Mao Fuchuan looked very strange.

He lowered his voice and said, "Fellow Daoist Li doesn't know. I haven't seen it since I took the martial arts."

"What?

There is such a thing! Then what kind of martial arts have you practiced? It’s so mysterious!”

Xia Qiu's expression changed drastically, and he could no longer suppress the impact in his heart. He suddenly stood up and stared at Mao Fuchuan, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Fellow Daoist Li, if I tell you that I have never practiced any martial arts during this period, do you... believe it?"

Mao Fuchuan swallowed his saliva vigorously and whispered to Xia Qiu's gaze.

"Mao Fuchuan, you are responsible for what you say...is it true?"

Xia Qiu's face was very strange.

"If I tell a lie, it will be struck by lightning!"

Mao Fuchuan seemed solemn and said flatly than ever.

"Okay, I believe you."

Xia Qiu waved weakly.

After a while of silence, he couldn't help frowning and continued reluctantly: "Then what are you doing during this period?

Isn’t it because I’m going to have a meal and fall asleep to increase my cultivation level?”

Mao Fuchuan thought for a while, but didn't know what he was thinking, his face turned slightly red, and he replied in a squint manner: "This is not as exaggerated as Fellow Daoist Li said, but I vaguely discovered that every time I met a woman, my cultivation level has been significantly improved.

I wonder if Fellow Daoist Li has had similar experiences?"

"What did you say?"

Xia Qiu immediately opened his mouth and looked at Mao Fuchuan in disbelief.

"Oh, I mean, after we separated that day, I hadn't done anything special except with some girls."

Mao Fuchuan coughed awkwardly and patiently described Xia Qiu.

"How many women have you had during this period?"

Xia Qiu asked such a question for some reason.

After saying that, even he himself was a little embarrassed.

"This... Since Fellow Daoist Li is interested, I'll just talk about it."

"Since the second day of separation, there are twelve per day on average, and there are about four or five hundred during this period.

"Mao Fuchuan hesitated for a moment, and his expression was instantly proud.

"What?

One dozen a day, a total of four or five hundred!"

Xia Qiu felt that his brain was a little insufficient.

“There are more than 500 little girls, but there is no repetition.

After I finish the first one, I will switch to the next one.”

Mao Fuchuan's smile was still unfinished.

Xia Qiu's mouth twitched.

"Stop talking about Fellow Daoist Li, I also have doubts in my heart. If I am not interested in a woman, I will switch to the next one, and my cultivation is also increasing."

"When my cultivation level broke through to the first level of the Qi Refining Stage, I could only hear rumbling sounds, but I didn't care at that time, and I didn't know that I had broken through.

It was not until my cultivation level entered the second level of the Qi Refining Stage that I vaguely felt something was wrong, because in my body, the signs of the magic power cycle were already very obvious!”

"I quickly pushed those little girls away and looked inside immediately, and found that my cultivation level had reached the second level of the Qi Refining Stage..." "Fellow Daoist Xia, you are profound and knowledgeable. Do you think this is some kind of strange poison, or a rumored curse?

"Mao Fuchuan's face became more and more distorted in the end.

"Faring poison! If there is such poison, let me do it! Curse?

Then you turn the curse on me!"

Xia Qiu felt really unbalanced, and suddenly jumped up, pointing at Mao Fuchuan's nose and shouting.

Xia Qiu was a little suspicious. Did this guy come here to show off and make him angry?

Seeing Xia Qiu cursing in anger, Mao Fuchuan wisely shut up and did not dare to say anything else.

Not long after, the angry Xia Qiu's thoughts moved slightly, his eyes brightened, and he blurted out: "Hehuan Spiritual Root!"

"What does Fellow Daoist Li mean?"

Mao Fuchuan was shocked.

"I mean, the spiritual root you have may be the spiritual root of Hehuan!"

Xia Qiu took a moment of breath, stared at Mao Fuchuan, and said solemnly.

Seeing Mao Fuchuan look confused and open his mouth to ask something, Xia Qiu suddenly waved his hand and blocked him: "Don't ask too much.

This is just my guess.

Verification is required to confirm.”

“How to verify?”

Mao Fuchuan's eyes flashed with confusion.

"If you do have the spiritual root of Hehuan, you can use the practice of five elemental spells.

I happen to have five five elemental spells with two attributes, gold and water.

I'll give you a try.

If possible, the spiritual roots of your body...may be Hehuan's spiritual roots."

Xia Qiu glanced at Mao Fuchuan and said this.

"Everything will be arranged by Fellow Daoist Li!"

After hearing the news, Mao Fuchuan was overjoyed and hurriedly hugged his fists.

After testing two.

Xia Qiu sat on the wooden chair, frowned, as if thinking about something, while Mao Fuchuan remained silent, but there was a faint look of relaxation on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Mao, I am now 90% sure that the spiritual root you have is Hehuan's spiritual root! But, it's a bit strange..." After a while, Xia Qiu blinked, looked at Mao Fuchuan, and whispered.

"Fellow Daoist Li, is there any problem with this spiritual root...?"

Mao Fuchuan's face changed and asked quickly.

“What’s the problem?

It is really hard to say, but among the Hehuan Spiritual Roots, men basically have Yang Ling roots, but how can monks with Yang Ling roots experience kidney failure?

Fellow Taoist also has congenital kidney yang deficiency... This is a bit strange, I have never heard of it in my life."

Xia Qiu also looked at Mao Fuchuan curiously.

"The monk with Yang Ling Root... Why can't he have kidney deficiency?"

Mao Fuchuan's skin color immediately turned red and asked.

"Compared with other types of monks, monks with Hehuan Spirit Root are a bit special.

It is mainly used to improve cultivation through dual training for men and women, and the cultivation speed is very fast.

This is the main reason why I suspect you have this spiritual root.”

"When both men and women with yang spiritual roots practice, they will use the other party's Yuanyin to nourish their Yuanyang, and use this to transform their magic power and improve their cultivation.

This is a way to replenish yang.”

"But the collection of yin and supplementation of yang also requires the basis of Yuanyang. If you suffer from kidney deficiency, how can you collect yin?"

Xia Qiu rolled his eyes and patiently explained to the other party.

From Xia Qiu's perspective, Mao Fuchuan's situation is indeed extraordinary.

Theoretically, if you want to abide by the laws of heaven and earth, there is only one explanation.

The conditions that Mao Fuchuan should have... For male cultivators, spiritual roots are unprecedented! But... this seems to make no sense.

Yin Ling roots should absorb yang and nourish yin.

If you absorb yang energy, you must be with the man.

But looking at this person, he didn't look like... Xia Qiu felt that his brain was a little too small.

"This is extremely weird and beyond my understanding."

Xia Qiu could only comfort himself in this way.

"Fellow Daoist Li, please forgive me for my ignorance. This Hehuan Spirit Root...is a kind of spiritual root easing?"

Mao Fu turned his head and couldn't help asking.
Chapter completed!