After Ye Wumian said these words, the candle that was about to be blown out stopped shaking and returned to calm. It just burned vertically.
The strong wind outside the house suddenly stopped, the whining sound fell silent, and everything just now seemed to be an illusion and elusive.
He took a deep breath. He dragged the makeup kit over, took out a piece of copper mirror sandwiched inside, dipped it in smelly powder, and started to put on makeup.
He has been pretending to be a woman for many years and has a basic skill in makeup. He can wear the makeup that is popular among women nowadays as well as the slightly more old-fashioned makeup.
He thought that since he was going to kill Zhang Daqiu tonight, he would have to put on some glamorous makeup.
His hands were shaking slightly.
Until now, he still has not completed the last step of the retrograde internal force. The internal force in the Tanzhong acupoint has not yet been channeled into the Dantian.
To say he is not in a hurry would be a lie. The "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" has been recited countless times in his heart, and the guidance of his internal energy is also going on again and again.
But still no progress.
He smiled bitterly, "If the Dantian and Tanzhong points are still blocked, then God will kill me."
If you can't use your internal strength, what can you use to fight Zhang Daqiu?
Just by the hairpin on your head?
He began to wonder whether tonight's strategy of recommending himself as a pillow was too hasty and arbitrary.
This strategy is tantamount to gambling, betting all on one's own ability to reverse the meridians.
If the bet fails, all bets are lost.
It can be said that you are gambling with your life.
He put on makeup, sat on the bed, activated his inner strength, and recited the Heart Sutra silently. At the same time, he was entangled for a long time before he finally let go.
He thought secretly: "However, even if it was hasty and arbitrary, this was the most correct choice I could make at that time. Even if I failed, at least I can proudly say that I tried my best to let the young lady live as long as possible in this world. One day."
"At that time, when I go to see the master under Jiuquan, I can also say to him: Master, Amian, I did my best."
Under the local situation at that time, the situation was completely controlled by the thieves. He had no other choice but to take this action. Therefore, instead of blaming himself, it was better to let go.
Thinking of this, he seemed to relax, and a smile appeared on his lips that transcended any earthly emotion.
"The Heart Sutra says, 'The heart has no worries, and since there are no worries, there is no fear.'
Sometimes I worry about my inability to succeed, and sometimes I worry about the safety of the young lady tomorrow. It seems that I am trying to counteract the meridians, but in fact, my mind is completely occupied by these external things.
In this way, even if the meridians are flushed ten thousand times and the meridians are reversed ten thousand times, the Dantian will always be the other side that cannot be reached. "
Having read the Heart Sutra for many years, at this moment, he had a completely new understanding of this verse.
A kind of pure driving force that was born from nowhere, expels all the distracting thoughts in the heart, and only the Dantian, Tanzhong point, and internal force are left in the whole sea of consciousness.
The scenery around me suddenly changed. The black smoking lampstand, table, dressing gown, bed, bamboo hut, and even Wuxian herself all disappeared at a certain moment.
In front of his eyes, a huge red sphere appeared, hanging high in the void and untouchable.
"What's this?"
"Huh? What am I?"
Suddenly, his cognition turned into chaos, and he fell into torture of himself and the world.
Before he could think about it, he felt cold, hungry, and physically very impulsive and needy.
And the huge red ball was spinning steadily, glowing with temptation, and there seemed to be something on it that could satisfy all his needs.
"I want to go to the red ball!" He strengthened his belief and wanted to go to the red ball.
But how to get up there?
He looked around. In this almost completely empty space, there were no ladders, no ropes, and no place to climb. He himself seemed to have no hands or feet. He could not jump, walk, or crawl. …
How to get to the red ball?
As hunger, cold, and physiological impulses intensified, his desire for the red ball reached a small peak. He desperately needed the red ball and wanted to go above the red ball.
However, he lacks all the tools that can lead to the red ball, lacks hands and feet that can move.
"What can I do? What should I do?"
He was so anxious that he wanted to cry.
Even if there are no eyes, no nose and no mouth, how can you cry?
What kind of urgency is the so-called urgency?
"I really want everything to be destroyed..."
In this extremely anxious and torturous moment, there was only a "squeak" sound, and the scene in front of me changed again, and the floating red ball suddenly disappeared.
The candlestick came into view first, the light swayed, the wind outside the door came in, and the room, table, and window sill reappeared in front of him one by one.
It was Zhang Daqiu who opened the door and walked into the house.
The thief was wearing a coarse red coat with a big red flower on his chest. He dressed himself up as a groom, opened the door of the bamboo house, and pushed Ye Wumian out of the illusion he had just had.
Ye Wumian's heart was beating wildly. He became particularly nervous and anxious: "What's going on? Where's the red ball? Where's the illusion? Why did all this suddenly disappear?!"
He closed his eyes and tried to get himself into the worry-free, distracting-thought-free state again.
However, due to the sense of urgency that had already begun in the illusion and the intrusion of Zhang Daqiu, his heart had already been stirred up like muddy water. In a short period of time, he could not calm down at all, and the rare illusion did not Expand again.
He vaguely felt that if he could successfully reach the red ball in the illusion, he would successfully connect the Dantian and Tanzhong points, truly complete the retrograde internal force, and reach a new martial arts realm: those who have internal force in the world. Among people, he became the only master who could reverse the passage of meridians.
The bright prospect of victory is right in front of us, almost only one step away. It can be said that success is about to fail...
Ye Wumian sighed deeply and opened his heavy eyes. The opportunity had been missed, and there was no point in regretting it. He could only continue to face the bleak life in front of him.
Zhang Daqiu seemed to have drunk a lot of wine. From the smell of the wine, Ye Wumian could smell it, including Miwu wine to restore internal strength, and other wines.
Several kinds of wine were mixed together, and the smell was strong and very pungent.
However, this is the only good news for Ye Wumian right now.
If you don't get drunk when you play big ball, you won't have a chance if you don't sleep at night.
This thief was drunk, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Wumian.
Ye Wumian put on a lot of makeup, which made her look extremely gorgeous. She looked even more beautiful under the lamp.
As the saying goes, beauty is seen under the lamp. Because the lamp in ancient times was dark, the flaws on the beauty's face were not easy to see. In the haze, the man's mind made up for the beauty in the dark places, which also magnified the beauty of the beauty.
When Zhang Daqiu saw Ye Wumian dressed up and waiting, the light from his eyes could wake up the dead bones in his ancestors' graves.
Wine is the medium of sex. The thief roared low, and regardless of his dignity, he pounced on me like a hungry wolf: "Second Madam, you can't wait any longer!"
