West lake.

Leifeng Tower.

It is in the long ancient alley facing Leifeng Pagoda.

The vicissitudes of stone roads, peeling and dilapidated gray-white walls, and dull yellow rusty street lamps. All these things are full of the vicissitudes and ruins of history.

The stone pavement that had just rained was washed clean by the rain. The drops of water from the eaves of the roadside are still falling to the ground one by one, making a crisp and ethereal sound.

This is the case in Qiantang in October, which is hot and rainy.

The rain comes and goes quickly, and when the sky dawns tomorrow, there will be no clouds and a clear sky on time.

A wizened old man flashed through the rainy alley. His silver-gray long braids, in the dim yellow light, left an afterimage, making the whole picture frightening and weird, chilling.

Lame, but able to walk like flying, isn't it a ghost or something?

The old man is about seventy or eighty years old, but his childish appearance makes people unable to see his real age. The only thing that is certain is that it must be very old, as old as if you want to step half a foot into a coffin.

He ran until the end of the alley, stopping at a dilapidated wooden door.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The old man grabbed the iron ring on the wooden door and slammed it hard.

"Come in. There was a dull sound from inside the door.

The silver-haired old man did not push the door in, but his hand on the iron ring secretly lucked, and with a "click", he flew in from the courtyard wall. His lame left foot moved in the air, and his right foot stepped on the moon, and he fell silently into the courtyard.

"Master, the old thief of Lingyin Temple has finally moved. The silver-haired old man made an eerie gurgling sound from his throat, like the rattling of the shafts of an old wooden door.

In front of him, a middle-aged man with a bare body crossed knees.

Bareheaded.

The whole brain is tattooed with Buddhist lotus flowers, the flowers are delicate, but there is a fierce and bloody smell.

"Go on. The naked man continued to sit with his back to the silver-haired old man, with no intention of turning his head or getting up.

"There was a young man from Mingzhu City, who was seriously injured and was escorted into the monastery by an old thief. The silver-haired old man said in a strange voice, hoarse and dry.

"The youth of Pearl City?" The bald man with the lotus tattoo stood up abruptly and turned to look at the silver-haired old man.

At the same time, his true face of Lushan was also revealed in the dim light.

The fierce gods are vicious, and the anger is monstrous.

"How old is the person who came, but the Wang family is a sinful species?" the lotus man's eyes flashed with ferocity, and his tone was solemn.

"It looks like he is less than twenty, which is very similar to the age of the Wang family. The silver-haired old man whispered.

"Eighteen years!" Lotus Man took a deep breath and said, "I have been here for eighteen years, just to wait for the Wang family's evil seed." Since he can alarm the old thief Nalan Shangwu, even if it is not the evil seed of the Wang family, it must have a lot to do with it. Hmph, it's better to kill by mistake than to miss it. Let's go, I'll meet that old thing. ”

"Master. The silver-haired old man's dead eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance and said, "The old thief has been operating in the Lingyin Temple for eighteen years, and I'm afraid it's not easy to break in." ”

"It's not easy to break in. Otherwise, why would I have to wait here for eighteen years?" the Lotus man put on an old-fashioned shirt and pushed the door open.

The long alley of ancient vicissitudes suddenly has two more figures.

One is as thin as firewood, and the other is as majestic as a mountain.

In an instant, it added a sense of desolation to this lifeless long alley.

In the abbot's room of Lingyin Temple, Master Huineng, who was healing Lin Luo's luck, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression sank, and he secretly exclaimed: "It's not good, there are masters in the temple."

Fine sweat was dripping on his forehead, and the internal qi in his body was surging and roaring, making a deep sound like a river crashing on the shore.

The five points on Lin Luo's chest, which had originally stopped bleeding, collapsed again, and the black blood that was as black as ink continued to pour out of the wound, emitting bursts of foul odor.

Healing is at a critical juncture.

"How's that good?" said Master Huineng...... , No, it should be Nalan Shangwu, he has deep internal strength and excellent ear power, and he is taking every sound of most of the temple into his ears.

The people who broke into the temple performed the Shaolin Temple's dragon and tiger subjugation. The inner qi is strong, fierce and fierce.

Judging by the sound, it is getting closer and closer to the abbot's room.

"Bang!"

Finally, the wooden door of the abbot's room was violently smashed open. The disciples who guarded the abbot's room smashed on the ground with the door.

"Red Lotus Monk?" Nalan Shangwu looked at the middle-aged man who stepped in, and said with a shocked expression: "Why are you in Qiantang?

"Hahahaha! Nalan Shangwu, I didn't expect that eighteen years have passed, and you still remember the contemptible law. Why am I here, are you surprised? Who said that you are only allowed to live in seclusion in the Lingyin Temple and be your abbot of Huineng, and I will not be allowed to hide in Qiantang? Say, is this person a demon of the Wang family?" The Red Lotus monk stepped on the seven stars and walked step by step.

"The demon of the Wang family?" Nalan Shangwu snorted coldly and said: "Eighteen years ago, he died in the hands of your Xuanmen, where did the demon of the Wang family come from? His surname is Lin and his name is Lin Luo." It is a friend of mine who is a perfumer. ”

"Lin Luo, follow Lin Xiutu's surname, haha, that's him. The Red Lotus monk laughed, descended the dragon with one hand, and subdued the tiger with the other, and attacked Lin Luo.

"Hugh has to be presumptuous!" Nalan Shangwu roared angrily, and the whole person rose in the air, slashing at the Red Lotus Monk with one palm, and at the same time, the other hand continued to carry Lin Luo's back, continuously transporting internal qi.

Lin Luo sat on the futon, empty and empty, quiet and quiet, and had already put himself out of the matter, not affected by anything in the abbot's room.

His thoughts are ethereal, and he actually has the artistic conception of sitting on the Buddha's life and death. The whole person is stripped of his body and soul. Enter a wonderful cosmic space.

He realized life and death.

One thought of life, one thought of death.

At the same time, in his lower dantian, the internal qi automatically operated, walking the meridians, running Zhou Tian, and pouring out towards the four hundred and nine qi mansions in the whole body. When it runs to the five acupoints of Jizhong, Zhangmen, Neiguan, Taichong and Zhongguan, the internal qi is stagnant and difficult to pass.

The thought of life and death became stronger and stronger with the blockage of internal qi.

He is so angry that his life is in danger at any time.

"Not good!" Nalan Shangwu, who noticed Lin Luo's abnormality, his expression changed sharply, and he took a sharp breath, and he hit it out in an instant.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the strong Lotus Monk was knocked away by Nalan Shangwu's punch.

But at the same time, Nalan Shangwu also "poofed" and burst out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahahaha, even disregarding life and death to punch this one, it seems that it must be the Wang family's evil seed. The corner of the Lotus monk's mouth overflowed with blood, and he laughed presumptuously: "Lao Tzu has been waiting for eighteen years, and this is the day he has been waiting for." If you hadn't stolen the Wang family's evil seed and fled all the way to Qiantang, Lao Tzu would not have stayed in this ghost place for eighteen years. The demons of the royal family, suffer death!"

The lotus monk roared, and the air in his hand connected the seal, forming a fierce black lotus flower, and pressed towards Lin Luo's chest.

At the same time, the silver-haired old man limped to the ground, and his thin dry hands poked at Nalan Shangwu's temples.

The moment of life and death.

Lin Luo's soul wandering in the void suddenly felt the breath of death brought by the black lotus, and in an instant, he comprehended the great horror of "life and death", and instantly returned to his place and returned to his body.

"Whew!"

Lin Luo opened his eyes suddenly.

Hands interlaced in an instant, pushing forward.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

The lotus monk and the lame old man were knocked out by Lin Luo's mighty internal strength at the same time.

The violent force directly pierced the abbot's room of the pure wooden building and knocked the two out of the abbot's room.

"Bang bang!" Five crisp sounds sounded in succession, and the five acupoints of Lin Luo's body, Zhangmen, Neiguan, Taichong, and Zhongguan, and at the same time, black blood shot out, forcing out all the internal qi left in his body by the withered old man.

Lin Luo felt that in the lower dantian, there was an internal qi that was automatically conceived, and he couldn't help but have a light in his eyes, and couldn't help but be surprised: "It turns out that this is the realm of internal strength, and it is really mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful." ”

He was about to get up immediately, but he was held down by Nalan Shangwu with a panicked expression.

"Young Master Lin, you can't move yet. Quickly disperse the internal qi of the dantian and close the major acupoints. Otherwise, there is a fear for your life. Nalan Shangwu exclaimed, and hurriedly activated his internal qi to protect Lin Luo's heart.

At the same time, the Lotus Monk, who was seriously injured, also got up from the ground.

"Immortal Silkworm Peerlessness?" Monk Lotus pressed the chest that was hit, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said with fear on his face: "How can you be such a lost ancient martial artist?"

The lotus monk's face turned pale, and he grabbed the half-dead silver-haired old man with one hand and retreated in shock.

The immortal silkworm is the legendary silkworm. Ordinary silkworms sleep three times and die in January. But the silkworm sleeps nine times and does not die in the end. Thousands of years ago, there was a martial arts master who occasionally got a silkworm, and finally comprehended this silkworm and created the "Immortal Silkworm".

Lin Luo was hovering on the line of life and death just now, just like a silkworm sleeping.

Every time you sleep, you will continue to cultivate. Sleeping a total of nine times, you can refine the body of the legendary immortal silkworm. But every time you sleep, the danger will add one point, and the further back, the more terrifying and difficult it will be.

If you are not careful, it is likely that the soul and body will be stripped away, and you will die completely, and the immortal silkworm will become a dead silkworm!

"Immortal Silkworm?" Lin Luo looked at the frightened Lotus Monk, and looked at Nalan Shangwu suspiciously: "Abbot Huineng, what is "Immortal Silkworm"?"

Nalan Shangwu shook his head and said, "Young Master Lin, the poor monk is lonely and unheard, and he has never heard of the kung fu of "Immortal Silkworm". However, it is also a blessing that the lotus monk who can frighten the Xuanmen can be regarded as a blessing. ”

"Even the abbot of Huineng doesn't know about the "Immortal Silkworm"? How can this lotus monk know? Or is it that the palm I just made just now is just a little similar to the mastery in his mouth. Lin Luo felt Nalan Shangwu's continuous internal qi, and said in a deep voice: "Abbot Huineng, the blood has all been discharged, can you collect your qi?"

"Is your internal qi all gone?" said Nalan Shangwu Zhengse.

"It's all gone. Lin Luo was puzzled: "Abbot Huineng, I just stepped into the realm of internal strength, why do you want to disperse these internal qi?"

"Herein lies the problem. Nalan Shangwu sighed and said, "According to common sense, it is impossible for you to break through the realm when the five acupoints are injured. But now he has broken through the realm, and he has fought with Nalan Shangwu. As a result, the old wounds in your five acupoints have not healed, and new wounds have been added. If you don't dissipate your internal qi, you're likely to completely destroy your acupoints. ”

"So what now?" Lin Luo exclaimed.

"For the next week, you won't be able to refine your qi anymore, let alone use any strength, including Ming Jin and Internal Qi. Otherwise, your knack will collapse, and you won't be lucky in the future!"

"So serious?" Lin Luo's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly asked, "Is there any way to recover sooner?"

One week?

A week later, the college basketball game was long over.

Nalan Shangwu pondered for a moment and said, "It's not that there is no way. In Qiantang, there is something that can nourish the acupoints. However, only the Situ family in Xiaoshan has it. If you want to recover early, you have to go to Situ's house to ask for this thing. ”