Su Jing guessed well, the reason why his body has changed so much is really because the old man did not hesitate to consume internal strength to cut the marrow for himself.

T City is located in the north of China, the night in December is unusually cold, the north wind is howling, dripping into ice, but Su Jing, who is naked, is burning and painful, as if he is in a blazing fire.

The old man's hands seemed to be on fire, and he moved his palms like flying, constantly patting and kneading Su Jing's body, quickly and evenly, from top to bottom, without missing an inch of skin. The old man's hands passed, Su Jing's body turned red, and there were tiny flames beating, if you looked closely, you would find that those tiny flames drilled into the pores on the skin, burning the filth and impurities in Su Jing's body, and finally the black filth was discharged from the pores.

Su Jing trembled all over, both painful and refreshing, it could be said that he was in pain and happy, he could clearly perceive that his body had just become stronger, his strength was growing by a minute, his eyesight was getting better and better, and his hearing was becoming more and more acute

After a while, the old man forced all the medicinal wine into Su Jing's body with his internal force, and finally took a deep breath and slapped it heavily on the top of Su Jing's head, before he stood still, closed his eyes and recuperated.

In a daze, Su Jing only felt a sudden explosion in his mind, as if something was broken, and then he keenly felt that countless "things" around him were rushing towards him frantically and burrowing into his body.

This "thing" is different from the medicinal wine that the old man used to cut the marrow of the I Ching for himself, it is not a substance, it seems to be a kind of energy, Su Jing vaguely realized that it is probably the heaven and earth vitality in the old man's mouth!

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi drilled into Su Jing's body, and then followed the meridians in the body to rise into the brain, converging at the Upper Dantian Purple Mansion Divine Court, gathering more and more, slowly compressing, and when it was about the size of a bean, it suddenly exploded, and flowed all over the body in an instant.

Su Jing was like an electric shock, and thousands of pictures of the sky rolled into Su Jing's mind, Su Jing only felt a pain in his head, as if it was cracked, and he simply lost consciousness and fainted.

After the tea effort, the old man finished pranayama, and at this time, Su Jing's body was still excreting filth, but his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep. The old man was a little strange, and muttered, "This kid just drank some wine, why did he faint again? Alas, if it weren't for the broken monument of the old man's life, his life would not be long, otherwise he would not have found such a kid to pass on the old man's mastery."

The old man was a martial arts master in his previous life, and in this life he was awakened by great stimulation, and since then his temperament has changed greatly, and he has become a giant of today's martial arts evil way. After two lifetimes of cultivation, the old man was born in this world where the vitality of heaven and earth was getting thinner and thinner, and he raised his cultivation to the level of condensing the life monument. At such a close distance, the old man should have sensed the abnormal situation of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, so as to guess the abnormal changes that had occurred in Su Jing's body. It's a pity that the old man was involved in a battle a few months ago, and was broken up by someone, and his vitality was greatly damaged, even to the point that his life was not long in coming.

"Alas, just two I Ching marrow cutting has consumed me to such an extent, and I don't know if the remaining internal force in my body can last until this kid will finish learning the skill of turning over the river and the sea. The old man looked at Su Jing in front of him and sighed softly, he no longer had the tall and sturdy image he had when he first saw Jing at this time, his face was old, his back was rickety, and he looked more and more like an old man in his old age.

After waiting for a while, Su Jing expelled the filth in his body, the old man reached out and patted Su Jing on the shoulder, and all the filth on his body fell off, and then dressed him and sent him back to the room.

In the confusion, he opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the environment he was familiar with, but a firewood room, and he was sitting at a table with an iron sword shining with cold light. Su Jingyi frowned, stretched out his hand and gently supported the smooth and bright sword body, and then a feeling of loneliness into the bone marrow hit his heart, and the memory of water floated up.

He is a down-and-out swordsman, a scholar who has achieved fame at a young age, no one asks about ten years of cold windows, and he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop, and he returned to his hometown with high spirits, but found that his hometown had already been slaughtered by unknown Jianghu people. In the quiet village of the past, only white bones remained, the corpses of the blessed and kind father and mother did not exist, and the beautiful women who once formed a mandarin alliance with themselves were also fragrant and jade. He was filled with grief, swore revenge, resolutely gave up his official career, picked up a bloodstained iron sword on the side of the road, and set foot on the road of rivers and lakes.

Since then, he has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, from youth to a down-and-out man with gray temples, and for more than ten years, he has not been looking for the culprit who caused the tragedy in his hometown. The rivers and lakes are dangerous, it is difficult to describe, for more than ten years, he has walked alone in the snowstorm, and he has drunk spirits alone in a small shop in a deserted village, and even died several times.

Because he had already become an adult when he abandoned literature and martial arts, he cut off the possibility of worshipping the big sect, he joined a small gang, a dart game, and even a thief who robbed his house, learned a trick from here, and practiced a style from there, but the people in the rivers and lakes have always cherished their own inheritance as if they were lives, how can they pass it on lightly? So that after more than ten years in the rivers and lakes, they only learned a set of third-rate swordsmanship.

He had heard of the legend of the sword saint, so he learned from the sages, swung the sword ten thousand times all day long, and practiced that set of swordsmanship to the point of returning to the basics, from simple to complex, and then from complex to simple, for decades.

Finally, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and a few months ago, he finally found out the whereabouts of the enemy. That person is more than ten years ago on the rivers and lakes of the notorious evil master, nicknamed the bloody hand slaughter, fame stunt is a method of exterminating human nature, called "blood soul hand", in order to practice it to the fullest, the slaughter of more than a dozen ordinary people's villages, absorbing the blood and resentment of the people who died tragically under the palm, and the village in his hometown is one of them.

In order to escape the pursuit of decent masters, Rentu spent a lot of money to buy a human skin mask from Providence City, and since then he has changed his appearance, and has traveled thousands of miles away.

He learned the traces of the great enemy, his heart was uneasy, and he almost did it directly, but decades of experience in the rivers and lakes calmed him down, and it took him nearly a month to find out the living habits of Rentu, and it took another three months to blend into the local Baihualou, and he was ready for revenge.

And tonight, the bloody hand slaughter who incarnated as a great benevolent man came to the drunken flower building and drank and had fun with the Oiran of the building, ** once.

Tonight is the perfect time for him to get his revenge!

"Revenge is today. Su Jing stood up, hid the iron sword that had accompanied him for more than ten years, and walked out of the firewood room. In the drunken flower building, the lights were bright, the voices were boiling, and in the largest private room on the third floor, there was an arrogant laughter. Su Jing took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and walked towards the kitchen with an indifferent expression.

"Where have you gone, why don't you hurry up and deliver wine to Shen Dashan!" As soon as he entered the kitchen, a person who looked like a steward came over, first reprimanded, and then handed him a pot of wine. Su Jingwei agreed, took the wine jug, and went to the private room on the third floor.

"Great good people, this is the famous drunken flower brew in this building, and please taste it. Walking into the private room, Su Jing saw the white-haired old man in a brocade robe at a glance, handed over the wine, and his voice trembled slightly because of nervousness and excitement.

The bloody hand man Tu only cared about laughing with the glamorous Oiran, and didn't look at Su Jing, but just stretched out a hand to catch the drunken flower brew. Su Jing's eyes shrank, and he threw away the drunken flower, then pulled out the iron sword with his backhand, and with a swing of his wrist, he stabbed at Ren Tu's throat and stabbed out a sword that had been practiced countless times and had been integrated into the bone marrow.

Fast as a meteor, silent, but the vitality of heaven and earth was attached, and the beautiful sword light suddenly lit up, this sword had surpassed the peak that he could reach, and reached an indescribable realm.

"Who are you!" Ren Tu woke up violently, roared angrily, and used his internal force to resist, while slapping a palm at Su Jing. Rentu's reaction can't be said to be slow, but it's a pity that more than ten years of peaceful life have worn out his vigilance, Su Jing also has the determination to die, and he doesn't dodge or avoid his palm, he is still a little slower after all, and the sharp tip of the sword instantly penetrates his throat.

"The Blood Soul Hand really lives up to its name. Su Jing was poisoned, his body flew upside down, and he watched the bloody hand man cut off his breath, laughed, and closed his eyes

"Ahh

The familiar cabin, desk, single bed, Su Jing returned to his own cabin. He touched his sweaty forehead, glanced at his chest, gasped for a while, sat up from the bed, picked up a broom at the foot of the bed, pondered for a while, a familiar feeling came over him, and then a sword stabbed out.

This sword, as if it had been stabbed hundreds of thousands of times, was extremely proficient, and seemed to have been integrated into his bone marrow. With a soft sound, the broom couldn't withstand the huge force and was directly torn apart, and the strength of Su Jing's whole body was also drained and he fell to the ground.

"It turns out that the down-and-out swordsman just now is my past life, and my memory has awakened, it's amazing. Su Jing muttered to himself, stunned.

One dream in a hundred years, one dream for a lifetime!