Jiang Xinghe said solemnly: "Although Bin'er's qi-refining problem has been solved this time, I am unable to solve his innate death orifice and qi sea problems. We need to hire another expert!"
If the "Tai Xuan Zi Xiao Heart Technique" can be successfully practiced, Jiang Xinghe probably has some methods in mind that he can use. But now we cannot be too full of words.
Zhang Bin was still immersed in the joy of being able to refine his Qi at this moment, so he asked with a childlike smile on his face: "Brother, what is the death orifice?"
Zhang Zhitian said: "The so-called death aperture can be completely different for each person. Some people are born with stone apertures, and their meridians cannot communicate no matter how lucky they are. Some people are born with defects, and the acupoints are hidden and difficult to show, or they have abnormality. This acupoint does not exist for ordinary people. For some people, it is caused by acquired diseases, such as disability or severe injuries, and the key acupoint no longer exists."
"What Zhang Guanzhu said is absolutely true." Jiang Xinghe agreed, and at the same time added: "The higher the level of cultivation, the easier it is for a monk's acupoints to recover. But for low-level monks like us, this is Step into the natural chasm on the road to immortality."
A gratified smile appeared on Zhang Zhitian's face, and he said: "I am extremely grateful to Master Jiang for giving me the mantra. I will never forget this kindness, and I will tie the grass ring around it."
"Bin'er, those few natural death acupoints are nothing. Among the thousands of techniques, I, as a Taoist cultivator, can only practice less than one percent. The unused acupoints are also dead to us. Ordinary."
After Zhang Zhitian finished speaking, he gathered up his clothes and bowed deeply to Jiang Xinghe with Zhang Bin.
Jiang Xinghe hurriedly helped him up, and then said: "The ancient books say that good people have their own destiny. I just happen to have this mentality. I have also won the trust of you two, so that I will not feel guilty."
"Father, does this mean that my illness is cured? It will never hurt again, just like a monster tore my body into pieces and chewed up my soul." Zhang Bin seemed to understand. But he still looked at the majestic and majestic figure expectantly and said.
The gloom on his face flashed across his face. Zhang Zhitian had understood what Jiang Xinghe had done, but it had not actually solved the life-and-death issue concerning Zhang Bin's Qihai. He saw the apology in Jiang Xinghe's eyes and said with a smile: "Bin'er, we're here. Feiyun Valley, please ask the elders to grab a few medicines and take a few pills for you, and we will never have pain again."
Zhang Bin is still young and has no idea how powerful it is. This condition, which waxes and wanes, is the most difficult to identify and its treatment is ambiguous. Moreover, if there is really a problem with Qi Hai, it is far from as simple as re-cultivating a set of mental methods.
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Because the four of them set off late, they did not stop at all along the way. Fortunately, Zhang Zhitian had strong magic power, and the flying boat was under his control most of the time.
Jiang Xinghe also tried to control it. This kind of magical weapon does not need to be refined. It only requires the use of divine consciousness and spiritual power to control the spirit boat jade tablet, so it is not difficult to get started. But it's still a bit reluctant for his level one Qi refining level.
Half a decade passed, and they still failed to catch up with the forerunners.
But on this day, when the clouds were flying across the sky and the moon and stars were sparse, the spirit boat was flying over a huge human city. The city stretches endlessly, with little brilliance shining everywhere on the skyline.
There are thousands of lights in the city, the lights are brilliant, and the sky where they shine is clear. The eastern section of the giant city seems to be clinging to the winding mountains, as majestic as a giant fire dragon.
Looking around, the dots of light across the land are like shining stars, surrounded by a golden moonlight.
Zhang Zhitian said excitedly: "Xinghe, we are going to Feiyun Valley soon. The city now is called Zhongyun City, and the vast mountains in the distance are the real gate of Feiyun Valley." At this point, He was so excited that he wished he had entered the mountain gate now.
Jiang Xinghe watched all of this calmly. He always felt that he had seen far more magnificent scenery than here. The bustling crowds, and another scene in his memory was disorderly evoked.
Zhang Bin and Kang Hong grew up in Diancangguan. Although the mountains are strange and majestic, they have never seen such a vast city. They are naturally novel and surprised. Compared to Zhang Zhitian's excitement, they are completely immersed in the feeling.
Because the Zhongyun City magic circle prohibits flying magic weapons, Zhang Zhitian controlled the spirit boat to move around the edge of Zhongyun City. He could even see the trees and flowers in the city, and the crowds of people were noisy.
"Most of the people living here are closely related to Feiyun Valley. During the thousands of years since the establishment of the mountain gate in Feiyun Valley, countless blood descendants of elders and disciples have thrived in this city. They are attached to Feiyun Valley and at the same time provide support. Feiyun Valley.”
"Most of the grain, rice, money, and incense provided by various incense temples were actually consumed by Zhongyun City. Then Feiyun Valley hired them to work for them." Zhang Zhitian said with a sigh.
Jiang Xinghe touched his nose in embarrassment when he heard this. His previous age was unknown, but this year Baoyuan Guan "didn't make any progress", but instead gained a handful of wool with Ge Liang's support.
Zhang Zhitian looked at Jiang Xinghe's expression jokingly. As a temple owner, he naturally knew what happened in Baoyuan Temple. He smiled and said: "Don't take the worship of our Incense Department so important. Don't talk about Baoyuan Temple. , what is my Dian Cang Guan? It’s just a wedge, a name, a symbol.”
Jiang Xinghe nodded and said: "Judging from the fact that a mortal like me is allowed to order incense for Baoyuan Temple, either there is no one in Feiyun Valley, or they don't care about the existence of Baoyuan Temple. Now it seems that it must be the second It’s a guess.”
After saying this, Jiang Xinghe didn't feel lonely, but he felt pity for Taoist Chen, standing alone in the deserted Baoyuan Temple, with not many families to be found within a hundred miles.
It's just out of Feiyun Valley's needs! Even the need for this kind of appearance can be anyone, even Jiang Xinghe, who is a mortal, is understandable.
While a few people were chatting, the spirit boat was already close to the foot of the mountain. From a distance, the boundless mountains seemed tall and majestic at such a close distance. The vast outlines of the deep black mountain shadows seemed to be embedded in the blue night.
Zhang Zhitian stopped the spirit boat at a post station at the foot of the mountain with ease. Various flying magic weapons were coming and going one after another, and the small square was bustling with activity.
"Brother, look, it's a crane...and a flying sword...ah, what is that?" Zhang Bin still had a childish heart. It was the first time he saw so many cultivators coming and going. He was already dazzled and didn't know. It's time to see something.
Kang Hong smiled and held Zhang Bin's hand. Although he had been to Fangshi near Diancangguan many times, the new sights in front of him were overwhelming one after another, and he couldn't explain them.
"Please stop..."
