Yang Ling sat on the ground with a trembling buttocks, turned the page, and saw that it was written:

"People have the eight veins of the strange meridians, this is the life of the soul of the human being, the husband of the body, will be the meridians as the priority, the meridians are the soul of the spirit, the soul of the soul is long; ”

Turning back is how to cultivate this pulse trick, and Yang Ling was so excited that he almost urinated before he finished reading it. Damn!Damn!Damn!If I can really practice, wouldn't I be a peerless martial arts master, at least more than the innate master in the novel, I think that Chen Tuan Ancestor must have dug out the cultivation exercises in this miner system to live for so long!

So, he stopped mining, just sat motionless on the ground, adjusted his breathing, put on a posture of five hearts to the sky, and began to practice according to the guidance method in the Tongmai Soul Refining Technique.

However, he had never been exposed to this kind of legendary exercise, and Ren Du Ermai didn't know where it was, and after thinking about it for half an hour, there was no progress at all, so he had to stand up and leave the courtyard with the book.

Back to the bedroom, put the book in his hand on the desk, turned on the computer, checked the eight veins of the Qi Jing on the Internet, and suddenly all kinds of pictures and text introductions came to his face, there were novels, medical books, and exercises, Yang Ling was immediately relieved, it seems that this "Tongmai Soul Refining Formula" Or the earth's exercises, found a more famous Chinese medicine website, learned in detail about the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, the acupoints of the human body, especially the position of the second pulse of Ren Du in the body, and even found how to correctly cultivate internal qi in a Taoist internal strength method, and opened up the introduction of the two veins of Ren Du, anyway, whether it is correct or not, at least this kind of thing is not groundless.

Yang Ling took notes while reading, densely wrote a few large pages, then took the book, picked up the picnic mat piled in the corner of the room and entered the small courtyard of the system, went directly to the stone house, spread out the picnic mat and sat down, opened the "Tongmai Soul Refining Technique" and compared the record in his hand, Yang Ling entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and studied it without sleep and food.

Maybe it's because of the nourishing effect of the well water here, maybe it's because he was born with a cultivated physique, and after a while, he actually found a little feeling, the warm air flow like a hair in the body of the so-called Ren Du two veins slowly swimming, from time to time, the whole human body is like soaking in a hot spring, as if the human consciousness is separated from the body, becoming light.

When Yang Ling suddenly woke up, he didn't know how long it had been, stood up and stretched his body, and found that the whole person was refreshed and warm, without the slightest sense of numbness after sitting for a long time.

"It's a good thing!"

Yang Ling looked at the book in his hand and couldn't help but smile, if he continued to practice like this, maybe one day he would become a fairy like the legendary Chen Jun, and when everyone met in the future, they would call me Yang Ling Ancestor, thinking of this, I couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh three times!

Leaving the yard and returning to the bedroom, I saw that the time was already three o'clock in the morning, but Lao Tzu didn't feel sleepy at all! Lying on the bed, Yang Ling couldn't help but be dumbfounded, there was no need to practice, and the book also said that you should not be greedy for practice, but you should be gradual and keep it in place once a day, but what should I do if I can't sleep? After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to go mining and forget it, maybe he could dig out other good things, thinking of this, his heart was hot, and he immediately put on a pair of big pants again, set the alarm clock on his mobile phone, and then entered the system.

At this time, there is a big difference between the small mountain bag and the beginning, especially the location of the mountainside, which has been dug out by Yang Ling's continuous excavation, a large pit that is almost one person deep and more than ten meters square, and a large number of stones and soil have rolled down at the foot of the mountain, scattered everywhere.

Yang Ling jumped into the pit in high spirits, and immediately waved the hoe to dig up, maybe because of the practice, today it seems that there is an inexhaustible strength, the hoe dances like a wheel, the sound of "ding ding" in his mind has never stopped, iron ore, tin ore one by one dug out and disappeared in front of him, and the words on the light curtain are like flowing water tumbling non-stop.

When the alarm clock of the mobile phone rang, Yang Ling stopped, it was already six o'clock in the morning, and it was about to dawn, he dropped the hoe and returned to the small yard, at this time he was soaked with sweat, and his hair was attached to his scalp, although so, Yang Lingyi did not feel particularly tired, picked up the water cup on the edge of the well and drank a few sips of water, only to find that there were more than ten ores on the ground, and he couldn't help but be startled, proportionally speaking, he dug out almost 1,500 ores in three hours, which was almost the previous day's results.

Looking at this pile of ore, Yang Ling also had a headache, these things should be worthless, but it is not a matter of piling up more and more, it is a pity to throw them away, it seems that you have to find a way to deal with it.

Back in his room, Yang Ling took a hot shower, got dressed, and saw that it was still early, so he took a cardboard box and entered the small courtyard of the system, loaded the pile of ore, and then carried it back to his room with great difficulty.

There are a total of seventeen ores, including fifteen pieces of iron ore and two pieces of tin ore, all of which are of quite high purity, each piece is about the size of a rice bowl, and it is estimated that there are three or four kilograms of appearance.

At this time, it was not yet seven o'clock in the morning, it is estimated that most people are still sleeping, the circle of friends is quiet, Yang Ling cleaned up and walked downstairs, at this time the sky was gray, a layer of mist wrapped the world in a hazy way, the street was still very cold, thinking that he had not gotten up so early for a long time, sighed a few times, found a breakfast spot on the street and sat down, ordered two fritters, a bowl of porridge and a cup of soy milk, and then ate slowly.

It's the end of October, the weather is slightly cool, one after another middle school students wearing school uniforms, carrying schoolbags to buy some soy milk fritters, talking and laughing and leaving, looking at their brisk steps, Yang Ling can't help but sigh very emotionally, in a blink of an eye, he has graduated from school for four years, but he always feels that the happy time is far away from him, and the far one seems to be in the extreme depths of this flowing Yin Yin mist, as unreal as a blurred high-rise building.

The flow of people on the street gradually increased, some were sleepy-eyed, some were in good spirits, men and women were in a hurry, Yang Ling drank the last sip of soybean milk, and saw that the time was half past seven, so he squeezed into the morning shuttle bus to the University of Geosciences.

Yesterday I had made an appointment with Professor Cui to get the number of information from the last expedition in the morning, and the computer was just going to send a text jiàn, but the old man was very stubborn, and he had to let him get it himself, Yang Ling couldn't help it, and after arriving at the school, he found several students before asking Professor Cui's residence, which was a very new unit building, climbed to the third floor to see the house number and was about to knock on the door, "clang" The door was pushed open, and a girl rushed out of it and hit him.

"Oops~!"

As the girl screamed, Yang Ling quickly held her up, and with the other hand, he copied a piece of flying steamed bun in his hand.

"Crazy girl, what's going on?" said an old lady's voice from the room.

"Ah~!nothing, nothing?" The girl is about twenty years old, with a melon seed face and willow eyebrows, fair skin, a ponytail, a white and blue striped shirt on the upper body, jeans on the lower body, slender legs, and a very beautiful one.

"Hey~!your steamed buns!" Yang Ling shouted at her back.

"It's your steamed bun!" the girl said without looking back.

"Isn't it Yida?" Yang Ling couldn't help but say loudly.

"Haha~!" A burst of silver bell-like laughter came from downstairs and went away with the footsteps, and Yang Ling couldn't help but look at the steamed bun in his hand and shook his head.

At this time, an old lady with gray hair walked out of the house, about sixty years old, looking at Yang Ling standing at the door and couldn't help asking, "Huh, young man, who are you looking for? I thought Yingying's girl hadn't left yet?"

"Oh~!Hehe, hello mother-in-law, my name is Yang Ling, is Professor Cui at home?" Yang Ling was holding the steamed bun and didn't know where to put it, so he had to hold it in his hand and ask embarrassedly.

"It's Xiao Yang, come in!" Professor Cui's voice came from the house, and the old lady didn't say anything and let Yang Ling into the house.

Ten minutes later, Yang Ling left the University of Geosciences with a few forms filled with numbers, nibbling on steamed buns as he walked, thinking of the girl who was in a hurry, he couldn't help but slow down, Cui Yingying, what a beautiful name!

When he returned to the unit, he spent about the same time as usual, made tea, and then read the news, and when the office was full of people, he began to sort out the materials and prepare to complete the examination report today.

Soon after the work began, the reminder of the mobile phone kept ringing, and the ore pictures sent by themselves aroused everyone's interest, opened the circle of friends, dense post information, most of them were talking about having fun, even Jin Liufu was joking about Yang Ling, whether it was dug up to the ore veins of the ancestors, and a few privately asked the price, Yang Ling quietly replied to the message, and a few good classmates sent red envelopes directly, click on it to see, Yang Ling almost vomited blood, there is a piece, there is a dime, and even a point, the unanimous requirement is that you have received the money, please free shipping！

Busy and busy, the day passed in a blink of an eye, and when he was about to get off work, Yang Ling printed out the finished report and handed it to the leader of the Liaison Office, and then he packed up and prepared to leave, and when he went out, he saw Han Xue standing in the corridor at the entrance of the comprehensive department with a small Kun bag.