Unfortunately, I shouted until my throat was hoarse and my palms were dripping with blood. I didn't hear any response. On the contrary, the raindrops became heavier and heavier.
Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across, and a familiar face in the distance waved goodbye to him. He had no boat under his feet, but he could quickly retreat on the river.
When he saw clearly that it was his mother, he immediately cried and called to her to follow him. Unexpectedly, the rocks in front of him were quite slippery. After running for two steps, he fell to the ground and went down the cliff by the river. Lose.
The river was rushing beneath my feet, and I could vaguely hear the roar of the river. To Congwen's ears, it sounded like a roaring dragon, opening its mouth and waiting for it to fall.
Xiao Congwen was so frightened that he swung his hands and clawed at the stone wall. He slid down faster and faster, and ordinary ivy vines couldn't hold him back at all.
Either broken or uprooted by him, Xiao Congwen was so frightened that he forgot to cry. An instinct of survival drove him to search for anything on the stone wall that could slow down his slide.
Even if it is a thorny vine or a thatch that cuts off your hands, as long as it can trip you up, even if it pricks your fingers or cuts your palms, you will never let go. After sliding all the way to the edge of the river, a vine covered with thorns wrapped around his waist.
Xiao Congwen was hanging on the river, and the rolling water under his feet occasionally splashed on his shoes. If the vines hadn't wrapped around his waist in time, he would have fallen into the rushing river.
I have been frail and sick since I was a child, and I have never even been to the river. Listening to the sound of the waves, even if I haven't fallen into the water, I break out in a cold sweat.
The dark night was like pitch black, and the violent wind and rain hit Ye Congwen like a whip. The heavy rain hit his head like water, and flowed down his face, making Ye Congwen's body hurt. Can't even open my eyes.
But as soon as he closed his eyes, the figure of his mother waving her hands away appeared, and he was so anxious that he wiped the water from his forehead and eyes with his hands.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go of his right hand, he suddenly fell down and his feet were already on the river. He was so frightened that he had to grab the thorny vine again and cried loudly:
"I just want to see where my mother has gone so that I can go find her later. Isn't this allowed?"
Opening his mouth, the rainwater flowed down his upper lip and poured straight into his throat. As soon as it entered his throat, it choked Ye Congwen and kept coughing. His whole body shook violently, and he watched the vine fall down again, and his two feet Already soaked in water. Ye Congwen was so panicked that he could only hang his feet in the air, not daring to move.
It just hung in the air until the raindrops stopped and the sky turned white. Ye Congwen was hung by the vines all night and fell asleep several times. The dark night sky gradually turned white, and a weak white light shot into Ye Congwen's eyes. It woke him up instantly.
Ye Congwen felt that there was no water flowing on his eyelids, and he couldn't wait to look in the direction where his mother was waving her hands away. When he opened his eyes wide, he found that apart from the surging river, there was no human figure anywhere.
"I don't want the dawn! I want to find my mother, I want to use lightning to find my mother!"
Ye Congwen burst into tears. As soon as he shouted, he heard someone shouting in surprise with a broken gong voice:
"Grandpa, grandpa! I found Xiao Congwen, he's hanging on the cliff!"
Suddenly, there was a huge crowd, and many people came in all directions. Ye Congwen used his last strength to look up and saw Ye Rulang's overjoyed face.
Before he could call anyone, he fainted.
"Xiao Congwen, you are the son of the strongest man of the Huaye tribe. You must be as strong as your father, and you must grow into a man as upright as your father.
Remember, even if your parents are gone, even if we are gone, you still have to live strong. Your family is a single generation of eighteen generations, and the incense cannot be cut off in your hands! "
Ye Congwen vaguely heard the old patriarch whispering in his ear, like chanting sutras or praying. When he heard the word "incense", Ye Congwen felt like waking up from a nightmare. The neck that was being strangled suddenly suddenly Let go, and a burst of fresh air suddenly penetrates into your internal organs.
Ye Congwen took a long, greedy breath and suddenly woke up.
"By the way, I, Ye Congwen, don't even have any heirs, how can I die?"
Ye Congwen jumped up suddenly, opened his eyes and looked in all directions. He was surrounded by bronze carved furnace walls. He was completely stripped off. The black lines on the copper walls all showed that this was happening. There was once a pot full of soup in the copper stove.
"You finally woke up! Well, it's one day earlier than I expected. It seems that Xuanyuan Duzun's Nine-nine Return to One Ultimate Stage can't hurt your body.
The Demon King's body-reshaping formation is really powerful! "
An old voice sounded outside the copper wall, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and the top cover of the copper furnace slowly opened.
Ye Congwen squinted his eyes and looked outside, only to see an old man with white hair and white beard looking at him enviously.
When Ye Congwen thought that he was naked, he immediately covered his private parts with his hands and asked warily:
"Who are you and where am I?"
"Hahahaha! We are both men. Who doesn't have that thing? What can you do to stop it?"
Hearing the old man's voice was extremely unfamiliar, but his words were very reasonable, so he had no choice but to follow the advice, loosened his hands and asked respectfully:
"Senior, where am I? Do you know my master, the Demon God King?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the Taoist uniform with Tai Chi pattern on the old man's body, and he instantly guessed the old man's identity.
"You must have guessed my identity, so I don't need to answer this question, right?"
Dao Zun asked with a smile, took a set of cleanly washed clothes and threw them to Ye Congwen, while giving instructions:
"Get dressed and come out to talk. I will tell you what happened after you fell into coma."
When Ye Congwen saw that it was his own clothes, the first thing he did was to look for the piece of jade that he had sewn into his clothes.
He squeezed it hurriedly with his hands. When he touched the familiar piece of jade, he put on his clothes and jumped out with a slight jump.
"My little brother, Ye Congwen, has met Tao Zun. Thank you so much for not being afraid of power and rescuing me."
Ye Congwen gradually recalled what happened before. When he was beaten to death by Emperor Wu Xuanyuan, he used the Nine-nine Return to One Ultimate Realm style. According to Emperor Wu's hatred and attitude towards him, he would definitely not be so kind as to leave his body intact. for myself. After thinking about it, it must have been Tao Zun who came to the rescue to save his life.
"The old Taoist is not as sophisticated as you think. It's just a matter of owing your master a favor and being entrusted by others to be loyal. How can I, a small Taoist priest, dare to confront the huge Xuanyuan royal family?"
Tao Zun shook his head and signaled to Ye Congwen that there was no need to be polite, and since he was an outsider, how could he dare to interfere in worldly affairs?
"A single spark can start a prairie fire. No matter how huge something is, it will rot one day. Dao Zun, please rest assured that Xuanyuan Duzun has too much time to take care of himself. Drought and floods, Qilin seeking revenge, coupled with the increasingly serious banditry in various states, prefectures and counties, when Xuanyuan Duzun After Zun calms down, he will concentrate on recovering from his injuries. He will not be able to recover from his injuries in less than thirty or fifty years." Ye Congwen comforted him. Without the help of the Demon Hunting Guards, what would the county government do to encircle and suppress the mountain bandits and road tyrants? ?
Bandits and road hogs are poor people who have nothing to eat, and their fights are much more ruthless than those Zaoyi fastmen who are just getting by with their salaries.
If the Demon Hunting Guards don't go to suppress the formation, the group of paid agents won't even dare to approach the bandit Roadhog's lair, let alone encircle and suppress the bandits?
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"I don't know whether Xuanyuan Duzun's injuries will be healed in thirty or fifty years, but I will definitely be no longer alive in thirty or fifty years.
At that time, there is no need for him, the number one master of the human race, to do it himself, and just send someone to bleed our Taoism, and a group of hungry sharks will destroy our Taoism for him. "
The Taoist Master lamented quietly, without a master of the Immortal Realm sitting in charge, the Taoism would be like a candle in the wind and rain, which might be extinguished at any time.
Ye Congwen was stunned when he heard this and asked in confusion:
"Haven't you Taoists already found a pair of twin saints who are spiritually connected? Isn't it possible for them to pass on the supreme art of Tai Chi?
I think the two of them join forces, and their strength is no less than that of Buddha. "
"Without the five-color medicine cauldron, no matter how impressive it is at the front, you will not be able to practice the Immortal Realm of Tai Chi Heavenly Kung Fu in the back. This has been going on for hundreds of years. Come to the rules I experimented with.
Cultivation of immortality and seeking immortality is basically a matter of sailing against the current. The farther you get to the back, the greater the resistance. As long as you don't use the five-color treasure medicine, a peerless treasure that was born and raised to open the way, they are the ones with a life span of 500 years and the God King realm. limit. "
Dao Zun thought about what happened to many of his brothers. They worked hard and cultivated for a lifetime, finally stepped into the realm of the God King, and passed away within three to five years.
Throughout my life, I have done nothing but study the exercises. I have no time to eat, drink, have fun, or make friends. No one cares about me when I am alive, and no one knows me after I die.
It was as if this person had never been to Pangea. If they had a choice, I believe they would rather just be a carefree Taoist boy for the rest of their lives.
Ye Congwen was speechless for a long time after listening. The journey of cultivation is indeed mysterious and noble in the eyes of ordinary people, but for monks with mediocre talents or lack of precious medicine and magic core, it is no different from a donkey in a grinding mill.
Realm and longevity are the carrots hanging in front of you. It takes ten years to build the cauldron and accept yuan, twenty years to expand the muscles and veins, at least forty years to shape the body, and eighty years to the bronze skin and iron bone realm.
A body-forging warlock only has a lifespan of 150 years. If you don't have the treasure medicine and the magic core, it almost means that your life has come to an end just after you have become a master of the perfection realm of copper skin and iron bones.
Practicing exercises is very time-consuming and energy-consuming. Monks who lack the magic core of the magic medicine and have ordinary talents can only practice step by step and conscientiously. Like the old farmers, they wake up early and work hard until late at night, not daring to relax for a moment.
Those with poor talents died halfway through, and those with good talents who were unable to advance to Soul Refining Mage still passed away.
If you are talented and have no shortage of treasures and magic cores, like a top sect like Taoism, which has no shortage of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and no shortage of top-notch techniques, but your body’s digestion ability is not good, you will either not be able to finish it, or you will be starved to death!
Only the lucky geniuses who use five-color treasures to build a cauldron, lay a good foundation since childhood, and then use the supreme secrets and various heavenly materials and earthly treasures to build it, can have the opportunity to touch the supreme realm of the Immortal Realm!
Ye Congwen pondered for a long time and then asked cautiously:
"I once heard the instructor of the Demon Hunting Guard Apprentice Camp say that Buddhism and Taoism have a unique and fragmentary inheritance of treasure hunting secrets. Could it be that it was lost in the hands of our predecessors?"
