Outside the house, the wind and rain were raging, and the clothes were soaked, like iron armor. He Lai Ming couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at that little pit. After a while, I was curious, and gently pulled off the mud on it little by little, and the clay figure broke off its hands and feet, turning into a dark iron villain sitting cross-legged with his hands folded. Only the arms of the villain are painted with acupuncture points and veins, and they are all odd positions. True Qi has never been seen before. He Laiming looked strange, sitting cross-legged, his hands were folded, and his true qi only walked through the acupuncture points such as Tianshi with both arms, and people walked on acupuncture points such as Yuji and Shaoshang, and his hands were just put together, He Laiming was not surprised. The hands are closed as if they are coated with glue paint, where can they be separated, and the true qi is running straight through the upper body with the hand as a ring, like a fire snake. He Lai Ming only felt that his arms were getting hotter and hotter, and like a fire, dense sweat oozed from his forehead. He Laiming's arms gradually lost sensation, his brain seemed to be flooded, his eyelids drooped, but he didn't even have the strength to make a sound.

Suddenly, He Lai Ming felt that his left shoulder was slapped heavily, and a cold and compelling true qi rushed into his body, He Lai Ming only felt a sweet throat, a mouthful of blood stasis flowed out from between his teeth, and his palms suddenly cooled like fire meeting water, and his true qi spit out and shook his hands. He Laiming's eyes were slightly open, but he saw that the candlelight in front of him trembled slightly, and there was silence outside the house, but his lower body was numb.

"Comfortable clay figurines. A voice sounded slowly in my ears. He Laiming looked at the little bed, but saw that it was empty, and the person who spoke must have been the white-skinned man. He Lai Ming turned his head and saw the white-skinned man standing behind him, looking out of the house as if in disguise, but his eyes still glanced at the iron man from time to time. At this moment, his face was even paler, there was no trace of popularity between his eyebrows, no joy, no anger, and no sorrow. He Lai Ming felt a chill in his heart, and the little true qi left in his body couldn't help but mobilize again. The white-skinned man said indifferently: "I didn't expect you to have such a treasure on you." Before he finished speaking, the palm wind had reached the top of He Laiming's head, and He Laiming's true qi was damaged and he couldn't move for a while. Seeing that this young man was about to be separated from the world forever before he reached the weak crown, suddenly a hidden weapon shot out, and the white-skinned man withdrew his hand and grabbed the hidden weapon in his hand out of thin air. Immediately after hearing an old woman's voice, he said, "Don't move evil thoughts!" The white-skinned man frowned after hearing this, shook his hand, snorted softly, and walked out of the house with his head held high.

He Laiming's heart was relieved, not because he didn't ask for his own life, just because he saw this person's joy and anger, this is a person, a living person. He Lai Ming turned his head to look at the hidden weapon that was thrown on the ground by the man, but saw that the hidden weapon was an octagonal dark iron brand, with no words on it, He Lai Ming unconsciously remembered the "punishment token" held by Shu Mu Li and Yan Xiuyu in the temple, and guessed in his heart that this senior was also targeted by the people of the Chivalrous Palace.

Thinking about this, I think that this person is just a little more eccentric and violent, and he is also a heroic warrior in the martial arts. Otherwise, he will not be hunted down by the Chivalrous Palace. I was relieved again.

When I thought about it, the acupuncture veins were already opened. He Laiming walked out of the house and saw the white-skinned man standing outside the door, his head bowed, and a cloud of mist came out of his mouth.

"Senior ......" He stepped forward boldly, and the white-skinned man raised his head when he heard the sound and regained his cold face. glanced at him faintly, but did not look at him.

"Senior, do you know what I practiced just now?" He Lai Ming continued to ask seeing that he did not show anger on his face. The white-skinned man smiled contemptuously and replied, "I will remember that you are young and ignorant." What is painted on this 'free clay figure' is 'doing nothing'. This exercise is a set of internal strength and mental methods that a martial arts predecessor of the Jin Dynasty learned from the "Nirvana Sutra" when he visited Tianzhu. This senior's name said: Chiyo has no regrets. When the predecessors of thousands of generations practiced this exercise, the internal strength seemed to have reached the point of reaching the peak. And who else in the world can do it? But no matter how high the martial arts are, it is definitely possible to prolong life and rejuvenate the youth, but time is rushed. The predecessors sat alone on the top of Mount Hua, and the people they knew were already dead. I also knew that time was short, so I painted this 'Wuwei Gong' on the eighteen dark iron villains, and painted it with kiln mud, which was passed on to future generations. This is one of the treasures on the rivers and lakes, but you can give it to your kid. The white-skinned man laughed wildly after speaking, and he didn't know what he was laughing at. Whether to laugh at He Laiming, who is illiterate, or to laugh at the head of the clay man who fights for the bloody flow, but in the end it is an empty group of heroes.

After hearing this, He Lai Ming opened the wooden box in surprise, took another clay figure, and gently peeled it, but he didn't see the dark iron, and it was still kiln mud. The white-skinned man said in a deep voice: "How could the predecessors of the thousand generations put all the iron men in one box?" Eighteen turns of reincarnation, there is no benefit in living alone, and you go straight to the ghost gate. 'This Xuantie villain is enough for you to enjoy a lifetime, proud of the others!" He Lai Ming listened, slightly bowed, he understood the truth that he could not chew too much, and the practice of the right talent had already made him go through danger, obviously, just learning this clay figure was enough for him to spend a while. He Lai Ming took out another clay figure, peeled it off, and saw that it was indeed what this person had just said: "One box is stored for one person, and I am the only one for a thousand generations and eighteen people." Eighteen turns of reincarnation, it is useless to live alone, and go straight to the ghost gate. "Thinking about it, although this senior has the ability of Peng Zu, how lonely and lonely he is, it is useless to live alone, or if there is no one to talk to, wouldn't it be more painful than death. He Lai Ming felt closer to this person again.

The white-skinned man asked the "Freedom Clay Man" where he got it from, and He Laiming told him one by one. He sighed and said, "I didn't expect that the things that the old man Mo Ran had worked so hard to get were finally handed over to others by his disciples! Hmph! He actually said that the Huishen monk was the 'Blood Blade Claw'," he pointed to a bend, and said: "With his little effort, he is also worthy!?" He Lai Ming was silent.

"What's wrong?

He Lai Ming twisted his head and said, "Anyway, it's useless for me to say anything." The predecessors have their own truths, as the saying goes, they are different...... Why should I argue with my seniors?" The white-skinned man snorted lightly, as if he was angry, his hands were clenched and loosened, and as if he was in the way, he said in a deep voice: "Don't conspire with each other!"

Time flies, and the two have been together for half a month. He Lai Ming followed this person all the way, and did not ask where to go, he practiced by himself, and searched the streets and alleys of various cities, and the two did not say a word for half a month because of the sentence "Don't conspire with each other!". He Laiming didn't know where he usually was, he came and left, and he stayed when he went. This night, He Lai Ming sat cross-legged and practiced, during this time he had mastered some knack for the exercises drawn by the iron man, which is the so-called "pure mind", and the mind is empty when practicing in Buddhism. As soon as He Lai Ming sat down, the door was slammed open, and a figure flashed in, this person had white skin, it was the man. He Lai Ming glared at him and spoke.

The man actually opened his mouth and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to meet your master!" When He Laiming heard this, he was very strange in his heart, why was the master here, and hurriedly asked, "The drama gang is here?!"

The white-skinned man paced out the door and said slowly: "Let's go to Luoyanzhuang!"