It became, Zifeng's heart was happy, his ethereal state of mind was interrupted, and the trace of the source suddenly disappeared.
He was not in a hurry, but carefully recalled his previous successful experience.
Facts have proved that Jiu Xuan Dafa is very concerned about its mentality. This means meaningless meaning. It should mean intentional or unintentional mentality. Therefore, it is empty and not empty. It is quiet and small, unable to chase.
It is a tangible method, enters the intangible method, and eliminates feelings. At that time, it will have a glimpse of the outside world, the **** machine will start, and then the unintentional imperial drive will bring a trace of the world. The source is attracted to the body.
There is no doubt that my sister said that from childhood, the source of power methods should be the best. If all source exercises have similar requirements for this mental state, then this person will have a mixed mentality for a long time, and distraction is a generation of the body. The biggest obstacle to the source of strength is that only by keeping a heart can I break my control.
In this way, mental feelings can appear one after another, and then follow the advantages and disadvantages of one's own meridians, adjust their blood, and mobilize their reversal.
It seems that this first step is to be realized. In this "shou" and "quiet", the law is constantly changing, and the traces of its roots are still higher than this "one"!
With this in mind, Zifeng smiled and said: "Although I started a lot later than the others, my true age is far greater than the age of this body, and there are more distractions, but there is no way."
His method is also very simple, that is, "hypnosis", an auxiliary skill to pass through, and this world can also come in handy.
After adjusting your breathing, slowly close your eyes, relax your body, and enter a state of light sleep.
Then Zifeng began to hint to himself, "In the next half an hour, I am a five-year-old child; in the next half an hour, I am a five-year-old child."
Zifeng felt that within half an hour, he was enough to generate the first power source.
While speaking, Zi Feng breathed deeply, and slowly, Dan Tian felt a warm feeling.
In his consciousness, there are clouds in front of and around the sky, and the sun is above the clouds.
This kind of cloud is his fault, distraction and difficulty, and the sun represents the light of creation, hope and success.
Suck on the phone, **** on the phone!
Zifeng's consciousness gradually rose, broke through the fog in a short time, and plunged into warm sunlight.
Unconsciously, Dan Tianli was born from a source, and this time it no longer disappears. On the contrary, under the control of Zifeng's subconscious mind, he followed the line of the Nine Profound Dafa. A week has passed, and half an hour has arrived, Zifeng opened his eyes.
Feeling the source of physical existence, he smiled happily.
The first source of force generation, the latter is much simpler, as long as you follow the path of the Nine Profound Dafa, it is good.
However, Zifeng found that only in the state of hypnosis, the efficiency of practicing Nine Trigrams Dafa is the highest, which seems to distract the influence of thoughts!
However, hypnosis also has a time limit. It cannot exceed forty minutes a day. Otherwise, consciousness is likely to degenerate into a five-year-old child.
This day has passed the practice, and the quiet Zifeng can't feel the passage of time until the stored food is finished.
During this period, Zifeng also took out the gold leaf obtained by the cat, but unfortunately there was no magnifying glass, the light was dim, and the little character was completely invisible.
In the early morning of this day, Zhang Quantian completed a fist and looked at the indentation on the stone wall. It has been fifteen days. It's time to go out.
In these fifteen days, his body source has changed from the thickness of the hair to the thickness of the needle, but he knows that his progress is indeed much slower than others.
In the gossip, Sister Fu reached her current level in only a day and a half. At that time, she did not practice the Nine Profound Dafa, but the practice of family biography. This made him a little stunned, but he was not lost. After all, the life he used to live in was not even accessible.
Packed things, undressed, Zifeng slowly dived into the water.
What Zifeng didn't know was that if Fu Xingyun understood his current progress, I'm afraid he would never think that his cultivation was slow.
Although Fu Xingyun's one-and-a-half days of practice is worth Zifeng's fifteen days of hard work, she did not say that she is Fu Xingyun's genius, and more than half of the world's planting progress is far from far enough.
Although Zifeng's cultivation speed was comparable to her at this time, it was not worse than other ordinary people.
But for Zifeng, who is proud of his bones, the situation is no exception.
Sneaking back to the garbage dump quietly, the black tiger seemed to have left, and there was no quiet sound in the garbage dump.
When he was about to approach his cabin, Zifeng stopped, and a faint **** smell came from his nose.
He turned around without hesitation and blamed himself secretly. After a few days in this world, Ann's birthday is even less vigilant. In exchange for the past, he will never return to the garbage dump.
Zifeng's hut in front of him was like a Shura field, with corpses everywhere. These are the corpses of scavengers and tiger cats, they have all been severed.
The blood flowing out has dried up and seeped into the ground, dazzling in the sun.
Oops, the broken door of the hut opened, and a silver-haired Li Yusheng walked out with a long knife, his eyes widened, and he looked somewhere.
Suddenly, he smiled!
Boy, can't help it anymore! brush!
This person disappeared in the same place like a ghost.
After a while, he appeared in the disappearance of Zifeng, snorted, and ran to the south.
On the way, I passed a small forest, a stream, and then a forest, where the smell on the other side was broken, as if the whole person disappeared out of thin air.
It's Zifeng.
It turns out that after he ran to the woods left by Li Yusheng, he ran back again and hid in the stream to cover his breath.
At first it was just to guard against the other side of the hound. I didn't expect Li Yusheng's nose to be more energetic than a dog. When the silver-haired man flew overhead, it made him nervous for a while.
After getting out of the creek, Zifeng lowered his head to meditate for a while, but instead of walking forward, he turned and ran to the garbage dump.
In his previous life, he was a master of tracking. He naturally knew the psychology of his followers. The road ahead will not work. He will do the opposite.