Chapter 108 Mandala

In addition to the first floor of the fetal Tibetan scriptures, from the second layer, some special drugs need to be obtained to assist in practice!

And although the first layer of fetal Tibetan scriptures, practice does not require drug assistance, it has to build a mandala!

The so -called mandala is built with sculpture or portrait!

It is the shadow of the gods!

Duan Rong has not devoured the sculpture -related instrumental spirit, and he did not have the ability to sculpt the statue.

But his painting skills are quite accomplished, he can build this mandala through portraits! In this regard, it is not needed, the hand of the fake!

It's just that this altar is built, the goal is a bit too big!

His Tibetan Scriptures were not rumored by Zongmen. It was impossible for him to practice and build mandalas, which was too eye -catching!

It undoubtedly greatly increases the risk of exposure!

However, the cultivation of this Tibetan scriptures cannot be carried out if you abandon the mandala!

Duan Rong's eyes raised their heads solemnly, and when they saw the pedestrians in the streets, most of them hurried ...

A few days ago, the tension atmosphere of the whole city seemed to have passed. Although the city gate was still investigating in and out, people seemed to be adapted, and they were all busy their own lives. There is almost no ...

Duan Rong raised the bowl, drank the soup in the bowl in one breath, wiped his mouth, and stood up!

"It's not in a hurry, let's take a look ..."

Duan Rong thought, and soon returned to the Yuan Dart Bureau.

Duan Rong walked to the showcase of the middle court, reached out from the weapon frame, and took a blade to extract a blade, meditated, and read the spirit of the instrument!

He didn't really want to devour the instrumental spirit, but just read the instrumental spirit along the way, and check whether the mental power has made a breakthrough!

Duan Rong looked at the set of data that appeared in front of him, and said to himself, "The mental power is really level 1!"

This is also unexpected!

After all, it has been calculated in the mountains before. The eighty -one one -order tree spirit has been digested for more than half a month. It is only a few days now!

Duan Rong sighed slightly, the fetal Tibetan scripture could not be practiced, and the mental level did not break through. Now the only thing that can be cultivated is the ability to shrink bone!

Duan Rong decided that in the shortest period of time, he would shrink his bones and knocked it down!

Once you want to determine the current situation and determine the goal, Duan Rong seems to be full of motivation!

He walked back to the dormitory quickly, closed the doors and windows, and began to cultivate his ability to shrink!

Duan Rong is in a forced dormitory and does all kinds of weird postures!

To stretch and formulate it, your tendons are tough with the skin!

This process is actually very painful!

Can be called Purgatory!

After nearly an hour of stretching, Duan Rong suddenly twisted his head, hands, and waist in a strange posture ...

His first goal was to put himself into the wooden pot!

Duan Rong's whole body is already full of sweat, and the pain of bands and cortex makes the scalp numb, like an over -power!

Duan Rong's eyes are fierce, and the teeth are bite!

Duan Rong's body was twisted together, and every time he passed, he twisted closer!

His body is like a spring, the tighter!

Moreover, every time you tighten each point, the pain will become a geometric multiple!

Now, Duan Rong's whole body is coming, and it is too painful!

Moreover, it is continuous power!

That pain, like a tide, constantly impacted Duan Rong's consciousness. Duan Rong didn't know how long he could hold on. Maybe after a while, he would pass out!

It has already passed the time of lunch, but Duan Rong was hard to twist himself to this extent. Once loosened, you have to come again!

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded!

Duan Rong was shocked, seeing his body like a spiral, twisted reverse, and expanded around ...

After counting the rest, it will return to it!

The knock on the door is still continuing!

Duan Rong's eyes were like a knife, and his footsteps drifted lightly on the side of the door!

At this time, a sound sounded outside the door. "Dragons, is there?"

This sound is familiar, it is the sound of the door.

Duan Rong vomited a turbid air. He was a little suspicious. Although the case was big, who could doubt the head of his apprentice dartmaster?

Duan Rong wiped a sweat, opened the door bolt, reached out and opened the door, and laughed: "Uncle Ma! I'm there? I'm just practicing!"

The door was stunned for a moment, and he almost left. He didn't want Duan Rong to open the door suddenly. The door was sweaty again, and the placket on his chest was almost sweaty. Rong's speech, saying: "Oh, Duan dart division, someone holds a post, come to ask you to cross the house!"

"Worship?"

The door of the door handed the red leather post to Duan Rong.

Duan Rong was connected, and opened it. I saw that there were only a short eight words in it: I heard the name for a long time, and I invited a special narrative!

And the words are scribbled naive and ugly.

Duan Rong snorted in his nose and wanted to stop, but saw that there were two names in the off -money place: Ximen Kandan, Jiang Qingyu.

Jiang Qingyu has a relationship with the Huaxing Tower, but even so, at this time, Duan Rong does not want to entertain diplomatic.

Duan Rong's eyes flashed, looking at the door, and asked casually, "Who is this Ximen Candan?"

Jiang Qingyu is the only son of Jiang Heng, the owner of the satin village. This is called Ximenkan, who actually wrote the name in front of Jiang Qingyu, and he just felt that the name was very strange, and it was a bit like a person's name.

The door of the door glanced strangely, saying: "Ximen Kankan is the son of Ximen Yong."

"Ximen Yong?"

"It is the Dadong family behind the three medicine shops in the county!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Duan Rong's face changed slightly. This Siemenskan is actually a Shantong family of the biosure shop.

Duan Rong immediately felt that this line is better!

When he reached the second layer, he needed drug assistance to cultivate.

He remembers the second -layer auxiliary drugs, which is a kind of thing called Longyan fat. Listening to the name is very remote, obviously not easy to find things!

If he can take the line of Ximen Candan, he may be helpful to find medicine.

"What about the person who sent the post?"

"Just wait outside the door!"

"Tell me, tell him, I should post this post! Let him wait a while, I wipe the sweat, and come in the clothes!"

Duan Rong said that it was closed, and the door had to go away.

Duan Rong washed his body, changed his dry clothes, and came out of the door of the Yuanshun Dart Bureau.

Shi Liang, the little sister -in -law of the Ximen family, had already stood next to the carriage. When he was outside the door, he saw a young boy with a dark face, wore a short fight, worshiped with red skin in his hand, walked out of the house, and immediately stood up. He welcomed him and made a messenger: "Is it Duan Dan?

Duan Rong nodded and looked at the little sister. It was still Zhou Zheng, and people looked smart. They laughed: "The young master of Ximen, the little brother takes the way."

Shi Lianghui walked next to Shishi, took the carriage out, hit the curtain, and said, "Dart dart, please get on the car!"

Duan Rong strode forward, and when he entered the car, Shi Liang fell into the curtain and drove away!

With the sound of the horseshoe, the carriage goes away along West Street!

Duan Rong sat in the carriage and looked at the interior carefully.

The quality of the carpet, the texture of the curtains, is naturally good, but the color pattern of this carpet is not coordinated with the style of the curtains, but it is not natural!

Duan Rong unconsciously compared the decoration of this carriage and the decoration of the Xiafu carriage in the last time!

Although they are all good things, but with the Xia family, all kinds of details reveal the noble style, obviously not a style!

Thinking of the font of the destination in Simonankanne, Duan Rong was sitting in the carriage, and his eyes flickered to himself: "This Ximen family is afraid that it will not come from the upstart ..."