C144 The Secret Scriptures of Old Song

"I've been cultivating for the past few months, ignoring the training of my physical body. When I have time, I'll definitely give it a good try." Tang Ao circulated the《 iron sand》 mental cultivation method, and the trembling phenomenon slightly improved.

"Hold on a bit longer, there's still one last thing." The closer he got to the last moment, the more Song Hetong was afraid that he would fall off the trap and continue to whip Tang Ao.

"Geezer, it's fine. I can still hold on for a bit longer, continue." Tang Ao lifted his head and gave Song Hetong a firm look.

"Good!" "Get into the pot!"

Looking at the fist-sized, jet-black and shiny Yue Yang, Tang Ao wanted to cry. "This sovereign worked so hard to refine something like this."

Song Hetong played with such a small piece of black gold, and stared at Tang Ao. It's just a basket, but it's already tiring you to this extent. You have the nerve to call yourself The Origin Martial realm. "

"I …" Tang Ao was once again rendered speechless by this old fellow. Originally, he had pursued too much of a realm and instantaneous burst of power that he had neglected the tempering of his physical body, which resulted in him not having much strength. Although he had soaked in water before, that had only stimulated the potential of Tang Ao's body, and had not continued to strengthen his nurturing.

Song Hetong seemed to have seen through Tang Ao's weakness, "Fine! Could it be that there is someone who has a rather deep interest in this old man and is cooperating quite well with him? Come with me, this old man will show you something else. "

"Oh?"

After following Song Hetong around the workshop a few times, Tang Ao came to a simple room. It was hard to believe that this was the place where the famous blacksmith Song Hetong lived.

"The whole workshop is quite grand. Why is your house so crappy? You're too stingy." Tang Ao casually looked around, from time to time making sarcastic remarks.

"Hehe!" As for humans, once they reach a certain level or age, they will look down on many things. With a single place to protect themselves, I will be satisfied. " Carrying a pair of rough large hands on his back, Song Hetong said with a bit of emotion as he looked through the vicissitudes of life.

Tang Ao felt goosebumps all over his body, "Hey, stop being Lyric, tell me what you saw."

Song Hetong rummaged through the boxes, muttering as he did so, "There's no reason! It should be here! " After he finished flipping through one side, he flipped through the other, "It should be here!"

"Ha!" I found it! " Song Hetong took out a broken book, and there were a few pages rolled up in the corner that he handed over to Tang Ao, "This book is a method of adjusting one's breathing and strength that I have comprehended. It can maximize the use of every bit of strength, so this old man calls it [breath holding technique]. Let me show you first! These few days smelting gold, you can also train with it. "

"Thank you!" This kind of good stuff should be taken out early! " Tang Ao received the Qi Method impolitely and flipped through it, "The things that you taught me today felt pretty good. Then, based on this principle, can it increase the power of my attacks? "

Such a bold idea was perhaps something that Song Hetong expected, "You are smarter than I thought. That's right, this breath holding technique was circulating his Essence along with the Qi in his dantian. This old man has gained a total of thirty thousand kilograms of strength depending on the individual's circumstances. "

"Holy sh * t!" Thirty thousand Jin! " Although it was within his expectations, he was still quite surprised.

"It's just that the process is very painful and requires a lot of patience. Once you relax, all the effort you've put in will go down the drain. You have to be mentally prepared." Song Hetong kept his teasing expression and seriously warned Tang Ao.

"This sovereign knows. Isn't there still you? I should learn very quickly. When will the remaining nine baskets of blackstones be smelted again? " Tang Ao was carrying the secret manual and couldn't wait to cultivate.

"It depends on you. If you're not in a hurry, you can put it on for eight to ten years without a problem." Song Hetong laughed, appreciating the way the young people were struggling.

"Then that's it, I'm going back to my room!" Tang Ao said a few simple words of greeting and then quickly returned to the rooms that the disciples were staying in.

"Work hard and study hard!" This child's future is limitless! " Looking at Tang Ao's leaving figure, Song Hetong stroked his grey beard as he smiled.

"The Earth Eater has five grains and the Heaven Eater has six breaths. "Yes, the path of qi …" Tang Ao hurriedly rushed back to his room and started to read and cultivate as if he was hungry.

"So, Dantian is not only used to store and convert Qi into spiritual Qi, but it can also be used to seep into one's spirit and refine one's body." As Tang Ao continued to read, the door to a new world opened towards him.

Spiritual Qi existed in the heaven and earth, and it was being absorbed by the cultivators. Through the dantian, it was being converted into the zhen qi qi qi that they needed. However, there was still a portion of energy that was free and unrestrained. Because of the concealing of spiritual energy, people ignored its existence.

The < breath holding technique > was such a technique. Through the use of Qi to strengthen the body, it would constantly challenge the self, surpassing the self. This was probably the reason why Song Hetong was so old yet had a hidden glimmer in his eyes.

"Drawing qi into the abdomen, Qi sinking into the Dantian." After trying a few times, Tang Ao quickly mastered the skill of Qi Drawing. imitating the breathing technique that Song Hetong had taught him, Tang Ao looked inside and discovered that there was a light yellow Qi that was gradually sinking from his lungs to his Dantian; it then followed his meridians and flowed towards his bones.

"AHH!" Tang Ao felt comfortable, and the ecstatic feeling coming from the marrow of his bones made him unable to hold back and shout out. The tip of his tongue was stimulated by this as sweet and sweet liquid continuously flowed out from his mouth.

In one go, Tang Ao took advantage of his excitement and finished training the breath holding technique in one night. The next morning, Tang Ao opened his eyes as the first ray of sunlight shone onto his body.

"Clang!"

A sharp sound of breaking through the air rang out. Tang Ao's eyes shone with a sharp light that was similar to substance, and smashed two small holes into the limestone in front of him.

"Done!" The breath holding technique is truly amazing. In just a single night, the strength of the physical body has increased by another ten thousand Jin. " Tang Ao stood up, only then did he realise that he had grown taller by quite a bit, and stretched himself, causing the bones in his entire body to crackle loudly.

"My strength increased by another ten thousand jin. Now, without using the meridian diagram of moving sky, I can exert strength of nearly sixty thousand jin out of thin air. During the battle, my confidence in being able to win increases by a few points." Tang Ao clenched his fist, his eyes filled with determination, and his gaze moved.

"Young Master Tang, Master has a request."

A disciple brought a message to invite Tang Ao, who nodded. After organizing his thoughts, he followed the disciple to the inner hall.

A lady stood behind Song Hetong. Her face was young and delicate, and when she saw Tang Ao, a faint blush actually appeared on her face. She was dressed in white like snow, and looked holy like a fairy from the nine heavens.

"Holy sh * t!" I never thought that this girl would be so good-looking after looking at it carefully! "