When Wang Shen woke up again, he found himself lying in a small wooden house, the room was not big, it was neatly tied, a bed, a table and a chair, and there was only a simple tea set on the table.

Wang Shen sat up and looked at it, and found that the smell of medicine was wafting in from the window, and he rubbed his somewhat drowsy head before he remembered something before he fell into a coma.

I was obviously haunted by ghosts, why did I lie here, could it be that someone superior rescued me?

Thinking of this, Wang Shen hurriedly got off the bed, and only then did he realize the situation in his body, which didn't matter if he looked at it, but it surprised him again.

The eight veins are all connected, but the whole body is weak and weak, in the empty sea of qi, a cold yin qi is deposited in it, for this yin qi Wang Shen is very familiar with it, but at this moment he found that this yin qi is even stronger than before.

When the puzzled Wang Shen pushed open the door and walked out of the house, he found that he was in a bamboo forest, and it was late autumn, and the surroundings were still quiet and verdant.

Outside the house, the sky was blue and the sun was bright, and the mild sunlight sprinkled on Wang Shen's face, making him feel a sense of comfort that was only available after recovering from a serious illness, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and stretch his waist.

"You're awake. ”

A voice came from the side, and Wang Shen noticed that there was another wooden house not far from his house, and at the door of that wooden house sat a thin old Taoist, and there was a burning stove next to him, and a clay pot was on the stove, which was constantly bubbling out with a thick milky white medicinal gas.

Seeing this, Wang Shen hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, and said gratefully: "Thank you Dao Chief, for saving your life, and dare to ask if this is Qingyang Palace?"

As for his experience after he fell into a coma, Wang Shen could vaguely guess a few points, and the only people in Qingyang Palace who might have been able to save him at that time were those in Qingyang Palace.

The old Taoist who was lying on the rattan chair basking in the sun looked him up and down, and said lightly: "This is Qingcheng Mountain, not Qingyang Palace, but it is indeed the people of Qingyang Palace who sent you to me." ”

Only then did Wang Shen find that the Taoist robe on the old Taoist was navy blue, which was completely different from the yellow robe and black crown on the top and bottom of Qingyang Palace, and the location here was quiet, which was far from the rumored incense and the Taoist sect of Xishu.

"It turned out to be a real person who was a senior in the hidden world, and under Wang Shen, I thanked the real person for rescuing. ”

Although he didn't know the details of the other party, at least the medicine fried on the stove must be because of himself, and the gratitude in Wang Shen's heart was undisguised on his face.

The old Taoist nodded slightly, and said: "It's just a matter of raising your hands, you can't talk about the hidden world, I just hide on this mountain to be quiet." Since you have received the favor of others, you have to give something back, which is normal for people. But I can only repay half of the love of Qingyang Palace, and you have two problems. Fortunately, you are a smart person, and you know how to avoid the important at the moment of life and death, if you don't disperse this yin qi around your body in time, let your limbs and bones bear all this, your qi sea would have been destroyed and useless. As for the other one, it should be Shen Ke's stubborn disease, and you know in your own heart that I can't cure this problem. ”

As soon as Wang Shen heard this, he knew that the person in front of him was by no means an ordinary Taoist, at least he had good attainments in medical Taoism, and he could understand the situation in his body so thoroughly, so he hurriedly saluted again: "In any case, the Taoist will not only save Xia's life, but also help him open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra in Xia......

Wang Shen was halfway through his words, but was interrupted by the old Taoist waving his hand: "I just exported and dispersed the yin and evil qi in your body, and did not open up any of your meridians. ”

Wang Shen was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "But I obviously only had four veins before......

Hearing this, the old Taoist slowly sat up half of his body from the rattan chair, and then squinted at the tall mountain top in the distance that was covered by clouds and mist, looming, and sighed lightly after a long time: "It seems that you have an extremely unusual relationship with this Qingyang Palace, and they actually let them spend so much effort to open up all your remaining meridians." However, if it weren't for the eight veins in your body, I wouldn't be able to use a needle to channel such a huge amount of yin qi out of your body at one time, even if it was sent to me, it would be useless. ”

Wang Shen was shocked in his heart, and when he wanted to ask again, the old Taoist was a little impatient and said: "Okay, the people from Qingyang Palace should also come, let's go, since you can walk when you wake up, there is no need to stay here." ”

With that, he leaned himself against the back of the wicker chair and basked in the sun by himself.

Coincidentally, as soon as he finished saying this, a clear shout came from outside the bamboo forest, and he said from afar: "Dao Xuan, a disciple of the junior Qingyang Palace, dare to ask the old man Xun if he is in the forest?"

The old Taoist still squinted his eyes and didn't speak, Wang Shen remembered that he hadn't asked the other party's name yet, and hurriedly asked respectfully: "I don't know how to call him yet?"

"I've been in hiding from the world for many years, and my name is no longer needed. It was Qingyang Palace that rescued you this time, I just did a favor. In this world, there is a certain number between a drink and a peck, more things are better than less things, what to say, when you go up the mountain, you should know the nature of knowing. ”

After speaking, the old Taoist no longer paid attention to him, Wang Shen smiled helplessly, and could only salute again and follow Fang Cai's voice to walk outside the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is quiet and deep, the insects and birds in the forest are singing, the mountains are full of fun, walking in the meantime, Wang Shen only feels very happy, especially after discovering that his eight veins have been opened, he can't help but laugh out loud when he thinks about it.

Wealth and danger are sought!

Wang Shen thought that the sneak attack on the ghost that day would not succeed but suffered from it, although he was still a little afraid in his heart when he recalled it at this moment, but his current situation was also very unexpected. At the moment of life and death that day, he dispersed all the Qi and Haiyin Qi, and most of them were deliberately directed by him to the four meridians in his body that were not connected, in an attempt to use this method of putting him to death and reincarnating to take the opportunity to open up more meridians in his body. However, when the yin qi washed over the meridians in the body, he passed out because he couldn't support it, as for whether the four meridians that were successfully opened in the body were successful because of his mistake, or whether it was really as the old Taoist said, it was helped by the master of Qingyang Palace, Wang Shen did not know.

In fact, no one else would dare to try this way. It's not that Wang Shen is bold, but that the situation was urgent at the time, if he didn't disperse the yin qi accumulated in the sea of qi, then his sea of qi would be ruined, and even if he survived afterwards, he would be a waste person for the rest of his life. Moreover, Wang Shen once experienced a strange thing of being forcibly opened through the meridians in his body, although this process was painful and dangerous, but it was also a lesson for him, so he dared to try it so riskily.

But then again, no matter how he finally got through the four veins, he had to be grateful to Qingyang Palace, if they didn't save him, he would probably be a dead man with all eight veins now.