"What's wrong with me?"

The young man was lying on the bed, unable to move if he wanted to, he simply closed his eyes and contemplated the meridians, and then he suddenly remembered the scene late that night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He fought with Kuchamu, and was eventually defeated, falling into the sea, and then he fainted.

"Babble!"

The only thing he can move now is his head and palms.

"Young man, don't force yourself deliberately, your injury is too serious, it's better to recuperate for a few days first."

At this time, the old man and Zhijian walked into the room, he stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "The despicable and shabby makes you laugh." ”

"Don't dare, junior Yang Jian, I don't know the name of Engongzun, because of illness, I can't get up and salute, I hope to forgive my sins!" The other party saved himself, and he was so polite, Yang Jian was not an illiterate person, and said politely.

"Haha, Engong is not counted, the old man Lu Boliang, the villagers all call the old man Lu Lao, and you will call them according to them."

The old man stroked his beard, and the straight Jian on the side listened, looked unconvinced, pulled the corner of the old man's clothes, and said, "Master! ”

Lu Boliang also ignored Zhijian, and said: "If you are hungry, or if there is any inconvenience, just look for him, by the way, I forgot to introduce him, his name is Zhijian, if you don't dislike it, call him brother." ”

"That's... That's Xie Lu Lao and Brother Zhijian. ”

Yang Jian's heart was inexplicably warm, and his nose was sour, there are still more good people in this world after all.

"By the way, Old Lu, may I ask, where is this?" Anyway, he had to figure out where he was first.

"Qiantang Mansion!"

……

After chatting a few words, Lu Boliang and Zhijian also went to rest separately, leaving Yang Jian alone to fall into deep thought, he muttered: "Qiantang Mansion, located in the Jiangnan Province of Luofu Country, must have been washed ashore by the tide, and happened to be rescued by these two people. ”

There is only this possibility, or one possibility is that these two people are fishermen, but in any case, at least they are not dead, and it is indeed these two people who can save themselves.

He shook his head, so that he would not toss this matter again, first of all, he wanted to make himself move, he couldn't just lie in bed for the rest of his life.

He silently recited the true mantra, wanting to open the "Nine Eight Divine Powers" and the Bagua Nine Palace Diagram, but found that it was impossible, and he found that there was no trace of true qi in his Danhai place.

He shook his head with a wry smile, he originally thought that he was afraid that he would leave some sequelae, but he didn't expect it to be so miserable, he wanted to absorb the aura between heaven and earth, but found that he couldn't, because his meridians were simply a mess.

The aura between heaven and earth poured to his body, but it couldn't circulate in the meridians, and naturally it couldn't be absorbed by him, he couldn't absorb the aura, so he couldn't repair his own meridians, and he couldn't practice the "Ninety-Eight Divine Power".

This creates an endless loop.

"Tick knock!"

A drop of water fell on his face, but he could hear the sound, but he was unconscious.

"I'm a wreck? Can't practice, can't move, don't have any consciousness at all? Wouldn't you not know the pain and be able to enjoy it? ”

Although he had already guessed that this would be the result, it was still a little difficult for him to accept that it was indeed the result.

"Since cultivating the truth, I have experienced existence and absence, fast and slow, rigidity and softness, gains and losses, all of which are opposites, this is the outlook on life, as well as the five elements, this is the world view, and the strength of people, this is the values."

Although his cultivation has been temporarily lost, his thoughts are still there, and his cultivation can come again, but if a person becomes a fool, what is the use of having a higher cultivation?

"And Xiao Shu, I don't know how she is."

Thinking of this, the tip of his nose was sour again, if it weren't for the fact that he was too conceited at the beginning.

Another point, he suddenly remembered that the "Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch Treasure" was also thrown away by him, but fortunately, he didn't want to rely too much on one thing.

Anyway, now that he has nothing, he has to start all over again if he cultivates anything, and even takes a more difficult path than before, because he is now a waste person except for having thoughts.

Since he couldn't do anything now, he simply looked at the wall, and by the hazy moonlight, he could barely see the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Looking at it, he fell asleep, very peaceful, since he fled from Yangjia Village, he has not slept well.

Early the next morning.

The sunlight shined through the bamboo forest and sprinkled into the room, and when the young man opened his eyes, he heard that in the courtyard, someone was dancing with a sword, and one move was majestic.

He wanted to turn his head to look, but was blocked by the wall.

He's going crazy, it's not going to work, that's not going to work, he's a little discouraged.

"Come on, Brother Yang, the rice cake just out of the pot!" At this time, Zhijian held a bowl in both hands, walked into the house quickly, and said happily, "I am in a hurry to gather today, and I finally got in line, and I usually want to eat this year's rice cakes, but I never have a chance." ”

"Good!"

Yang Jian nodded, to be honest, he was also hungry, but he was a little powerless, and he looked at the rice cake with some embarrassment.

"The rice cake is still hot, I'll cook another pot of porridge." Naojian put the rice cake aside, turned around and went to cook porridge.

"No, your bamboo forest grows next to the market, and this rice cake is still hot?" Yang Jian was a little incredulous, but he looked at the steaming heat on the rice cake.

"Of course not, at least there is a ten-mile road!" Naojian is a little unstunning, and he is endless.

"Then this, you are so powerful, you still need to queue up to buy things!"

Yang Jian was stunned, he felt that Zhijian didn't feel like a person who liked to brag.

"Why don't you line up? The lord often taught me, this person, first of all, must know the etiquette and understand the etiquette, the child is silent and strange, first of all, this person and work, the body and mind must be right, the lord also said..."

Zhijian said seriously while cooking porridge.

"Stop!"

Yang Jian has always been more repulsive to Confucian thoughts, and when he listened to Zhijian's grinding and chirping, his head suddenly became big.

"You are so powerful, why do you live in such a remote place?"

Yang Jian asked with some curiosity.

"You don't know, I have followed the master since I was a child, and some time ago, the master was dismissed and returned to Qiantang from Jiangning."

Zhijian didn't have a cover up when he spoke, Yang Jian asked anything, he answered, this person has to be too sincere, Yang Jian is embarrassed to ask anything, if he is allowed to say too much, it will not be good if he is heard by Lu Lao.

"Okay, the porridge is ready, don't tell the master that I use mana privately, or he will say that I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!" During the chat, Zhijian had already brought out two bowls of porridge, and said, "Master often says to meditate, but if this heart is not quiet, nothing will be interesting." ”

Meditation!

"It's my heart, it's too impetuous." The young man was suddenly stunned, and his heart slowly thought.

When Naojian left, the boy tried to calm his heart, and the majestic sound of sword dancing in the morning sounded in his ears.

"People's hearts should not only be strong, but also quiet, not to brake with stillness, but to put down the heart."

He had a glimmer of realization, his mind was still, but he could hear the sound of his heart beating, just like the majestic sound of the sword dance.

He raised his hand, and it seemed to be a new force, which was broken and then stood up.