The Jianghu in Xiangjiang is composed of three gangs, the Hong Gang, the Alphabet Gang, and the Yihe Gang. The three gangs combined have more than 100,000 members.
In such a special era, it is not just the rich at the top of the pyramid who are fighting for each other, making waves and reshuffling the cards.
The Jianghu people in Xiangjiang cannot understand the situation, let alone the future. These people are dominated by this unknown fear and are oppressed and overwhelmed. At this moment, their hostility is much stronger than before, and they are even crazier than before.
Each gang has its own torture chamber and dungeon. Each gang's hall also has its own dungeon. This is the Alphabet Gang's dungeon at the entrance of Yuanlong Hall. This is the most remote place in Xiangjiang, and there is insufficient oil and water. As a result, the gangs guarding the dungeon here are more perverted and violent than those in the city.
In the eerie basement, a fat man was shirtless and wearing a leather bib, humming a weird tune and placing his nails neatly.
The bloody man shivered slightly as if he was in pain, but also seemed to be just proving that he was still alive.
"I know you won't tell. I've never seen anyone with such a tight mouth like you." With that, he pulled out another bloody toenail.
He didn't care whether Muzishan spoke at all, as if the question was just to continue the routine.
Such a hellish scene made a thin-skinned man wearing a white suit next to him break into a cold sweat, and his clothes had already been soaked with sweat.
A basin of cold water was poured over his head, and the bloody man's consciousness suddenly returned from his Dantian to the sea of consciousness. This kind of torture has made Muzishan numb, and he is not really numb. He has his own way of shielding himself from this inhuman torture.
When he parted ways with Zhang Qilu, he gave himself a method called "Yan Gui Shu". This method only contains a few hundred words. But in the past month, he has recited it silently countless times. Whether starting from the beginning, reciting it backwards, or starting from any word in the middle, he can recite it. Every word, even every stroke, he has already memorized. Know it in your chest.
Although this set of formulas is simple, Zhang Qilu has also put in a lot of effort. This is not only a lightening technique, but also a set of enlightenment techniques for tempering the meridians. Zhang Qilu had already intended it when he acupunctured Muzishan. Unintentionally told Muzishan all the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body. But for a layman to start something from scratch, then become familiar with it, start to move his blood, and finally be lucky enough to survive for a week, it will take less than three to five years. It is impossible. But Muzishan achieved this miracle in just one month.
This is nothing. It would take an hour for a master with ten years of experience to run the Great Zhou Tian. Muzishan can now run the Great Zhoutian dozens of times in an hour. His Qi can already flow smoothly and quickly through any meridians in his body without following any routine. This is simply like a racing champion using a car with twice the engine power to gallop on the road unscrupulously on the F1 circuit.
Mu Zishan had no idea what kind of miracle he had created. Even Zhang Qilu, who gave him the exercises, must not have expected that his set of exercises would become what it is now by his friends.
All of this was forced out, and they suffered inhuman torture every day, with very little food and water. Coupled with a shot from time to time, he practiced this just to distract his attention at first. Mu Zishan himself did not expect that he would achieve such results now.
In order to further reduce the pain of his body, his consciousness can even follow the blood energy to travel around the meridians at will. Muzishan's racing track has been paved with the best and hardest wood, and then polished countless times.
There are cars and the roads are smooth. Now he only needs a real navigator to show him a clear path. "Yan Gui Shu" is only the foundation. In addition to "Yan Gui Shu", he also needs a real set of skills.
"Okay, don't mess with him today. If he really dies, it won't work if you cut off your body piece by piece and pay it to others." The white suit warned the fat man with a face full of enjoyment.
The fat man has done too many immoral things. When he said this, his whole body trembled with fat. He was obviously a little frightened by these words.
The iron chain on Muzishan's hand was untied and no one helped him. He fell down like a dead pig and collapsed on the filthy ground like mud.
"Damn fat man, please be gentle, don't break people up."
"Brother Xiaobai, I got it." The fat man said, grabbing Mu Zishan's legs and dragging him to the cell behind him.
"Damn fat man, if you drag him like this, look at him, his flesh will be rubbed on the ground by you."
The fat butcher said impatiently, "Brother Bai, please come over and help lift it."
"Look at the blood all over his body. Don't dirty my clothes. Fatty, pick him up."
"Fuck, you're such a pretty boy who relies on women to get to the top. He only knows how to give directions all day long..." The fat man muttered to himself softly.
The cell, oh no, this should be considered a cage, two meters high, one meter wide, and two meters long, like some kind of cage for animals. Four such cages are lined up.
Muzishan's six senses now far exceed those of ordinary people. He walks around the sky with his eyes closed, and all the sounds around him are clearly transmitted to his ears. The sound of dripping water from rusty sewer pipes, the sound of flies flapping their wings and vibrating the air, the sound of insect joints moving on the cement floor, and the sound of ants moving in and out of the soil. After making sure everyone left the basement, Muzishan, who was like mud, immediately leaned towards the cage next door.
"Hey, how are you doing now?"
Although Muzishan didn't get a response, there was a faint sound of breathing in the cage next door, so faint that it was almost inaudible. But now Muzishan can hear it clearly.
He was relieved as long as people were still alive, so Muzishan sat up and meditated cross-legged.
From the other cage, a woman's weak sigh came first, and then a weak female voice sounded.
"I told you a long time ago that this set of "Dragon and Phoenix Yin and Yang Dual Cultivation Technique" is divided into Qian Dao Sword Forging Technique and Kun Dao Cauldron Furnace Technique. You can't do it blindly."
Seeing no response, the female voice began to explain again.
"I know that you are gifted and can practice quickly. No one else could reach your current state in a lifetime of practicing the sword-making male dragon skill that I taught you before. But what are you trying to do with the female phoenix skill in the cauldron? "
Although this female voice is weak, her voice is delicate and indescribably charming. An ordinary man's bones would be seven or eight times lighter just by hearing this voice.
"Why can't you teach me if you can't practice?" Mu Zishan's voice did not sound weak at all at this moment, but instead sounded leisurely and contented.
"Of course it's for your future Taoist companions... Once you have mastered the Male Dragon Kung Fu to your level, only you can go out in the future. Then even if you don't have a female companion by your side, even if you just see, hear, smell, and touch You can also improve your cultivation by leaps and bounds."
Mu Zishan smiled and said, "Sister Lin means that I don't have to find another woman in this life, right?"
The woman named Sister Lin also smiled weakly and joked, "Ah Shan, that's not what I meant. What I meant is that there are many benefits you can get from women. Even just appreciating them will benefit you a lot."
"But I can't get out now." As he spoke, a stream of gray smoke slowly emitted from Muzishan's body, and the stench hit his nostrils. After a while, the gas slowly became clear, turning into a pleasant daughter's fragrance.
Sister Lin smelled the strange fragrance and felt a little weird
"You have also practiced the Feifeng Gong to the level of Wuxiang. Do you know, I have practiced for ten years to reach this level. What's wrong, they gave you poison again."
The hideous wounds on Muzishan's body began to close little by little and slowly healed.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the toxins were released. I don’t know when I started to play with a small boning tip knife.
"A friend of mine told me that this time I was in a dangerous situation, but I couldn't die. Whether it's a blessing or a disaster depends on me."
As he spoke, Mu Zishan held his breath and concentrated, and Qi slowly poured into the knife. He raised the knife and dropped it, with a crisp "clang" sound and sparks flying from the iron cage. Only a small incision was made.
Both of them sighed
"It's still a little short of heat."
