Zhao Zimo's white horse was led by a guard, and he followed Wang Cheng and others through dozens of zhang of woods, and arrived at the second road, although this road is not as wide and flat as the official road, but it is perennial walking, and the road surface is quite strong.

"Brother Zhao got into my carriage to recuperate, and I went to another carriage with my inner family and Ling'er, if you need food and water, although I told the guards bluntly, I didn't carry any pills with me, but the guards at home have some gold sore medicine, I don't know if you need it?" Wang Cheng was very polite.

The young man covered in wounds shook his head quite tiredly: "No, I recover quickly." ”

"Do you need some change of clothes?"

Zhao Zimo stretched out his finger, revealing a white jade ring, Wang Cheng looked at him thoughtfully, then stopped talking, and turned his head directly to the guards and said, "Help Zhao Gongzi to get into the carriage, if he needs anything, tell me as soon as possible." ”

"Yes!" Several guards answered.

For this kind of practice, Zhao Zimo smiled helplessly, was helped into the carriage, regardless of the cold pain, immediately meditated cross-legged, and used the true qi to open up the blocked meridians and acupoints, forcing out the yin qi in the body.

Although the dragon's spine is good, the qi and blood that is called every time is like a big river, directly suppressing the injury, and it seems that he can't feel pain and injury, but when Zhao Zimo calms down, he finds that he has quite a lot of injuries.

In particular, the dragon's spine is too explosive, and it is not suitable for the fine work of fine water and long streams, and when treating injuries, you have to rely on the true qi as thin as silk.

Therefore, healing requires meditation, but Zhao Zimo was quite careful, and sat in the realm for half an hour, and did not find that Wang Cheng had the slightest malice, so he completely forgot about it and entered the realm of Xuan and Xuan.

There are 365 points in the human body.

Although it is important to practice Qi to achieve Jindan, these acupoints are also an indispensable piece, and they are all over the body, head, arms, body, arms, soles, and even the lower yin......

If you want to use many martial arts, exercises, and even some bizarre tricks, you must open up these tricks, so that some exercises can be easily played, and more importantly, these tricks can store true qi, especially the wonder of immortality has a great relationship with the tricks in the body.

Zhao Zimo's innate Dao body, all the tricks, although the realm is not enough, his grasp of his body is not so comprehensive, and he can't use it all, but in the future, there is less threshold for rushing acupoints, this is the benefit of the innate Dao body, if all these three hundred and sixty-five tricks can be used, seeing that the ghost fairy is still running a fart, he would have been killed with a sword......

But he didn't need to rush to the acupoint, but he could only use a layer of innate vitality to prevent the mortal dust and miscellaneous qi from entering, but he carried a few knives in a row on his left arm, and the yin qi entered his body, and his natural defensive effect was really useless, and Zhao Zimo, who was originally deep in qi and blood, felt that it was no big deal.

But at this time, he found out that the Tianquan acupoint was contaminated with a few traces of yin qi, and now it was really uncomfortable, if he didn't force it out of his body quickly, then he could carry a sword and raise an eagle in the future......

This situation is different from the internal injuries in the past, it took seven days for Zhao Zimo to force these traces of yin qi out of the acupoint, after all, this is not ordinary flesh and blood, a little bit of damage, if it can't be recovered, then for the monk, it is equivalent to a broken life!

Unless you cultivate to the Taoist glazed body, the heavenly body of martial arts, the golden body of the Arhat of Buddhism, etc., you can not be afraid of the so-called mortal dust turbidity qi entering the body, or what yin qi entering the body, to that realm, there is even a chance to change your appearance.

It's just that this kind of realm, he has been pondering for a long time, and it seems that few people in the entire Pure Yang Sword Sect have reached it.

As for his master Li Daochun, he should have reached that realm, but whether he can practice to such a physique depends on chance, after all, the Taoist master practices qi, and refining the body is purely auxiliary, although the sword cultivator likes to refine the body, but he has heard Zhou Sheng say a lot, his master is completely incomprehensible, but he is also proficient in everything!

It seems that he can do anything, but he can't reach the top, but it can't be said that any monk, in a certain aspect, can reach his realm, it can be regarded as the pinnacle of ability.

But because he can do anything, people can't see what Li Daochun is best at, so other people like to say that his master is a stinky Taoist who has taken the great shit luck, and he has broken through the realm and cultivated all the way, relying on luck to go up, if it weren't for the accident of the disciples, he would be able to go all the way to Nantianmen, and become a Buddha and an ancestor.

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If the horse is whipped up for a month, Zhao Zimo will be able to reach Xiyao City, but this is a carriage......

Originally, he had the intention to find those guys in the town, but it was best to solve his own danger, after all, they had been messing around for more than ten years before they could be worthy of the innate realm.

At this time, he entered the sect a year earlier than himself, how much stronger can he be?

But at this time, he didn't know that those guys who were one or two years younger than him were completely regarded as treasures by those sects, and one by one they broke through the realm like drinking water, and the one with the highest achievement had already cultivated to the out-of-body realm, and even the Yin God was condensed, and it was not a problem to travel thousands of miles at night.

As for the others, they are not much worse, but many people are getting lazier and lazier the more they practice, and one of them is still in the middle of the congenital stage, which is even worse than Zhao Zimo, and he is still swaying around the female disciples of the sect, and he is not in tune all day long......

It's a pity that the elders of the sect can't do anything about this person, after all, according to his old-fashioned saying, Lao Tzu was reincarnated and rebuilt nine times, so let me play until I am twenty years old in this life, okay?

As soon as this sentence came out, the sect master spoke, asking him not to disturb others......

Maybe many people don't believe what he said, but after he was twenty years old, he really broke through the three realms in a year, and at the age of twenty-three, he cultivated the Yuan Shen Dao Fruit and became a land immortal!

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"Brother, what are you doing?" Wang Ling'er hugged the little white rabbit, jumped to the side of the carriage, lifted a curtain corner, and took a sneak look.

Zhao Zimo sat cross-legged, opened his eyes and saw the big round eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Cultivation." ”

"Don't practice, it's hard to rest and rest, play with me, I want to see your flying little sword."

"Practicing martial arts and cultivating the Tao, how can you not practice, if you don't practice for a day, take three steps back......" The little Taoist glanced at the confused Wang Ling'er, couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said to himself: "What am I telling you about this thing." ”

"Come on, come on, take this little sword and play with it, be careful of hurting yourself." Zhao Zimo stepped out of the carriage and rubbed the little guy's hair, making a mess of it.

Wang Ling'er watched the two little braids that her mother had just tied for him today being crumpled together, and was about to hammer him with a small fist, but unfortunately a three-foot small sword flew in front of her.

Wang Ling'er's eyes widened instantly, and she didn't care about anything else, she directly picked up the small sword hilt, put it high on the top of her head, and said with a smile as she ran: "Fly, fly, Dad, look at it, I know how to use the sword, and I want to be a female sword fairy in the future!! ”

Wang Cheng glanced at Zhao Zimo with a hint of apology, he grew up in Tang'an City, and his knowledge was naturally extraordinary, he knew that this small sword was not an ordinary thing, because it was a long sword that could become bigger and smaller.

At the very least, it has to be a spiritual product, but Zhao Zimo just let his daughter play with it, it seems that this young monk is really not an ordinary person.