If it weren't for this ink rhyme, Zhong Yue couldn't believe that he actually saw that his bones were actually blackened......

Zhong Yue's face was ugly, and he muttered to himself: "It shouldn't be, isn't this Nine Palace Cold Poison so poisonous, isn't it almost finished, why are the bones blackened?"

Zhong Yue opened the expansion mall page, now at this time it is no longer a matter of strength or not, these bones are blackened, and his own life is important.

"It shouldn't be...... Is it because my body is in good condition, is it a return to the light? Then the time for this return to the light is also long, right?"

He glanced at the character attribute column, and the original physical attribute column still had the looming Nine Palace Cold Poison, but now it looks like it's gone.

"Can'......t you be saved?

Zhong Yue was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his body at all.

"Is there a hidden disease?"

If it were in reality, Zhong Yue would probably have rushed to the hospital for surgery at this time, and his bones were blackened, which was necrotic. It is estimated that at that time, after watching the MRI, the doctor would tell Zhong Yue a sentence, "It's hopeless, go home and eat and drink well".

But Zhong Yue felt more and more that something was wrong, he could walk, run, jump and jump, this was not like the case of bone necrosis, as for poisoning, according to Zhong Yue's superficial medical knowledge, he also understood that there was no medicine that could be a large-scale blackening of human bones in a short period of time, and the kind of black he saw was not a faint black spot, but a kind of black that was a little shiny, it was simply unscientific black!

Zhong Yue stared at the back of his hand in a daze for a long time, but through the skin, observing the knuckles and the back of his hands, he didn't see any black marks, even if the bone blackening was caused by the cold poison of the Nine Palaces, it had to be the limbs blackened first, but the knuckles, the places where the bone color could be seen the most, did not turn black, and there was not even a sign of blue.

"Could it be that I was wrong? No, let's feel it again. ”

Even if he dies, Zhong Yue feels that he has to die to understand it again.

He ran the [Condensing Ink One Breath] again.

This time, he simply attached himself to a few more Heaven and Earth Ink Rhymes that were absorbed into his skin, wanting to see how these broken ink rhymes entered his bones. Or is it that the blackening of my bones is not a lesion, but the ink rhyme of heaven and earth!

If it is the ink rhyme of heaven and earth, then it is really a premature life! What should I do with the second method of accumulating ink in the second article of the Tao of condensing ink?

This heaven and earth ink rhyme didn't give him a chance at all, it directly entered his bones, there was no ink rhyme in the dantian, and this ink condensing qi technique couldn't continue to cultivate at all.

Zhong Yue's consciousness slowly extended with the ink rhyme that entered his body, it was still a familiar operation route, or the original mantra, and the ink rhyme in the blood was slowly flowing like this.

Sure enough, while Zhong Yue was not paying attention, this Mo Yun left the original route in a hurry, as if he was pulled by a huge suction, and quickly wandered there.

"Give me back!"

Zhong Yue had to involve Mo Yun back this time, whether it was the toxin of the Nine Palaces Cold Poison or for some other reason, it couldn't stop him from condensing the ink into the Dao!

Under the traction of Zhong Yue's will, Mo Yun, who was originally going to break away from the running line, seemed to stagnate slightly.

Zhong Yue was overjoyed, and it seemed that he could control this heaven and earth ink rhyme that would never return. He slowly tugged at the Heaven and Earth Ink Rhyme, and continued to run the [Condensing Ink One Qi Technique] with difficulty, but this was only a few wisps of ink rhyme, more and more Heaven and Earth Ink Rhyme were constantly flowing out of the blood, running away without a trace, and finally, these few wisps of ink rhyme controlled by Zhong Yue were about to enter the dantian, and when he opened the method of ink accumulation, he was shocked by a strange force and disappeared.

Depend on!

Zhong Yue was so tired that he was sweating profusely, and when he turned his head, there was still no hair in the dantian, which was embarrassing.

What the hell is going on?

Zhong Yue's consciousness looked into the bones again, if the ink method is the blood method, then what does it mean that the ink rhyme of heaven and earth is surging towards his bones......

Bone method?

Could it be......

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, if the ink method is the blood method.

Brushwork is not easy through the ages, everyone corresponds to the same bones, the ancients talked about penmanship, but also used bone method, muscles and bones and other words, is it also equivalent to this is in the ink into the bone?

Zhong Yue's mind was opened.

If this is the case, then this set of ink condensation tricks has become chicken ribs, and he can't condense ink into the dantian at all, how can he accumulate ink in the dantian?

The blackening of his bones is very likely caused by the domineering god-man Nine Potentials!

Otherwise, Zhong Yue couldn't explain that his body was not painful or itchy, and he was young, and it was impossible for him to be terminally ill.

"It seems that you have to ask someone who understands......" Zhong Yue muttered to himself.

Now he is like the problem he encountered when he first connected the lacquered book, like a headless fly, if there is no teacher like Jin Nong to advise, then he can only rely on time and detours, groping around.

He glanced at the paper and ink on the table, and muttered to himself, "The Four Seas Banquet may be a good opportunity." ”

The Thirteen Bridges of the Bianhe River, although there are countless paintings and studies, but similar to the heritage of the Star City, it is still rare, especially the calligraphers and painters who have entered the Tao after condensing ink, they have never seen it, if they can participate in the banquet of the four seas, it is a rare good opportunity, just to be able to communicate with those predecessors.

Zhong Yue got up and thought about it again and again, as for what kind of painting he wanted to make, when he stepped along the coast before, he had already thought that he was going to paint the Bianhe River "Qingming Bianhe Map"!

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In a bustling gathering place in Zhongzhou, the gray-robed old man's chest was embroidered with a sword logo, and he was sitting lazily on his soft clothes at the moment, his slender fingers rubbing back and forth, and the fingers of sword practice were generally very long.

"You said you let people go?"

Liu Xinghe said a little crampedly: "That person...... That man is enshrined at the inner gate of the Star City. The house of the saints, the subordinates dare not disobey......"

Tao Xianfeng narrowed his eyes, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth, "The house of the saint?" Hehe, Xingzhu City is now afraid that the mud bodhisattva has crossed the river, and it is difficult to protect himself, and you are still afraid of a mere worship? He was downtrodden to Zhongzhou and begged for a job in the painting building, and he was already like a lost dog. ”

"Star City ......"

"The day is precarious. That's it, after all, there is the Cloud Palace behind the Thirteen Bridges as a backer, you have been deceived by someone, and you have already exposed your feet, and if you do it again, you will fall into the hands of others, and then it will not be you and I can hold it. ”

Liu Xinghe is not a jack of all trades after all, and when he heard this, his heart was even colder, this thief actually cheated? !