Chapter 38 The pain of "dissipating Qi" is like a knife cut

Style: Fantasy Author: Half a pot of clay potWords: 2213Update Time: 24/01/23 13:48:50
In the early morning of the next day, the three people in the hut got up early, packed their things, and prepared breakfast.

After working for a while, I looked at the sky through the window and it was almost time to go out.

So Shen Zui and Mu Wan'er took their bundles and clay pots in their hands, said goodbye to Granny Chen, and rushed towards Sister-in-law Xu Shan's house.

Because it is winter, the sun rises relatively late.

They also got up early today in order to be seen by other villagers as little as possible.

Although they didn't care much, Sister-in-law Xu Shan was misunderstood by the villagers after all.

Shenzui and the others can't change other people's opinions, they can only try to bring as little trouble and gossip to the sister-in-law as possible.

"Dong dong dong." After several knocks on the door, Shen and Mu stood at the door waiting for Xu Shan.

But in the blink of an eye, Sister-in-law Xu opened the wooden door, as if she had been waiting nearby, waiting for the two of them to come.

"Sister-in-law Xu, we are here."

At Xu Shan's signal, Wan'er entered the door first, and then Shen Zui nodded to the host.

Xu Shan was wearing a light-colored dress today, with a sleeveless narrow-shouldered jacket over it. Her hair was tied up with an ordinary-looking hairpin and tied behind her head.

She brought tea and snacks she made, "Eat whatever you want, it's all made by me."

As she said that, she walked around the screen and went to the bedroom inside to take out her package. "I checked it again at home yesterday. I guarantee there is no air leakage. Master Shen can rest assured."

"Thank you, Mrs. Xu, for taking the trouble."

Shen Zui was about to stand up and hold his hand over, but Xu Shan shook her head, "Why are you so polite? If you hadn't come, I don't know when I would be able to say such things to people. These years have suffocated me to death."

As she spoke, she hid her face and smiled, but the eyes she revealed were clearly more desolate and lonely.

Mu Wan'er stretched out her hand to hold Xu Shan's slightly trembling hand, nodded and smiled at her.

How many words are left unsaid.

"Okay, I won't mess around anymore. I will leave the house to you now, and I will go to work in the fields. You can use everything in it as you like. I have put all my clothes in the box, so I won't embarrass Mr. Shen. of."

Xu Shan stood up and picked up a hoe and other items from behind the door. After saying that, they got replies from two people and went straight out the door.

Shen Zui and Mu Wan'er were the only two people left in the room. Wan'er was the first to speak, "I'll be in the outer room, and you'll be in the bedroom inside. If you need anything, just ask."

Shenzui pulled her in front of him, their eyes met, he lowered his head and kissed the girl deeply on her forehead, "Wait for me."

Wan'er nodded and watched as he picked up the things, the clay pot, and the analgesic herb "Tongqiao" collected a few days ago, and entered the bedroom.

As the wooden door of the bedroom gently closed, Wan'er's heart felt like a huge boulder weighing heavily weighed down instantly.

She really wanted to go in with Shen Zui, even if she didn't do anything but just watch him from the side.

But Shen Zui disagreed. He said that when the Qi was released, it didn't look good. He is so beautiful, he must not make such a fool of himself, especially in front of the woman he loves.

Mu Wan'er didn't know that Shen Zui was afraid that she would be worried, and even more afraid that when she saw his painful appearance, she couldn't help but do something that would fall short of the mark.

She hung up outside the door, while he began to relax in the room.

Shen Zui took off his boots, sat cross-legged on the bed, held his hands in a virtual gesture, and concentrated his mind, preparing to guide the little spiritual energy left in his body to start flowing through his limbs.

A few months ago, Shen Zui was escorting Wan'er back to the Dayi Kingdom. In the Huangting Kingdom, she encountered an evil dragon, which damaged the foundation of Taoism.

Originally, if he could contact the sect in time and spend a huge amount of immortal family spiritual treasures, he might be able to continue his path to immortality. But as time goes by, this possibility becomes smaller and smaller.

By now, Shenzui had to let go of his energy in order to save his life. Otherwise, once all the spiritual energy in the body disappears, it will be like a water column under a whirlpool, swallowing up more energy and blood in the body.

At the beginning, it was difficult for Shen Zui to concentrate his soul wholeheartedly. His heart was filled with his sect, parents and Wan'er.

All three of these things made him worried.

But slowly, Shen Zui, who was once a monastic genius, still found a way to enter concentration.

His breathing gradually slowed down and his whole body began to relax. Although he doesn't have half of his magic power now, the foundation gained from his previous cultivation is still there.

So he started the method of inner vision to explore and find the flow of spiritual energy in his body.

He found that the remaining spiritual energy began to flow from the Guanyuan point on his left hand, passing through the Quchi point and Tiantu point along the way, to his right hand.

He closed his eyes tightly, cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

This kind of route does not conform to the direction of the Qi-dispersing acupuncture points that he knows.

The correct flow should be from the Guanyuan point on the left hand, through the forearm, through the Tanzhong point on the body, and to the right leg. Then follow the same route from the right hand to the left calf.

Finally, all the spiritual energy will gather in the sea of ​​​​Qi in Dantian, and this is the correct time to disperse the energy.

But now the spiritual energy in Zhen Zui's body was wandering around, and it was not under his control at all. The more he tried to guide them, the spiritual energy was like a naughty child, but it just kept doing the opposite.

In just half a quarter of an hour, when I was still feeling a little bit cold all over my body, I realized that my clothes were soaked through.

Not only was the energy dissipation unsuccessful, the spiritual energy wandering randomly in the body was constantly hitting his Qifu acupoints.

The spiritual energy that originally contained immortality was now like a life-threatening blade, cutting back and forth in Shen Zui's body, tearing out invisible wounds.

Originally he could still hold on to his intoxication, but as the intensity continued to rise, his clenched teeth began to tremble, and the creaking sound became louder and louder.

Because of his injury, his face was not rosy, but now his face was as pale as white paper.

His whole body was shaking slightly under the severe pain.

This kind of pain is actually commonplace for Shenzui. The path to immortality is not, as ordinary people say, just eating the wind, drinking dew, and practicing with concentration every day.

In fact, every time the realm is improved, crossing the realm is a line between life and death. In addition, there are also fights between various Qi refiners. Who dares to say that he will never be injured?

But after being intoxicated with so much pain, facing the pain of losing energy, he still felt that he had underestimated it.

The spiritual energy in the body is rushing around. Even if it continues like this, even if it doesn't hurt, it won't be a problem after all. It is still necessary to find ways to guide them to the right path. This is the top priority.

So Shenzui forcibly broke out of concentration, endured tremendous pain in an instant, and separated himself from the state of inner vision.

He opened his eyes suddenly, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He put his hands on his knees and began to breathe heavily, looking as if he had just been fished out of a water tank.

Shen Zui stood up tremblingly, but the simple four or five steps seemed to have exhausted all his remaining strength.

He raised his trembling hand, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

The warm tea flowed through his throat, making him finally feel comfortable for a moment.