"That's indeed a long time." Dongfang Shiming lowered his head, "By the way, is your master familiar with him?"
"This..." Baihao said as he thought, "I seem to have heard Master tell me that this old beggar seemed to have something to do with our six spiritual concepts before. But after so many years, I don't remember the details. "
"Well..." Dongfang Shiming lowered his eyelids and thought for a moment, then raised his head, "Okay. Thank you very much."
Farewell to Xiangfeng Guan again, Dongfang Shiming and the two got into the carriage, turned around and walked slowly.
The horse's hooves are gentle and gentle, trampling the fertile snow. Dongfang Shiming was sitting in the front, gently sweeping the snow on the horse's back with his riding crop from time to time, his eyes dark.
This old beggar... maybe he should pay more attention to this old beggar when he encounters him in the future.
Bai Hao, who was sitting in the back, suddenly asked: "That beggar with a bad temper...can he really have anything to do with us?"
Dongfang Shiming turned around and said, "Maybe. This is also an expert. I don't know if I can meet him again in the future."
"Master?" Bai Hao was very puzzled.
Dongfang Shiming then slowly explained: "You think, this small mountain village is surrounded by endless mountains and fields. He visits Xiangfeng Temple regularly every month, which means that he often climbs over the mountains and ridges, and his foot strength must be extraordinary. At least thirty years of begging. He looks like he is no more than sixty years old, and his life experience is related to the six spiritual phenomena, which is really suspicious."
"Oh... you can think of so many things." Bai Hao patted her forehead thinking she was not smart, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Then, are we going back now?"
"No... I always feel that there is something else in this letter that I haven't noticed yet." Dongfang Shiming responded casually.
Of course, in addition to that, he was also considering whether to investigate the so-called "Qichuan Heling Tomb" and "Hefan Yunzhuang" now.
In front of Qionglin, ice and snow are like jade pendants. A little dim beam of light shines out from behind the thick clouds, adding even the slightest vitality to the vast wilderness.
As the carriage moved forward slowly, Dongfang Shiming thought about the clues of this trip and gradually got a clue about the next investigation.
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Night falls. In the Dongfang Family, in the Zhenxiang Pavilion, Fu Yunge sat cross-legged alone, digesting and merging Xueyundan and Taisui residual energy.
In the past few days, in addition to helping take care of the head of the Dongfang family, Fu Yunge spent a lot of energy on resolving his internal energy. After the poinsettia leaves, he needs to follow the method step by step, and that night, he has reached the critical moment.
The lights have gone out. The room was dark, with only the faint light coming through the doors and windows.
Outside the door, you can vaguely hear voices in the distance. Fu Yunge, on the other hand, was oblivious and concentrated on his work, and a round light blue halo gradually appeared around him.
Holding his palms together, a snow-colored pearl of light glowed slightly from his Dantian.
As if wandering in the world, everything seems to be slowly approaching completion.
However, the more time passed, the more painful drops of water gradually seeped out from Fu Yunge's forehead.
"Well……"
After sitting for a long time, Fu Yunge's body tilted slightly.
He gradually felt that the unified power in his body seemed a bit strange...
With the help of Xueyundan, the lingering power of Tai Sui has gradually dissipated. However, as more and more power filled the air sea, a dull pain accompanied it.
It was like a tangled hemp rope. Even if Fu Yunge tried to use his power to resolve it, it was difficult to succeed.
Having mastered the method of converting gold juice into water, Fu Yunge was still determined to give it a try even though he didn't understand the current situation.
Gradually, drops of golden juice formed from the blood around the Dantian, sending a bit of Fu Yunge's spiritual consciousness to deeply detect the situation in the Qi Sea.
Unexpectedly, the moment he sensed the abnormality, a severe burning sensation suddenly occurred in his brain.
Caught off guard, Fu Yunge's internal organs felt sticky and nauseated, his throat was burning and a fishy smell rushed up, and then a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Fu Yunge was dizzy, but he vaguely remembered the strange phenomenon he had just detected in his Qi sea.
It was a rising fire, violently intertwined with a slowly sinking snow cap. At this moment, the two have stretched out tens of millions of tentacles, intertwined, and competing with each other.
At the same time, the initial heat has faded. What followed was an ice line that slowly froze up along the central meridian.
Fu Yunge felt that the Yuan Gong all over his body was slowly freezing, but a beating heat could not be hidden under his blood. The two forces were facing each other tit for tat in his body, and Fu Yunge felt as if he was in the ninth realm of ice and fire.
White water vapor kept coming out from his skin. He began to tremble violently and had a splitting headache!
Unable to maintain the posture of sitting cross-legged any longer, Fu Yunge fell on his back. The aura of ice and fire flourished from this, trying to gain dominance over this body!
"I'm in trouble now..." Fu Yunge gritted his teeth and struggled, desperately trying to regain his consciousness and mobilize his Yuan Gong to suppress it.
His sense of touch was almost completely numb. His left and right hands seemed to be on the wall of the abyss of ice and fire. If he was not careful, he would fall into bottomless darkness and pain.
The breath of fire from Suzaku Taisui, and the energy of ice and snow from Xueyundan, a little careless negligence actually caused the most unexpected changes at the last moment.
The power of Tai Sui all over his body, mixed with Yuan Gong, is like boiling soup. The sound of "chichi" could not help but come from Fu Yunge's body, which was the result of the ice and fire energy forcibly evaporating in his body.
"Uh...uhhh!!"
With a painful roar, Fu Yunge bit his tongue, and the severe pain made him regain some consciousness.
With his mouth full of blood, he looked like a bloodthirsty demon in the darkness. However, it was the blood that flowed out that relieved some of the pain in his head and made him feel relieved.
The opportunity was not to be missed, Fu Yunge had his heart set on it, and had no other choice. He immediately had luck on his fingertips, and cut both of his arms with two "chacha"s. Suddenly, gurgling blood flowed down his arms, staining the neat sheets red.
The blood loss at this moment is tantamount to self-defeating Yuan Gong. However, as things came to this, he could only do this.
With the loss of blood, the original manic pain in the body gradually recovered.
Although the pain was still constant, Fu Yunge felt much more relaxed now than before. Just like a person who has been drowned in deep water and finally emerges from the water, even breathing is extremely comfortable.
However, Fu Yunge understood that this was still treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. He has figured out the source of these two qi. Although he can't think of a solution yet, he should be able to suppress it temporarily.
As the blood drained away, Fu Yunge suddenly felt weak. He quickly sealed the acupuncture points, accelerated the convergence of Qi, and then the blood flow slowly stopped.
There was a cold blood stain under his body. Fu Yunge suppressed the discomfort in his heart and gathered energy in his chest again, trying to suppress this power for the time being.
