It rained all night in Luoyang, the imperial capital.
When the sky dimmed, the rain gradually stopped, and the city of Luoyang, which had been washed away by the rain, was full of vitality. Vendors pushed their carts across the smooth bluestone pavement, and set up stalls in the shops to start a busy day...
In the open space at the back of Zhixingyuan, He An finished Suiyun Sanshou twice. His body was steaming with heat. His legs were slightly bent, and his hands were wrapped around each other, as if he were holding an empty ball. He followed the stance taught by Cheng Ziya, and his energy sank into his Dantian. , began to practice "Hunyuan Ruyi Gong".
Fan Dazhi sat listlessly on a stone, yawning from time to time. He An woke him up early in the morning and dragged him to this hellish place to practice, which made him very unhappy.
"Xiao An...what's the use of practicing this? You might as well let me sleep a little longer!"
Fan Dazhi kept complaining.
"Sweat more now and bleed less during the war. When we go to the battlefield in the future, we will have to fight with the Xiliang people with our lives!"
He An answered loudly without squinting his eyes.
"Oops! I can't, I can't... I'm so hungry, Xiao An, I'm going to buy something to eat first!"
Fan Dazhi yawned profusely, rubbed his stomach and stood up.
"I'm so sleepy... I have to take a nap after breakfast. Xiao An, you should practice first!"
After Fan Dazhi finished speaking, he ran away without waiting for He An's response.
Looking at Fan Dazhi's back, He An shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
The back hill is thick with bushes. In addition to a few towering trees, there is also a three-story attic. It looks dilapidated due to its age and disrepair. No one usually comes here. It is a good place to practice.
He An circulated the Danji Zhenqi, poured it into his left arm, and pointed at the "Patio Point" on his right arm...
Feeling the surging true energy in his body, He An's face was filled with joy. For a long time, he used the second form of his "Shocking Finger" - "Slaughter the Immortal Finger". Every time he used it, the true energy flowed to the "Patio Point" on his arm. No more stagnation.
Ever since the last Qingming Competition, during the battle with Li Feixing, he accidentally understood the secret. He An had been secretly trying to figure it out, but had no chance to use it. Now that he tried it, it was as he thought, and the movement of the true energy was no longer stagnant.
He An was overjoyed and pointed at the bushes ahead.
The air suddenly became thinner, the staggered branches and leaves of the bushes drooped low, and even the countless green grass on the ground fell down and clung to the ground...
Only practitioners can feel that in the heaven and earth in front of He An, countless vitality of heaven and earth condensed instantly, and an extremely terrifying aura of destruction shot out from He An's fingers...
The sky seemed to darken, and in the twisted air, the reflections of the towering trees swayed, and the dilapidated attic tilted violently...
In the Zhixing Building of Zhixingyuan, the tea cup on the table trembled slightly.
Wei Zhilin's expression changed, and his whole person turned into a gray light and swept out of the building. At the same time, an afterimage flashed too fast to catch the trace, and Cheng Ziya was already standing next to him.
The two of them looked at the mountain behind Zhixingyuan at the same time, where a low sonic boom sounded faintly.
"What a powerful aura. Who can drain the energy of heaven and earth from the back mountain?"
"Ziya, you go and investigate first. I will protect Sect Leader Mo. He is healing Yi Zhi. You must not be disturbed at this time!"
After Wei Zhilin finished speaking, his figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
Cheng Ziya rushed to the back mountain and was stunned by the scene in front of him.
I saw that the dilapidated attic collapsed into two halves, as if someone had split it from the middle. It was in ruins and a mess. Several towering trees were broken at the waist, and a deep ravine was plowed out of the ground by someone unknown.
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In a secret room of Zhixingyuan, Fang Yizhi sat on the couch with his palms together.
"Use the mental method of knowing and doing, relax your mind, and don't resist the "Scorching Yang Qi" in your body! "
Mo Qianshan, Han Chanjuan's coachman and former head of the Xuantian Sect, sat behind Fang Yizhi and slowly stretched out his palm to touch the back of his heart.
Xuantian Jue is an extremely special mental method. It is said that it was created more than 200 years ago by Gou Zixun, the founding master of the Xuantian Sect and a strange woman of a generation.
The true energy of practicing Xuantian Jue is extremely soft and pure, inclusive of all things, and is not rejected by other true energy of any sect in the world.
Back then, the master of the Zongjian Sect saw the sky while creating and refining the new sword sutra, and accidentally fell into a demonic state. Gou Zixun used Xuantian Jue to save him.
Fang Yizhi followed the instructions and used the mental method of knowing and doing, and no longer resisted the burning sun energy in his body that was tormenting him.
The Sunburn True Qi was not suppressed in Fang Yizhi's body, and began to move around wildly, trying to rush into the Danji. Suddenly, an extremely soft True Qi invaded along the Shaoyin Heart Meridian in his hand, like a smear on the rice paper. A ball of light ink gently wrapped it, and Zhiyang Zhenqi was beating like a frightened rabbit.
Fang Yizhi gritted his teeth and held back the severe pain in his body. Instantly, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Zhiyang Zhenqi rushed left and right in his meridians, and soon broke through the package of soft Zhenqi.
Mo Qianshan injected twice as much zhenqi, but Zhiyang zhenqi was like a strong deer that ran around and couldn't be tamed.
Seeing that Fang Yizhi's chest and abdomen were all red, and his skin was scalding hot. Once Zhiyang Zhenqi rushed into his Danji, the consequences would be disastrous.
Mo Qianshan gritted his teeth and used all his skills. He was a long-famous master of the True Self Realm. He saw the pure True Qi continuously entering Fang Yizhi's body, tightly wrapped around the Sunburn True Qi like a spider's thread. gas.
As if feeling the breath of danger, Zhiyang Zhenqi struggled fiercely, like a moth stuck in a spider web, fighting to the death.
Mo Qianshan snorted coldly, the golden brilliance between his eyebrows flashed away, and the wrinkles on his face became more profound. The few black hairs on his temples turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye...
As time goes by, the Zhiyang Qi becomes smaller and smaller, and becomes weaker and weaker. It is refined bit by bit by Xuantian Jue, and gradually merges with Fang Yizhi's Zhixing Qi...
After an unknown amount of time, the door to the secret room opened. Mo Qianshan's face was full of tiredness, as if he had become much older.
Wei Zhilin, who was waiting outside the door, bowed deeply: "Sect Master Lao Mo!"
Mo Qianshan waved his hand and left without answering.
Just as Wei Zhilin was about to go in to check Fang Yizhi's injury, a handyman came over in a hurry: "Master, it's not good, it's not good!"
"Why are you panicking?"
Wei Zhilin frowned and asked.
"The back mountain...the mountain in the back mountain collapsed, the attic collapsed, and several big trees were broken..."
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The court hall of the Da Chen Empire was filled with smoke and smoke.
Emperor Chen was sitting on the dragon chair, his face was ashen, and the knuckles of the clenched fists in the sleeves of his dragon robe turned a little white from exerting force...
The court meeting was going on as usual today, and the civil servants and generals were discussing the war in Xiliang in full swing.
Officials led by the Minister of Dali Temple and Zuojinwu Guard Liu Daxia believed that Cui Canyun's command errors in the Battle of Daqingyu led to the disastrous defeat of the Dachen Empire and the death and injury of tens of thousands of soldiers. This crime was unforgivable and should be severely punished.
However, the officials of the Cui family, headed by Cui Yizhong, the Imperial College and the Minister of Civil Affairs, tried their best to defend themselves. The two sides were at loggerheads and had a heated argument...
There was a buzzing sound in the main hall. Emperor Chen rubbed his brows a little irritably and looked indifferently at the mess of the ministers below.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Suddenly, a young man from the Yellow Gate ran in in a panic, knelt down on the ground, and cried loudly: "Your Majesty, Mr. Ding... Mr. Ding has passed away..."
The court hall suddenly became quiet, and the civil and military officials in the court were stunned on the spot...
"What...you...tell me again?"
Emperor Chen stood up with a horrifying expression and his voice trembled slightly.
Xiao Huangmen, who was kneeling on the ground, was trembling and repeated what he just said.
Emperor Chen stood stunned on the spot, as if he could not digest the news for a while.
"ah……"
After a long while, Emperor Chen screamed in pain, held his forehead with one hand, and fell backwards...
Fortunately, the eunuchs and ladies standing by had quick eyesight and quick hands, and they helped the fainting Emperor Chen in time.
"His Majesty……"
"Your Majesty! The Royal Physician... Quickly call the Royal Physician!"
All the ministers below the rank lost their countenance and were immediately in chaos.
"I... lost my arm in pain!"
After a long while, Emperor Chen woke up faintly, covered his face with his sleeves and cried bitterly: "Prime Minister Ding...the pillar of the country...God will not bless me, Chen. My heart aches...my heart aches!"
All the civil and military ministers in the palace looked sad when they heard this, and secretly sighed in their hearts. The Prime Minister had been ill and bedridden for many years, and had long been far away from the center of the imperial court. Once he passed away, His Majesty cried bitterly, and was so blessed by the Holy Family. It was really touching. …
Seeing that the court meeting could not be held, Emperor Chen stopped his grief and led a group of ministers to Ding Mansion.
The Dingding Prime Minister's Mansion was solemn, with white silk hanging high and black curtains densely covered. Ding Feiyong was wearing linen and wearing mourning. Ding Wenruo, who was dressed in plain clothes, cried with pear blossoms and rain. He was supported by servants and knelt down to welcome the arrival of His Majesty the Emperor.
In the mourning hall, Emperor Chen first paid his condolences to Prime Minister Ding Fengyuan, and then held Ding Feiyong's hand to comfort him. Emperor Chen recalled that Ding was quite young, working hard and sleeping night and day, and devoted himself to the country and the people. He couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes were wet. .
A group of ministers also followed to express their condolences in front of the soul. Some of Prime Minister Ding's disciples saw this scene before and were so sad that they couldn't help but burst into tears. The Prime Minister's mansion suddenly became gloomy and sad...
Emperor Chen walked out of the mourning hall with heavy steps, raised one leg and just crossed the threshold with one foot, when a concerned voice came from the noise.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body! I heard that Your Majesty had another headache today..."
Emperor Chen suddenly turned his head and saw the imperial physician Hua Zhong kneeling in the crowd, looking at him expectantly.
Emperor Chen immediately became furious and strode to Hua Zhong. He cursed with his halberd finger: "You are a bitch... I order you to diagnose and treat Prime Minister Ding. I will provide you with all the rare medicinal materials and I will ask for them in the palace... You... you... ...You actually...what do I need from you?"
Hua Zhong knelt there, his head lowered to the ground in fear, and his whole body was shaking. After hearing what Emperor Chen said, he suddenly raised his head, with a flash of panic and hesitation on his face, and said: "Your Majesty... I am a humble minister..."
A trace of cruelty flashed in Emperor Chen's eyes, and before Hua Zhong could finish speaking, he kicked him hard in the heart.
After this kick, Hua Zhong spurted blood from his mouth and fell down on his back, lying on the ground, his face was like gold paper and his breath was like gossamer.
"You're a bitch! Give me back my life, Ding Xiangxian!"
Emperor Chen still couldn't understand his hatred and shouted angrily: "Come here, kill this dog and drag him down, crushing his bones and scattering ashes!"
