On the top of Mumu Mountain, there is a cloud of mist.

Song Wen was in the clouds and mist, and Ruyi was breathing. In a trance, he saw a trace of gas constantly being sucked into his body.

"The liver belongs to wood, which is the Qingdi, and the hexagram belongs to Zhen, which looks like a green dragon, which is the main body to hide the soul, the image is like a hanging paul, the color is like a white silk reflecting the blue sky, which is located under the heart, and the near and behind. It is in the shape and tendon, the five elements belong to wood, the liquid is tears, the sound is horn, the taste is sour, and its smell is smelly. There are three gods in the liver, namely Shuangling, the fetal light, and the essence of the East Mountain, and the essence of the years is connected. Therefore, the qi of heaven and earth is born, and the spirit should be calm, the marsh and the masses should be connected with the common people. There is no end to the river and lake, and there is no harm to the bud, and it is good to live and do not kill, so as to harm the Taiqing to harm the heaven and earth to regain the vitality."

Song Wen silently recited the liver chapter of the Five Internal Rewards and Yuan Jue, and used the true qi in the body to temper the liver. Every time the true qi circulates in the liver, a trace of dirt in the liver will be discharged, and then excreted from the body along the intestines or skin. As the dirt is removed, the liver becomes more transparent and brighter, and gradually becomes crystal clear.

After a long time, Song Wen opened his eyes and the clouds surrounding him dissipated.

Suddenly, he was surprised to find that the clouds and mist in the sky in the distance were like a pair of men and women doing thousands of joyful movements in the air, one more fierce and one more exciting, almost blinding his eyes. He couldn't believe that everything in front of him was real, so he quickly rubbed his eyes hard, opened his eyes and found that it was really an illusion. They were obviously just two ordinary clouds, and there were no thousands of joyful movements.

Alas, I guess it was because I was so angry these days that I had this illusion.

The heart belongs to fire. After practicing the heart, his heart is already very hot. In addition, he has recently tempered his liver, and the liver is wood, and wood produces fire. Now he is still even more angry. In addition, he has not touched Xiaojun and the others for so long. He is inevitably angry. Yesterday he slept alone, thinking that he could take the opportunity to enjoy the gentleness of a long time. Unexpectedly, several women said that they were afraid that something would happen if the baby and the little kids would sleep outside, so they all went outside to accompany them, which made all his plans fail.

If the anger is too great, you always have to find a way to relieve the fire.

So, Song Wen fought the eight beasts' true form fist on the top of the mountain. In the meantime, he was like a tiger pounced on food, a monkey catching it, a snapping turtle playing in the water, or a giant elephant pausing.

The fist wind was blowing, the sound of fists roared, and the air around it seemed to be broken by his fist, becoming agitated.

"Ha!"

At the end of the fight, Song Wen shouted loudly and hit a big rock next to him. The big rock cracked in response. He didn't seem to be frightened by the results in front of him, but grabbed a small stone that fell next to him and squeezed it hard. The stone was crushed immediately. As his cultivation deepened, he felt that his strength was getting stronger and stronger. Now he should have a thousand kilograms of arm strength. Fortunately, no one knew about it. Otherwise, he would think he was a monster.

After sweating, he took out a towel from Ruyi's fan and wiped it. He took a shower in Ruyi's fan and walked down the mountain.

Xiaojun and the others got up very early today. When Song Wen went down the mountain, he saw that they had finished cooking breakfast and were eating. I just didn’t know if they didn’t sleep well last night, and they were yawning all over the sky, as if they were still awake.

"Why? I went to steal a chicken last night and haven't woken up yet?" Song Wen teased Xiaojun who was sitting next to him.

"You've just gone to steal the chicken." Xiaojun glared at him angrily.

"Why are you still not waking up?"

"I'm a little uncomfortable with sleeping."

The feeling of sleeping on the bed and sleeping ground is different, how can you get used to it at once?

Song Wen thought in his heart and kindly suggested to Xiaojun: "Or come back to sleep with me at night, it will be more comfortable to sleep with my bed."

"Bah, who is going to sleep with you?" Xiaojun saw him talking nonsense in front of so many people, and couldn't help but pat him angrily. Then he looked up guiltily and found that Dan Tai Minglan, Huang Xi, Ye Bingning and others turned their heads aside, with an expression that I didn't hear anything. His face turned red in an instant, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently and gently lean towards Song Wen's waist.

Song Wen's face suddenly turned from white to blue, and then turned from blue to white, but he didn't dare to speak, so he forced himself to endure it. Huang Xi and others looked at it and smiled.

After dinner, the baby waited for a few kids to recover his energy, so he suggested taking Keer to catch crickets and fish for sweet potatoes.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Song Wen went to the house to take out a basket and prepared to pick peaches. Yesterday, the last batch of watermelons was taken away by Song Hu. It was estimated that the flavor restaurant would be used up in less than two days. He wanted to pick some peaches for them to spare. Besides, the peaches in the mountains were not in Ruyi Fan space, and they could not be kept fresh. They would fall off after they were ripe. It would be a pity. He planned to put the ripe peaches into Ruyi Fan or make dried fruits and keep them for later eating.

When he heard that Song Wen was going to pick peaches, Baby and others didn’t even catch crickets, fish, sweet potatoes, and no tribute, they all shouted that they would help pick peaches.

Xiaojun and the others were also interested and said they wanted to help. Song Wen had to agree, otherwise what could it be?

When they were transported to the hillside where peaches were planted, Song Wen saw the baby and a group of little kids running towards the peach forest cheering, but instead of helping picking peaches, they happily picked wild flowers in the peach forest, chased butterflies, and grabbed the little dragonflies flying in the forest.

Song Wen was speechless. Is it like I was here to help him pick peaches?

What’s even more excessive is Xiaojun, Huang Xi, Dan Tai Minglan, Ye Bingning and others, not only did not help picking peaches, but instead wandered around the forest leisurely.

When she walked to the waterfall pavilion, Huang Xi was very excited about poetry. Relying on her understanding of classical poetry, she recited a few poems that suited the scene. Ye Bingning was a talented woman, and she was not willing to fall behind, so she also gathered a few poems. Xiao Jun raised orchids, and she was inevitably exposed to classical poetry, and she also responded to a few sentences. What was surprising was that Dan Tai Minglan, who usually looked like a man and heartless woman, didn't expect that there were a few drops of ink in her belly and even recited a few poems. But it was not surprising that she was an archaeologist and must be familiar with ancient people's things.

What’s strange is that how many women who couldn’t see anything usually became literary youths in a blink of an eye, which made Song Wen feel very guilty.

Because in his memory, except for the few poems he learned in elementary school and the few love poems he read by Li Shangyin, he could not think of any poems related to the scene in front of him. It was really sad.

A little sad and a little annoyed.

Song Wen didn't blame them for not helping picking peaches, so he buried his head and picked them seriously. From time to time, he would collect some in Ruyi Fan when no one saw them, so that they could use them later.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a roar of the car engine. Then, he saw a small car driving out of the Zhulin Mountain Road. Song Wen looked at it and found that the car seemed to be Huang Xiaojun's uncle Huang Guoliang's car. Sure enough, he saw Huang Guoliang get out of the car and walk outside the yard and shouted loudly: "Awen, Awen."

“Here.”

Song Wen responded lazily. He didn't want to pay attention to him, but this guy came to the door for nothing, so there would definitely be no good things to come to him. But Xiaojun was here and let her see that it was bad, so she had to respond.

"Why are you there? Come here quickly, I have something to look for you."

You won't come at all if it's okay. Song Wen thought in his heart, but said, "I'm not free now, I want to pick peaches."

"What kind of peaches can you earn? How much money can you earn? I have something good to come to you and make you rich."

Song Wen was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to pick peaches.

"What is my uncle looking for you?"
Chapter completed!