Chapter 50 Hard Training

Outside the cell, the breath was dissipating. Although it was not a real flame burning his body, it was very hot. Meng Qi felt his skin was scalding, as if it was burned by fire. Sweat kept pouring out from his forehead, across his face, across the corners of his mouth, and merged with the sweat from his upper body.

Dizzy and swollen, Meng Qi barely calmed down and maintained the Qi flow route of the first level of the Golden Bell Cover. He was very glad that he had an iron shirt as a base, otherwise his skin would have been "burned" and his water loss would have been serious, and he would not be able to hold on.

This is many times more terrifying than a sauna!

The internal force was constantly running, and Meng Qi felt that his muscles seemed to be "dissolving" bit by bit, and constantly "reorganizing", from the inside out, cooperating with the "transformation" of the Golden Bell Cover.

The Dantian also began to condense again.

Sweat was steaming, and Meng Qi's vision became blurred. He felt that the scene in front of him was shaking-this was the part of the Golden Bell Cover that targeted the eyes when practicing each level. Of course, for the first level, it only took ten breaths to open the eyes in this environment.

Unprecedented torture and suffering made Meng Qi subconsciously look into the cage, as if he was longing for the Fire Swan to move inwards, away from him, so that the high temperature here would be slightly lower.

The Fire Swan with red feathers seemed to feel Meng Qi's gaze, opened its eyes, and took a step towards him, so the temperature became even higher!

This dead bird! Meng Qi cursed inwardly, and dared not look at the Fire Swan again, fearing that it would move towards him again.

Ten breaths passed, Meng Qi closed his eyes, trying to make himself forget the high temperature, the discomfort of his skin and muscles, and everything around him, and immersed himself in the practice of the Golden Bell Cover.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of "Amitabha" came into Meng Qi's ears, just when he finished a cycle.

"Master." Meng Qi opened his eyes and saw Xuan Bei standing in front of him.

Xuan Bei nodded gently: "That's enough, today's training ends here. You can hold on for a day, which is beyond my expectation."

"One day?" Meng Qi asked hoarsely, extremely surprised that he actually held on for a day?

At the same time, he finished regulating his breath and slowly stood up. He felt pain all over his body and his legs were weak. He wanted to find a cool place to lie down and sleep immediately.

A smile appeared on Xuan Bei's often melancholy face: "I originally thought that you could only bear it for two hours at most, but you held on for five hours. Your perseverance is commendable, not as jumpy and impetuous as you appear."

Sometimes I just find joy in suffering and relax my mood. In fact, I know it in my heart... Meng Qi secretly argued for himself, but as soon as he took a step, he almost fell down because it was too hot, too dizzy and too weak.

Xuan Bei waved his sleeves, and a wind rose from nowhere, holding Meng Qi steadily, preventing him from falling, and letting him walk out of the range of the Huohu cell.

The coolness came, and Meng Qiu's mind was cleared, and he suddenly felt alive again!

"But don't force yourself to hold on, it's easy to hurt your body, five hours will do." Xuan Bei walked in front and said to Meng Qi casually, "In this way, you will be able to practice the first level of the Golden Bell Cover in half a month, and the first three levels will not exceed three months."

Three months... Meng Qi frowned, because he didn't know how long it would take for the next reincarnation mission to arrive. If there was a year and a half, there would be no worries. If it was just one month like last time, then his Golden Bell Cover would at most be able to practice the second level, and there would be no substantial improvement.

Fortunately, there was the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles to save his life!

Meng Qi could only think so, because the Golden Bell Cover was a magical skill with a strong foundation and slow progress. If practiced normally, the first three levels would take at least a year. Even if he had a foundation of accumulating Qi, it would probably take six or seven months. Now that he could practice it in three months, what was there to complain about?

There was no conversation along the way. Meng Qi dragged his weak body back to the courtyard where Xuanbei was. He went straight to the water tank, picked up the wooden ladle, and drank two full ladlefuls to relieve the water shortage.

Entering the Zen room, Meng Qi saw Zhenhui meditating, with a smile on his face, concentrating, and even a bit of Zen.

Is this guy really suitable for practicing "Picking Flower Finger"? Meng Qi was stunned, then found the Lingzhi Qi Pill and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged to meditate, regulate his body, and replenish his internal breath.

At dinner, Meng Qi burst out with the strongest "combat power" in history, and the amount of food he ate surprised him.

After eating and drinking, Meng Qi, who had practiced hard all day, was extremely sleepy and just wanted to lie dead on the bunk bed - Shaolin advocates hard practice, even the exclusive courtyard of an elder like Xuanbei is no different from the errand courtyard and the martial monk courtyard. If it were not for confidentiality and convenience of their own practice, there would not even be a separate courtyard.

"Brother, I'm going to continue meditating." Zhenhui said to Meng Qi with great interest, and rushed back to the Zen room directly, without any resistance to practice.

Seeing this, Meng Qi sighed, turned and walked into the courtyard, found a sword, and practiced the "Blood Sword Technique" under the cold moonlight.

Can't slack off! I don't know when the reincarnation mission will start!

"Blood Sword Technique" attaches great importance to the steps and the angles of the moves, and pays attention to looking ahead and suddenly behind. Only in this way can the sword technique be extremely strange, and each sword is cut from an incredible position, which complements Meng Qi's "God of Change", and practice promotes each other.

After practicing several rounds of sword techniques, the tired Meng Qi stopped, panting heavily, and planned to take a rest.

At this time, he saw Xuanbei standing at the door of the Zen room from the corner of his eye, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.

"Master." Meng Qi quickly put his hands together.

Xuanbei nodded, showing a rare expression of satisfaction: "Very good."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into his meditation room.

Meng Qi was secretly proud, adjusted his breath for a moment, and continued to practice his sword skills.

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Day after day, Meng Qi repeated the two-point-one-line life of Huohu Prison and Xuanbei Small Courtyard. He felt that the golden bell was running more and more smoothly, and his body had faintly strange changes. He also successfully completed the training on the thirteenth day. Passed the first level.

On this day, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in front of Huohu's cell. There were few beads of sweat on his body, reflecting a little golden color.

Although the high temperature is still there, Meng Qi's discomfort has eased a lot. He is no longer dizzy, his skin no longer has a burning sensation, and his body is much calmer.

Suddenly, a layer of golden color appeared on Meng Qi's dantian, and there seemed to be a slight sound.

After the sound, the golden color faded, Meng Qi opened his eyes and moved his neck with satisfaction.

On the twenty-ninth day, the second level of the Golden Bell Cover was completed! Dantian has been re-condensed!

Xuanbei seemed to have been staying here and not leaving. Seeing this, he nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I will start the third level of practice tomorrow."

"Master, is the third level still here?" Meng Qi stood up and asked with concern.

Up to now, his feeling of collapse has improved a lot after each practice, at least he is no longer so weak that he would fall down when walking.

"Outside the cell in front." Xuanbei signaled with his eyes.

Meng Qi followed his gaze and found that it was the room he had noticed before. It was filled with cold air and there was a layer of ice crystals on the ground.

It was "hot" before, but now it's "cold"?

Xuanbei spoke slowly: "What's locked inside is the 'Cold Turtle'. You have to use the ice breath it emits to practice the third level."

"Yes, Master." Meng Qi looked at the cell and saw a giant turtle carrying a light blue turtle shell. Snowflakes were flying inside and ice crystals were everywhere, which was in sharp contrast to the Firebird cell separated by a wall.

After returning to the small courtyard, Xuanbei gave the token to Meng Qi: "You should be familiar with the daily visits. You can go and practice on your own in the future. When the third level is completed, I will tell my teacher."

Meng Qi nodded in agreement. After all, in the past month, his master had been watching over him while he was practicing, which delayed him a lot of time. Now that he had completed the second level of the Golden Bell Cover and was familiar with the environment there, it was time for him to do so. Become self-reliant.

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The next day, Meng Qi held the token and successfully entered the stupa and reached the first floor where the "Cold Turtle" was imprisoned.

As soon as he stepped inside, Meng Qi felt a biting chill, colder than every winter he had experienced in the past, as if even his bone marrow was frozen.

As usual, he was naked and sat down cross-legged, shivering, using the third care of the golden bell to keep out the cold.

This time, Meng Qi did not look at the "cold turtle" again, and "begged" it to step back to avoid the opposite consequences.

However, as he continued to practice, Meng Qi felt increasingly cold, as if his practice of the third care method had been in vain.

Opening his eyes and looking around, he found that Hangui had quietly moved near the iron fence at some point.

This damn monster! Meng Qi gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.

"Haha, stupid humans, don't you know that this dead turtle is the most vengeful? It just flooded a city and was imprisoned here for decades. How could it be pleasing to you humans?" A noisy voice came from the other side. .

Meng Qi happened to be tempering his eyes when he saw a little bird lying on the cage through the cold air.

It is very ugly, with a round body like a ball, two short wings, covered with black feathers, and a fish-like mouth instead of a beak on its head.

"What are you looking at? We won't change our name in business, or our surname in our seats. Our Taoist name is 'Chui Yizi', and we are descendants of the Kunpeng clan!" The little bird jumped up and said, "You must be wondering why we didn't come to see you a few days ago. Let’s talk, is a Kunpeng as arrogant as us talking to humans casually?”

Meng Qi ignored it, closed his eyes, and concentrated on practicing.

"Tsk, little monk, what's the use of relying on the cold air of a dead turtle to practice? You have to find Han Chi anyway, haha, by then, you will be frozen into ice slag, and you will not be able to die anymore..." The little bird drooped its wings. "Zi" Meng Qi didn't realize that he was cultivating at all and continued to ramble on.

"Your posture is so ugly, you humans really have no taste at all..." It picked on Meng Qi from head to toe and talked for an entire hour.

"Little monk, what's the use of practicing turtle shell kung fu like the Golden Bell Cover? Why don't you let me out, and I'll do something good for you..."

Meng Qi felt the noise in his ears, which made him agitated. He wanted to jump up and find something to stuff this guy's mouth with. It was so noisy and talkative! Don’t you know that you need to be purified during cultivation?

"Speaking of benefits, our Kunpeng family has been passed down for countless thousands of years. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather once..." The little bird started talking about it, starting from the story of its grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. This posture lasted three months. I can’t finish it!

After one week, Meng Qi stood up suddenly and was about to gag "Zhangyizi"'s mouth. However, the bird was extremely alert and flew back to the depths of the cell the moment Meng Qi stood up, and said proudly: "You Think we can’t tell when you’ve finished running for a week?”

"Haha, just listen to me honestly!"