For the next three days, the small fishing boat became a place for An Zheng to stay. Every day he repeats one thing, that is, to go to Qinghuizong's back kitchen to wash dishes. The weirdo seems to have an incomprehensible habit of cleanliness, or to torture Ann for pleasure.

If An Zheng just went to wash the dishes, he might not attract the attention of Qinghui Sect, but An Zheng is definitely not an honest person, and his strength is not enough to make An Zheng take revenge on Luo Duoduo, but it is always okay to make trouble.

Every time he went to the back kitchen of Qinghui Sect, An Zheng would do some bad things, either drugging the water tank or poisoning the rice. These tactics, which were previously unacceptable, are now used without any uneasiness of conscience.

To kill the wicked is to do good.

It's a pity that although the Qinghui Sect is not a big sect, the strength of the sect master Qingfeng is in the small holy realm, which is much higher than An Zheng, whether it is drugged or poisoned, it has no meaning to the official Qingfeng.

The middle-aged man has a cold and indifferent attitude as always, but there are many tricks in torturing Anzheng. In order to get the news of Xiaoliu'er, An Zheng endured all this.

After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but glance at the guy sadly: "With your strength, even if you don't eat for the rest of your life, you won't be fine, why are you so on time three times a day?"

The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said earnestly: "Eating is the most basic right given by God, if you even give up eating, what is the meaning of being a man?"

An Zheng: "But why do I think you just want me to go to the back kitchen of Qinghui Sect to wash the dishes for you." ”

The middle-aged man had a whimsical expression: "You can not go." ”

An Zheng was just about to say something, but he made a closed gesture towards An Zheng: "I didn't ask you, you can leave at any time." You have another way to find out the whereabouts of your beautiful girl, you are stalking me to follow me. ”

An Zheng's face changed: "What do you know, I didn't tell you whether my friend is a man or a woman." ”

The middle-aged man said: "Look at your lustful face, I also know that you are not a man." ”

An Zheng: "There are men. ”

Middle-aged man: "Oh, you've got a lot of interests. ”

An Zheng: "If I can beat you......"

The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately scorched by the electricity.

"Go wash the dishes, and then come back and walk in the bow for three hours. ”

"Squatting step?"

"Immediately. ”

An Zheng sighed and ran back and forth for at least a hundred and ten miles with two bowls. But An Zheng found that the changes in the past three days were really too great, and the wordless exercises were already quietly changing him. An Zheng can perceive that his improvement in speed can be described as leaping. Although the wordless exercises look rough, once you get started, the more you practice, the more mysterious you feel.

Coming back from Qinghui Sect, An Zheng was penetrating the squatting horse step, he didn't know what the point of this was, but An Zheng knew that this guy was helping himself. I don't know the identity of the other party, and I don't know the origin of the other party, but from the current point of view, although the other party's every move is very annoying, it helps An Zheng a lot. So even though An Zheng didn't understand why he was squatting, he still did it, and he didn't move for three hours.

The middle-aged man took a nap and seemed to be dreaming, and he kept singing a very strange tune in the dream, just a few words back and forth.

"I once dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword, but now I just want to go home......"

Three hours of horse steps is nothing for An Zheng, but the time is a little difficult, so he began to constantly recall the pictures on the wordless exercise in his mind, and then thought of a wonderful method, how the breath flows when running, how the blood runs, he deliberately speeds up, so that he can run like running in the state of the horse step, and the breath and the blood run are not the slightest different. In this way, one can also practice wordless exercises.

Immersed in the practice, three hours passed quickly. And the guy woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, and looked up at the sky, as if he had been clockwork.

"I'm not dead yet?"

He suddenly frowned and said these four words, as if he was a little disappointed.

An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you, if you don't use your luck, it may only take a few minutes to jump down." ”

The middle-aged man said in a strange tone, "You think I haven't tried?"

An Zheng was stunned: "You are sick, you have even tried this." ”

The middle-aged man stood up and moved: "I have tried a lot of things, and you can't think of many things." ”

An Zheng vaguely felt some sadness and sadness from the tone of this person's speech. The atmosphere also became depressing, so An Zheng planned to change the topic to alleviate it: "Senior, why did you let me squat for three hours?"

"What do you think?"

"My seniors want me to practice calmly, and I can feel the kindness of my seniors. ”

"Hehe......"

"What do you mean?"

"Forget it, if you are willing to call me Master, I will give you a peerless exercise. ”

"I have Master. ”

An Zheng replied neatly: "With a master, you can't recognize others as a master anymore." ”

Maybe Chen Xiaoyao is really not a qualified master, but in the rivers and lakes, as long as he recognizes the master, it is a lifelong thing. If you have a master and then recognize someone else as a master, it is a betrayal of the master, and it is a great rebellion. An Zheng is not a legalist person in his bones, but some things are the bottom line, and he won't even think about it.

"What can your master?"

"Then he is also my master. ”

"Forget it, let's talk about the back steps. ”

The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng: "You think too much, I let you squat just because I was afraid that you would disturb my sleep." ”

Anzheng: "......"

The middle-aged man looked at the sky, then pointed to the river: "Jump." ”

"Why?"

"In the state of holding your breath at the bottom of the river, the true qi in your body keeps running, and when you can do it, I will tell you where that beautiful girl is. ”

"I hope that the seniors will be the talk. ”

An Zheng jumped into the water with a thud, pressed down and sank underwater. It seems that the river is not big, the river surface is dozens of meters wide, but I didn't expect it to be so deep, An Zheng sank a full sixty or seventy meters to the end, and then An Zheng knew that he had been pitted.

At such a deep depth, the water pressure is so great that normal people will definitely not be able to stand it. With the strength of An Zheng, it is no problem to sink in the water for a long time in the state of breathlessness, but the difficulty is that the true qi in the body cannot operate in the state of breathlessness. Breathing is the most basic method of practice, and it is very contradictory that you have to breathe in order for true qi to work.

After sleeping for half an hour, An Zheng couldn't do what the middle-aged man asked. But An Zheng was unwilling, and admitting defeat so quickly was not An Zheng's style.

If you hold your breath and don't move, you really don't move. If you are really pneumatic, you will inevitably breathe.

An Zheng's mind was racing rapidly, but no matter how he thought about it, it seemed to be incomprehensible. The so-called practice of a practitioner is not just connected according to a certain exercise, but the breath and breath take up a certain amount of time. To replenish the cultivated power consumed and ensure the smooth operation of the true qi in the body, it is necessary to breathe.

What if you don't breathe through your nose?

An Zheng began to change his mind, and then tried to use the pores all over his body instead of breathing through his nose. The idea is fine, but the implementation is as difficult as it gets. There is no connection between the pores and the lungs, and if you want to breathe through the pores, you must force out a lot of qi veins to connect the lungs, which is equivalent to forcing yourself to change your body.

The structure of the human body is fixed, and the stronger the cultivation, the only way to broaden the original meridians and qi veins, where is there such a thing as forcibly developing new qi veins in the body.

But An Zheng is a person who refuses to give up lightly, and if he finds the direction, he will plunge into it, and he will think of a solution if he wants to break his head.

On the small boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that kept rising on the surface of the water, and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really bad, and the poor makes people want to give up." ”

He suddenly waved his hand, and An Zheng under the water felt a violent shock in his body, and flew out with the blood bead that was impossible to take off on his wrist, followed by the Reverse Scale Divine Armor also detached from his body. All of his artifacts were sucked up, and then he heard the guy's voice coming down from the water.

"There is no point in you carrying these things, and it is a blasphemy to use them with your current strength. I'll keep the things for you first, and when I think you're qualified to use them, I'll give them back to you. If a cultivator carries too many top-grade magic weapons on his body, then he will naturally become dependent, and you are like that...... Concentrate on wanting to know your friend's whereabouts, and I'll do what I want. ”

At the end of the voice, An Zheng silently recited a hundred sentences of-you-uncle in his heart.

The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles that were still rising under the water, and suddenly snapped his fingers, followed by the boiling water, and the purple electric dragons were tumbling in the water one by one, and it didn't take long for the temperature of the water to reach the boiling point.

An Zheng felt like his skin was going to explode.

He was trying his best to try how to breathe through his pores, but at this time, the purple electricity in the water was rampant, and his skin was about to crack, where could he calm down and think about how to use his pores to breathe.

The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself: "I'm not treating you well now, you may think that I am targeting you and deliberately torturing you, but in fact, ...... You're right, I just want to torture you. ”

He shrugged his shoulders and probed the space of An Zheng's Blood Bead Bracelet, and then suddenly became pleasantly surprised.

"That's so much stock. ”

He couldn't stop shaking and shaking his hand, and the wine, food, and all kinds of delicious things in it fell out. It was a blood bead bracelet, which was connected to An Zheng's bloodline, and no one except An Zheng could take out the things in the blood bead space so unreasonably. He is simply a blatant robbery, and he doesn't even talk about the rules.

The middle-aged man roasted meat, drank wine, and ate snacks with An Zheng's things, and was satisfied. Looking at the bubbles that were still rising under his sleep, he lay down again and prepared to sleep.

When he turned over, he took out an hourglass and placed it on the deck. It will take a full twelve hours for this hourglass to drain.

He determined that it would take at least twelve hours to try something with the posture and cultivation of Anzheng, a minimum of thirty-six hours to open up new qi veins in the body, and a minimum of forty-eight hours to allow the pores to breathe instead of the nose and mouth.

So he was going to sleep forty-eight hours, and sleep was the best way for him to pass the time.

I don't know how long I slept, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, and in the next second, An Zheng flew into the sky from under the water, and landed on the deck with a bang, his breathing was short, and his eyes were red.

"I did, tell me where they were!"

When he said this, he was like a beast.

The middle-aged man looked at the hourglass, which had just leaked almost two-thirds, and in less than eight hours, An Zheng had done it.

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