The setting sun is like blood, colorful clouds chase the moon, and the sunset is spread in the sky. The woods were dyed with a layer of red - I wonder if it was the redness of the leaves or the redness of the sky?
They should all be autumn red.
In the distance, Black Elk Peak is visible.
The mountain is not very high, but it controls the geomantic omen; the peak does not stand in the clouds, but you can still see the beauty of the undulations.
Ye Wumian, Luo Xiangzhu and the bandits have arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Ye Wumian squinted at Zhang Daqiu, and when he saw the pale face and shaky body, he snickered in his heart.
Before entering the bridal chamber, his body has already been eviscerated. This groom is not easy to be!
"Where's the Miuwo wine? Give me a refill of Miuwo wine!"
"Master, we've finished drinking the Miuwo wine." A member of the Black Elk Gang said with a grimace, "In order to heal that sick maid...your second wife, you kept using your internal energy and eating Miuwo. The wine replenishes the internal strength, and finally, you drank the last jar of Elk's Nest wine."
"Nonsense! How could you drink so fast? You must have drank secretly, so you're lying!"
"No no!"
…
The cursing Zhang Daqiu and the obedient Black Elk Gang were cast into long shadows by the setting sun.
Ye Wumian watched coldly for a while, then withdrew his attention.
At this moment, with the "help" of Zhang Daqiu, his great cause of reversing the flow of internal energy and reversing the meridians was almost completed.
As the members of the Black Elk Gang said, Zhang Daqiu almost acted as the "grain transport officer" for the "Second Madam" who stayed awake all night (according to the title of the gangsters, Luo Xiangzhu was the First Madam).
As long as Ye Wumian's acupuncture is blocked and his Qi is disordered, Zhang Daqiu will quickly inject his essence and internal energy into him to protect his Dantian and Jianjing acupoints because he is afraid that he will die.
This bandit was also simple-minded and never thought about other aspects. From the beginning to the end, he thought it was the calamity caused by the Juvenile Divine Needle, which was why he was like this. He never became suspicious. He just scolded Lai Cong while pouring his inner energy into Ye Wumian.
It's okay to inject it once or twice, but if you inject too much, the bandit can't bear it.
It would take a lot of time to accumulate such essence of internal energy, so it was naturally impossible to provide it continuously.
As luck would have it, Black Elk Peak produces a kind of wine called "Elk's Nest Wine", which is brewed from the meat and bones near the armpits of elk, as well as natural materials such as Polygonatum sibiricum and Ganoderma lucidum. It has the effect of replenishing qi and blood and accelerating the recovery of internal strength.
Every time Zhang Daqiu goes down the mountain to rob houses, he always brings Miwo Wine with him, and this time is no exception.
Whenever he felt his body was hollowed out after pouring his inner strength into Ye Wumian, he would take a jar of Miuwo wine from the minions and drink it while holding his head in his arms to replenish it.
Back and forth, the bandit injected eight times of internal energy into Ye Wumian, and drank eight jars of Elk's Nest wine, drinking up everything he brought with him.
Although I drank Miwo Wine frequently in a short period of time, the effect became less and less the longer I drank. But it was better than nothing. Zhang Daqiu still relied on the eight jars of Miuwo Wine to replenish his internal strength enough to help him reverse all the acupuncture points.
Without Zhang Da Qiu and these eight jars of Miuwo Wine, it would have been impossible to successfully unblock all the acupoints with Ye Wumian alone.
The funny thing is that when he made up his mind to rush to the acupoint, he never thought that the enemy who caused his trouble would actually become a "friend" without knowing it.
From this point of view, we, all living beings, do not need to worry in advance. Life is about finding tricks, taking advantage of situations, and leveraging strengths.
We must be good at using the enemy's greed and desires to solve our own predicament.
"If Zhang Daqiu hadn't been greedy for my body, I would have died a long time ago due to the failure of the acupuncture point."
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Putting aside distracting thoughts, Ye Wumian settled his thoughts and began to think about the last step and the most critical step in the reverse flow of internal energy and the reversal of meridians.
The acupuncture points have been opened, but how to let the true energy in the acupuncture points return to the Dantian to complete a retrograde cycle?
At the last acupoint, Tanzhong acupoint, he felt extremely smooth and his internal energy could flow unimpeded.
However, the direction of this unimpeded flow is not to the Dantian, but to the backward flow, into the acupuncture points that have been reversed.
The Dantian and Tanzhong points are obviously close at hand, but due to the blockage of retrograde internal energy, they seem to be far apart.
The current difficulty is no longer blocked or painful, nor is it a lack of internal strength.
But as Mr. Meng Haoran said, "If you want to save money, there is no boat."
I want to cross to the other side of Dantian, but how can I cross without a boat?
No matter how much internal energy is channeled, it always flows back, with no sign of entering the Dantian. The two seem to be in different dimensions.
"When the meridians were unblocked for the first time, I didn't feel this way. Now that the meridians are reversed, I have such troubles. From this point of view, it is too difficult for the internal energy to go backwards. Every step is difficult."
He should have thought that it would be extremely difficult to reverse internal force, otherwise the people in the world who could reverse internal force would not be the best in a hundred, but would be in the street.
It is not difficult to reverse the acupuncture points. As long as the meridians are clean and have few impurities, the internal strength is sufficient, there are experts to assist, there are natural materials and earthly treasures to supplement the internal strength, and you can endure the pain, you can basically reverse the pain.
However, the last step, connecting the Tanzhong point and Dantian, to realize the internal force retrograde for one week, is not something that can be achieved as long as the above conditions are met.
It requires understanding and opportunity.
This step is one step away, and it is also the distance between hell and heaven.
If you haven't taken this step, even if all the acupuncture points are reversed, there is no difference from a warrior who has not reversed any acupuncture points.
One thing is connected to all things, one thing is unavailable, and all kinds of things are unavailable.
After thinking hard for a long time without any ideas, he became more and more anxious on the night without sleep. Now, he still cannot use his internal power when using force.
When you meet someone who is strong or able to use your inner strength, he is just a piece of meat on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
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Under the last ray of sunset, the group walked through the mountain gate, and dozens of minions came to greet them.
Some sharp-eyed minions saw that Zhang Daqiu was in low spirits and shouted loudly: "Bring up the sedan and send the boss up the mountain!"
Ye Wumian sat on the horse, hugging Luo Xiangzhu, and whispered to her not to be afraid.
"Believe me, after tonight, I will come to save you tomorrow."
Taking advantage of the noisy shouting of the minions, Ye Wumian said a rather long story, and Luo Xiangzhu agreed with "uh huh" twice.
Zhang Daqiu got on the sedan chair and was carried up the mountain with difficulty by several bearers whose shoulders were deformed by the pressure.
The thief was sitting on the sedan chair, stopped drinking the sedan chair, looked back at Ye Wumian and the two of them, and called over a strong old woman-looking person from among the men, and said a few words in her ear.
The old woman understood immediately, looked at Ye Wumian and the two of them, and said, "Master, please go have a drink to replenish your strength. I will make arrangements first."
The old lady watched Zhang Daqiu go away, and then she called two clumsy and bulky women out of nowhere.
The old woman and these two women were both fleshy-faced, muscular, and round-waisted people, so strong that they could kill a bull together.
Only in this way can a woman stand firm in this stronghold where strong men gather.
The old woman, two women, and a few smart and clever men led the red-bearded old horse, led Ye and Luo, left the main road up the mountain, and went to another path.
At this time, night gradually invaded the mountain forest, and it became dark in the Black Elk Peak.
Ye Wumian sat on the horse and watched these people holding lanterns and leading the way, shining a very small amount of light.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, we reached an unknown place. It was completely dark in the forest, there was no moonlight in the sky, and we couldn't see our fingers.
The few lanterns in front are like ghostly will-o'-wisps floating in the air, without roots or sources.
At a certain moment, the old woman suddenly turned her head and looked at Ye Wumian, her sinister teeth bared, revealing a somewhat terrifying expression.
Ye Wumian kept staring ahead, thinking hard about the last step in the reverse passage. Turning around without any warning, the old lady's hideous and ugly face, illuminated by the dim light of the lantern, really frightened him, and he almost fell off his horse.
He habitually raised his qi to be on guard, and his internal force moved forward. When it reached the Jianjing point and was blocked, he felt pain. It was like waking up from a dream: the Pipa bone was still interspersed with the Jue Meridian Divine Needle, and it was hopeless to move forward.
He quickly reversed his internal energy, and even though he couldn't reach his Dantian, it was of no help in fighting. At least he felt confident in his heart.
"Why did you stop?" Ye Wumian looked at the old woman and asked.
The old woman laughed strangely and said: "Second Madam, we have arrived at Fengshan Rock. The small bamboo house here is your and the headmaster's new house tonight. It's time for you to get off the horse."
When she said this, her blood-red gums were exposed. With his white teeth, he looked scary under the lantern.
Ye Wumian felt the tight grip on his hand, and Luo Xiangzhu's body was already trembling. Obviously, the old woman's appearance frightened her.
Patting her waist and signaling her not to be afraid, Ye Wumian said loudly: "So fast? Okay, Master, let's dismount together!"
Just as she was about to pull Luo Xiangzhu to dismount, the old woman waved her thick arm and stopped Luo Xiangzhu, saying: "I just said that the small bamboo house here is the bridal chamber of the second lady and the king. Our mountain residence is simple, the bamboo house is small, and the big Madam can’t stay here, so I can’t dismount with you.”
Ye Wumian frowned and said, "Then, where are you going to arrange for the eldest lady to live?"
The old woman said: "Tonight, we will place it on the high chair slope in the north. There is a clean wooden house there. We can decorate it as the eldest lady's new house tomorrow."
Sleepless night, my heart tightened.
He had previously set up a plan to ask himself to have a bridal chamber with Zhang Daqiu first, which was to buy time to resolve the crisis; but he did not expect that this would also mean that he would be temporarily separated from Luo Xiangzhu.
Even if they were only separated for a short night, in this crisis-ridden Black Elk Peak, there could be infinite changes in one night. How could he feel at ease?
There was a look of surprise on his face, and he was about to refuse. His eyes quickly passed over the Black Elk Gang, and he saw the old woman and three other women. They were all fierce women, and they probably weighed more than 500 kilograms in total.
The three of them working together can easily control themselves who cannot use their internal strength. Not to mention there are several smart and sophisticated minions on the side.
The advantage lies with the enemy, and rejection is useless. Just when he was angry, Luo Xiangzhu suddenly plucked up the courage and said, "Okay, Auntie, it's up to you. I'll live in Gaozhipo. How far is it from here?"
The old lady said: "It's not that far, less than a mile. It's just that the road is a bit difficult. But you don't have to worry. Later, Aunt An and Tan beside you will lead you there to ensure that you don't have to bleed." Khan, just go up that slope."
Luo Xiangzhu turned around and said to Ye Wumian, "Amian, that's it."
Luo Xiangzhu's words woke up the sleepless night.
He thought carefully: "Miss is right, we can only do this for the time being. Now that we are behind bars, we can only obey first. Only by accepting the grievances in front of us can we strive for freedom in the future."
Fortunately, I know Luo Xiangzhu's whereabouts. If everything goes well tonight, we can go check on the safety.
It's useless to think too much, Ye Wuxian said: "Okay! Please ask the two aunts to take more care of my master. If my master and servant can secure their positions as first lady and second lady in the Black Elk Gang in the future, they will definitely I will repay the three aunts for their care."
The three women were noncommittal. One of the minions couldn't help but said: "Little maid, don't talk nonsense for now. In this village, there have always been flowing ladies and iron-clad aunts. You..."
Before he finished speaking, there was only a "pop" sound and a slap on the face of the gangster.
The old woman didn't even look at this guy, and helped Ye Wumian get off the horse. She waved her hand, and An and Tan, together with all their followers, led their horses and Luo Xiangzhu, holding lanterns, and walked north.
The mountain breeze blew, making me shiver during the sleepless night.
The old woman raised the lantern and said with a sinister smile: "Second Madam, let's go into the house first. We have to hurry up for this happy event tonight. The King is expected to come to have sex with you in less than an hour, so we are putting on makeup and getting ready. , you have to speed up the cleaning of the room!"
Ye Wumian is already used to the old lady's scary smile. He said expressionlessly: "Well, that's what I meant. I need to put on makeup quickly. I can't keep the king waiting for a long time - what do you call me, aunt?"
"The last name is Yang."
Aunt Yang led Ye Wumian to a small bamboo house. Under the lantern, the bamboo house glowed with a faint green light.
Aunt Yang pushed open the door of the room, followed closely by Ye Wumian. The smell of dusty blood and a faint rotten smell hit her face with the flow of air.
Aunt Yang opened the lantern cover and lit the oil lamp on the windowsill.
The thin black smoke was blown away by the wind, and then there was a blur of light in the dark room.
The firelight flickered, and the furnishings and arrangements of the house gradually came into view.
"Several ladies have died in this house, and one of them was also the second lady at the time. The second lady, she died in the worst way. After being feasted on by the four kings in turn, she still wanted to escape, so I had to take the knife handle myself. She killed.
At that time, the ground was covered with blood. Even after washing it many times, it still smells. "
Aunt Yang's fangs were exposed and she chuckled: "I hope you, Second Madam, don't be afraid. As long as you are obedient, I won't do anything random with my sword."
Ye Wumian walked into the house, walked around, and quickly explored the small bamboo house, which was only two feet square.
Just a bed, a table, and a window sill.
There was an open makeup kit on the table, which contained lip paper and powder. It was half new and half old. In addition to the smell of blood, it also exuded an unpleasant and strange smell, which was disgusting.
He also smiled and looked at Aunt Yang and said: "The Nu family slept in the Yizhuang when they were young, so naturally they are not afraid of these things. But they are afraid of the cold, very afraid of the cold. It is already a bit cold in the mountains. Aunt Yang, can you hold the door? Close it?"
He tightened his clothes and breathed into his hands, looking trembling.
"I have to change clothes and put on makeup for the second lady later. I don't need you to tell me, I will also close the door."
Just as Aunt Yang turned around and closed the door, Ye Wumian pulled out the copper hairpin with garlic in her bun with two fingers. A cold murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and with the dim light of the oil lamp, she stabbed Aunt Yang on the back of her neck. .
