Hassle-free? Not necessarily, right?

This person lives all his life, that is, he keeps tossing, and when he can't move one day, I'm afraid it's time to leave the world. Ye Feng looked at Wu Wu, who was kneeling in front of the black ferret, and asked again: "Antidote, do you pay it or not?" ”

Wu Wu didn't answer Ye Feng's question, but picked up Xiao Hei, who was motionless in front of him, with trembling hands. When he felt that the little heart was still beating happily, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a cold snort: "Want an antidote? Unless..."

Ye Feng's face turned pale, and the thin wooden stick in his hand also subconsciously tightened, thinking about whether to beat this group of guys half to death first, and then, hum... You might as well let them taste the taste of a hundred ghosts. I don't believe that you don't give an antidote, it's a big deal to endure a few days of headaches and use the Soul Dementoring Dafa on him, reading all the memories in the depths of his brain.

It's just that I don't know if Mu Linglong's body has a healing function for the sequelae of this kind of soul dementoring Dafa, if so, will it be more free to use it in the future? It's a pity, this Ye Feng's mortal body can't carry the superior spells of the two worlds of immortals and demons at the moment, otherwise, I'm afraid that his red-eyed Arhat will really be a lost horse.

However, he could feel that the wood in this body was racing against time to repair the immortal bone spirit root of the primordial god, and he hoped that it would be able to complete this arduous and great task as soon as possible. If he succeeds, and Ye Feng cultivates an immortal body with his own help, will his red-eyed Arhat also be able to follow this body to become an immortal and a Buddha and live forever?

Just as he was proud, he suddenly felt the awakening of another force, and before he had time to control it, the control of this body had already been in the hands of others. maybe, for the sake of having the same voice and the same breath and sharing the same body, I will not fight with him. When he thought so, the red-eyed arhat closed his eyes, silently recited a meditation mantra in his mouth, meditated, and slowly disappeared.

Ye Feng was like a drowning person who had fallen into a lake and held his breath for a long time and was suddenly pulled out of the water, gasping for breath, and the bright red in his eye sockets quickly faded and returned to a normal color.

The mountain breeze is cold, the early cold is warm, and the air after the rain is very fresh. Wet and soft, Ye Feng, who had just woken up from a dream, woke up in an instant. Only then did I remember that Meng Yao in the stone house was still in a poisoned coma, waiting for him to go to the rescue. So, Ye Feng didn't think about it, shook the thin wooden stick in his hand lightly, and stabbed the ferret in Wuwu's hand.

"Don't, don't, don't." Wu Wu hurriedly turned his body to the side, and said to Ye Feng in an almost pleading tone: "There is an antidote, can I still give it?" You should let my little black go, don't fight it again, okay? As he spoke, he hugged the ferret with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out a small and delicate porcelain bottle from the pocket of his pants, then opened his mouth to bite off the cork on the mouth of the bottle, and motioned for Ye Feng to reach over.

Ye Feng was concerned about Meng Yao's safety, and stretched out his left hand without thinking about it. Unexpectedly, the corners of the carefree mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sneer that was not easy to detect. With a slight flick of his wrist, a small round pill rolled out of the porcelain bottle, which looked black and smelled of fish.

"This is the antidote?" Ye Feng asked uncertainly, staring at the carefree facial expression with his eyes as he spoke, wanting to get a positive answer from his face.

"That's right, that's the solution... You, what are you doing here? As soon as Wu Wu opened his mouth, Ye Feng threw the small pill in his hand into Wu Wu's mouth, and did not forget to pat his chin, so that he could swallow the small pill into his stomach more smoothly.

"Nothing." Ye Feng looked at the extremely carefree with a smile on his face and said: "I forgot to tell you, I studied Chinese medicine with an old monk when I was a child, although the level of treating diseases and saving people is not good, but for medicinal materials, it is both kind and familiar." If I'm not mistaken, this pill is not an antidote at all, it should be a Gu worm. I can't name it, but you can't fool me. ”

Ye Feng said, and the smile on his face became more and more intense. Mu Linglong in his body was running wildly, and he also recovered some memories because of it. Thinking of the kind old monk who cared for and loved him as a grandson, I felt a warm feeling in my heart. He is always thinking about his own body, not only reading books, looking for exercises for himself, but also going out from time to time to inquire about some folk remedies to change his physique.

Until Ye Feng was seven years old, the old monk whimsically forced him to learn the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, saying that he could help him enter the martial arts with medicine. Use qigong to strengthen the physique, so as to achieve the effect of consolidating the essence and locking the spirit, firmly binding the three souls in the body, so that they are not easy to leave the body and wander in the void.

Worry-free self-aware that the plan was seen through by the guy in front of him, and he no longer pretended to be crazy and stupid, and shook his wrist lightly, and there was a three-inch-long gold needle at his fingertips. He held his breath, and after feeling the condition of his body slightly, he slammed his hand and inserted the golden needle into the Yutang acupoint on his chest. Then he slowly rotated, as if he was feeling if he had inserted the Gu worm, and then he lifted it three times, and finally seemed to have achieved the desired effect, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Collect the needle, lift your breath, cough softly, and then open your mouth, and spit out a small bug with a long fingernail. Could this Nima be the antidote? A sneer appeared on Ye Feng's face, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and in the end, he was panting and gritting his teeth with hatred. Your uncle, the tiger is not powerful, you can't be Garfield?

Brother Feng is angry, and the consequences are serious! Because he remembered a punishment he had seen in an ancient book as a child, a cruel method devised by the high priest of a small northwestern country in order to control prisoners of war. She used her deep internal strength to crush the hair of the prisoners of war, and then used special techniques to beat the broken hair into the bodies of the prisoners of war.

These shredded hairs roam around their bodies and are not problematic in normal times. However, when the moon is full, they will crowd into the host's heart, blocking the atrial pulse pump, causing the host to faint due to insufficient blood supply to the brain. Therefore, every time the moon is full, the high priest of this country gathers all the prisoners of war, and the faithful and trustworthy are rewarded with the continuation of life; Centrifugal rebels, executed on the spot.

Ye Feng glanced at Wu Wu's short black and shiny hair, made a lightning move, and with a light touch on his hair, there were hundreds of broken hairs with the thickness of needle tips in his palm, which were no more than three or four millimeters long, and the short ones were even less than one millimeter. He nodded, satisfied, and then with all his strength, he slapped a palm on his heart while he was surprised.

Because it was the first time to play like this, he was a little uneasy, and he deliberately saw through it, and saw that those broken hair had already entered the worry-free body, so he nodded with satisfaction. He opened his mouth and smiled, and said, "One life is worth one life, so be it!" ”

How to say that it was only a ferret that bit Meng Yao, no matter how violent the toxin is, as long as you know its ingredients, you can prepare an antidote. This carefree is not so lucky, wait for the painful torment of the full moon night! Even if he has deep internal strength and can forcibly force those broken hairs away from his heart, I'm afraid he will consume a lot of true qi, and wait until the next full moon night? See how long he can last.

Ye Feng thought, these people who practice martial arts should not be afraid of death, what they are really afraid of is probably half-dead, right? Haha, unless he has a special function, otherwise, once the true qi is exhausted, he will only survive! When I first saw this punishment, it didn't have a name, so it took so long to choose a name for it, isn't it appropriate to call it a worry-free life and death charm?

Ignoring the carefree inexplicability, Ye Feng turned around and walked towards the stone kiln next to him. Seeing that Meng Yao in the corner of the wall was still unconscious, Ye Feng walked over and got dressed, and then put Meng Yao on his back and trotted all the way down the mountain.