Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Three days later, inside the Du'e Zhai shop.

The storefront of Du'e Zhai was covered with a door panel, and from the outside it looked no different from usual. Not a ray of light could see through the cracks in the door panel, and the signboard hung quietly in the wind.

Like the other shops on this street, it became lifeless after nightfall.

Only those who frequently walk at night would notice that a thin layer of frost had formed on the roof tiles of Du'e Zhai, while the roof of the neighboring house was dry.

This is because the yin energy is too heavy, causing the coolness of the moonlight to condense on the tiles.

There were no lights on in the inner room.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged in front of the window, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and even.

He looked no different from usual, with his hands on his knees, fingertips pointing upwards, as if he were meditating.

When the last ray of moonlight poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, the paper figure trembled, and its body was no longer dim.

Chen Mo's mind withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness and returned to his physical body.

As his injuries healed, he felt a sense of relief.

For the past three days, Faxiang's injury has been weighing heavily on his mind.

His physical form was damaged, and his mind was also damaged. Although it did not affect his daily activities, there was always a dull pain hidden deep in his consciousness.

It's like a thorn stuck in your flesh; you don't feel anything when you don't touch it, but it hurts when you do.

Now, the thorn has been removed.

Chen Mo moved his neck slightly, and his joints made a soft cracking sound.

outside the window.

The blood moon has set.

The sun was just peeking out on the horizon, arching upwards from below the outline of distant rooftops, turning the skyline a pale, fish-belly white.

Chen Mo sat quietly for a while, watching the sky outside the window gradually brighten, and took a deep breath before slowly exhaling.

After meditating for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, he took out a piece of Crimson Sun Blood Crystal from his pocket.

The egg-sized crystals gleamed with a dark reddish luster in the morning light, felt heavy in the palm of your hand, and carried a faint warmth.

This is the last piece.

The progress of the "Yin Sha Bone Tempering Method" is nearing completion, and today is the day of its completion.

Chen Mo stood up and struck an extremely bizarre pose in the center of the room.

With feet turned inward, knees extended outward, spine twisted, one hand supporting the sky and the other pressing down on the ground.

This is the final move of the technique, the Yin-Yang Bridge.

He pressed the Crimson Sun Blood Crystal to the center of his chest and began to circulate his internal energy.

The crystal shattered instantly, and the pure yang energy poured into his body like molten iron, colliding head-on with the remaining yin energy within him.

He forcibly channeled the two forces into his bones, refining them section by section.

The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, each wave more intense than the last.

Chen Mo's jaw clenched so hard it made a grinding sound, veins bulged on his forehead, and black impurities mixed with sweat seeped from his pores, emitting a foul stench.

His posture was distorted several times due to the excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth and slowly twisted it back into place.

I don't know how much time passed.

When the last section of his spine was tempered, Chen Mo heard the sound of his bones cracking.

That's not an illusion.

From the cervical vertebrae to the coccyx, the twenty-four vertebrae successively emit crisp cracking sounds, each sound louder than the last.

The excruciating pain vanished abruptly at that moment.

Chen Mo's body froze in place, maintaining the Yin-Yang Bridge posture.

Sweat continued to drip down, mixed with black impurities, forming a small, foul-smelling puddle at my feet.

He slowly straightened his posture, his spine returning to its normal position vertebra by vertebra, and with each vertebra he straightened, a very faint buzzing sound emanated from his body.

As the last vertebra returned to its proper place, a tremendous force surged up from deep within the bones.

It spreads along the bone surface and over the tendons, eventually filling every corner of the body.

Chen Mo closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

This was the first time he had truly looked inward at his own bones after mastering the "Yin Sha Bone Tempering Method".

In the past, when I looked inward, I saw grayish-white bones covered with a thin layer of yin energy.

It's different now.

In my field of vision, all the bones in my body had turned a heavy black.

The bone surface is smooth, and the surface is imprinted with lotus-shaped patterns, with layers of lotus petals covering the entire skeleton.

Moreover, after reaching perfection, one can clearly feel that the weight of the bones has decreased rather than increased, at least by about three layers.

He withdrew from his internal vision and tried walking around the room. Each step felt light and airy, as if he were walking on cotton.

"...I also need to readjust to the force required."

Chen Mo said something in a low voice, his tone flat, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The thorn that had been hanging over my heart for the past three days has been removed, and my cultivation technique has been perfected.

With these two things combined, even someone as unmoved as him couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

He glanced down at the water stains and foul-smelling impurities on the ground, frowned, turned around, and went out of the room into the backyard.

Before Aunt Liu and the others get up, quickly clean up the stains on your body and the room.

Chen Mo drew up two buckets of water from the well in the backyard.

The well water was already quite cold in late autumn, but that temperature meant nothing to him.

He wiped the water off his face and looked down at his hands.

The joints are clearly defined, and a faint black line can be seen under the skin, like ink flowing in a blood vessel.

This indicates that the malevolent energy has not been completely subdued. After a few days, once it has fully settled into the bone, these lines will disappear.

At that time, they will look no different from ordinary people.

Chen Mo filled another bucket with water and soaked himself from head to toe.

The black impurities were washed away by the well water and flowed into the drain through the underground ditch on the ground, gradually dissipating the fishy stench in the air.

He casually grabbed a cloth hanging on the drying line, dried himself off, and went back inside to change into clean clothes.

By the time the inner room was cleaned up, it was already a few minutes brighter.

The sun rose fully from behind the roof in the east, its golden-red light slanting across the backyard wall and illuminating the leaves of several climbing vines.

In the courtyard, Chen Dachuan was squatting by the well, brushing his teeth. When he saw Chen Mo come out, he nodded to him.

"You're up? You're up early today."

"Um."

Chen Mo responded and sat down on the stone platform in the corner of the courtyard. "I'm planning to go back to Jinshi today."

Aunt Liu poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of hot porridge: "Leaving so soon?"

"Thank you, Aunt Liu." Chen Mo took the bowl and explained, "I still have things to do over there."

The porridge was made with white rice, cooked until thick, and a poached egg was placed inside.

Aunt Liu stood beside him watching him drink, asking, "Is that enough? There's more in the pot."

That's enough.

Chen Dachuan had already finished brushing his teeth and was wiping his face with a towel when he heard the noise. He draped the towel over his shoulder and turned to look at him.

"Are you leaving?"

"Okay, I'll come back when I have time."

As Chen Mo drank his porridge, his mind was filled with thoughts of that treacherous dragon pool.

Since it concerns the source of Yin energy, he certainly won't give up unless he can find another superior source of Yin energy.

Be careful on the road.

Chen Dachuan sat down on the stone stool next to him and reached into his waistband to pull out a pipe.

My hand trembled when I struck the match, and the first match went out as soon as I struck it.

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