Above Six Rounds

When Chen Qinghe woke up, there was a bloody hole in the back of his head and his head was empty. My sister cried and said that he fell while chopping wood. But he knew that was a lie. Something is missing from the rafters. There is an extra mark on the palm of my hand. Mountain and river seal. His sister told him that he was once a monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm. Three months ago, I fled back to the village with this seal and hid it. Then someone came to my door and broke up my cultivation. Even my memory was wiped clean. Once it's gone, it's gone. If you forget, forget it. But some people are worried and want to make up for it again. Under the wound on the back of his head, a spark lit up again. The first round of fetal breathing. Only when all six wheels are opened can the Qi be refined. Chen Qinghe grabbed the palm-sized jade seal and climbed up from the earthen bed. The person who was chasing him was outside the village, and his cultivation level was only rudimentary. He hadn't even remembered how he had cultivated himself. But he remembered one thing. What was the expression on the face of the man who knocked him into the dust? He couldn't forget that expression. Then start over from the first round of fetal breathing. Six rounds, foundation building, golden elixir - how you climbed up back then, climb it again today. This time, no one will step on it again.