Burial Dragon Cave Entrance.

The jackal's eyes glowed with a dark orchid, staring at Tie Lingshuang at the bottom of the cave.

The blood tore through the skin, on the back of the exposed hand and cheek, the blood overflowed from the inch-long wound, the seven orifices were bleeding, as terrible as a ghost, Tie Lingshuang's eyes were closed, and he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't wake up, and maybe he didn't want to wake up.

How much can human blood have?

Seeing that Tie Lingshuang's blood flowed down his clothes to the stone face, slowly seeping in, the bottom of the cave was dark red, although Tie Lingshuang's qi was sufficient, the blood was insufficient, and his chest rose and fell rapidly, like beating a mountain drum. The blood went straight down, and his face was gradually pale, because he had lost too much blood, and his essence and blood were weak, and if he continued to flow, he was afraid that he would die of blood loss.

The jackal's green skin trembled, the blue light flashed in his eyes, and there was a trace of black blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and he did his best.

People have five internal organs, the liver and the five elements belong to wood, the place where the soul dwells, and the blood is also hidden in the liver.

Jackals paint dreams, and they are also different.

The male rat can only affect people's hearts, make people indulge in the past, lead people deep with the warmest dream in the bottom of their hearts, and then disturb people's spirits with the most fearful and sad things, stir the liver and blood, make people lose their shapes and spirits, go crazy and die, and at this time, the liver is still hot, the blood is boiling, the spirit is not leaving, and the jackal likes it the most.

Female rats are different, jackals and male rats are full of foul smell, female rats are blood-red, their eyes are cold and white, their bodies have a strange fragrance, and they also eat human liver and blood, but they like to eat people's hearts and blood the most.

The female mouse painting dream is more superb than the male mouse, through the secluded into the gods, warm as the fairy world Yao Pond, cold as Senluo Hell, if people fall, it is difficult to escape the picture scroll, will be heartbroken and die.

Seeing that Tie Lingshuang's face was pale, his blood and qi were weak, the wounds on his body were still there, and there was gradually no blood to flow, although his wheezing was urgent, his breath was weak, and he was about to die of liver and intestines soon, the jackal at the entrance of the cave was concentrated, and the blue light in his eyes was about to flourish again.

In the chaos at the bottom of the cave, Tie Lingshuang was shocked, looking up to the sky and roaring, the two scars that were originally left on Zhong Lijiu's face suddenly flashed with cash, like a picturesque carving, under the clothes on the front chest and back, there were also fine pieces of light flashing out, between the light and the extinction, a Dapeng phantom flashed golden light, with a surging anger rushed to the sky, all the way out of the hole, and shook the nine heavens.

Tie Lingshuang opened his eyes suddenly, and the two golden lights rushed straight into the center of his eyebrows like a big gun, a touch of blue, destroying the withering and decaying, and crashing into the eyes of the jackal who was stunned for a moment.

"Tsk!"

The jackal's blood-red eyes burst open in an instant, purple and black blood splattered, struggling and rolling at the entrance of the cave, and a sharp scream came from afar.

At the bottom of the cave, Tie Lingshuang's golden light flickered several times and gradually faded, and a few golden feathers floating in the cave slowly dissipated, exhausted, Tie Lingshuang gently closed his eyes and fainted to the ground.

In Kunming City, Zhong Lijiu watched the big bird in his palm slowly dissipate, closed his eyes and felt it for a while, smiled slightly bitterly, shook his head, and then breathed.

... ...

The red sun is rising, and the world is white.

Tie Lingshuang, who was lying in the dried bloodstains, suddenly opened his eyes, turned over, and was about to look down at his feet, when the scabs of fine blood fell and made a loud noise.

Tie Lingshuang stared at his palm in surprise, covered with a layer of dark red blood scabs, the blood that flowed out last night had dried up, attached to his body, and kept falling as his clothes shook.

Stretched out his hand and touched his cheek and neck, thinking of last night's big dream, Tie Lingshuang's brows were tightly locked, he was combing his blood last night, thinking about the way to crack it, I don't know why, it seems to be a dream, and it is more like a memory, especially at the end of the dream, I saw something that I didn't remember before.

Thinking of the last figure that turned into ashes, his chest shook suddenly, a heavy heartbeat sounded, and the small blood scabs on his body fell more quickly, Tie Lingshuang covered his chest with one hand, and his eyes were staring at the other hand.

The blood seems to be much thicker and heavier, and the skin is only slightly reddened during the contraction, and it doesn't look like it was bruised before.

Scratching his head anxiously, closing his eyes and experiencing it carefully, Tie Lingshuang shook his head, there was no surprise and disappointment in his eyes, only a faint question, and he determined one thing, and there was no breakthrough.

Last night, I was combing through the uncontrolled and complicated forces in my body one by one, but I just found a clue, and somehow fell asleep. Now it seems that the blood has only become viscous and heavy, and it may be that the mood is unstable in the dream, causing excessive blood loss.

Unconsciously excited, angry, hesitating, uncontrollable indiscriminate collision of blood and qi, and the small whirlpool hidden in the blood flow, originally to resist the undercurrent of the Yangtze River, I didn't expect to get used to it along the way, and the blood flow gradually generated an undercurrent.

Although there is no internal breath, there is no distinction between blood and qi, the breath is like water, the blood is originally water, and all kinds of strength are in the heart between the collection and release, and it is also like the true qi, or heavy, or soft, or sharp, or obscure, and complicated.

The breakthrough to be made now is to take the army as a big army, to be your own mind as the commander of the army, to bind these forces that are both rebellious and yin, like the fingers of the arm, when it is time to be peaceful, to recuperate, and when to fight, then put on armor and be sharp, galloping vertically and horizontally, and cannot let them rush and rebel indiscriminately.

Zhong Lijiu said that if you want to restrain such a power, you need a spiritual realm to restrain and control it, Tie Lingshuang heard it, blood and blood, with blood and blood, and the mind can affect the breath, if you can't control your mind, it will be difficult to control the ups and downs of the blood.

According to him, it is about letting yourself manage your temperament, you can take revenge, you can kill people, but you have to calm down and cultivate, and when you reach the King's Landing, you can move the hatred out, whether it is a thousand cuts, or a car split, as you like.

After 20 years of turbulent life, he said that he would change himself? Learn from the old monk in the temple, and also have an epiphany?

Tie Lingshuang smiled coldly, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and looked at his palm, there seems to be one more problem now, in the past few days, Dajiang Bolang has finally reached the apex that he can barely hold onto, and touched the first pass of the Golden Wing's true solution, but somehow he slept and went backwards?

Stretched out his hand and clenched his fist tightly, his qi and blood gathered, his fist was bright red, and a low explosion sounded, driving the clothes and hunting, Tie Lingshuang felt it, raised the corners of his mouth, and it seemed that his strength had not decreased.

Retracting his qi and blood, Tie Lingshuang shook his head and smiled, although it is not clear what the reason is for the time being, it seems that there is no need to worry about it at present, since it has not yet reached the end, it is better to take a step further, just take advantage of this time to calm down and sort out, what is it necessary to make his mood go to the next level.

"Tsk. ”

A subtle voice came from overhead, Tie Lingshuang pulled out the spear inserted at the bottom of the cave, and stared at the line again, "Let the dragon soul return to the sea, mortals can see the red dust the most." After looking at it for a while, he smiled slightly,

"I'll find you, eyebrows. ”

Tie Lingshuang turned over and landed on the top of the cave, and when he turned around, he saw the tiger from yesterday lying quietly on the edge of the cliff, looking at himself, with a respectful and docile tiger face, stretching out a wide tiger claw, and under the claw pressed a bloodstained mouse, which was screaming.

Walking forward, staring at the dry mouse, the breath was like nothing, and the scream gradually became low, Tie Lingshuang looked at the blood-red eyes that were only left after it burst, and asked softly,

"Is this a jackal?"

When the big tiger heard the inquiry, he quickly lowered his head and returned meekly.

"Yes, my lord, this is the jackal of the Rat Painted Mountain. ”

Tie Lingshuang raised his feathers, looked at the tiger in surprise, and asked,

"Didn't you let you go? Why did you come back?"

The cold sweat came down, the tiger's head hung lower, he had already run away last night, but when he thought that the monkey Taoist friend who was practicing with him was caught, and he fled all the way without his life, and he was about to be caught, this person saved his life, and it was obvious that she was breaking through the edge, and she ran like this, and it was too embarrassing for the tiger to face, so she secretly ran back, just stayed at the bottom of the mountain for a night, and it was regarded as guarding, but I didn't expect to see the golden-winged Dapeng bird that rose to the sky, but fortunately I didn't offend her yesterday.

The tiger hesitated for a moment, then returned,

"When the little demon escaped from southern Xinjiang, his abdomen was clawed by this jackal, and he didn't see it all the way, thinking that it didn't follow, and after running away yesterday, he was always relieved, so he came back to see. ”

Tie Lingshuang smiled lightly, glanced at the jackal under the tiger's claws, snorted coldly, looked at the messy blood scab on his body, and asked,

"Where is this pond?"

The tiger stood up, raised his claws and pointed to a dense forest at the foot of the mountain,

"In the middle of the forest, a little east, there was a small lake. ”

Tie Lingshuang glanced at the forest at the foot of the mountain, nodded, and said to the tiger,

"I've given you this mouse, and you're going to roast a cow for me, and throw that half away. ”

The tiger looked at Tie Lingshuang who was leaping down, stretched out his tiger claws and flipped over the jackal that had been struggling all night and was about to die, the tiger's mouth was grinning, a tiger palm was smashed, and then he roared happily and ran towards the distant herd.

In a small lake, Tie Lingshuang plunged into the bottom of the lake, the blood scab dissolved in the water, turned into a thread of blood, floating in the lake, Tie Lingshuang swam all the way to the bottom of the lake, slightly disappointed.

The lake was too shallow, and this pressure had no effect on cultivation at all, so he could only wipe it on his face, wipe off the bloodstains, and swim under the water for a while before he surfaced, sat cross-legged on the rocks in the shallow water, and thought quietly.

The jackal is covered in blue and gray, and it is said that the male rat will attract people to dreams, but they all evoke the dreamer's own memories, and cannot be fictional, only the female mouse can write dreams at will.

This is strange, before Zhong Lijiu took him to Qingcheng, he remembered very well that in the fire, it was indeed his sister who was holding him, but he didn't know why, so he suddenly fainted.

In last night's dream, it was not the case, my sister was taken away by the two people who fell from the sky, and she was taken away by Zhong Lijiu's gang after turning into a white dragon before she fainted and woke up, which I didn't have an impression of before.

The father did not leave, but stayed in the ruins of the Tie family, and the person who turned into ashes in the fire phoenix cage on the ruins was his mother.

Is this true?

Tie Lingshuang stared at the dense forest on the other side of the lake in a daze, rising day by day, the dew that was originally on the leaves in the forest turned into a thick vapor and slowly rose, and gradually dissipated with the breeze, like a dream life.

There are some things that have always been on my mind, such as anger, hatred, and the high King's Landing, such as Zhu Di, the old bald donkey, and Zhong Lijiu.

But deep down in my heart, there are always some confusions that I dare not touch, such as what does my father want to say to me in the end, why does my mother, who has never practiced, have another knife, and where does my sister find herself?

Speaking of which, I really want to thank the mouse for giving me another moment to return to that small study, so that I can return to Jinan City and the Tiejia, even if it is for a day.

After being melancholy for a long time, the birds in the forest spread to the forest, and the sound of chirping came, Tie Lingshuang chuckled, looked down at the water, and couldn't help but sigh.

The surface of the water is like a mirror, reflecting the scar on his face, but it is a little strange, the scar on his face is very deep, it has always been dark red and black, and the wound is uneven, but now it seems that it is still hideous, but it doesn't seem to be black anymore, just with a deep blood red.

Tie Lingshuang gently touched the scar under his left eye, and there was no roughness between his fingers, it seemed to have become much smoother, and he lowered his head to the surface of the water and stared at it carefully for a while, and the color was indeed lighter.

What's going on?

Why did the cave wake up from sleep, the blood became heavy, the wound became smoother, and it changed so much? Could it be that there is some treasure in the dragon cave, such as dragon blood? Or is it that in the dark, my father and mother are protecting me?

Do you want another night's sleep?

Tie Lingshuang stood up, stretched his long-lost lazy waist, looked at the gray smoke floating on the top of the mountain, smiled lightly, walked to the shore, picked up the iron gun, played a set of general orders, and when his body was gradually dry, he put away the gun and turned around, and ran towards the top of the mountain.

Since the qi and blood have not yet reached the extreme, it is not so difficult to collect the power, Tie Lingshuang sat by the bonfire, stretched out his hand and dragged a cow leg, while eating, while looking at the tiger lying on the opposite side,

"You want to go back to southern Xinjiang?"

The tiger nodded lightly and said,

"I originally wanted to go to the Central Plains, but yesterday I also figured it out, our southern Xinjiang, whether it is a person or a demon, far away from the mountains, I am always at ease, I am ready to go to the edge of Kunming City to find a cave to hide. ”

Throwing away the big bone stick in his hand, Tie Lingshuang glanced at the tiger appreciatively, and said,

"It's okay, you are familiar with southern Xinjiang, I happened to go to southern Xinjiang to find someone, you just follow me, if you are lucky, you can survive. ”

Of course, it's also about helping with the roast beef.

Following the violent master all the way, the tiger was naturally overjoyed, hurriedly stood up, and thanked him repeatedly.

Watching Tie Lingshuang gobble up, the tiger swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, hesitated for a while, and whispered,

"I went back to southern Xinjiang, on the one hand, to repay your kindness, and there is also a piece of news, which may be of little use to your lordship. ”

Tie Lingshuang carried a cow's front leg, looked at the tiger suspiciously, and motioned for him to continue. The tiger nodded,

"The little demon used to practice in a cave not far from the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and during this period of time, there was an aura leaking out at the bottom of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, and the little demons around us all had a sense that there might be a divine beast born in the Snow Mountain. ”