Hei Wuchang saw Duan He's expression, and turned his head to look at Mu Yichen again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Mu Yichen nodded, counting as an answer.

"Well, you two can rest here, the two of you have also practiced martial arts for many years, and you don't need to lay a foundation. Tomorrow I will give each of you a set of exercises to practice secretly, and if you die of poison by half a point, I don't want either of you to die because of this. ”

After Hei Wuchang finished speaking, he walked out, and Bai Wuchang also walked out.

Duan He lowered his head, secretly pondering all the words he had just said.

"You say, are they telling the truth?" Mu Yichen saw the two immortals walking out, and hurriedly approached Duan He's side and asked.

Duan He didn't look up, his lips moved slightly: "At least, now they are helping us." ”

That night, Duan He and Mu Yichen slept in their respective rooms. Duan He slept peacefully, and even the slightest consciousness that had been refusing to relax was slackened. Of course, this was because Duan He found out when he saw a book on the table the next morning.

On the table was a book of minds, not with a name. Duan He would observe a strange place when he went there, and he remembered that there was absolutely no such book on the table last night. Therefore, this mental method was quietly put in when he was asleep.

He didn't notice it.

Turning through the heart, the first page was written in thick ink with four big characters: "Wu Ji Zun." ”

Turning the page again, what catches your eye is a text, the penmanship is vigorous and powerful, and it can be seen that the writer has the ability to master the brush:

"The king of martial arts, it is difficult to escape death, a thousand years of fame, a hundred years of scolding, the ghost valley is calculated, there is no way to do it, the heaven and the earth are cleverly changed, the palm of the person is pulsing, the flowers rise and fall, the hot summer and cold winter, the famous family is lonely, and the venerable is martial."

A total of thirty-four words, neatly written on a small page, the penmanship is vigorous, although the words are small but can be seen clearly. Duan He read it a few times and was quite insightful.

"This method of mind is really not a good method, a hundred years of scolding, a thousand years of fame. Although it is a side-door, it can become a martial artist to dominate the rivers and lakes. ”

Duan He thought silently in his heart and continued to turn to the next page.

What catches my eye is a painting of a man lying on the ground, his hands standing on his chest, accompanied by only eight words: "Poison to the bones, have their own good solutions." ”

This sentence suddenly made Duan He think of the poison on his body, looking at the person in the painting, the person was lying on the ground, I don't know if it was also because of the poisoning.

"Huh?"

Duan He looked at it, and suddenly felt a trembling all over his body, a chill came to his whole body, it was a chill from the bones, Duan He was startled, but his body was out of control.

"Ahh

Duan He fell to the ground with a miserable scream, and the sky was spinning, only to feel as if there were thousands of ants crawling on his bones. Duan He hurriedly tried to stop his luck, and it was already difficult to gather his strength.

The whole room seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and Duan He only felt that the strength in his body had been unloaded. After exhausting several methods, the dantian seemed to be blocked. Duan He wanted to scream a few times, but his voice was difficult to make a sound, so he could only gurgle and make a mess.

Duan He's head became more and more chaotic, and every time he gasped, it seemed as if his head was poking out of the sea, but he was pressed back by a powerful force.

"Poisonous to the bones, there is a good plan!"

Suddenly, Duan He thought of this sentence. The person in the painting just now was lying on the ground like he was now, and Duan He didn't know where he got his strength, or if he used up the last of his senses, he gathered his hands on his chest.

With his hands straightened, Duan He tried his best to make his breath work, but it was difficult to achieve it. There was a rumbling in my ears, and I felt like I was in a storm. Duan He only felt as if he was standing up, and the house was no longer that room, but an extremely high mountain, and the lightning and thunder roared on the mountain, and a lightning bolt came towards Duan He.

"Yikes!"

Duan He was startled, and took a big step back with all his strength, which was like dodging the lightning. At this time, the sky changed drastically, and countless hailstones hit Duan He. Duan He had no place to hide, so he could only resist with his body. With a wave of his hands, he smashed a few hailstones in front of him and ran desperately down the mountain. I don't know how high this mountain is, Duan He ran against the hail for a long time but still hasn't seen the bottom. The hail became more and more turbulent, Duan He gradually became difficult to resist, and the whole person was smashed to the mountain, allowing the hail to shatter his bones. There were crisp sounds one after another, and Duan He couldn't scream even if he wanted to.

I don't know how long it took, the hail finally stopped, and Duan He was lying on the mountain, his bones shattered, and he couldn't even lift his hands.

The sun came out, and a burst of sunlight pierced Duan He's body. The scorching heat was unstoppable, Duan He used all his last bit of strength and screamed: "Ah! ”

Wake up from a dream.

He was still in that room, lying on the ground, his hands on his chest, exactly the same posture as the one drawn on the mental method.

His whole body was soaked with sweat, and when he woke up, Duan He only felt that his body was a lot more comfortable, and there was no pain like just now. But he also weakened a lot, and he lay on the ground for a long time before he could stand up.

His clothes were covered with sweat, Duan He simply took off his coat and stood in the room wearing a single coat.

People who practice martial arts will always reunite their dantian qi as soon as something happens to check the abnormalities of their bodies. Duan He also reunited, only to feel that his body was a lot more comfortable, and the qi of the Dantian was much easier than in the past.

"Poisonous to the bones, there is a good plan, sure enough." Duan He said with emotion.

After experiencing that incident just now, Duan He didn't want to rest at all, and continued to turn the second page of the heart.

The second page is different from the first page, with only a few words on it and no illustrations.

"Follow this path until there is more than a month."

This sentence made Duan He startled, and he really understood it correctly, this sentence was telling Duan He that the scene just now was going through a month.

The feeling of weakness in the whole body, the feeling of every joint being shattered, the feeling of standing on a mountain and being eroded by the torrential rain, then being hit by hailstones, and finally being burned by the sun, you have to experience this mental method every day for a month.

"If it weren't imposed on me, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to practice." Duan He secretly lowered his head and smiled, closing his heart.

Closing his heart, Duan He took out his own sword book "Qianchang Jue" from his clothes again.

He had just practiced the mental method, and Duan He took out the sword book just to take a second look. At this time, his body had not yet recovered, and Duan He did not have so much perseverance to practice at this time.

Turning the title page, he turned over a few more swordsmanship that Duan He had already mastered, and what caught his eye was a new swordsmanship.

It is composed of a bunch of paintings with some words, and the swordsmanship does not emphasize its shape, but its meaning. Duan He wanted to cultivate, but it was still early.

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