Poinsettia stretched out her hand to support him, with a calm expression: "No need to thank you. The progress of practicing the Cloud Palm practice varies from person to person. Considering that your practice of "Yunji Thirteen Shus" is going well, the meaning of the Cloud Palm has the same origin, so there should be no question."
Fu Yunge stood up and nodded seriously: "Master, don't worry, this disciple will practice diligently and achieve great success as soon as possible."
Poinsettia naturally trusted his determination, nodded kindly, and raised her hand to pat his forehead.
Suddenly a stream of warm air passed through his forehead and flowed down quickly along the acupuncture points and meridians. Fu Yunge was extremely surprised. When he felt it again, he felt that his Qi sea seemed to have an extra layer of barrier, floating gently.
"Master, why are you like this?" Fu Yunge also guessed something in his heart and asked sincerely.
Poinsettia smiled. He slowly moved his hand away, but his expression remained the same: "The principle of rubbing the cloud palm is the greatest test of the user's ability to hold the sea of qi. If you want to regain strength and resist, you must ensure the tenacity of the sea of qi."
"This true energy will gradually integrate with the sea of qi as you practice. This will save you the time of tempering the sea of qi and make you more able to cope with it."
Speaking sincerely, Fu Yunge looked into his master's eyes and felt a little sour at the tip of his nose.
Poinsettia lowered her eyelids and turned half sideways.
"In the past few days, I will teach you at any time. But in a few days, maybe... I will get busy." He looked at the night sky in the distance covered by red mist, and his expression gradually darkened.
Fu Yunge also looked into the distance. The night was covered with a strange blood color, which looked uncomfortable.
On the other side of the mountains, something major might be happening. And all they can do is to take advantage of the situation and face it fearlessly.
The late call of evening geese echoes on the opposite mountain, accompanied by the gentle breeze blowing through the forest. Everything seems to be just like before, but under the coveted blood, it seems like the last parting scene.
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In an instant, a strange and terrifying red mist spread to every corner of the lower world. Just like the buds opening and flying catkins, everything in the lower world is shrouded in some kind of foreboding red gauze.
People everywhere could not even notice it until the next day. The red mist takes advantage of the dark night background to render the sky and the earth, like a mysterious magic trick that is invisible to ghosts.
Everything is in Jiuche Xiaoying's plan, but it seems aloof.
No matter what, the source of everything is Lao Jiu Shan who screamed that night. Since then, it has fallen into silence and silently sent the blood mist to the farthest reaches of the lower world.
Here, everything is still as dead as before. Except for the devastation in the bloody darkness, it seemed as if nothing had ever happened here.
Except for a small boat, it was sailing slowly along the nearly dry swamp.
The lone boat floated lightly, its bow tilted up, pushing aside the sleeping water. The visitors in the boat frowned, as if they were extremely surprised by what they saw.
It was Xiao Wanhu who finally came over according to the route told by Ying Ku.
As he got closer, he already noticed something was wrong. It wasn't until he rounded the gorge and finally saw Laojiu Mountain, which was emitting a faint red light, that he was able to truly confirm his previous judgment.
There was heavy black haze, now mixed with blood-colored red mist, which looked like a bloodthirsty mouth in the distant sky. The strong wind blew, and Xiao Wanhu's clothes seemed quite thin, clinging to his body and shivering.
Xiao Wanhu can drive internal energy to keep out the cold. He had to take a serious look at the strange situation here.
The bow of the boat quickly entered the shallow sandy shore, followed by a series of crackling sounds. Xiao Wanhu jumped down, lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the boat, only to realize that what was broken by the bow just now were all white bones.
Xiao Wanhu's stomach was churning. He had rarely seen such an unappetizing scene.
Suddenly thinking that the sandy beach under his feet might also be buried with such things, he jumped up quickly and jumped onto a rock in disgust.
Turning his head to look around, he was able to take a closer look at what the place looked like.
Not far away is the broken mountain ridge. Half of the fallen mountain lay across the swamp, with gravel everywhere. There seemed to be some rotten bones soaked in the swamp, and they were already gray and yellow.
No matter in the water or on the ground, everywhere he could see there was no green life.
He suppressed the nausea in his heart and leaned towards the mire over there. Sure enough, there weren't even any maggots on those rotting bones. All living things seemed to have disappeared overnight.
The blood mist was the thickest here, but through the mist, Xiao Wanhu realized that there were living blood vessels densely covered at the bottom of the swamp.
Because it was also bright red, Xiao Wanhu thought it was the reflection of water. But now it seems that he really underestimated the horror here.
The blood vessels in the water were densely packed and trembling weakly. Everything seemed to have a source of threads, and finally converged into one, condensing to the red mountain in the distance.
Xiao Wanhu followed the guidance of his blood, frowned and looked up.
Red light emitted from the broken hole, and it could also be seen secreting red mist around it. It seems that the entrance of the cave is very irregular. It should have experienced some kind of explosion like the surrounding mountains, but the damage is not great. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see a solidified formation suspended at the entrance of the cave.
The floating red mist made him feel a little uncomfortable. It seems that the world is covered with the desire to kill, as if the devil has sounded the death knell of doomsday.
Devil... Devil!
Suddenly, Xiao Wanhu noticed the faint chirping in his ears. The sound was not very loud, but it hit the heart directly. It was like a lifeless dusk drum and morning bell, but it was extremely sad and full of resentment.
The sinister tone in his voice gave him goosebumps. He took a few steps back, but it didn't have much effect.
If you look carefully, you will see that the cry is more like a human cry. It was a heart-rending chant that came from the bottom of my heart.
Although the sound can be heard, it is not easy to distinguish it carefully. The voice is indeed not loud, but the tone contained in it is very complex. At least... it is a mixture of tens of millions of people's voices, right?
Xiao Wanhu felt unwell again, both physically and mentally.
That bastard Ying Gu actually let him climb to that place to donate blood. Do you think you are a fool in such a crazy scene? Isn't every scene like "Try or Die" written in capital letters?
Although there is no need for him to struggle with money, his life is more valuable. Compared with becoming a debt collector, he still prefers his current appearance.
"Tsk... Just think of it as a wasted trip. You kid, you want to blame me." After thinking about it, he turned around and returned to the boat angrily, muttering, "Xuanjin Individual Guest has recorded this grudge."
After setting off the boat, Xiao Wanhu didn't want to stay here any longer. But just when he lifted up the oar, he noticed that the wood of the ship's board had been corroded a lot.
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