I raised my eyelids, but saw Zhong Shuiyue standing in the cell two meters opposite, with a spring face, looking at me with affectionate eyebrows, red lips lightly opened, and she turned into a sexy shape, which was very moving.

Seeing that I was looking over, Zhong Shuiyue pretended to be pitiful, and continued to plead softly: "Brother Lu Zuo, we are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should we have known each other before, we have always been masked, but there were many misunderstandings before, here sister, I apologize to you, but don't hurt the harmony." Look inside this cell, it's noisy and smelly, it's really not a place for people, and the mosquitoes are very fierce, tonight is unstoppable, and please light us a mosquito coil for the sake of the same Chinese? ”

I ignored Zhong Shuiyue, who was scratching his head and posing, and looked at Guo Jiabin next to him, he was wilting, he lowered his head and didn't speak, but just patted the mosquitoes from time to time and scratched the skin on his body, obviously acquiescing to Zhong Shuiyue's good selling.

Before I could speak, there was a pustuated man on their side: "Friend, this Burmese poisonous mosquito, we rough old men can barely stand it, that delicate little lady can't stand it, you know the sissy just now, don't worry, just give her one?" ”

This man spoke Yunnan dialect, but I could probably understand it, smiled, ignored it, calmed down, and took care of himself to transcribe again the first chapter of the Twelve Dharmas that I had tampered with beyond recognition. To say that this writing code words is really a headache job, unless you are engrossed, you can't think that I just started to write a line of words, then Zhong Shuiyue saw that I didn't pay attention to her at all, and couldn't help but smoke above her head in anger, and she couldn't care about the image at the moment, so she scolded loudly.

This woman's scolding words are very vulgar, there is no little freshness like the tiger cat, and she does not beat around the bush, and there is a burst of national scolding at the moment, which is unbearable, and I don't care about listening to it, and I write by myself.

The wicked still need the wicked to grind, Zhong Shuiyue's scolding attracted the cell head who was napping, the big belly is also a vulgar person, and he believes in the truth under the fist, and he does not have the heart of pity and cherishing the jade.

I have seen a lot of this kind of person, and I don't pay attention to it, copy and change it, until the candle is about to burn out, and finally drum up more than a thousand words. I was exhausted, read through it, and felt a bit similar to the 12 methods, some well-known theories have not been changed at all, and as for the secret methods, they are completely different, ambiguous, and simply bullshit.

I was secretly proud, and I also blew out the candle at the moment, and then sat against the wall, and my body habitually meditated.

I subconsciously lifted the qi from the dantian to travel Zhoutian, so something surprising appeared, I suddenly felt a seed sprout, the strength of the birth, break free from all the shackles, a sentence emerged from the heart: "Wuji and Taiji, Taiji moves and generates yang, moving pole and static, static and yin, static pole removing." One movement and one stillness, each other is its root; Divide yin and yang, and stand on the two instruments. Yang becomes yin and gives birth to water, fire, wood, metal, and earth. The five elements are one yin and yang, yin and yang are one taiji, and taiji is also indigenous. The two qi are sympathetic, and all things are born and change. ”

As soon as this mystery entered my heart, the energy came out of nothing, nourishing my depleted body little by little, little by little, the sour and weak whole body seemed to be soaked in the warm hot spring water, all the suffering around me was in vain, I felt that my soul was floating upward, there was a wonderful feeling of deep immersion, full of joy, wanting to sing loudly.

Integration, penetration, aggregation, and guidance......

Almost instantly, I finally understood why I was still able to have the energy to circulate in the meridians after taking the Bone Eater Herb - this desperate herb could seal the sea of qi and meridians that only the human body, but in my lower abdomen, there were two magical powers that did not belong to me.

First, it is the Wuxian remnants from the bronze coffin in the Nushan Gorge; One is a corpse pill that comes directly from the Flying Corpse Collection of the Qingshan Realm for thousands of years. Both of these have the aura of the ancient wilderness, which cannot be suppressed by a mere bone-eating grass, but through my guidance with this correct method, they can be fused and unraveled by the meridians that my bone-eating grass has sealed with qi.

Although this process will be a bit long, I don't care, because with hope, the world will definitely be bright.

With this in mind, I sat down until dawn, and when the morning sun shone down through the high, narrow window, I lay down on the new bedding from the cell boss to avoid suspicion.

In the claustrophobic cell, it is actually full of boredom, which is why so many things distort human nature happen, but I rarely have time, so leisurely, lying on the bed and thinking carefully about the twelve methods and the two orthodox witch scriptures, I always feel that every time I recite it silently, there will be new insights in it, combined with my own experience and insight in the past few years, as well as those life and death experiences when I was in the war, I am more and more invested in the spirit, many methods and methods, I can't wait to try it immediately.

I didn't think the time was slow, and before I knew it, after lunch, a bunch of soldiers and black-robed cultivators suddenly came to the door, and they went straight to the innermost part of the cell.

I handed him the two pages of paper on the table, and said that this thing had almost 200,000 words, and for a while, I couldn't get it out, so I had to write it little by little.

Seeing that I was so cooperative, Xu Ming nodded and took it, but he didn't look at it, but folded the paper and put it in a leather bag to wrap it.

After carefully putting it away, Xu Ming told me that the conditions of this place are really bad, and I will change places for you today.

Although I am not afraid of mosquitoes, the lifeless musty smell in it is really unbearable, and I just nod my head at the moment and don't say much. Along with me were Master Datu, Zhong Shuiyue and Guo Jiabin, a pair of mandarin ducks. Amid the loud cursing of the prisoners inside, we left the cell and walked down the mountain road to the open field to the west.

I'm still shackled, but Xu Ming's guy is also impressive, and he has always helped me carry the heavy shot put, which is easy.

After walking for about ten minutes, escorted by a large number of escorts, we finally came to the open land in the west.

There is a small three-storey building with a unique shape, the reason why it is said to be chic, in fact, is that there are pagodas around it, there are wind chimes tied with red ropes on the eaves, the surrounding exterior walls are painted with strange blood patterns, and the ground is paved with pebbles with strange shapes.

This place is only a little more than a minute away from the bamboo building where Mr. Xu lives, and at Mr. Xu's speed, it is almost instantaneous.

This situation has made my heart heavy, and the hope I have worked so hard to plant will be dashed again?

Seeing this scene, my heart couldn't help but be sad, but my face didn't show it, but praised Xu Ming without words: "It's good here, the scenery is beautiful, the air is fresh, compared with the prison cell, it's a hell and a paradise." Seeing me say this, Xu Ming was relieved, and replied casually: "I didn't clean it up before, so I neglected you a little, and I rushed it out overnight yesterday, and I also hope that you can calm down and not be disturbed by others." ”

While talking, we have walked to the door of the building, the door is an iron door, need to use the force of the guide rail, to be able to barely open, when I walked in, I turned around, and saw a female figure in the distance, was being supported to walk to the mountain, I always feel familiar, just wait to take another look, distinguish clearly, but was pulled by Xu Ming, said to take me in to have a look.

I followed him in, and when I turned back, I was gone.

The inside of the house was well lit and there were four or five rooms with closed iron doors on the first floor, and a long table in the middle hall with armed men on guard. My room is on the second floor, there are not many things in it, a bed, a table and a chair, there are paper and pens on the table, these are all prepared, because it needs to be transcribed for a long time, so the shackles on my body have been removed.

I feel that there is a very eerie ghost in this house, and I know that there is something strange in it, otherwise it would not be so relaxed.

Master Datu lives on the second floor, while Zhong Shuiyue and Guo Jiabin live on the third floor, which is still simple, but it is much better than the prison cell. However, living under Mr. Xu's nose, this feeling still makes me a little unaccustomed.

Xu Ming explained to me, saying that I should write in the room with peace of mind, and if my mind is tired, I can go to the first floor for a stroll, but it is best not to go out.

I said yes, and he went to Guru Datu again to explain himself, and then went up to the third floor.

Although I didn't notice anything, I always felt that I was being watched, so I didn't dare to be presumptuous, so I lay down at my desk and pretended to be for a while, then drank some water and lay down on the bed to rest. After taking the Bone Eater, I was already sleepy easily, so even if there was a watcher, I was not afraid to show my filling.

I was really sleepy, my eyes were closed, and people were confused, and there seemed to be a few knocks on the door outside, but I ignored them.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, I suddenly woke up, and the ghost came out of the door, and saw that the declining face of the Venerable Master Datu was also in the hall, he saw me, pointed to the top, I thought, step by step to the upstairs, at the entrance of the building, I saw a person standing in the dark, it was Zhong Shuiyue, and the little Moro, who should have disappeared without a trace, actually appeared in her arms again, squinting his eyes, and drinking milk comfortably.