When the brilliance of the sun gradually dimmed, the light of the rising moon was so weak that it could only illuminate the courtyard.
Fan Mianmei, who was lying in the firewood door, was immersed in confusion. His upper body was leaning on the firewood pile, and his whole body could not move. Only his eyelids gradually opened with difficulty in the dried sweat.
His injuries were serious.
The wound on his shoulder, the loss of blood and the torture of internal injuries made him feel as weak as a newly constructed paper man.
But fortunately, those people didn't seem to have the idea of killing him directly. Although the closed acupuncture points restricted movement, they also curbed the blood loss again. The foundation of a first-class master allowed him to maintain this extreme weakness, but And it will never be directly life-threatening.
"I am the only living survivor in their hands now. Since they have not killed me directly, they must find a way to transfer me to the Ministry of Punishment, but in the process, someone will definitely come to save me..."
Fan Mianmei was thinking silently in his heart.
After all, the weight of a top-notch master cannot be compared to that of peripheral disciples. .
Although the twenty-four guardians of Huo Luo Dao are all first-class masters, in fact, after entering the Central Plains, there have been several guardians, and even one of them has lost their honor. Their positions have been vacant for several years, and they have not been able to teach again. Select people to fill in.
It wasn't until Qiu Ruzui joined Huo Luo Dao and worked his way up to the position of Dongfang Zunenshi that he absorbed many talents into the sect. Only recently have all the vacancies in the twenty-four guardians been filled.
And even if an arm is broken, Fan Mianmei's understanding of the realm of a first-class master is still there. As long as he takes a good rest and recuperates, it is no problem to return to 80% of the combat power at his peak.
Huo Luo Dao will not give up a protector so easily. Of course, the premise is to keep the internal secrets of Huo Luo Dao.
Whether it was from emotion or rationality, Fan Mianmei firmly believed that with the confidence to protect his life, he would have the energy to think about other things.
Think about the smooth sailing you enjoyed in the past, the delicacies, silks, treasures for others to enjoy, the beauties served extravagantly, the joy of wanton plunder, and the enemies you defeated and deliberately humiliated.
Those memories can make Fan Poi's mood easier.
He also thought about the person who defeated him many times, but as soon as that face appeared in his mind, he forced himself not to continue thinking about it.
The existence of Guan Luoyang will only remind him of pain and anger. If he looks to the future now and expects to come back and take revenge after he is rescued, it would be a bit self-deceiving and ridiculous.
Fan Meili doesn't want to suffer, nor does he want to be reduced to a ridiculous person. No matter the former or the latter, they are just like pawns in the world. They will not live long and cannot allow themselves to have this tendency.
What will happen after being rescued? Let’s wait until we are rescued and let the facts prove it.
Fan Mianmei, who was slowly recalling, heard a small sound.
His eyes glanced over involuntarily. From the firewood pile on the right, a mouse quickly came out, as if it sensed the presence of someone here. It paused and turned its head, and then, as if frightened, it moved towards the door at a faster speed. Ran over.
The Taoist temple was poor, and the door of the woodshed was actually just a few boards put together, with a gap visible to the naked eye in the middle. There was also a distance of about a knuckle between the lower edge of the door panel and the threshold.
The dirty gray-haired mouse got out of there easily.
Fan Mianmei was filled with hatred and couldn't help thinking: You actually let me stay with the mouse...
Before he could figure out why, the gap under the door panel was blocked by a small piece of pale color.
It seemed as if something white was squeezing through the gap from outside. It squeezed several times and hit the threshold.
Is that the mouse? Is it something that the rat bit?
Snap!
Two fingers hooked on the threshold.
The weak Fan Wei's perception ability was greatly reduced, and he didn't notice what it was at first. When he saw the two fingers, his heart trembled slightly, but he quickly realized it and became furious.
"That's my hand! That dead rat actually dared to bite my hand..."
Bang, he bit off half of his back molar in anger, and held it in his mouth along with the blood on the tooth. Just waiting for the gray-haired mouse to come in again, he would spit out the half of the tooth and put it in his mouth. He was beaten to death.
Even if the acupuncture points are sealed and there is only a weak breath left, it is nothing to people in the martial arts world, but it is still more than enough to kill a mouse.
Fan pitifully looked at the short, fat and pale palm, squeezing in through the crack in the door, then his wrist, and his whole arm trying to squeeze in.
That mouse is really greedy and very strong. I'm afraid it's not just one, but several mice together, to be able to carry this arm and hit the crack of the door again and again.
The wood door rattled as it was hit, and the pale palm that had been inserted into the door swayed again and again, and its five fingers moved wildly.
Um? !
Fan Pui suddenly realized something was wrong.
Why didn't the fingers seem to be shaking feebly? Instead, it seemed that they were clawing at the ground hard, and several fingers were thrust forward in turn, causing the wrist and broken arm behind to squeeze through the cracks in the door again and again, trying to push in. ? !
what happened! ?
A small piece of the door panel with several small holes was knocked off, and the pale fingers ran quickly, and the entire broken arm broke in.
The cold wind at night chased the broken arm through the doorway and blew into the room. Fan's pitiful face suddenly turned pale.
He saw his arm running around the ground like a headless mouse. On the dirty ground, the broken arm left traces of friction.
The Adam's apple slipped, and Fan Pianmei unknowingly swallowed the blood and the broken tooth in his mouth, letting out a chuckle.
"Really, true energy can control objects, or it's an illusion. If you want to use this method..."
The dry words stopped abruptly.
The pale fingers crawled up Fan Mianmei's body, from his calves to his knees. Every time he touched his fingers, there was a slight feeling that came through the fabric of his clothes.
The palm climbed up from the right crotch to the lower abdomen, grabbing the circles of fat stacked up between the abdomen, and the broken arm also came up, moving with the coldness of a dead body.
Fan Poi felt that the thing had crawled to the wound on his right shoulder, and he even raised a finger and tapped the wound.
Except for his eyes and mouth, he couldn't move his whole body, and he couldn't turn his neck. He could only rely on his feelings and the incomplete scene in front of him, half-guessing.
The cold wind whistled through the doorway, and the palm crawled along the wound several times. The broken arm touched Fan's poor neck and chin, and then fell down again.
Fan's pitiful pupils shrank suddenly, and the breath in his nose was held for a moment.
This was originally a part of me, but now it brought an unparalleled foreign body feeling.
The finger kept moving around the wound, even trying to drill in... drill! Got in! ! !
Fan Ke's hair was all arched. If it weren't for the hair crown pressing down, every hair would probably explode.
He couldn't figure out how the thing got in, but he really felt like something got in.
The cold feeling is divided into five, six, or many strands, swimming under the skin like nematodes.
"Ho ho ho..."
Fan's poor senses were overwhelmed by panic and a strange sense of emptiness, time became sluggish, and his throat made a strange sound of short airflow.
"Help, help!"
He didn't know how long he had spent, but he seemed to have seen countless strange things that looked like hallucinations.
A smiley face spread out on the hand of the broken arm? Did the dry hand bones wrapped in a sleeve fall off? The flesh and blood on the bones turned into gray cocoons? Is there something moving inside the dense cocoon?
It's about to break, it's about to grow out.
"Get out! Get out, help, is someone here?"
Separated by a wall.
Inside the yard.
Guan Luoyang looked at Anfeiyu. Anfeiyu looked into Chaimen from the crack of the door. He was still several meters away from the door.
"What...did you do?"
"A little trick." Amphibian said, "Inspiration from the images of the enemy team, plus a little bit of my own ideas, well, a little bit."
He pinched the index finger of his right hand to indicate that the index finger should be extended a little more.
"A broken arm can be considered an inanimate body. After learning the mind method, I have been able to temporarily activate it. The effect of this activation is very weak and cannot be used for fighting at all. However, people always have some feelings about parts of their bodies. With a special feeling, using this as a medium, you can write some articles.”
Guan Luoyang was confused: "Then if you ask him something now, he will tell you?"
"Don't worry, this is still the beginning."
Anfeiyu showed a confident look and said, "According to your past experience and what Chen Shouzheng said, it is not so easy to deal with the first-class masters here. Although the psychological and spiritual strength may not be directly connected, but only now At this level, it’s not enough to defeat him…”
He touched his beard, with a subtle look of expectation on his face, "In fact, generally speaking, if the experience is similar and the strength is similar, the psychological endurance of evil people is weaker. After all, adhering to justice and kindness is better than indulging desires. It’s much harder to do evil.”
"What we should be thankful for is that this person happens to be the kind of heinous bastard, but he has not yet reached the level of lunacy that even distorts his outlook on life. Hahaha, I have arranged several scenes for these plots. I don't know who he is. How long can I last?"
Guan Luoyang also had a strange look on his face. He glanced inside the chaimen and whispered, "May I ask, what did you do before?"
The smile on Anfeiyu's face faded a little: "Oh, a third-rate horror film director."
Guan Luoyang didn't believe it: "Your business level is still third-rate, or is the film and television industry in your hometown so developed?"
"Probably because the first half of my horror movies is particularly scary, but in the end there must be a hero who defeats the horror."
Anfeiyu touched his earphones with his fingers and said softly, "And I don't like the kind of heroes who have foreshadowing. Heroes are like miracles. They have to fall from the sky at the last moment and explode everything beyond all expectations. "
Guan Luoyang was speechless for a moment.
Horror movies are stuffed with superheroes and don’t like foreshadowing, so if you don’t pounce on them, who will?
"Perhaps, um, it would have been better if you had been a special feature film director?"
Anfeiyu turned around and looked over, holding Guan Luoyang's hand in surprise: "My dear friend, it took me ten years of working in horror films to figure it out. Unfortunately, in the first year when I switched to special photography, I became a reincarnator. "
"That's such a pity. Okay, you can continue the investigation here. I'll go to their place and have a look."
Guan Luoyang didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore, so he quickly replied and entered the bedroom.
There are still a few bamboo mats spread on the floor in the bedroom.
Gu Lanxiang was sitting on one of the mats, holding a wine gourd in her hand, watching the little Taoist priest do his breathing exercises.
The little Taoist priest Xia Qing was sitting on his mat, with his five hearts facing the sky, his palms slowly retracted from the top of his head, and he picked up the white jade bracelet - the Jade Snow Dragon Ring - that was placed in front of him.
According to Chen Shouzheng, although the Tianji Jade Mirror and the Jade Snow Dragon Ring were created by different masters a long time ago, they are treasures of the same type and should be used in similar ways.
The Tianji Jade Mirror requires the Lushan School's mental method to inject true energy into it at specific times every day, so that it can activate its magical effect and maintain its effect.
The Jade Snow Dragon Ring should require the Glacier Sect's mentality to do this kind of thing.
Due to the different attributes and tendencies of the various schools and sects of internal martial arts in the world, there will be certain moments when they are particularly active during daily practice.
For example, the Taishan Beidou in the current martial arts world, the famous Laojun Mountain and the Shaolin Temple, each one has a long history, but it was not until the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty that it flourished, and its prosperity continues to this day.
Because the skills of these two schools are famous and have many disciples, some irrelevant characteristics have been leaked for a long time. Laojunshan's introductory mental method is most active at Chen hour and You hour, while Shaolin school is most mellow and pure at Zi hour and Wu hour. .
When should the jade snow dragon ring be filled with true energy? The choice of this time should coincide with the characteristics of the Glacier School's mental method.
Unfortunately, among the "four major disciples" of the Snow Sweeping Taoist Temple, only one actually practices the Glacier School's mental method.
This important task had to be handed over to the little Taoist priest first.
As the glacier's true energy was poured into him, a layer of chill spread from the little Taoist priest to the surroundings, and quickly gathered again, as if being absorbed by the jade snow dragon ring.
The jade snow dragon ring, which was of high quality but crudely carved, was glowing slightly at the moment.
Guan Luoyang's communication jade token was in his arms, and he trembled slightly at this moment. He took it out to check, and it was a message from Gu Lanxiang.
"I took a look at the three secret books, which contain the internal skills and mental methods. According to what they said, the Glacier School's internal skills are the most pure and easy to practice for three quarters of an hour every day. He needs to infuse the true energy, which may last for that long."
"Those three secret books are not compatible with me, but they may be useful to you."
Guan Luoyang nodded to Gu Lanxiang, walked to his mat, folded the quilt to the highest position, sat on it and read the secret book.
These three secret books are "Thirteen Hands of Flying Snow and White Rainbow", "Thousand-branches Qionghua Sword" and "Glacier Heart Technique".
The first book is about the technique of sending and receiving hidden weapons, which can also be used as a palm technique, which is quite strange. However, the hidden weapon mainly explained in it seems to require special craftsmen to make it.
The second book is about swordsmanship. The sword moves are mixed with the pinching techniques of the other hand, but he is a self-proclaimed first-class acupuncture hand.
From Guan Luoyang's point of view, the potential of these two Kung Fu books is far inferior to that of the Bai Family Holy Fist, but the acupuncture point part is something he has never dabbled in before, so it is worth pondering.
After memorizing the acupuncture points carefully, he opened the Glacier Mind Technique.
"Inhalation and exhalation guide, internal energy transfer, first cultivate the sense of energy, then practice the true energy... Until walking, sitting and lying down, all the time, without thinking or unconsciously, the true energy circulates endlessly and grows naturally..."
Just after reading this general outline, Guan Luoyang's expression, which had not paid much attention to it at first, became serious.
