Bicha finally walked out, and when he approached the gate, he turned around and glanced at Qin Tian again.

Qin Tian was also staring at him deadly, it seemed that the black qi on Zheng Yi's body was made by him.

"Hehe," Bicha showed a cruel smile towards Qin Tian, and proudly flashed his left hand, which lay quietly in the corner of his left palm.

Qin Tianhou swept down consciously, and the hem of her shirt was already missing.

"Hehe," Qin Tian smiled indifferently, turned around and ignored him, just jumping off the clown.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I smiled even colder, thinking that I only had the ability to do it before, a corner of my clothes, enough!

"You dead ghost, why did you come back? Didn't you say that I watched at home, and you were recuperating with peace of mind? Zheng Liguo's mother stepped forward and complained loudly.

"It's already, don't worry." Zheng Yi hugged her and comforted her, instantly sweetening Qin Tian and the others.

In the hall, Zheng Limin walked in front of Zheng Yi with a gloomy face, and knelt down suddenly, his tone was indescribably low: "Master, I'm sorry." ”

Zheng Yi hurriedly helped him up, "It's not bad for you, it's not a big mistake, get up quickly, you need to know how strict the prescription is, just be more careful in the future." ”

The group walked to the hall together, and after the hall was Zheng Liguo's residence, Qin Tian and the others put down their backpacks and sat in the hall chatting.

The medical malpractice seems to have subsided, but the aftermath and subsequent adverse effects are bound to continue for some time.

After waiting for a long time, no one came to see the doctor, but Zheng Yi didn't have much anxiety, he stood up and said, "Come, I'll teach you to stand on the pile!" ”

Zheng Liguo's mother was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and there were four Qin Tian and Zheng Limin's five children standing in the front yard, and Zheng Yi stood face to face with them and started a demonstration.

"Hun Yuan pile, known as the head of ten thousand piles, the form is positive, the atmosphere is hidden, the old, the middle and the young can practice it to strengthen the body, strengthen the qi and blood."

"You can copy my standing method, there are a few points, one of them: the steps should not spread out beyond the shoulder; Second: the waist should be heavy, and the buttocks should be retracted; Third: the angle of arm lifting should not exceed 90; Fourth: the lower jaw should be constricted, and the back of the neck should be relaxed; Finally: the head should be tense and the heart should be empty. ”

"Remember the above points, even if you stand on the shelf of the Hunyuan pile, the shelf, all the standing methods are similar, and the Hunyuan pile is pushed to the top because its core is the inner control."

"How? Do you feel that your waist and knees are sore, and your upper body is very hot and dry? ”

Qin Tian and the others nodded in unison, usually they didn't feel it after three or two minutes, but after a long time, they suddenly felt that their lower body was too vain, trembling and trembling, and they were about to fall.

"Remember the last point, your head should be tense and your heart should be empty!"

"The core control of the inner part of the Hunyuan pile, we generally call this kind of control zhì internal vision, there are three levels of internal vision, the first level is your current state, some organs are swollen, numb, hot, this is the 'intention';

"The third stage, called 'intention', is to make these sensations expand, spread, and spread to your arms, chest, back, shoulders and legs, these sensations are your qi and blood that are agitated, and 'intention' promotes your body's blood circulation and breath to achieve the effect of improving your physical condition."

"It's hard to intention, and in the process of intention, you still need to use some Sasuke methods, so I won't tell you skin monkeys now, this feeling, remember? Take a break. Zheng Yi said with a smile.

Qin Tian and several people gathered their momentum together, sat on the ground and kept pinching their limbs, this pile was more tiring than running 800 meters for more than ten minutes, and the whole body felt hot and numb.

"In the future, if you insist on standing on the pile every day, you can also improve your character, become resolute, calm, and no longer impetuous." Zheng Yi said this, slowly retracted his momentum, and became more and more refreshed.

Qin Tian looked at him with admiration and said sincerely, "Uncle Zheng, I wrote it down." ”

"I'm just telling you, a few of them have already been hooked by the aroma of food." Zheng Yi pointed to the back room, and sure enough, everyone was already sitting around with a hungry face.

After dinner, Qin Tian was led to his room.

Zheng Liguo's house is very large, it is a large group of buildings surrounded by bungalows, and the front yard is used for treatment and the back yard is accommodated, so there are many empty rooms, and Qin Tian and others have one room.

Lying on the scented new futon, Qin Tian quickly fell asleep.

In the small second floor of the slanted second floor of the Wocamel Clinic, Bichapaon stood in front of the blood-colored table with a resentful expression, "If you can break my head-lowering technique, I want to see where you are sacred!" ”

He turned out to be a head descender from Thailand.

The head-lowering technique, according to legend, is said to have evolved from the Gu art in the Ishikawa and Yunnan areas of China to Southeast Asia after it was combined with local witchcraft, which is very evil and poisonous.

Descent is the means of casting the spell, and the head is the individual of the person being cast.

This body is the control of the information of the caster, or the eight characters, or the five elements, the most common and most commonly used is the belongings of the caster, so Bicha has to go to great lengths to obtain Zheng Yi's related items, and now in front of him is Qin Tian's piece of clothing.

On the blood-colored wooden table, there are two porcelain bowls, and the half-yellow-brown liquid in one bowl looks very viscous, similar to sesame oil, but the color is not quite right, and the taste is a little more fatty than the normal sesame oil.

Another porcelain bowl can't stop making a "swish" climbing and collision sound, looking at the black and slimy half of the bowl from a distance, you can find that there are insects and cockroaches smaller than ants inside, and the insects and cockroaches have fangs and claws, and they are constantly biting each other, chatting about hunger.

"Hey, hey, hey," Bicha laughed twice, lifted the bowl of fluid, and poured it into the other bowl.

The insect in the other bowl became more and more manic, and floated up in the oil, and it was close to the edge of the bowl, and it was about to climb out.

Bicha polished a match and threw it into the bowl.

With a "boom", the flames soared into the sky, and the fireworks ignited by the combination of half a bowl of oil and half a bowl of insects were more fierce than gasoline.

The black cockroach at the bottom of the bowl screamed, and was burned to ashes with a piercing thud.

Black smoke rose from the top of the flame, which was both harsh and pungent.

Bicha picked up the corner of his clothes that was placed next to the bowl with two fingers, sneered and threw himself into the fire.

The corners of his clothes quickly wrinkled in the flames, condensed, and tumbled incessantly, like a soul struggling in the hell of Ah Nose.

With a light blow of his palms, Bicha spread his right hand out and aimed it at the source of the fire that was about to burn out.

The head of the ghost doll at the root of his palm flew out and hung over the flames, and all the black smoke was absorbed by it.

The ghost doll became darker and darker, the corners of her mouth chased higher and higher, and her pale black eyes almost lit up with black light.

"Go!" Bicha shouted in a low voice, and pointed at Zheng Liguo's house with a volley, and the ghost doll flew up and stopped in front of his face.

Bicha's face sank, and he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of rich blood from the tip of his tongue on it.

A low-hearted feminine laugh rang out from all directions, and the ghost doll turned into a puff of smoke and flew out.

"It's a big loss," Bicha said in a dark voice, carefully tucking the ashes from the bowl into an opaque jar. xh:.74.240.212