get a bargain. "I said.

Why didn't this kid accompany me to go shopping today? He just came to take Xiaoyin home."

"How about it, dad! I said Xiaoyin can't resist for ten days! You still don't believe it! You lost the bet!" Lei Luo gave a thumbs up to Lei Ding and said proudly.

Fanyin's hair stood up when he heard this, and he suddenly jumped onto Lei Luo's shoulders, rode on him, and pinched his thick neck: "Say it again! How dare you look down on me!

Can you say that again!"

Lei Luo was choked by Fanyin and burst into tears. He shook his head and threw away the apple.

"This kid just needs to be taken care of! Xiaoyin, take care of him for Uncle Lei!" The two adults looked at the excitement and were very happy.

But Fanyin got tired after pinching for a while, and she spread her hands and hung down. After the marrow cleansing, her physical strength couldn't bear it at all. Lei Luo calmed down for a moment, raised his shoulder, and Fanyin was thrown up.

Fanyin's legs were in the air, and her butt landed firmly on one of Lei Luo's shoulders. Fanyin sat on it and continued to eat leisurely. After finishing the apple, Lei Luo tossed her another pot of water. Lei Luo's figure

Strong and muscular, with broad shoulders, enough to carry a petite Sanyin.

"Uncle Fifth, can we not let Xiaoyin practice like this in the future? She is exhausted!" Lei Luo couldn't help complaining when he saw that Fanyin was so tired. "Why do you want her to practice so hard? Nothing is wrong with her."

Are you all here with me? With me here, no one dares to bully Xiaoyin!"

Wu Xiaoyao was very happy when he heard what Lei Luo said. Lei Ding was also happy. The two children grew up together and were childhood sweethearts. Lei Luo often came to carry Sanskrit chants on his back since they started sitting down.

, put the Sanskrit on your shoulders. In this world, except for Wu Xiaoyao, the shoulder where the Sanskrit sits most often is Lei Luo's shoulder.
Chapter completed!