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.

The Gospel lay man dismembered a newly brought wild boar that had been peeled and cleaned, 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 Fuman was also brought, holding a bundle of dry firewood collected from all around, and walked over with a deep foot and a shallow foot 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 Fuman, who had taken a small branch to play with fire, suddenly shouted.

"Hmm." The Gospel lay answered.

Xiao Fuman pointed to the boiling thick soup in the pot and said, "Master, do Xuanci's seniors and Huayun's seniors also eat meat?" ”

"Cultivation is the mind, in other words, morality, wisdom, and body, otherwise the mind and eyes will become bad, and eating a vegetarian diet is also fake, understand?" The Gospel lay replied.

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

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

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

The Evangelist asked, "Whatever you want, do you speak a foreign language?" ”

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

When the iron pot was full of incense, the Gospel lay man got up and walked to the edge of the cliff, kicked his feet together, and swayed upward, and in a blink of an eye, he ran into a cave more than 20 meters high.

After a while, Yang Wei, Zang Ji, Shuai Gongzi, Ye Erniang, Tie Gut, Fire Stick and others all jumped down from the cave and walked to the meat pot next to the stream, leaving only Xuan Ci alone in the cave to perform his work for Yang Chen.

When Xiao Fuman saw the seniors, he immediately got up and took out the dishes and chopsticks from the wooden barrel and handed them out respectfully.

Yang Wei and others took the dishes and chopsticks, and consciously went to the iron pot to scoop meat and soup, and everyone sat in a circle to eat.

Xiao Fuman also made a bowl himself, 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 deep mountains is cold, but the old men and women by the bonfire are chatting, hearty and happy, and the pride is still the same.

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 Xiaoyao faction can be said to be friendships of several generations, Yang Wei's master and their master are friends, and it is Yang Wei's turn to continue to maintain a relationship with this generation.

When it comes to the next generation of Yang Chen, sooner or later, this relationship will continue.

This kind of relationship is not only friendship, but also a relationship of mutual dependence, and the times are changing too fast, and this relationship is becoming more and more valuable.

And these people are only part of them, because there is no need to bring all so many people together to heal Yang Chen, only a part of them are called.

A hundred years ago, Yang Wei sorted out all these old relationships, that is, the masters of everyone present.

Unconvinced, Yang Wei dragged a group of old bones and blood clans to do it fiercely, but unfortunately, those old guys died and were injured, and they were already a lot older than Yang Wei's, plus after a hundred years, their lifespan is limited after all, and they have long been ancient.

The people present back then were still young, and there was still a gap between cultivation and top masters, even compared with Yang Wei at that time, their strength was much worse, which was why Yang Wei invited their masters and did not invite them at that time.

At that time, Yang Wei 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 the hot summer for a hundred years, and the deterrent power was played.

Everyone wiped their mouths when they were full, and the fire stick said hello to everyone, went back to the cave on the cliff, and changed Xuan Ci to come down to eat.

A group of old guys replaced one person every hour, and after taking turns for two days, Yang Chen, who was soaked in the copper tripod, finally successfully recast the meridians.

But Yang Chen 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 after the nine people in the cave took turns to check Yang Chen's meridians, they looked at each other and nodded.

Xiao Fuman, who was brought up, was full of head, and looked curiously at Yang Chen, who had long hair and beard, and he was boiling a pot of hot water on the side.

Yang Wei arched his hand to everyone again, indicating please.

The Gospel monk immediately opened a large wooden chest in the cave, took out a bundle of silver needles thinner than a cow's hair, and threw them into the pot of boiling water that Fuman was boiling.

After boiling the silver needles for a while, the Gospel lay asked Fuman to remove the firewood.

After the nine people stood in unison, Yang Wei once again dragged Yang Chen, who was unconscious in the furnace, out and threw it in the middle of several people.

Just like at the beginning, Yang Wei and the five of them shot again, supporting Yang Chen with a 'big' word in the air.

The four of them, the Gospel Layman, the Fire Burning Stick, the Iron Gall, and Zang Ji, quickly took out a bundle of silver needles from the hot water, surrounded Yang Chen's hand like the wind, and quickly sent the needles, and the silver needles like hairs were suddenly inserted into Yang Chen's newly cast meridians 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, Yang Chen was almost inserted into a hedgehog by a silver needle, and his black body 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 Yang Wei and the five of them raised their hands to throw Yang Chen up, and Yang Wei was also the first to move towards Yang Chen, and poked Yang Chen out with a wave of his fingers.

In an instant, the nine people shot out one after another, and their fingers were like a rain of swords, which could be described as seeing the stitches, and the fingers were in Yang Chen's body, and they couldn't touch the silver needles on his body, which required extremely clever kung fu, and the eyesight and technique were absolutely stable and accurate.

Immediately, Yang Chen, who was covered in black, was beaten by nine people, like a piece of paper, floating in the shadows of everyone's fingers without landing, and the sound of snapping continued.

Xiao Fuman on the side was dumbfounded, he didn't know that the nine people were going to activate the internal force hidden in Yang Chen's body.

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 Gospel Lay Men quickly retreated and left, and Yang Wei and the five of them stepped forward in unison, and once again struck to support Yang Chen into a 'big' character, and then the four Gospel Lay Monks flashed forward again, each of them striking against Yang Chen's left and right waist and chest and back.

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

Half an hour later, the nine people looked at each other, and suddenly they all waved their palms and sent Yang Chen into the air, and the nine people once again pointed out like a rain of swords, and the momentum was amazingly chaotic, hitting Yang Chen's body again.

Xiao Fuman was dumbfounded, and the gospel monk suddenly shouted: "Fuman, what are you in a daze, don't let the temperature of the medicine go down!" ”

Xiao Fuman shook his head, quickly restrained his emotions, 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 Yang Chen into the air, and once again pressed the internal force he activated into the meridians along the silver needle.

After taking turns like this twelve times, the nine people who resisted Yang Chen 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 that the dense silver needles inserted on the surface of Yang Chen's body instantly ejected like locusts and flew around, and were instantly forced out by the nine people, and the scene was called a silver needle flying, dazzling.

The eight of them pushed Yang Chen and gave it to Yang Wei, and Yang Wei swiped his big arm and put the flying Yang Chen into the copper furnace, pressed Yang Chen's head with one palm, and pressed Yang Chen 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.

Sweating like rain, he 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, like a long drought and rain, Yang Chen's whole person's vitality was in a state of rapid improvement, and he opened his eyes in less than half an hour.

Yang Weichang 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 for three days, wait for the meridians to stabilize." ”

Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, and then felt it slightly, and immediately felt the majestic and powerful 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 Yang Wei.

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

Facing the tired and sweaty old man who looked a little tired, Yang Chen really had nothing to say, except for gratitude or gratitude, Wen Yan nodded vigorously again......