Zhang Xiaoman also began to accept his dual identity, both as the great devil in the spiritual world and as a small farmer in Shike Village. To be precise, he was the second generation of farmers.

My life is really tragic. Others are either the second generation of officials, the second generation of rich people, or the second generation of immortals. I am better off, it’s okay for me to be reborn like this bloody rebirth, but I’m still the son of such a troublemaker’s father, a typical second generation of farmers.

Climbing the stone vines, he entered the mountain temple, and the black stone cave was gloomy, but Zhang Xiaoman was not afraid at all.

My uncle was a great devil in his previous life. When he saw the monsters and monsters, he should avoid them. How could he be afraid of this mere darkness?

He had already cleaned up the altar of the mountain temple and specially brought a round stone similar to that used for meditation in Shaolin Temple. It was placed under the altar.

This mountain temple enshrines a strange-shaped statue of god. Zhang Xiaoman doesn’t know which great god he was. Anyway, he has never seen it before. Maybe it was a mountain god!

With the fragments of memory, it is not difficult to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is just sitting cross-legged, holding your hands around your abdomen, closing your eyes and concentrating, like doing anal lifting exercise, inhale and exhale...

If it weren't for the memory fragments, Zhang Xiaoman wouldn't believe it if he was beaten to death. What's the difference between this cultivation model and those witchcraft warlocks?

Maybe, this is true for practicing the exercises, so he sat cross-legged on the round stone, hugged his hands on his abdomen, and when he sucked and exhaled, the chrysanthemum was warm and cool, and he felt a stream of air flowing from under the round stone, passing through the chrysanthemum, entering his body, probably gathering in the dantian.

Strangely, the memories he grabbed from the fragments of memory. Every time he practiced, he felt the lifeline in his crotch, bloodshot and swelling, and an unprecedented numbness. After practice, it seemed to grow a little.

Especially the air flows through the meridians and blood, which is a bit like being bitten by an ant.

Xiaoyao Jue, where is Xiaoyao? Is Xiaoyao in Dingding?

Practice the gathering of qi, follow the memory fragments, and lead the qi flows through the chrysanthemums, flows through the spine, merges into the Baihui point, passes through the Danzhong point, and returns to the Dantian, which looks like a filter.

It will be refined into warm spiritual energy in the dantian, enter the perineum, and enter the life root sac. It is the airflow that enters the sac, stimulating the eggs and ding.

Could it be that the practice of Xiaoyao Jue will eventually gather eggs? So the most pure spiritual energy enters the life root and gathers in the bag and inside the egg?

Don’t those who practice are gathered in the dantian?

It seems that Xiaoyao Art and the method of cultivation are indeed a side-minded sect. Some of them have the first step of cultivation, which is enough to explain everything.

If Zhang Xiaoman's speculation is correct, it means to lure the Nine Heavens Xuan Thunder and use lightning to break open the entrance. If one mistake is lost and the egg is struck by lightning, wouldn't it be a broken egg?

Thinking of this, not only was he feeling cold in his crotch, but fortunately it was winter now and there was not much lightning. Even if he was impulsive, it would not be easy to hit him.

The first step in practicing the Xiaoyao Art - thunder strike, maybe you can only wait until after spring.

...

"Xiaoman, you came here!"

It takes about an hour to practice, so after Zhang Xiaoman finished practicing, he returned home and just entered the door. Zhang Daman, who was busy preparing for mulberry planting and silkworm breeding, shouted at him.

Zhang Xiaoman took a deep breath and secretly thanked that this troublemaker's father is not the kind of tiger mom and cat dad. Usually, he doesn't have much. Relatively speaking, Zhang Xiaoman has a lot of free space.

Using Zhang Daman's educational philosophy, I don't expect Zhang Xiaoman to become a pillar of the country. As long as I don't become a person who harms others or society, that is the best education.

In front of Zhang Daman, Zhang Xiaoman immediately became cute and charming, and still responded so sweetly, "Damn, what's the matter?"

While answering, he walked to Zhang Daman happily.

Zhang Xiaoman knew in his heart that with his current state, he could only rely on Zhang Daman, and he had to rely on Zhang Daman for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Even though he knew that Zhang Daman was not a good person, he was the best at stealing and cheating, and he was just a tough guy.

However, this future self has become his own father, being well-behaved and obedient, and pretending to be a good baby is better than anything else.

Zhang Daman looked at Zhang Xiaoman, grandma's legs. Somehow, looking at this "mini version" of himself, he felt that it looked good no matter how he looked. Although he had grown up and had not grown up, he still felt that this childhood version of himself was really worthy of being the best handsome in Shike Village. Cough cough... even if this title was awarded by him.

"I heard that you were fighting in school?" Zhang Daman tilted his head, looking disapproving, and then grinned and asked, "Do you win the fight?"

Zhang Xiaoman was confused, and his little eyes looked at Zhang Daman, as if asking, Dad, am I your biological child?

But soon, he hung his little head aggrievedly, "Damn, who said Xiaoman had a fight? Xiaoman is the most obedient good baby, good baby can't fight."

Zhang Daman had a capital letter "holding grass" on his face. At a young age, he didn't learn it well. I learned maths in cheating. Not only did he not feel shameful, he was full of pride, "It's just a fight, and my dad won't scold you. But remember, you can return it if others bully you."

"By the way, also, Aunt Qin said that all the turtle grandsons in the school said that you are a monster? What's going on?" Zhang Daman completely ignored it and asked casually.

This time, Zhang Xiaoman was really stunned. Is this father reliable? How could he educate his son like this? Fortunately, I am not his real son. When I practice the Xiaoyao Art, I might return to my own world.

Zhang Xiaoman walked over coquettishly, holding Zhang Daman's trousers in both hands, tilted his head pitifully, and looked at Zhang Daman, "Dad, it's all Yang Yaozong and others who deliberately spread rumors to harm me in order to bully me."

"Hehe, I just knew it was Yang Yaozong, who didn't know what kind of seeds the dog couple Yang Ronghua and Li Fengxian could have. Son, listen to my father, in the future, Yang Yaozong dares to bully you, you don't have to be afraid, beat him, but you can't hit him with a vital or beat him on the butt, remember?"

Zhang Xiaoman never dreamed that it was wrong, it was different from a normal father. Is this really an educating son? Maybe Zhang Daman was used to being bullied since childhood, and he would have some abnormal behaviors after he was reborn!

Besides, Zhang Daman no longer needs to teach these things, Zhang Xiaoman has learned them.

"Dad, Xiaoman can't fight, good baby who is good at making dad..." As he said that, Zhang Xiaoman got into Zhang Daman's arms who was squatting down, well-behaved and smart.
Chapter completed!