Chapter 51 The charm of that kiss
The moonlight and stars are sparse, and the branches and leaves are scattered.
Moon had already left, and Beibei sat alone on the futon, leaning against the stone wall.
His elbows rested on his knees, and his fingertips supported a thread woven from jade silk. At the lower end of the thread, a pink-white pearl hung.
Staring at the pearl in trance, I thought a lot, my thoughts running through the past and pointing to the future.
He was not worried that Zhang Lexuan would fail, but the concern in his heart made him stay here.
At the same time, inside the training room.
Zhang Lexuan has reached the final stage of condensing the first soul core, using the origin of the Moon Martial Spirit to condense the first soul core.
Condensing the soul core is the process of transforming soul power from liquid to solid.
Generally speaking, in the initial situation, the soul power is in the gaseous state. When the cultivation level reaches the seventh level, the soul power will gradually transform from the gaseous state into the liquid state.
But when Zhang Lexuan was cultivating at the sixth ring, her soul power had already completed the transformation process from gaseous to liquid. This was one of the reasons why she dared to condense the first soul core at the seventh ring.
The training room of the golden ancient tree will provide her with enough vitality and soul power.
By now, she has completed her retreat, her soul power has been compressed, and all her soul power has been trapped in a whirlpool.
Everything is ready, all that is left is the east wind to open up a space for the soul core in the body, and the origin of the martial soul and the soul power vortex merge.
Within the human body, there are currently only three places where the soul core space can be opened, namely between the eyebrows, the chest, and the Dantian.
If you want to use the complementary method of yin and yang to condense the first soul core, you must naturally choose the optimal location and origin.
Therefore, the origin chose the origin of the martial spirit, rather than a single attribute.
To open up a space to accommodate the soul core, we chose the center of the eyebrows, which is the highest point on the human body among the three locations.
As the saying goes, there is a bright moon three feet above your head, a bright and bright moon, shining on the earth.
The only shortcoming is the issue of mental control.
After all, according to Mr. Mu, her mental strength is just barely up to par.
It has always been difficult to increase mental power, but now the arrow is on the string and must be taken.
The soul power vortex and the original power of the Moon Martial Spirit, under the control of mental power, merged into one in the space between the eyebrows.
However, this time, his mental weakness did not hold him back, and he continued to coordinate the soul power vortex and the original power of the martial soul in an orderly manner.
All of this, thanks to the originally tense mood, became peaceful and tranquil.
The reason for the calmness was that Zhang Lexuan sensed a familiar aura. The person she had been dreaming about was back.
...This night, the moon was particularly bright.
Zhang Lexuan walked out of the training room with three thousand black hairs like a waterfall. There was a faint moon pattern on her forehead between her eyebrows. Sometimes the moon was waning and sometimes it was full.
She is more beautiful now than three years ago, quiet and elegant, as holy as the bright moon, and is in the best years of her life.
His eyes wandered left and right, but he didn't see Beibei's figure.
However, not only was she not disappointed, her red lips also showed a beautiful curve.
The next moment, her vision was dark and blocked by a hand.
"Guess who is mine?"
Before she could speak, she felt a round bead roll to her neck and connect to the silk thread.
"Beibei, have you brought me a gift?"
He pinched the round bead with his green jade fingers and rubbed it, feeling refreshed and cool, and his spirit was lifted.
"This texture...is like pearls."
"I can't guess what species it is specifically."
It wasn't until the pearl necklace was completely tied that Beibei removed the hand covering her eyes.
Only then did Zhang Lexuan clearly identify the type of pearl she held between her fingers.
"Jade Clam Pearl!"
"I remember that jade clam beads are only produced from the sea soul beast jade clam. Only one is produced in a lifetime, and it must be ten thousand years old."
"Ten thousand-year-old jade clams only live in the deep sea, and they can only be encountered but not sought after."
"You went into the sea?"
Beibei: "..."
What a "strange" question. "Not really."
"When I was practicing in the Noumenon Sect, there was a secret cultivation place called Huyuan, which is as deep as the sea. There is a ten-thousand-year-old jade clam in the deepest part."
"At that time, while I was practicing at the bottom of the lake, it disappeared and tried to ambush me, but I escaped and even tore off its clam beads."
"Jade clam beads, also known as beauty-defining clam beads, can moisturize the skin and slow down aging."
With her relationship with Beibei, there was no need to shirk the blame, so she accepted it happily.
Holding Beibei's hand, he walked along the corridor and walked out of Poseidon Pavilion.
Even though they haven't seen each other for three years, there is no unfamiliarity between the two, and they naturally hold hands and walk side by side.
Glancing at Beibei from the corner of her eye, Zhang Lexuan secretly compared the changes in the past three years.
Hmm... The body is enlarged to the same proportion, and he can look at her level. Hmm... his expression is much more determined.
"The cultivation of Noumenon Sect is very hard, isn't it?"
"It's okay."
"Well...it's early in the morning, there's still some time before dawn, and I won't be able to sleep well after I return to my cage."
"Sister Lexuan, why don't you tell me about your college life these years."
"How about my academic life?"
"Okay, okay~"
The two held hands and walked along the shore of Poseidon Lake.
They talked about life happily, had three meals a day, and heard laughter from time to time.
Following the timeline, Zhang Lexuan talked about condensing the first soul core.
After brushing the messy hair on his forehead, a moon mark appeared, slightly close to Beibei.
"How's it going? Pretty, isn't it?"
"...Hmm."
"Okay, okay~"
"Don't worry, I am known as Shrek's number one genius in thousands of years. Believe me, if you succeed once, there will be a second and third time."
In order to end this heavy topic as soon as possible, Zhang Lexuan quickly spoke:
"It's your turn, it's your turn."
"It's not fair for me to say it alone."
She deliberately changed the topic, but Beibei didn't insist on the past.
She has no objection to Zhang Lexuan taking the path of three soul cores, but is just a little worried.
Following the topic started by Zhang Lexuan, Beibei continued.
It talked about the cultivation of Noumenon Tantra, the unique scenery of Tianma, and Mangzi’s hot-tempered Noumenon sect disciples...
"Buddha...pffff~" Zhang Lexuan couldn't help but laugh, reaching out and patting his stomach.
"Can you still eat a bucket now? I have to quickly notify the head chef in the cafeteria to give you extra food."
Beibei: "Uh... almost."
The academic life of Noumenon Sect is mostly regular and boring, and the interesting things are quickly finished.
During the narration, Beibei suddenly recalled something.
Du Bushi said that the strange innate secret method, combined with what he knew, was a successful way to achieve a perfect golden body after ten thousand years.
A great idea suddenly occurred to him!
"Sister Lexuan, can you do me a favor?"
"Okay." Zhang Lexuan would never refuse his request.
Before she could react, Beibei hugged her.
"Boo~"
The lips touched each other, making Zhang Lexuan's pupils widen, her mind went blank for a moment, and she felt quite at a loss.
But when Ding's tongue moved forward subconsciously, his lips had quietly separated, and a feeling of "taste" that seemed to be missing hit the tip of his tongue.
(End of chapter)