However, there was a child in Song Zhizhi's belly who had a huge need for spiritual power. Song Zhizhi's spiritual power only stayed in Dantian for a short time before it was sucked away by the child again.
Song Zhizhi:...
With a slight tremor in her voice, she touched her belly, frowned and said in distress, "He's so good at eating."
Before Song Zhizhi had insufficient spiritual power, the child had been restraining its desire for spiritual power and carefully absorbing the spiritual power from the mother's body. Now that the spiritual power is abundant, isn't it like a mouse falling into a rice vat and eating with open stomach?
After all, no matter how good his father's spiritual power is, he is still not as good as his mother. This child seems to prefer fire spiritual power.
Sword Venerable Mingxiao had a smile in his eyes.
Mother and child are connected, Song Zhizhi could feel the joyful sound of the child in her belly. She sighed, "It's not enough, let's continue."
Song Zhizhi felt that it was really difficult to raise a child for the first time, especially since the child's need for spiritual power was like a bottomless pit. As a mother, she felt a lot of pressure.
Gradually, Song Zhizhi adapted to the extreme pleasure brought by the intertwining of spiritual powers. Of course, adapting does not mean that he is used to it. Ice and fire are intertwined. There is me in you and you in me. Song Zhizhi feels as if his body is also tainted with a breath of ice and snow, which is extremely ambiguous.
The time of practicing went by very quickly. For the first time, Song Zhizhi did not fall asleep while practicing. After one night, she still felt refreshed and energetic.
She touched her belly, and suddenly, she felt that her fingertips were touched by a spiritual thought as thick as a hair. She seemed to hear a childish burp in her mind, and a young and tender voice that could not tell the difference between male and female said weakly, "Mother~"
Song Zhizhi's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at his belly in surprise. His other hand subconsciously pulled Xie Xiuji, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak incoherently, "Xie Xiuji, he spoke! I just heard him call me mother! He even touched me with his spiritual mind!"
Sword Venerable Mingxiao looked at Song Zhizhi's flat belly, with a look of surprise on his face. He raised his fingertips slightly, ready to move, but then restrained himself and clenched his fists, and said with a smile, "It seems that the little guy likes you very much."
Just in the invisible corner of Song Zhizhi, a ray of worry flashed in his eyes: This child has returned to using spiritual thoughts in less than two months. With such an amazing talent, it is probably very possible that True Phoenix Bloodline is.
Seeing the excited and joyful expression on Song Zhizhi's face, Xie Xiuji's eyes gradually became firm: Even if he had to sacrifice his life, he would let this child be born smoothly.
Sword Venerable Mingxiao raised his hand and gently touched Song Zhizhi's head.
"Xie Xiuji." Song Zhizhi suddenly frowned and called his name.
"Huh?"
Song Zhizhi moved her hand and touched the position of Dantian. She felt the familiar swelling and pain. She was silent for a while and said, "I seem to be building a foundation again."
The foundation building came very suddenly. This time, the child in the belly had absorbed the spiritual energy and would no longer compete with Song Zhizhi for the spiritual energy of the foundation building. Song Zhizhi felt that the swelling and pain in the meridians became more and more obvious, from a dull swelling pain to a tearing sensation that almost burst the meridians.
I don't know if it was because this was the second time to build a foundation, but the surrounding spiritual energy rushed to pour into her body, which was even more intense than the previous time.
Song Zhizhi's face turned pale, and she was panicked for a moment. However, thinking of Xie Xiuji beside her, she calmed down again. She recalled the books on foundation building knowledge that she had consulted before, and compressed the spiritual power in Dantian and her meridians little by little. The spiritual power changed from gaseous to liquid, and was stored in Dantian.
Xie Xiuji felt that the aura on Song Zhizhi's body slowly became stable, and the worry in his eyes turned into appreciation: Song Zhizhi was able to build the foundation so quickly, maybe it was partly due to him, but the role he could play was less than one-tenth, and it was more inseparable from her own efforts.
He has seen Song Zhizhi's daily hard work. Now Song Zhizhi has increased her training to 30,000 sword swings and three hours of sword practice every day. Therefore, while she is advancing rapidly, she has also laid a very solid foundation and will not have the sequelae of inflated spiritual power after rapid advancement.
If Song Zhizhi's foundation is not well-honed, Xie Xiuji will not agree to practice Spiritual Heart Art with Song Zhizhi.
It was bright and bright outside. Xie Xiuji observed that Song Zhizhi was about to complete the advancement, so he got up and walked to the kitchen.
Of course, he also left a spiritual thought beside Song Zhizhi. If there was an accident, he would be able to find it and rush there as soon as possible.
Song Zhizhi woke up from trance and found that his Dantian was more than twice as big as before, the meridians in his body were thicker, and his spiritual power was more solid.
During the foundation building process, a large amount of spiritual energy was poured into her body to temper her body. While the foundation building spiritual energy tempered her body, it also discharged impurities from the body. As soon as Song Zhizhi opened her eyes, before she could feel the difference between foundation building and Qi Refining, she was almost vomited by a sour smell. Just as she was trying to find the source of the smell, she suddenly discovered that the source of the smell was actually me!
Her skin was covered in a layer of dark, sticky black mud, exuding the smell of sewerage after being exposed to the sun in summer, which was very sour.
Song Zhizhi's face turned green. She looked around, thankful that Xie Xiuji was not there. She held her breath and applied Cleansing Spell to herself and the place where she was sitting more than ten times. She opened the window for ventilation, but she still felt that the smell lingered on the tip of her nose.
The wing of this bedroom had been transformed into a bathroom by her. Song Zhizhi quickly ran into the bathroom and rubbed herself several times. She felt that the unpleasant smell was gone and every inch of her skin was fragrant, so she changed clothes and came out.
Song Zhizhi discovered that after building the foundation, her five senses were sharper than before. With careful concentration, her eyes could see the fluff on the legs of a bee collecting nectar in the flowers ten meters away, and her ears could hear the buzzing sound of its wings flapping when it took off. She seemed to have entered a new world.
In addition, Song Zhizhi moved the tip of her nose, and she also smelled a strong aroma of meat, accompanied by an alluring spicy aroma, getting closer and closer.
Song Zhizhi looked at the tray in Xie Xiuji's hand and swallowed hard: it tasted like spicy Boiled Fish, fish head with chopped pepper, and braised pork ribs!