Wen Guwen breathed a sigh of relief. This girl had really succeeded in using Qi to enter Taoism. He patted Liu Yue's shoulders a few times. Liu Yue acted panicked for a moment, as if he had not recovered from that environment. Come.
That kind of environment is very strange...
Qi Yun slowly travels throughout the body, and all the blood flows back into the stomach, as if it has become an empty shell, and then feels Qi Yun filling up the empty body step by step.
Whether it's his character or state, it's completely different from what it always is.
Three tired corpses, breathing pores, an earth-shaking consciousness, and more...
It's true that it's completely reborn.
To this day, I still doubt that the "I" in these two stages are the same person?
Which one was killed? Or was it adopted? Or did you leave this zombie-like body?
It was probably because he hadn't experienced it for a long time. This accidental mobilization of his innate energy actually made Wen Mao start thinking wildly. He rubbed his temples and became more awake.
Looking up, Tian Jie seemed to have noticed him. Maybe it was because he bullied the weak and feared the strong? Unexpectedly, he didn't dare to come down. Wen Mao dusted out a "Han Ling" and flew through the roof into the sky again, strangling the imminent catastrophe.
Until it dissipated, the innate Qi in Liu Yue's body emerged, breaking the "Qi Xing" realm, and the "Han Ling" also turned into night rain dotting the world.
Liu Yue could also clearly feel her changes, it really felt like she was ascending.
Wen Mao didn't take into account her excited and flustered behavior, but asked inexplicably, "Is there any Feng Shui treasure in this village that is surrounded by mountains and rivers?"
This question also made Liu Yue feel baffled, but she didn't think much about it. She went through everything she knew since she could remember, and it seemed that there was such a thing.
"Just..." Wen Guwenmao interrupted her, pointed to the southeast, and asked, "The location of the three mountains of Si Xun Chen, right?" His tone was no longer so soft, but as usual. Han Li, even asking is no different from questioning.
Looking at the direction of the finger, it was the Dragon Peak on the back mountain. Liu Yue nodded, and Wen Guwenmao opened the door and walked out. He said, "Things must be reversed at their extremes, and this is the case with people's hearts."
This sentence made her stunned for a long time, but fortunately she figured out what was going on - it was talking about the group of villagers who were frightened. They were convinced not only because they were afraid, but also because they were also familiar with "Dafa". Immortal" has illusions.
This is not a surrender, but a transaction.
If a natural or man-made disaster befell the village one day, the first place to vent their anger would be the "Dafa Immortal Temple". Then this time, they would do their best to express their feelings and decorate and make offerings to the temple.
But this is a lie, and it will definitely be countered. Before that, I have to leave here with Xiao Beinian and Xiao Nansi, and go out to explore...
Wen Guwenmao's sentence "I want to see the grand scene of the past when the four poisons reunited under one power." When I think of it in my ears, it is the right time.
Only then did Liu Yue realize that he was indeed not a good person with overflowing sympathy. He was leading him down the road because it might be useful in the future...
"So he had already thought out the entire plan before doing these things?" Liu Yue murmured to himself, still finding it incredible. What if he didn't want to fight? What should I do if I just settle for the status quo?
Why is there such a certainty?
Liu Yue looked at the door that Wen Mao pushed open, and was blown back and forth by the evening breeze.
Taking advantage of the dim light of the night, the few stars reflected on the mud beneath our feet. The evening wind was no longer so gentle, and our cheeks felt like they had been scratched by a sharp knife.
Wen Guwenmao's footsteps gradually became disordered, and his condition was not good. He covered his forehead and didn't know what he was talking about, but he was still walking on the road.
Occasionally, a shopkeeper came out to wave, but he didn't answer, he just watched every step he took...
Over a hundred years ago, the last time I was in such a state of confusion was when my step-parents all passed away. At that time, I felt a little wrong. I despised myself, my parents, and others.
If Master hadn't pulled him back at that time, who knows what would have happened...
Wen Mao slapped his head hard several times, and every time he could hear a "dong-dong" sound in his head, he calmly took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, and walked over step by step, seemingly smoothly. A little more.
After walking hundreds of feet on a remote path, soaked in the drizzle, and walking through the green bamboo forest, we were captivated by the beautiful scenery along the way, and finally arrived at that Feng Shui treasure land.
Wen Mao also exhaled a heavy and complicated breath, perhaps because of the change in circumstances, he felt much more comfortable.
A strong mountain dragon looks around, surrounded by dragons and tigers surrounded by sand, with long shrimp whiskers and running water around the foot of the mountain. The thin peak with cicada wings opens the mountain gate, the green pines on the mountain are strong and the ginseng is strong, the grass at the foot of the mountain hides the bright flowers, and the waterfall on the cliff looks like a dragon salivating. It goes straight into the rapid water mouth and bends like a rope.
Just say, this situation is wonderful.
"It must have been done deliberately, but..." Wen Guwenmao still couldn't figure out why he had to take down the three mountains of Si Xunchen to create this strange situation in the world?
"I don't know what the current suppression line is like... How about taking a trip to the Land of Liwen?" Wen Mao walked up the Panlong Road at the foot of the mountain, stepping on the solid mountain road with heavy footsteps. Up, every sound is like the collision of heavy objects.
When they reached the belly of the dragon, a sinister wind started to rise, and there was only one place where something went wrong in the entire situation.
While killing time, Wen Mao stepped on the protruding hill on the cliff and jumped down into the wind cave in the dragon's belly. Standing there, it was like watching a dragon disemboweling and disemboweling its belly, with vitality bursting and essence and blood gushing.
This place is hundreds of miles long, leading directly from the head to the tail of the dragon, but there is no exit at the front or rear. The strange situation is all on the surface, but in fact it is full of devastation.
The pebbles were dripping with evil spirit, making them unable to stand firm on their feet. The inner walls on both sides flashed with various scriptures and scriptures. When Wen Mao came closer, he noticed that these were the "Heavenly Gods" in the clan.瓓
"That is to say...there are still descendants of Tianlu in this world?" This thought also flashed past. Jiang Wen once said personally that he was the only descendant of Tianlu's lineage. No matter how you think about it, it doesn't sound like he was lying.
Wen Mao casually transformed into three spirit zombies, and divided them into four directions to look at one side of the writing utensil. All of them entered Wen Mao's spiritual consciousness. When the four sides of the writing utensils were put together, they turned out to be exactly the same as the writing utensils on the large inscription on the back mountain. same.
Not a single difference.
I just still don't understand what this means, but the Qi Yun on it is particularly pure. It doesn't belong to the innate Qi, it's more like another way.
"There are naturally various kinds of techniques..." Wen Guwenmao murmured to himself, only knowing that the power of this law also belongs to a method, so what?
Normally, those who break through the realm need to recast the meridians throughout the body. It is said that "if it is not broken, it cannot be established." The pain of destroying the meridians and reuniting them is like a knife in the heart and lungs, so few people can pass this level.
"Is there any shortcut we can take?"
At this moment, the disgusted voice sounded in my ears, "I can't stand it anymore. There are shortcuts, but have you overlooked another important point?"
Wen Mao was startled by Fu Shen who appeared behind him and almost hit him on the dirty wall. Fu Shen reached out and grabbed him, but was immediately thrown away.
"What on earth do you mean?"
Fu Shen didn't hide his thoughts. He found a place without stones and lay down. He crossed his legs and said, "I have lived for a long time and like to join in the fun. I feel that there will be more excitement around you."
Wen Mao asked, "Is it lively?"
Fu Shen shook his head and replied, "Not only is it not lively, but it is a bit cold and desolate."
"Having lived for such a long time, do you know all these words?"
Fu Shen yawned, turned his head back to the dirty wall, turned his back to Wen Mao, and said, "I know him, but I don't want to tell you."
Wen Mao hung his head and changed the topic sharply, "Then can you tell me what the Prison Suppression Law means to you?"
"Hey! Did you see it?" Fu Shen turned around again.
Wen Guwen sat down with his hands crossed, and Fu Shen's mind went blank for a moment, as if he was out of touch. When he realized it again, he was already in that prison.
"The Silent Prison?" He casually grabbed the hands that were trying to strangle his throat, and sat up cross-legged, saying, "It's much worse than the last one."
Wen Mao continued to ask, "Do you know each other?"
"Can't talk about it. I've seen it before."
"Is that Bai Zhuan Mountain his handiwork?"
"Something like that, but not quite."
"Tell me more about it?"
"Don't say it." Fu Shen tapped the cold stone wall behind him a few times. Before Wen Mao could take the initiative to retreat, the silent prison collapsed and scattered, and a mouthful of blood came up. Fu Shen raised the corner of his mouth casually, without thinking. Wen Mao actually swallowed a mouthful of blood.
Wen Mao stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, surrounded by a few dots of crimson, which were a little conspicuous, and asked, "Will you die?"
"This question is really unique." Fu Shen scratched his head and thought for a while before replying, "Objectively speaking, he will die."
Wen Mao wondered, "What's the difference subjectively?"
"Subjectively... I can't die."
The topics the two people talked about became more and more weird, the atmosphere of sitting and negotiating had dissipated, and their eyes met like swords.
"real?"
Seeing that the little kid in front of him still didn't believe it, Fu Shen took off his clothes from his left shoulder, reached out and grabbed out the still throbbing heart, and crushed it in front of Wen Mao.
The wound on the left chest healed bit by bit, and there was no trace of scar.
Fu Shen tied his clothes back on and replied, "Really."
"Then I can't survive you, so why are you here to join in the fun? Immortal...Emperor?"
Fu Shen was stunned for a moment, chuckled a few times, and said, "What a great name. I'm used to them calling me Immortal Old Ghost. I'm still a little uncomfortable with it."
"What can you talk to me about?"
"We can talk about anything, but whether I can tell you or not depends on what I feel like."
"Are you just teasing me?" Wen Mao stopped paying attention to this stubborn old man, jumped out of the dragon's belly, and continued walking up the mountain road, with Fu Shen following behind him.
The footprints of the two people are repeated together, and they can't get rid of this stubborn old man.
"What can you do by following me?" Wen Mao couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to angrily scold this old man.
Fu Shen smoothed a few strands of raised hair and said, "Only you can take this road, not me? You don't even know how to respect the old and love the young?"
"Do you love children?"
"Is it possible that you respect your age?"
"You old fool has no friends, right?"
"You have?"
"Then I respect you, please go first." Wen Mao took a step back from him and greeted him.
Fu Shen suddenly hunched over, hammered him several times, and groaned, "Oh... I'm getting older, my legs and feet are not strong enough, and my waist hurts... Oh..."
"Then let me help you beat it." The "Ghost-catching Hand" immediately started to move. Before he could beat it, Fu Shen twisted his waist to the other side, hammered it a few times and straightened his waist.
Wen Guwenmao stopped wasting such useless thoughts with him. He sat down on the spot and shouted, "Then let's just waste it. I don't believe you can survive as a clone."
"Are you serious?" Fu Shen grabbed a handful of melon seeds and peanuts from his pocket and handed them to him, asking, "Would you like some?"
Wen Mao was of course not polite and grabbed them all. Fortunately, Fu Shen kept his thoughts and grabbed another handful. The two of them chatted about home life while cracking melon seeds.
"Bah!" Fu Shen spat out the melon seeds in one gulp, but they turned out to be broken. Then he peeled a peanut again, threw it into his mouth, and said, "Boy, which girl who chases corpses do you like, right?"
"none of your business?"
"You're okay too, let's talk?"
"Am I okay?" Wen Guwen asked through gritted teeth. Fu Shen nodded indifferently and said, "You are petty and are afraid of being discovered. How can you blame me? I'm so old, so how can I have free time?" Just teasing you.”
"Can you let it go quickly?" Wen Mao drank faster and faster, and soon it bottomed out, and he grabbed another handful from Fu Shen's hand.
Fu Shen yawned carelessly, which caused Wen Mao to yawn as well and said, "I'm going to put some eye drops on your kid. Don't do anything evil, or I'll do an operation on that girl first."
"You dare?!" Wen Mao seemed to have been stepped on, the veins on his face suddenly bulged, his eyes were so fierce, Fu Shen felt a little scared.
"You think I don't dare?"
Fu Shen left a last warning, and his whole body turned into gravel and drifted away without a trace.
Wen Mao's clenched fists were finally released. The flesh in his palms had been pinched by nails. Blood was still flowing. Angry and incompetent breaths were frequently coming out...
He tried his best to put these things behind him and climbed to the top along the mountain road. Viewed from top to bottom, the strange pattern is a "Ming" character - the treasure cover is a screen, the "日" character is a winding mountain, and the "六" character is a There is no deviation in the water flowing down the mountain, and it is extremely neat.
Wen Guwenmao looked around and sat cross-legged. The "Law of Prison Suppression" completely suppressed this pattern. The power of the "Law of Devouring" on his body became so great that the beautiful mountains and clear waters ceased to exist in an instant.
"The Law of Swallowing - The Fruit of Enlightenment"
Thunder rumbled wildly, and Wen Mao stood on the top of the mountain. All the energy in his body was gone, and only his mortal body bore the weight of the thunder.
The three thunder tribulations fell slowly, each one getting better and better. The blood kept pouring out, like a meridian gouging out a bone. With a mouthful of blood spurting out uncontrollably, the catastrophe dissipated in the sky, reappearing the beauty of the morning light.
The mountains are dry and the water is turbid. Wen Mao no longer cares about his future and leaves in the wind. He has almost figured out the things that he couldn't figure out.
Fu Shen appeared on the top of the mountain again and said, "Such a chess game of the Emperor of Heaven (Earth) and a (strange) game, it's really a matter of every step."
