An autumn day hangs slantingly on the pine tree, the west wind blows coolly, and the whining sound among the branches and leaves seems like someone is crying.
The usually talkative insect became taciturn and boring, and it took him a long time to bark two or three times.
It seems that the sad winter is coming sooner or later.
Ye Wumian sat on the horse and gently hugged Luo Xiangzhu. As a man, it may not be appropriate to hold a woman like this.
The pedantic Mencius once used the ethics of "uncle and sister-in-law" to explain the great defense between men and women, but he also gave the "sister-in-law drowning" to lend a helping hand and the moral judgment buffer zone of "quanye".
Ye Wumian doesn't understand this, and he doesn't have time to think so much. All he thinks about now is ways to save himself.
In Luo Xiangzhu's ear, he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't worry, miss, there's still me."
Luo Xiangzhu felt his ears itching, but his fists became stronger. She grabbed the reins, pretended to cough, and took the opportunity to snort.
After receiving her reply, Ye Wumian felt a little calmer.
He took the time to look at the few Black Elk gang members who were following him: Lai Cong had poison in his eyes, and Zhang Daqiu's complexion remained unchanged. As for the others, they took out dry food at some point and ate it randomly while walking, like old horses in a hurry. , casually eating a mouthful of grass on the roadside, nothing particular.
Ye Wumian thought: "Taking out dry food to eat means that this place is still far away from the Black Elk Peak's nest. Otherwise, these thieves can completely hold back their hunger and eat hot food when they return to their nest."
He took a deep breath. After all, Jianghu experience has not been completely thrown away. Detailed observations that come in handy in time are enough to determine life or death.
"Since I can still stay on horseback for a while, I must seize this precious opportunity to complete the retrograde of my internal strength. In order to fight for a glimmer of survival!"
While Zhang Daqiu and others were receiving the attentive lunch from his subordinates, they did not pay attention to their own side. Ye Wumian clenched his teeth and quietly turned his left palm.
Internal force begins to break through the shackles of inertia, moving in a direction different from the past, embarking on a retrograde path.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has been practicing the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time..."
"Heart Sutra" was recited secretly in his mind. The logic of qi movement explained in the Heart Sutra began to overturn and move in the opposite direction.
A thin layer of sweat soon broke out on his head. A familiar feeling slowly developed and gradually became stronger: the retrograde meridians seemed to be touching the table repeatedly with the numb tendons in the crook of the elbow.
Very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.
Normal people don't do this. If a normal person accidentally touches a numb muscle, he will immediately remove his hand instead of touching it again and again.
But people with retrograde meridians act like crazy. After knocking once, they still feel numbness and pain, and then hit again, and again, and again...each time harder and faster than the last time.
Untimely, inappropriate, inappropriate.
"Uh..." When he went retrograde to the Jingmen point, Ye Wumian couldn't bear the pain and groaned softly.
His eyes flickered, like candles in the wind, in danger.
Zhang Daqiu heard the sound and looked towards him.
The red-bearded old horse suddenly snorted, covering up the groaning sound. His walking became less stable, and the horse's back began to bump.
The thief was full of suspicion, chewing dry food in his mouth, and scolding his godmother: "Little maid, why is your face suddenly so white? It's like paper pricking someone's face. The sweat is like a big bean. What disease do you have? Don't do it. He’s dead, but I haven’t even started enjoying it yet!”
Ye Wumian temporarily buffered his acupuncture point, with a sad smile on his pale lips, and said: "King Zhang, I am a martial artist, how can I get sick easily?"
Zhang Daqiu asked suspiciously: "Then why are you sweating profusely?"
Ye Wumian pretended to cough a few times, as if he was about to cough up his lungs with the bumps of the old red-bearded horse.
He pointed at Lai Cong and said: "When the slave family has martial arts, they will naturally not get sick easily. But now, the meridians have been sealed by some needle of this thief, causing all the internal energy to run around in the body, turning the world upside down, and no one can control it. . The slave hasn’t vomited blood yet, so it’s already settled. Your Majesty, just have fun!"
Just after he finished speaking, Lai Cong spurted out all the dregs of dry food in his mouth. He didn't care about eating. He pointed at Ye Wumian and said loudly: "Spurt blood on others, spit on others with blood! My Jumai Divine Needle only seals the meridians, so how could it not be possible?" To mess with your internal energy for no reason? It’s obvious that you got the disease yourself, so don’t blame my needle!”
Ye Wumian weakly made a long throat sound, as if he wanted to argue, but was unable to do so.
After a while, even the hand holding Luo Xiangzhu dropped. He murmured: "That's it, that's all."
Luo Xiangzhu immediately turned around and called his name anxiously: "Amian, Amian!"
Seeing that Ye Wumian had no reaction, she stared at Zhang Da Qiu with her big eyes and said, "If Amian has any shortcomings, I will bite my tongue and commit suicide. Then, you and the two corpses can go to the wedding ceremony!"
The tone was so strong, it was like sprinkling chili powder in the autumn wind, making people unable to open their eyes.
He stayed awake all night with his eyes half-closed, not letting down his guard. After hearing Luo Xiangzhu's words, I was moved and amused.
He secretly thought: "Miss, if we really turn into two corpses, I will escort you on the road to hell. I will be more alert by then and will not put you in danger like this time." .”
Just as he was thinking wildly, Zhang Daqiu came over shaking his head with a confused look in his eyes. Ye Wumian's hand was held and his pulse was pinched at the same time.
At this moment, his heart was pounding. If Zhang Daqiu had any malicious intentions, he would directly crush his pulse, and Huangquan Luke would immediately appear at his feet.
The feared situation did not arise. Ye Wumian pretended to open his eyes forcefully, and when he saw Zhang Daqiu's ugly scowled face, he heard the thief frown and say, "Young maid really didn't lie to me. Her internal energy was so random that it was so damn retrograde."
Ye Wumian's brows twitched. As soon as this bandit took a pulse, he could actually discover that his internal energy was going retrograde; if he went one step further and discovered his intentions, he would probably no longer be able to survive.
His heart beat even more violently, and the internal force that had stopped rushing into the acupoints actually became active again. It gathered around the Jingmen acupoint and started to move consciously: forward and backward, jumping left and right, moving up and down, There is no pattern.
Ye Wumian's face naturally turned white and red due to the overwhelming anger. To outsiders, it looked like his injuries were aggravated, and there were even signs of a maniac.
Such a tragic situation made Lai Cong and Zhang Daqiu not think that he was deliberately retrograde his internal energy. They only thought that he was indeed injured by the Juemin Needle and his internal energy was disordered, which led to the retrograde.
Lai Cong looked at Ye Wumian's face, which seemed to be about to die at any moment, and said, "Your Majesty, this little maid is about to die. Why don't you wait until she dies, and you can do it while it's hot! It will be much easier for you then."
Zhang Daqiu glared at Lai Cong so hard that the scoundrel couldn't speak, so he had to hold his mouth with dry food with one hand.
