ps: [Whether the female tomboy Shuang'er is asking for collection? Is there any ticket? Is there any explosion? Is there any shouting? Is it so hard that I can't remember. Please log in to your account to collect it.]

In the small room, Zhuo Yifan, Leshi and Aizen sat cross-face.

After accepting the two as disciples, Aizen was ready to guide them into a real soul meditation state.

They sat down as instructed, straightened their backs, held a crystal ball in their hands, and placed it in their dantian.

"This meditation bead represents your heart. To meditate on the soul, you must have empty body, empty mind, empty mind, empty soul, and all four elements. Just imagine melting your soul into nothingness and into the world..." Aizen's voice sounded, and Xu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the meditation bead in the hands of both of them without moving, and frowned slightly.

Because things were not as smooth as imagined, and they were even somewhat unexpected.

Under Aizen's explanation, Leshi's meditation bead has become pure from the beginning of mixing, and can even squeeze out a wave of meditation power in the body, gradually entering a good state, and have some time to successfully enter soul meditation and become a true soul cultivator. After that, he cultivates meditation power, improves the meditation realm, and prepares for the later activation of the spiritual brain.

Zhuo Yifan's situation is completely different from Leshi. The color of Jingxin Bead is still dark and deep. There has not been much improvement in three consecutive days, and the color of Jingxin Bead is even more shaky. Even the experienced Aizen couldn't help but be surprised.

"The road to soul meditation requires a certain amount of talent and opportunity. If you force it, it will cause more trauma to the soul. I have been sitting for three days, so let's take a break first. Then I try it again. If it really doesn't work, I have a second method, but this method is tough and cruel. In short, everything should go with the flow..." Aizen's words were not so much a comfort, but rather a little disappointed with Zhuo Yifan. He slowly stood up and left the house.

"Thank you, Master Lan, for your advice." The two bowed deeply to Aizen's back. It was not simply understanding, but to be respectful to the old man from the bottom of their hearts. Aizen answered them with too many doubts and ignorance.

It was already midnight at this moment, and the Blood Prison was surprisingly cold. Even though the two of them were wearing animal leather jackets, they still felt the cold air penetrated into the cracks of their clothes.

The dark night always brings people endless imagination and longing. The blood-red moon in the sky makes a layer of hazy red gauze spread around it, which is beautiful.

"Sometimes I wonder, are we full and suffer this life?" Le Shi said quietly.

"Many things may be just impulse. But if you do it, you find that everything can no longer stop. If you force it to stop, you will only be yourself."

The two of them lay on the grass slope and looked at the red moon, as if they were confused. They didn't know whether it was right or wrong to take the so-called "shortcut for the strong"?

"Master Lan has never wanted to talk to us about the Blood Prison. Maybe it has difficulties or cannot be said for some reason. This world is more complicated than we imagined. Only when we break out of the deep forest can we know..." Zhuo Yifan analyzed.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it took me a long time to break this short silence.

"Even if we can't become stronger, we must go back alive, at least let others see that we came out of the blood prison, the strong..."

The doubts and confusion in their eyes were finally wiped out by the passion in their hearts. Neither of them gave up easily or gave up halfway. They had long made a belief that they would die for what they had determined.

From the moment I entered the Blood Prison, it was too late to regret...

"Black Fatty! Brother Yifan!" He followed the sound and immediately entered his eyes a graceful and cute figure.

Zhuo Yifan and Le Shi turned their heads and looked at Lan Shuang'er who appeared beside him. Three thousand black hairs swayed in the wind, and their tiger-skinned clothes set off their surname, making them look graceful. Every time they see this little girl, they always make some evil thoughts pass through the two big men's hearts.

"Tu Niu, why don't you sleep early so late?"

"You can't sleep." Lan Shuang'er smiled sweetly, and she was not angry at all for calling Le Shi. She smiled and took a jar of wine in her hand to both. A light voice immediately sounded: "It's said that drunkenness relieves thousands of sorrows. The two brothers took the wine to relieve their boredom, and warmed their bodies, right?"

"Is this Lan Master's bar?" Leshi couldn't help but lick his tongue when he saw the wine. Aizen's wine was fragrant. He had wanted to taste it for a long time, and opened the wine jar without saying anything, took a deep breath and said, "It smells so good!"

Zhuo Yifan smiled and said, "Look at you like this, you're like an alcoholic."

"When I was a kid when I was hunting, my father brought me some wine to boost my courage. As a result, I took two or three tigers and leopards by myself." Le Shi patted his chest and said his glorious history with great pride.

"Hehe, drink wine to make you brave?" Lan Shuang'er would not miss any opportunity to tease Le Shi, and said jokingly: "It seems that the black fat man is also a coward. Everyone says that drink wine to make you brave!"

"I don't know whether to be brave or not. But drinking can make you strong. Tu Niu, do you want to have a sip?" Faced with Lan Shuang'er's teasing, Le Shi curled his lips disdainfully.

"Zhuangzhuang Zhuangzhuang... Yang?" Lan Shuang'er was speechless. She thought she was good at speaking, but she didn't expect to lose to this shameless black fat man. In front of a girl's house, is he ashamed to talk about Yangzhuang?

"Hey, I'm a pure little loli at least, okay..." Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly and reminded Le Shi to pay attention to his surname.

"Oh, okay, I always thought she was a tomboy." Le Shi finished speaking, pointing at Lan Shuang'er.

"Black fat man! Who do you think is a tomboy?" Lan Shuang'er was furious. She was still a village flower in Shura Village. I don't know how many people pursued her, but she actually said she was a tomboy? What she said was too poisonous, right?

"Haha, he was joking. This person is nervous. Shuang'er just ignores him." At the critical moment, Zhuo Yifan came to smooth things over for the two of them again. He let out a breath and rubbed his hands: "Drink quickly, this wine is very fragrant, it must taste good."

"Brother Yifan drinks more, not everyone can drink Xiaobai's wine." Seeing that Zhuo Yifan seemed to care about this matter, Lan Shuang'er calmed down for a moment, and a shy look flashed through her bright eyes. She seemed to care about Zhuo Yifan's opinion of her.

"Who is Xiaobai?" Zhuo Yifan asked, holding the wine jar from Leshi's hand and drinking on his own.

"Good wine!"

As soon as the wine is in his mouth, it is like a strong wind sweeping through it. The mellow smell permeates every cell in the body, which makes people feel refreshed and refreshed. After that, the wine's stamina surges up slowly. It seems like a small stove is set up in the body, slowly burning, and it suddenly becomes hot.

"Xiaobai is my friend. Its wine has the effect of requiem. Drinking a few more sips will be of great help to meditation. If you have the opportunity to take Brother Yifan to see him." Lan Shuang'er looked at Zhuo Yifan and smiled sweetly.

"Haha, okay!" Zhuo Yifan smiled. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly had his eyebrows and eyes locked. He raised his head and saw that there was another figure on the grass slope. His eyes were staring at him with a little cold and cold look. It was Zhou Qing.

ps2 [Guess who Xiaobai is? What is its wine made of? Only unexpected, but not impossible! o(n_n)o];
Chapter completed!