It was getting dark again, and the night in the mountains was chilly even in summer.

Under the cliff, beside the winding stream, the mountain breeze is gentle, the bonfire is swaying, and a large iron pot is supported by several large stones. After dismembering a newly brought wild boar that had been peeled and cleaned, the monk threw it into the pot, and poured in a lot of mountain goods that were usually dried, such as shiitake mushrooms and yellow essence.

Xiao Wuchen was also brought, holding a bundle of dry firewood collected from all around, and walked over with deep and shallow feet on large and small pebbles. When the dry wood was thrown to the ground, he sat on his knees by the iron pot and watched the fire, adding firewood to the pot from time to time, and from time to time looking at the master who was cross-legged and closed his eyes under the flickering firelight.

"Master." Xiao Wuchen, who took a small branch and played with fire, suddenly shouted.

"Hmm." The Dust Resident answered. Chapter 710 is done, Xiao Wuchen pointed to the boiling thick soup in the pot and said, "Master, do Miaoci's seniors and Yanqiu's seniors also eat meat?" ”

"Cultivation is the mind, in other words, morality, intellect, and body. Otherwise, the heart and eyes will become bad, and being a vegetarian is also fake, understand? The Dust Monk replied.

Xiao Wuchen said 'oh', hesitated for a while and said: "Master, I asked Senior Brother Lin, he went out of the mountain to practice at the age of fifteen, why should I be eighteen years old?" ”

The Dust Monk opened one eye, looked at the apprentice, closed it again, and said slowly, "That's why he was beaten like this." ”

Xiao Wuchen pouted and asked again, "Then can I go to a foreign country for training in the future?" ”

The Dust Monk asked rhetorically, "Whatever you want." Do you speak the words of foreign devils? ”

Xiao Wuchen was completely speechless, picked up a half-burned branch and drew circles on the soft cobblestone.

When the incense in the iron pot was overflowing, the dust monk got up and walked to the edge of the cliff, kicked his feet together, swayed up, and in a blink of an eye, he ran into the cave at a height of more than 20 meters.

After a while, Lin Bao, Duoji, Sai Pan'an, Sun Erniang, the King of the Mountain, Fire Thorn and others all jumped down from the cave and walked to the meat pot next to the stream. Only Miaoci was left alone in the cave to work for Lin Ziid.

When Xiao Wuchen saw that the 710th chapter of the seniors had been completed, he immediately got up and took out the dishes and chopsticks from the wooden barrel and handed them out respectfully one by one.

Lin Bao and the others took the dishes and chopsticks, and consciously went to the iron pot to scoop meat and soup, and everyone sat around and feasted. Xiao Wuchen also made a bowl of his own, sat on the side alone and enjoyed it slowly, listening to the speeches of several seniors from time to time.

The night breeze in the mountains carries a chill. The old men and women around the campfire were chatting and hearty. The pride is still there. However, the years are not forgiving. The era that belongs to them has really passed, and everyone has long been far away from the rights and wrongs of the rivers and lakes, and has entered the twilight years, and there are fewer and fewer opportunities to meet in this way.

These old guys' masters and the White Lotus Sect can be said to have been friends for several generations, Lin Bao's master and their master are friends, and it is Lin Bao's turn to continue to maintain a relationship with this generation. It's time for the next generation of Lin Zixian. Sooner or later, this relationship will have to continue.

This relationship is not only friendship, but also a relationship of mutual support. Times are changing too fast, and this relationship is becoming more and more precious. And these people are just some of them. Because there is no need to bring so many people to Lin Zixian to heal his injuries, only part of them are called.

A hundred years ago, Lin Bao sorted out all these old relationships, that is, the master of everyone present. Unconvinced, Lin Bao insisted on pulling a group of old bones and blood clans to do it fiercely, unfortunately, those old guys died and were injured, and they were already a lot older than Lin Bao's age, plus more than a hundred years, after all, their lifespan is limited, and they have long been ancient.

The people present back then were still young, and there was still a gap between cultivation and the top masters, even compared with Lin Bao at that time, their strength was much worse, which was why Lin Bao invited their master at that time and did not invite them. At that time, Lin Bao just wanted to win more with less, just to form the strongest team and let the blood clan know that it was powerful, but after the first battle, he was really scared that the blood clan did not dare to set foot in China for a hundred years, and the deterrent power was played.

Everyone wiped their mouths when they were full, and the fire thorns said hello to everyone, went back to the cave on the cliff, and came down to eat in exchange for Miao Ci.

A group of old guys changed one person every hour, and after two days of taking turns, Lin Zixian, who was immersed in the copper tripod, finally successfully recast the meridians.

But Lin Zixian is still in a coma, which shows that he has been tossed a lot. And there have been surprising changes in appearance, the original short hair has grown to the neck in just two days, and the beard has also dragged to the chest.

The medicinal effect of a furnace of elixir amazed a group of old guys, and thinking about it, if there was no such miraculous effect, how could it be possible to reforge the meridians.

Outside the cave, the birds chirped, and the nine people in the cave took turns to check Lin Zixian's meridians, and then nodded at each other one by one.

The little Wuchen who was brought up was enough to have a head, and looked curiously at Lin Zixian with long hair and beard. He was boiling a pot of hot water on the side.

Lin Bao arched his hand to everyone again, indicating please.

The Dust Monk immediately opened a large wooden box in the cave, took out a bundle of silver needles that were thinner than a cow's hair, and threw them into the dustless boiling pot of boiling water.

After boiling the silver needle for a while, the dust dweller asked Wuchen to remove the firewood.

After the nine people stood in unison, Lin Bao once again dragged Lin Zixian, who was unconscious in the furnace, out and threw it in the middle of several people.

Just like at the beginning, Lin Bao and the five of them shot again, supporting Lin Zixian with a 'big' word.

The four of them, the Dust Monk, the Fire Thorn, the Mountain King, and Dorjee, quickly took out bundles of silver needles from the hot water, surrounded Lin Zixian and stretched out their hands like the wind, and quickly sent needles, and the silver needles like hairs were suddenly inserted into the newly cast meridians of Lin Zixian like rain.

This kind of fast and accurate technique cannot be played by ordinary people, first of all, it is necessary to be very familiar with the meridian path of practicing gong luck, which is a must.

Soon, Lin Zixian was almost inserted into a hedgehog by a silver needle, and his black body surface was covered with a layer of silver quill, which seemed to be disorganized, but in fact there were traces to follow.

After the four of them finished piercing the silver needle, they quickly retreated, and Lin Bao and the five raised their hands to throw Lin Zixian up, and Lin Bao also took the lead in making a move to Lin Zixian, and poked Lin Zixian out with a wave of his fingers.

In an instant, nine people shot one after another, and their fingers were like a rain of swords, which can be described as seeing the stitches, and the fingers were the key points of Lin Zixian's **, and they couldn't touch the silver needles on his body surface, which required extremely clever kung fu, and the eyesight and technique must be absolutely stable and accurate.

Seeing that Lin Zixian, who was completely black, was beaten by nine people, like a piece of paper, floating around in the fingers of everyone without landing, and the crackling sound continued.

Xiao Wuchen on the side was dumbfounded, he didn't know that the nine people were going to activate the internal force hidden in the forest. To put it in layman's terms, it is like the old women squatting by the river to wash their clothes, and they have to use wooden sticks to beat out the dust and stains in the clothes.

After a while, the four of them quickly retreated and left, and the five of Lin Bao stepped forward together, and once again shot to support Lin Zixian into a 'big' word, and then the four of them flashed forward again, each of them made a shot against Lin Zixian's left and right waist and chest and back.

Nine people and eighteen hands stretched out, using their own strong internal force to oppress the internal force activated in Lin Zixian's body, and using the dense silver needle inserted on the surface of the body as a conduit, quickly forcing it into Lin Zixian's newly cast meridians.

Half an hour later, the nine people glanced at each other, and suddenly waved their palms in unison to send Lin Zixian into the air, and the nine people once again pointed out like a rain of swords, and the momentum was amazingly chaotic, hitting Lin Zixian's body again.

Xiao Wuchen was dumbfounded, and the dust monk suddenly shouted: "Wuchen, what are you doing, don't let the temperature of the medicine go down!" ”

Xiao Wuchen shook his head, quickly reined in his feelings, and hurriedly ran to squat under the copper tripod to adjust the temperature of the fire.

After a burst of blows from the nine people, they stretched out their eighteen hands again to push Lin Zixian into the air, and once again pressed the internal force he activated into the meridians along the silver needle.

After taking turns like this for twelve times, the nine people who resisted Lin Zixian again were already tired and panting, sweating profusely, as if they had crawled out of the water.

At this moment, the nine people looked at each other and nodded almost at the same time.

"Hmmm... Yikes... Hi ......" The nine people closed their eyes in unison, only to see the dense silver needles inserted on the surface of Lin Zixian's body instantly ejected like locusts and flew around, and were instantly forced out by the nine people.

The eight of them pushed Lin Zixian and gave it to Lin Bao, and Lin Bao took a big arm and put the flying Lin Zixian into the copper furnace, pressed Lin Zixian's head with one palm, and pressed Lin Zixian into the 'black porridge' again.

The other eight people also came over, each stretched out a finger to hook a ball of 'black porridge', and swallowed it with a bitter face.

The king of the backer, who was sweating like rain, shook his head breathlessly and said, "Damn, I've drunk this kid's bath water for the past few days, and it's finally over." ”

The eight people retreated to the side one after another, sat down cross-legged one after another, and their luck was adjusted, and they were all very tired.

With the nourishment of internal force in the sea of qi, just like a long drought and rain, Lin Zixian's whole vitality was in a state of rapid improvement, and he opened his eyes in less than half an hour.

Lin Baochang let out a breath, let go of him, and pointed at him and warned: "The meridians in your body have just been newly cast, don't use your internal force within three days, wait for the meridians to stabilize." ”

Lin Zixian was stunned for a moment, then felt it slightly, and immediately felt the majestic and strong internal force in the meridians, which was obviously more than a little stronger than his previous internal force cultivation. This guy was so excited that he didn't know what to say, and nodded vigorously at Lin Bao.

"Soak it in the medicine for another day." Lin Bao threw down a sentence, and also stepped aside and sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Facing the old man who was tired and sweating and looked a little tired, Lin Zixian really had nothing to say, except for gratitude or gratitude, Wen Yan nodded vigorously again...!!