Chapter 102: Red Mill

  Sitting cross-legged in the living room, Xuan Qi hugged Yuan Shou one, his mind sank into his dantian! A thread of energy gathered and grew, following a specific route, slowly advancing through his body. Repeatedly circulating, the turtle dragon transformation absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with its breathing method, using the ancestral aperture to directly absorb the spiritual energy in space, with the saliva in his mouth as an auxiliary medium for absorption. The yin evil energy seemed to pour into Xuan Qi's pores like cold ice, making him feel his whole body trembling, stiffening all over, extremely uncomfortable.

  Lao Ding whispered in Xuan Qi's ear, "It's like this, no matter if it's a killing aura or other types of energy, they are all actually a kind of spiritual energy. I had you meditate here just to get you familiar with this kind of killing aura, so that when you encounter it again in the future, you'll know how to deal with it."

  In the old temple, Xuan Qi slowly finished his work. Zhou's body was filled with cold air, and Xuan Qi couldn't help but make a "chattering" sound as his teeth chattered continuously. It was too cold! The blood seemed to have frozen into ice, no wonder people living in such a gloomy place would have their lifespan shortened.

  Lao Ding seemed to have found his favorite toy, muttering to himself as he spoke to Xuan Qi: "Three steps away from the wall corner is the coldest place in the room, where the yin hole is located. After we set up the formation, you'll sit there."

  "Every night sitting?" Xuan Qi who had slept on a wooden bed for over ten years didn't feel uncomfortable, instead he felt refreshed.

  "Yes, from now on I'll meditate and won't sleep! You go pick some mugwort and make a meditation mat. Once the formation is set up, we can start cultivating."

  Xuan Qi nodded silently, although he had set up a spell array for his grandfather to absorb the yuan energy and temper his body, but his grandfather was running around, it was unknown whether he had returned to Xiangnan or not, and whether the old mansion of the Xuan family had been repaired. Xuan Qi, who had just come out for a few days, actually felt a little homesick.

  Just as Xuan Qi was deep in thought, his phone rang. He picked it up and put it to his ear, hearing Liang Zi Mo's voice: "Xuan Qi, I'm at the entrance of Bei Qing. Come out! Let's go eat together."

  The college entrance examination, which was a turning point in life, not only changed the fate of Xuan Qi but also changed the fate of Liang Zimo. With more than 400 points in cultural courses and sports specialties, he became a freshman at Beiti Sports University, specializing in short-distance running and practicing 110-meter hurdles. This is the second time that Liang Zimo has gone to school without paying tuition fees, the first time being in kindergarten.

  Xuan Qi hung up his phone and was about to head out when he suddenly thought of Su Meng Xue, the big star from the previous generation who was now intimately close with him. As if driven by a ghostly force, Xuan Qi gave Su Meng Xue a call.

  "Are you all settled in?" Xuan Qi tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Zi Mo is waiting for me at the school gate, wants to have dinner together tonight, so I'll ask if you're free?"

  In the graduate dormitory, Su Mengxue sat on the bed with her legs crossed and a smile involuntarily appearing at the corners of her mouth: "Let's go to Hong Jie's store! She has also come to Beijing and it just so happens that it is next to our school."

  In the year 2000, Beijing was far from its later prosperity. The North Qing Garden had just been built with three buildings for sale outside, and it was deserted and quiet, with a price of only 4,000 yuan per square meter, which was far from the skyrocketing prices that would come later. On the contrary, the Science Park opposite the garden was bustling with people. It was incubating one IT company after another, but the dot-com bubble in the year 2000 made their lives difficult too. The once booming Chaoyang industry seemed to have encountered a cold current overnight and withered away.

  In the subway station opposite in later generations, there is an entertainment club called Moulin Rouge. This is also a business of Guiyue Sect. Hong Jin, due to his outstanding performance and good relationship with Xuan Qi, whether it was to win him over or reward him, rose with the tide and became the person in charge of part of Guiyue Sect's businesses in the capital.

  A red sweater with a black leather skirt, the fitted sweater revealing a bright red bra underneath. Black stockings and knee-high boots that are just as eye-catching as her bright red face after having had a drink. Standing there, she's a vision of elegance, and passersby can't help but take a second look, followed by a comment: what a lovely boss lady.

  Xuan Qi saw Hong Qin from afar and thought that she looked even better after not seeing her for just a few days. Especially the weapon on her chest, wrapped in a sweater, seemed to have grown bigger.

  Women, especially beautiful women. They are always extremely sensitive and can accurately capture the gaze of people around them. If it were usual, Hong Xuan would be looked at by Xuan Qi like this, she might feel a little shy, but today Hong Xuan had some wine, not only was she not shy, but also revealed a bit of coquetry, deliberately sticking out her chest, making the already towering and magnificent peak even bigger!

  Xuan Qi immediately lost his composure, his legs unstable, almost falling to the ground. His face flushed bright red, he shot Xuan Qi a glance, then burst into giggles, his body trembling with mirth, his chest heaving violently, and again his eyes widened in shock.

  "You're still not calm enough, young one!" Old Ding said with a serious tone: "This is going to be the woman of your furnace and cauldron, what's there to be surprised about? Focus on cultivating and reach the realm of refining the essence and transforming it into energy, then you can deal with her! At that time, the joy of being together will be boundless, haha..."

  Xuan Qi is now just a kind of atmosphere, accumulating day by day, requiring sudden enlightenment to reach the state of circulating Qi, and then it will be the state of breaking through Qi. After passing through the state of breaking through Qi, it will be the state of transforming liquid, which is the realm of refining essence and transforming Qi. There is still a long way to go.

  Su Mengxue stood beside Hong Qian and frowned: "Drunk?"

  Hong Qian nodded with a smile, "I had a few drinks, my colleagues from Hong Mo Fang came to congratulate me on taking office, and I couldn't refuse, so I had two sips." As she spoke, she put her arm around Su Mingxue: "Let's go, I'll take you to the room." After drinking, Hong Qian was no longer as reserved as usual, now even more like a big sister next door. Xuan Qi followed behind, looking at Hong Qian's buttocks swaying left and right under her black skirt, the fire in his heart burning even hotter!

  The Red Mill is a high-end club that combines accommodation, dining and leisure, with annual membership starting at 100,000 yuan. The platinum and diamond memberships are even more expensive. On ordinary days, it does not open to the outside world. Upon entering the grand hall, one finds not carved beams or painted rafters, but instead a lush green lawn stretching up to the sky. On this emerald-green grass, several parasols stand upright, while further ahead lies a trellis of tender green grapes, accompanied by a row of white railings.

  "The air here is so fresh!" Xuan Qi involuntarily took a deep breath, his eyebrows flashing with surprise, and he couldn't help but use his Qi-sensing technique: "There's a formation array here, gathering the surrounding spiritual energy together!" As he spoke, Xuan Qi leaned forward slightly and saw that on the lawn was a fake mountain, under which flowed a gentle brook.

  The water is living water, the mountain is a rock mountain, and these two are not unusual. The entire artificial hill is about three zhang high, and inside the artificial hill, there is also a six-sided pavilion built with flying stones on one side, and above it hangs a white jade ball. The living water is drawn from underground, falling gently from the jade ball, dripping and dropping like a flying waterfall!

  Xuan Qi couldn't help but applaud: "Wonderful! It's truly too wonderful!"

  The old man asked, "Now, where is the mistake?" Compared to the other four disciples, Xuán Qí's innate talent was the worst, but his comprehension was the best. He could always induce and generalize, sometimes even gaining enlightenment three times a day. Teaching such a student gave him a strong sense of accomplishment, very strong indeed.

  "The artificial hill doesn't have any special features, and the water source is just an ordinary one. The person who set up the formation utilized the flow of the water vein inside the mountain to amplify the formation's power, and then released the spiritual energy through the rotation of the jade ball." Xuan Qi stopped talking and thought carefully before continuing: "That jade ball should be the Turning Wheel, and the one who set up this Feng Shui formation should be from the Xuan family... perhaps it's even the Hong Kong Xuan family!"

  "Your endurance is growing!" Old Ding was very satisfied, Xuan Qi had said it without a single mistake, just by observing, and he himself only discovered that this was the Xuan family's technique after getting closer.

  Just as he was about to praise Xuan Qi, the old tortoise suddenly discovered that there was a stone tablet standing next to the fake mountain, also known as a "stone dare to stand", which is used for blocking evil spirits and stabilizing the house. It's usually made of strip stones and is very solid. Now, on top of this stone dare to stand, there are bean-sized Xuan characters carved. The Xuan family lineage only has remnants in Xiangnan on the mainland, so this feng shui layout wasn't set up by the Xuan family. Xuan Qi knew that there were also Xuans in Hong Kong, and everything he said earlier should have been just a guess.

  Lao Ding couldn't help but laugh bitterly and said after a while: "You little scoundrel, you're getting more and more cunning! This time it was just a guess, but you actually guessed it right!"

  Xuan Qi smiled, revealing his teeth. Although he had lived two lives, being able to receive praise from Lao Ding was no easy feat. At the very least, Xuan Qi was no longer that timid and foolish person, but a gradually rising master of the Mystic Door. As someone from the Mystic Door, when facing the three teachings and nine streams, one couldn't help but be versatile and adaptable. Xuan Qi's smoothness was another form of cultivation.

  "Stop daydreaming, your two stoves are in trouble!" The old stove's voice was filled with schadenfreude, and then he said in a low tone: "Beautiful women bring calamity, beautiful women have short lives. Although they have the beauty of a closed moon and the talent to make fish sink and geese fall, ordinary mortals can't enjoy them... it's just you who can take them as your concubines, treating them like stoves..."

  Xuan Qi didn't have the time to listen to Lao Ding's chatter, and looked ahead to see a drunkard standing under a green grape trellis, stretching his arms and glaring. Behind him, Liang Zi Mo, tall and majestic, was shielding Su Bian Xue and Hong Qin from harm, facing off against the drunkard. Xuan Qi hastily walked up to them, just in time to hear the man in the black jacket shouting loudly: "In the capital city, who dares not give me, Ma Da Hong, face? You little brat! Get out of my way quickly, or else I'll let you know how many eyes the King of Horses has!"

  Xuan Qi furrowed his brow, involuntarily using the "qi inspection technique". On Ma Dahong's body flowed a red official qi, thread by thread, strand by strand. Most of the people in his household were officials. The drunken Ma Dahong had a chaotic qi flowing on his head, and there was not a shred of propriety or shame left in his mind, only a desire to follow his heart's desires. And right below his stomach, at the duodenum, flowed a cluster of black qi, which was the qi of disease.

  Xuan Qi had already reached the state of Zong Qi, his eyebrows furrowed as he calculated in his mind, his palm curled up, his middle finger bent, and his thumb pressed against the tip of his middle finger. A ball of true energy rotated at the tip of his finger, and Xuan Qi directly released it. The true energy pierced through the skin into the duodenum, directly triggering Ma Da Hong's pathogenic qi.

  Ma Da Hong, who was just yelling crazily, suddenly stiffened and stood there in a daze. Then, with three loud and smelly farts, his face scrunched up, and the crotch of his deep blue jeans visibly turned yellow at an alarming rate.

  "How disgusting!" Xuan Qi stretched out his hand to pull Hong Qin and Su Mianxue forward, saying to himself: "Such a big person actually lost control of their bladder, could it be...?!" The onlookers immediately burst into loud laughter.

  Ma Dahong curled up into a ball, and with that, the wine also sobered up! Looking at this unbearable scene, he knew that his life of over 30 years was completely ruined by this piece of crap! It was like an ostrich putting its head in its pants, but its intestines were even more uncomfortable, continuing to spew out uncontrollably, unable to be held back!

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