Chapter 1852

Is it too fast to sleep here?

Snore with your head down?

Is it comfortable to sleep here? Isn't it sweet to go back to the hut and sleep?

Jiang Wuchen despises it. He thinks the old man may be pretending to force him. Nine times out of ten, he can wake up consciously when the fish bite the hook.

He watched quietly. After a while, there were fish biting the hook, the fish floating and sinking, and the fishing rod was dragged into the lake. The old man still didn't wake up and turned over to continue to sleep.

Jiang Wuchen looks at the sun. It's about ten o'clock. It's a comfortable time to shine on him.

Would you like to wake him up?

Forget it, I'm not the person in the picture. Maybe he can't see me at all.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wuchen simply sits cross legged. It doesn't matter to sit down. Suddenly, he feels that the spirit of Yuan spirit in all directions is unusually strong and rushes towards him madly.

Jiang Wuchen is not polite at the moment and begins to refine Qi and practice.

Unknowingly, the sun was west. The old man on the gray boulder sat up slowly, stretched his waist, and then realized that he had come to fish.

Then he looked around, but found nothing.

At the moment, his bamboo pole was floating on the calm lake not far away.

The old man sighed and pressed his fingers on his temples, as if warning himself that he could not make such a mistake next time.

Then he raised his hand, and a soft suction appeared in the palm of his hand. He sucked the fishing rod into his palm from the lake. The bait on the hook was gone. The old man took the fishing rod, picked up the basket and turned back.

Jiang Wuchen quickly stood up and followed the old man to see what was in the old man's hut.

As a result, the old man walked into the hut, but Jiang Wuchen couldn't get in. There was an invisible force that blocked him out. In addition, there were a lot of fairy fog, so he couldn't see the situation inside.

Jiang Wuchen tried to use soul yuan, but found that the air sea was empty.

This time, he could not help but panic, his whole body sent out a cold sweat, heard a sound of water next to his ears, and Jiang Wuchen woke up.

The scene in front of us is back to the bamboo grove by the river. There are pictures of mountains and rivers. The sound of water just now is the sound of fish jumping out of the water. The weather is hot and the oxygen in the water is insufficient. Especially in the evening, fish are easy to turn over the pit.

"It's dark!"

"Hiss, where's my fishing rod?"

Jiang Wuchen looked around and found the fishing rod floating in the middle of the river. He couldn't help smiling bitterly, "in the picture, the old man's fishing rod fell into the lake, and my fishing rod also fell."

Jiang Wuchen took the fishing rod back by using the dragon's magic of absorbing water.

It was getting dark, so I collected the picture and got up to return to the hut.

Lying on the bamboo bed, he hung the picture of mountains and rivers in front of his eyes. Looking at it, the picture began to shake and was brought in again.

This time soon, Jiang Wuchen came to the Xianhu lake. The door of the hut was still closed and the old man had not got up.

"Why do I have to hang here? Can't I find another place to see?" Jiang Wuchen is ready to bypass the hut and walk to the green mountain behind.

As a result, when I came to the entrance of the mountain, there was a fairy fog in front of me. I couldn't walk.

He turned and walked back towards the forest opposite Xianhu lake. As a result, he couldn't move.

Jiang Wuchen understands that he enters the map of mountains and rivers, which is similar to playing some kind of game. The old man in the grass house is a level. If this level fails, the follow-up cannot be carried out.

Jiang Wuchen can only return to his original place. When the sun rises, the fairy fog around the thatched house gradually dissipates. The door opens. The old man changes into a gray robe and comes out with a fishing rod.

Or go to the wetland to dig earthworms, and then come to Xianhu to sit down, throw out the fishing rod and sleep.

Is this day going to pass like this?

In the lake, the fish bite the hook. Jiang Wuchen said this time, "old Sir, old Sir! There is a fish bite the hook."

The old man still didn't move, as if he didn't hear.

Jiang Wuchen simply walked over, ready to take the old man's fishing rod, took his hand, and passed his palm directly through the old man's body, which shows that Jiang Wuchen's world in the painting is just a transparent person.

"Hey?"

Jiang Wuchen goes to the fish basket to look for things. He can see the iron shovel, bait and mud in the fish basket, but he can't take out anything.

Reach out and touch, like air.

"Can't you do anything here? You can only watch the old man sleep?"

Jiang Wuchen was a little anxious. Suddenly she remembered yesterday. It seemed that she was sitting there cross legged to refine her Qi!

"Hiss, if you can't do anything, why can you refine gas?"

"But you can't use your magic here. It seems that the sea of Qi doesn't exist."

"Why can we refine gas when there is no sea of gas?"

Jiang Wuchen realized the contradiction. At present, he no longer paid attention to the old man, but returned to the grassland by the lake and sat cross legged. The pure breath began to be absorbed and refined by him, and these refined vitality steadily sank into the sea of gas.

"Hmm? The sea of Qi exists when refining Qi, but it does not exist when exercising magic power!"

"The world in this painting is really magical."

"At present, the only thing we can do is to refine gas here. Well, then refine gas."

Jiang Wuchen adjusted his mind, got rid of all the chaos in the periphery and began to refine gas a little.

The day passed.

Two days

Seven days have passed.

Jiang Wuchen has formed a habit of refining gas every day when he comes in. He found that one day of refining gas in the painting can top ten days of refining gas outside.

The purity of breath here is on the one hand, on the other hand, his sea of Qi is completely emptied, but the refined breath is brought back to reality when leaving the country map.

This way, Jiang Wuchen has never seen.

If the picture of mountains and rivers is just an effect, Jiang Wuchen thinks it can be accepted.

After all, one day of Qi refining is equal to ten days, and the effect is still strong.

On the eighth day, after Jiang Wuchen came here, he ignored the old man, whether he was digging earthworms, fishing, or sleeping, and sat on the grass to practice.

Today's situation is different. After getting up, the old man didn't bring any fishing gear, but came to a flat ground in front of the wetland to practice Kung Fu.

"Hmm?" Jiang Wuchen stopped gas refining and carefully observed the old man's movements.

The old man moves very slowly. He waves, pushes and divides his legs. Each move is extremely clear, as if he was afraid that Jiang Wuchen would not learn.

Jiang Wuchen gets up and stands behind the old man to learn imitation.

These movements are not complicated. They are more like tai chi aerobics practiced by old people and women in the park. However, there are a lot of movements. There are more than a dozen changes when waving your palm at random.

At first, Jiang Wuchen thought it was simple, and his movements could be recorded. After a hundred moves, Jiang Wuchen's head became large, and these moves began to be difficult to remember. These moves were very similar in one form, with little change, but they did not change.

Moreover, with the exercise, a group of pure vitality was dense around the old man's body. This vitality is all attribute, thick and powerful!

Jiang Wuchen realizes that this is a once-in-a-lifetime learning opportunity. He doesn't know whether cizheng has studied, but probably not. If he finds it, he must not really give this picture to himself