Since the establishment of this exercise, the emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty at that time was grateful for the loyalty of the general, and in addition, which emperor did not want his subordinates to be loyal to him wholeheartedly, so the emperor at that time listed this kung fu as a compulsory exercise for practitioners of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

The exercises are compulsory, but the level of cultivation that each person can practice is very different.

Because of the difficulty of this exercise, many people have been cultivating for a long time, and they can't transform the aura into a physical weapon, and they can't even break through this level, let alone others.

Therefore, later, the emperor listened to the advice of the elders of the Northern Netherworld Sect and canceled the decision that everyone must practice, and the cultivators needed to pass the special assessment of the Northern Netherworld Sect.

In this way, there are a lot fewer people who cultivate, and coupled with its difficulty, there are even fewer people who can really cultivate well.

Later, it was slowly lost, leaving only a book of exercise cheats.

Seeing Xiao Yichen vomiting blood, Shui Lingyue hurriedly ran over, helped Xiao Yichen, and said nervously: "Yi, how are you?" ”

As she spoke, Shui Lingyue took out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped the blood from her lips for Xiao Yichen.

Xiao Yichen turned around, smiled at Shui Lingyue, and said, "I'm fine." ”

At this time, Shui Lingyue was really distressed and blamed herself, blaming herself for being too poor in cultivation.

Xiao Yichen looked at Shui Lingyue's uncomfortable expression, as if he had guessed what she was thinking, stretched out his hand, touched her cheek, and said, "Silly girl, even if your cultivation is better, you can't stand up to the number of them." ”

He paused, deliberately made a relaxed appearance, straightened his chest, and said, "Besides, with me here, what are you worried about?" It's just a little blood spit, you and I, a dignified seven-foot man, a lot of blood, spit a little bit, what's the matter? ”

Shui Lingyue looked at Xiao Yichen and listened to Xiao Yichen's intention to take advantage of herself, but she didn't blame him at all in her heart, but her eyes felt uncomfortable.

She is a doctor, how can she not see how Yi is injured? But Yi, in order not to worry about himself, he not only had to endure physical pain, but also thought about how to make himself happy and not let himself worry and be sad, how could she be willing to blame him for his heart.

Shui Lingyue reached out and put her hand on his wrist, and said softly: "Yi, stop talking, I'll show you the injury." “

This time, Xiao Yichen did not refuse, but gently leaned on Shui Lingyue's body, Shui Lingyue helped him sit down on a stone next to him, and began to diagnose Xiao Yichen's pulse.

Shui Lingyue frowned slightly and said, "Yi, you are suffering from internal injuries, and the injuries are not light. ”

Xiao Yichen smiled lightly, and said lightly: "It's not in the way, it will get better slowly." ”

When he practiced this kind of kung fu, he naturally knew the power of this kind of kung fu, so he rarely used this kung fu.

Master once told him that this kung fu should not be used continuously in a short period of time, if you use it once and rest for a month, the internal injuries on your body can still be recovered.

But if it is used continuously in a short period of time and hurts the root, then even if it is raised, it will not be able to be raised.

Shui Lingyue didn't answer, just took out a red pill from her arms, sent it to Xiao Yichen's lips, and said, "This is a hemostatic pill, eat it quickly." ”