Although he told his wife and family not to disturb him, Ye Tian still didn't dare to be careless, and only then did he enter the room after arranging a soundproof formation in front of the door of the study.
The jade-like stone was still on the desk, and under the afternoon sunlight, it flashed with a dazzling color of ink purple, which looked mysterious and unusual.
"Heijiao cherished and handed over this ink jade to me back then, presumably this thing is not an ordinary product!"
Ye Tian took a deep breath, wrapped his palm with his consciousness, and took the ink jade in his hand.
Putting Mo Yu on the table, Ye Tian walked to the corner of the room, opened a backpack he had brought from Shennongjia, and took out the Sanqing Bell from inside.
Since the white ape returned the Sanqing Bell, Ye Tian has never had time to think about this thing, but Ye Tian has a feeling that the function of these Sanqing Bells is far more than just opening up the exercises inherited in the brain, and it must have other functions.
"Jingle bell!"
Holding the handle and shaking it gently, a pleasant bell rang, but it was exactly the same as the sound made by ordinary bells, and there was nothing unusual.
Ye Tian frowned, divided half of the primordial spirit to wrap the Sanqing Bell, and his right hand shook again, strangely, this time the Sanqing Bell did not make any sound.
However, Ye Tian's face was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
"This ...... This thing can actually work on the soul?"
Although the Sanqing bell did not ring, the sound of the "jingle bell" was directly transmitted into Ye Tian's sea of consciousness.
The crisp and pleasant ringtone cleared Ye Tian's mind, and this business seemed to have a kind of magic, which made Ye Tian's original irritability because of Zhu Dong's visit, quickly calmed down.
And under the influence of this bell, Ye Tian's primordial spirit seemed to be shaken as if the avenue was ringing in unison, and an indescribable feeling rose in Ye Tian's heart.
To the realm of refining the spirit and returning to the void, it has changed from self-cultivation to mind cultivation, these three clear bells can act on people's minds, for Ye Tian, who has not yet formed a primordial spirit, it is undoubtedly like sending charcoal in the snow.
"Can ...... But when I am cultivating the primordial spirit, how can I shake the Sanqing Bell?"
Ye Tian found that when the Sanqing Bell was not shaken, it would not produce the above-mentioned effects, which made Ye Tian scratch his head a little.
After walking back and forth in the room a few times, Ye Tian found a red rope from the drawer, tied it to the slit at the top of the Sanqing bell, looked left and right, and hung the red rope on the hanger next to the desk.
After doing this, Ye Tian sat cross-legged on the futon on the ground, put the ink jade in his palms, and then raised his hands flat to his chest.
The chaotic divine consciousness stayed above the two palms, and the Sanqing Bell was one meter in front of Ye Tian, just at the level of his forehead.
"Go!"
Ye Tian's divine thoughts moved, and the chaotic primordial spirit separated a wisp of divine consciousness, which struck the Sanqing bell like lightning, and a crisp bell suddenly returned to the primordial spirit.
Affected by the vibration of the bell, the primordial spirit felt comfortable for a while, Ye Tian used the method of cultivating his consciousness, and suddenly a suction force came out of the primordial spirit and transmitted to the ink jade in the palm of his hand.
The originally cold and abnormally cold ink jade, under this suction, turned into the most refined spiritual energy, and overflowed into Ye Tian Yuan Shen in wisps of it.
Under the aftermath of the bell, the speed at which the primordial spirit absorbed the spiritual energy seemed to be three points faster.
Ye Tian did not enter deep meditation, but was experiencing this feeling carefully, and from time to time he would divide a wisp of divine consciousness to strike the Sanqing bell, using the bell to concentrate his energy, as if the great road was ringing in his head, but there was no danger of going crazy.
His mind was completely immersed in cultivation, Ye Tian didn't notice the sunset and sunrise outside the window, and the feeling of his soul constantly filling up, making him forget the mortal world around him.
Ye Tian's breathing became longer, his chest was almost not bullied, and the interval between exhalation and inhalation was more than ten minutes, and the primordial spirit floating in front of him seemed to have changed slightly.
Although it was not very clear, the shape of the small hands and feet had already come out, and it looked much thicker and more condensed than before.
After exhaling ...... long breath, Ye Tian finally opened his eyes, not that he didn't want to continue, but he felt his stomach "gurgling".
Without true qi to nourish the body, the primordial spirit was cultivating again, although Ye Tian's spirit was extremely abundant, but his physical body could not stand it.
At the same time as Ye Tian opened his eyes, the primordial spirit stationed in front of him turned into a ray of light, drilled in from the seal hall of his eyes, and then wandered around his body, and Ye Tian's physical discomfort suddenly weakened a little.
"The ancients talked about the dining style and drinking dew, which still needs true qi to supply the body's needs, although the original spirit is important, the physical body is also indispensable!"
Feeling the changes in his body, Ye Tian felt a hint of enlightenment in his heart, using the body as a carrier to cultivate the spirit, the two complemented each other and were indispensable.
Although he had stopped practicing, Ye Tian did not get up, sat in place and closed his eyes again, and after experiencing it carefully for a while, the primordial spirit jumped out of the heavenly spirit.
"Go!"
Ye Tian scolded softly, and the primordial spirit above his head turned into a big hand, instantly appearing above the desk, and grabbed the "Lingbu Immortal Scripture" on the table that he was reading every day.
If there was another person in the room at this time, he would see that the book that was originally on the table suddenly floated up and came straight to Ye Tian.
As Ye Tian's faith turned, the "Lingbu Immortal Scripture" flew high and flew around the room, and it took more than a minute before it returned to the desk.
"Haha...... Hahaha!" After taking back the primordial spirit, Ye Tian burst into laughter and felt extremely comfortable.
As Ye Tian's cultivation continues to deepen, the primordial spirit has been condensed into a true yang god, then he can truly forget both things and self and wander outside the sky.
"Huh? Where is that piece of ink jade? What...... How could this happen?"
In addition to being overjoyed, Ye Tian suddenly remembered the ink jade in his palm, and couldn't help but spread his palm, but found that there was nothing else in his palm except a spread of white powder.
"This ...... What's going on?"
Ye Tian was shocked, the joy of the primordial spirit's condensation suddenly disappeared without a trace, without the essence of the spiritual energy in this ink jade, he wanted to reach the realm of the primordial spirit, I am afraid that it would take at least three years of penance.
It can be said that Ye Tian has already regarded Mo Yu as a treasure of the same level as Sanqing Ling, even more important than Sanqing Ling!
"That stone is black, how can it leave white powder?" Ye Tian was a little unwilling and searched around his body, but found nothing.
"Could it be that I have absorbed all the spiritual energy in that stone, so that the stone will turn into powder?"
A thought suddenly appeared in Ye Tian's mind, this ink jade should only be a special carrier for holding spiritual energy, when the spiritual energy disappeared, the ink jade also lost its function and decomposed by itself.
"Damn, I...... Where can I find this thing again?"
Ye Tian stood up and scolded indignantly, a stone would save him three years of penance, if he could have a thousand sons and eight hundred, Ye Tian believed that he would enter the Jindan Avenue, it would not be difficult.
After seeing the effect of the ink jade, Ye Tian's heart was like there were a hundred thousand cat claws scratching, and he couldn't calm down.
"Forget it, let's eat something first."
He didn't know how long he had been practicing, but through the sunlight coming from the window, he could see that it was supposed to be early in the morning.
When he opened the door, it was indeed just bright, but then Ye Tian was stunned, because he saw his mother standing in front of his room, her face full of anxiety.
Ye Tian knew that his mother liked to work late at night and never had the habit of getting up early, so he quickly asked: "Mom, why do you get up so early?"
Seeing her son come out, Song Weilan opened her mouth and started talking, but Ye Tian could only see her mother's lips trembling, but she didn't know what she was saying.
"Hey, why did I forget this stubble?"
Ye Tian hurriedly put his foot on the ground, bent down and took back the "Daqi Tongbao" buried in the eyes of the formation, and then heard his mother's words, "Xiaotian, you...... You can come out, you're in a hurry to die of mom."
"Mom, I'm fine, didn't I tell you that I was in retreat?" Ye Tian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and quickly asked: "How long will I be in retreat this time?"
Song Weilan glared at Ye Tian and said: "What's more, you stayed inside for five days, no matter how much we shouted outside, we shouldn't shout, if you don't come out today, I...... I'm going in!"
"Five days? So long?" Only then did Ye Tian know the reason for his hunger, but he was completely immersed in the cultivation of the primordial spirit at that time, and he couldn't feel the passage of time at all.
The ancients said that the mountains were in the world for thousands of years, which is actually what it means.
Song Weilan walked to her son, looked up and down, and after seeing that Ye Tian was fine, she let out a sigh and said: "Xiaotian, don't do this next time, it frightens us!"
If Ye Tian hadn't specifically told his family before, and Song Weilan was now convinced of her son's words, I'm afraid they would have broken into the door long ago.
"Mom, I know, don't worry." Ye Tian agreed, but sighed in his heart, his family was indeed not suitable for his own cultivation.
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