Qin Sheng played the abacus very well, but he didn't expect that there would be a small accident in April - he was in a hurry to practice, which caused the qi and blood to flow backwards, and he almost went crazy.

If it weren't for Emperor Xiu's timely discovery, I'm afraid that he would really become a waste.

It was the end of March when he practiced the ninth style of Lian Zhen, and he was in a hurry to finish the last style, so that he didn't see the dismantling and flaws on the secret book about the last style, and he was in a hurry when he practiced the sword, and he felt that the meridians were stiff, the qi and blood in the body flowed backwards, and the pain in the viscera was unbearable.

It was as if there was a flow of air in the body that was about to burst.

He subconsciously wanted to resist with his luck, but suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, turned his head and saw Emperor Xiu swept in front of him like a gust of wind, slashed his palm on his wrist, and snatched the sword in his hand.

Before Qin Shang could speak, Di Xiu's fingers were fast, and several cool true qi invaded from several acupuncture points on his back, and then slapped Qin Shang's back violently.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Qin Shang's eyes turned dark, and he was suddenly unconscious.

When I woke up again, it was three days later.

Sitting up from the bed, Qin Sheng was soft, and he felt the empty barrenness in the dantian of his chest and abdomen, and he was suddenly shocked.

Tried luck and didn't react at all.

At that moment, Qin Sheng thought that his true martial arts had been lost and he had become a waste, and he sat on the bed as if he had lost his soul, unable to react for a long time.

It wasn't until the familiar breath was close that he suddenly raised his eyes, with an unconcealable panic and pale in his eyes, and his voice was stiff: "Master." ”

"Come down." Di Xiu's tone was light.

Qin Shang was stunned, got off the bed in silence, and stood in front of Di Xiu with his head bowed.

Di Xiu looked at him for a moment, raised his hand and slapped him over.

Syllable.

The sound was very loud and crisp, without the slightest soft force.

Qin Sheng was beaten to the side, the corners of his mouth cracked, and blood snaked down the corners of his lips.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

Qin Shang's expression was stiff and pale, and he knelt down without saying a word.

"What did this seat tell you about martial arts?"

Qin Shang pursed his lips, and his voice was tense: "The heart is calm, the mind is calm, the heart is peaceful, the mind is quiet, there is nothing to do, there is nothing to do, the qi is clear, and the spirit is clear, and all things return to the root." ”

Di Xiu's expression was indifferent: "Did you do it?" ”

Qin Sheng shook his hand, and his voice was so low that he was almost lifeless: "...... Not. ”

"Why didn't it happen?" As the sound of this sentence fell, his hand rose and fell, and the scabbard was directly drawn on Qin Shang's back, "Explain!" ”

Qin Shang was directly beaten to the ground, the severe pain made him dizzy in front of his eyes, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant, "Subordinate...... Subordinates know their mistakes, subordinates should be damned......"

"Do you know what's wrong?" Di Xiu looked down at him coldly, his eyes were almost warm, "According to this seat, the biggest mistake should be in this seat, and I shouldn't have told you about going to Lingguo earlier." ”

As the words fell, the sleeves of the white robe were raised lightly, and the heavy scabbard was waved down mercilessly.

The sound of the wind breaking is sharp and palpitating.

Qin Sheng closed his eyes and was about to suffer the thunder punishment, but after the voice fell, he felt that something was wrong-

It was as if a string had suddenly broken in his mind, and the terrible thought made his face change suddenly, and he looked up in disbelief, but as far as he could see, the snow-white sleeves of his robe were dyed a little scarlet, which was extremely dazzling.

Drops of bright red blood dripped down the wide snow-white sleeves to the ground, setting off an almost crazy color in the eyes.

Qin Shang's face turned pale, and his voice was hoarse and broken: "Master! ”