The seventieth chapter of the seventh volume of the Son of Heaven is the royal road

Dongyi City.

The yellow grass under the hills outside the city was as quiet as ever, there was no sword light, no sword wind, no sound of sword blades breaking through the sky, just silence. At this time, it was already the late spring and close to summer, and the blazing sun shone on the east ocean of the mainland, steaming countless water vapors, making the entire Dongyi City fall into the damp heat, but fortunately, the sea breeze did not stop all year round, and it could be a little boring.

Since the battle of Dadong Mountain three years ago, the place where the disciples of the Sword Lu practiced their swords has moved to the outer room, and no one dares to disturb the recuperation of the Sword Saint Lord in the depths of the Lu Courtyard, so the Lu Interior will seem so quiet at this time. The invisible water vapor that filled the air cooled as the sun sank, and settled towards the ground, slowly clinging to the scraps of steel blades, containing a few droplets.

As the sun set down, the red light reflected in the depths of the sword house, reflected in the big pit, and the water droplets on the countless swords were clearly reflected, seeping into the blood-red color, just like blood.

Out of nowhere, a few black flies flew around, curiously flying around the sword pit, making a buzzing disgusting sound, these creatures didn't know this pit, the sword in the pit, what kind of status and reputation it represented in the world, they just instinctively stared at the red water droplets on those sword branches, and wondered in their hearts, why didn't these blood have a gratifying smell?

The weather was very hot, so the natural icy aura in the sword mound was much lighter, so that these black flies could have enough courage to fly here. However, in the dark room next to the sword mound, there was a cold that was very different from the outside environment. Maybe it's because this house hasn't seen light for many years, or maybe it's because the body of the great master lying on the bed is gradually dying, and there is a palpitating coldness that emits it.

There were no flies, no spiders, no webs, and no mosquitoes in the room that dared to bite the man wrapped in a thick quilt, but in the corner of the snow-white wall. But there was a long-legged mosquito about the size of a small fingernail, staring at the person who was hit by the ground.

Long-legged mosquitoes are shivering. From time to time, the transparent wings stroked his gradually withered body, reminding him that he was still alive, and his two long legs were also extremely weak, and his whole body was glowing with an unhealthy brownish yellow, which looked like it was all empty of juice and was about to become a shell.

It didn't fly away because it didn't find a single subject in the cottage that could suck blood. The people in the grass house seemed to have strange mana, and as long as they got close to their bodies, they were all blocked back by an invisible barrier and shocked to death.

Only the dying man on the bed did not have that ability, but the long-legged mosquito still did not dare to fly down, because it felt a chill in the dying man, and in this hot day, it was so cold that it was almost unbearable.

But it's still boiling. Because it knows that the person is going to die, and no matter how powerful a person is, as long as he dies, he will turn into blood, carrion, and it needs blood. Those blackfly brothers outside need carrion.

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Under the thick quilt, Si Gu Jian was cold and shivering, and every shaking drove the pain of the wound in his chest and abdomen. Three years ago, he was hit by a punch from Emperor Qing Wangdao, one arm was torn off by Ye Liuyunsheng, and more than a month ago, he was stabbed twice in the chest by the shadow, even though the poison planted by Fei Jie had frozen all the wounds in his place, but there was no life.

Logically speaking, he should have died a long time ago, but he didn't. He just kept his eyes open. staring blankly at the snow-white walls of the room, staring at the long-legged mosquitoes in that corner. Watching that mosquito shiver, suffering, waiting for that mosquito to hold on, fell off the wall.

The emotions in the eyes of the Great Grandmaster were very indifferent and calm, as if he had already seen through everything in the human world, including the last part of life, the great fear between life and death.

In these eyes, there was no trace of the violent killing intent of slashing a hundred tiger guards with the original sword, there was no trace of the bloody sword intent when slaughtering the mansion, and there was no trace of the indomitable battle intent that rose to the sky, and there was not even the interest of staring at the ants under the big green tree many years ago, there was only calm, and the shadow of the dry yellow-brown long-legged mosquito that was shivering.

He was dying and refused to die, because he was waiting for someone.

The door was gently pushed open, and the warm twilight from outside came in, casting the young man's shadow long onto the ground.

Si Gu Jian didn't waste his last life to look at him, and he didn't say anything, he knew that since the other party rushed back, he would naturally tell him something he wanted to hear.

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Fan Xian left from Kyoto, turned to Weizhou, and then sneaked to Shijia Village, worked hard for several days, and finally met with the team of the Supervision Institute outside Dongyi City, he did not delay a little time, and rushed to the Jianlu, in Yun Zhilan's somewhat indifferent gaze, pushed the door and entered, pushed the door and entered, and then pushed the door in, connected to the triple gate, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, came to the side of Sigu Jian.

He looked at the head of the Sigu Sword exposed outside the thick quilt, and only then did he realize that the body of this Sword Saint Grand Master was indeed extremely thin, even if it was covered with three quilts, it was still a very small section, which made his head extremely large.

When he arrived at this field, the fact that Si Gu Jian was not dead made Fan Xian feel secretly frightened, he looked at the old and indifferent face, and said: "If you don't wash the Hua Pond shape, it will be destroyed, and you should lead the heavenly spring to pour your own ......."

Without saying anything about His Majesty's intentions of Emperor Qingguo, without discussing the future of Dongyi City, without telling the secrets in his heart, Fan Xian recited the nameless skills he had practiced since he was a child in the first time, sentence by sentence, clearly and generously.

The nameless trick is divided into two volumes, Fan Xian has only repaired the upper volume for more than 20 years in his life, and although the lower volume is also memorized, it is not beneficial at all. These words seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he would not forget them at all, and it only took a few breaths to recite them in front of the bed of Si Gu Jian at this time.

He didn't have to think about whether the Sigu Sword could understand or remember. Because even if the other party is going to die, he is also a great grandmaster after all.

With Fan Xian's words, the eyes of the sword gradually withdrew from the mosquito in the corner of the wall, I don't know where to stare at the space in front of me, the indifferent eyes became sharp, condensed like a sword, and the sword body gradually shone. Shiny and blazing.

Fan Xian's lips closed. Then he waited silently and quietly.

Without him opening his mouth to explain, Sigu Jian could naturally hear from these exquisite sentences, unbelievable, and extremely rough Qi Luck Exercises, and the method he recited was the domineering true recipe of Emperor Qing's lineage.

Looking around at the sword, his eyes gradually brightened to the extreme with Fan Xian's reading. As Fan Xian shut up, he faded down.

"How do you fix the second half of the volume?" Fan Xian asked respectfully, bowing his head.

"No, you can't. Si Gu Jian's voice was extremely weak and hoarse, but his answer was extremely resolute.

Fan Xian was not so disappointed, and continued to ask calmly: "But Your Majesty, he has repaired the second half of the volume, which is for the king's way." ”

"The ultimate of domineering is the royal way?" I don't know if it was before he died, he finally knew the secret of Emperor Qing's exercises, and the spirit of looking around the sword was much better than before. The voice of the speaker gradually became smoother, and he said with a slight mockery: "Domineering is still domineering at the top, could it be that your emperor really thinks that there can be any substantial changes?"

But it has proven itself. Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty has repaired the second half of the volume, I want to know how he did it, and whether this will have any effect on him." ”

Si Gu Jian fell silent, and his faint gaze gradually showed a slight doubt. In the end, it immediately turned into a smile after understanding all things, and said softly: "There is always a limit to the meridians of the flesh, even if you are a little monster, but there is always a limit. ”

"So under the big green tree, in the city lord's mansion, you taught me that I should put my mind first, there is always a limit to the human body and the earth, but there is no limit to the mind and will. Fan Xian continued.

"Domineering...... "Si Gu Jian coughed twice, his cold body trembling under the quilt, no one knew better than this great grandmaster. How can you become a transcendent character. Once the vitality is broken, the flesh collapses. In fact, it's similar to an ordinary person.

"If you can really go beyond the limits of the human body. Si Gu Jian slowly closed his eyes and began to calculate the scene on Dadong Mountain in his mind.

The rain fell on the top of the mountain, and the finger broke the rain, pointed to the center of the eyebrows of the bitter lotus, and in a moment the water of half of the lake went in, and broke the bitter lotus national teacher's earth qi and sea meat sac.

That's the finger!

Si Gu Jian opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, and finally shrunk into a small black dot like the tip of the sword, and said at an extremely slow speed: "One finger is half a lake, no one can use such a fast speed to achieve the true element, because the meridians of the human body are cultivated to the end, no matter how rough and grand, there are still limitations. ”

Fan Xian was not on the mountain at the time, and he didn't know what was going on in the heart of Sigu Jian, some couldn't understand this sentence, and secretly thought that everyone who practiced martial arts and improved the realm was all spinning on the word real and potential, and the potential was the so-called skill, and now he had to add the word "mind" taught by Sigu Jian, but the word "real" was a real personal cultivation, whether it was the Qihai Dantian of ordinary cultivators, or his own two Zhou Tian, the snow-capped mountains behind his waist, he always had a foundation, and then followed the meridians.

The human body has meridians, so it is naturally limited by meridians, and he feels that the words of Sigu Jian seem like nonsense...... However, Fan Xian gradually realized what Si Gu Jian was talking about, and his face changed slightly.

Si Gu Jian's cold eyes oozed extremely complex emotions, which turned into an incomparably thick mockery in the end, coupled with the curled lines that were squeezed out of the corners of his lips, which looked very mean and disdainful.

A low and weird laugh sounded from the withered lips of Si Gu Jian, which was particularly harsh, I don't know if he was laughing at Emperor Qingguo, or laughing at himself, or laughing at Fan Xian, who was too self-conscious, and actually wanted to learn the second half of the nameless skill.

He looked at Fan Xian calmly and said word by word: "In Emperor Qing's body, there are no meridians. ”

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Although he had guessed a little from the words of Si Gu Jian before, but when he suddenly heard this, Fan Xian's mind was still like being struck by lightning, and he buzzed, shocked and puzzled. Emperor Lao Tzu has no meridians in his body, but how can a person without meridians survive!

"The second half of the volume is still domineering, if you want to continue to practice. Only the meridians burst, and even if you are lucky, you can only become a lifelong cripple. Looking at Fan Xian, he said indifferently: "But if you don't break the meridians, you won't be able to do those luck methods in the second half of the volume." Those trends are not the normal way to go. If you practice for another fifty years, it will be useless. ”

Fan Xian took a few deep breaths and forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, of course he knew that Si Gu Jian's analysis was right. As early as a few years ago, he had already practiced his domineering true qi to the top, and at that time, he had already stepped into the threshold of the ninth grade, and it was the time when he was in high spirits. Outside the Kyoto Mansion, he broke Xie Bi'an's sword with his fist, but who knew that he would provoke the true qi in his body to stir and crack, and he was damaged and injured by the vibration of his own meridians.

It was extremely hard to heal the injury, but after the hanging temple, a chase and killing, and when the shadow kills the ground, the hidden dangers in the body are violent again. He was finally stabbed badly by the shadow's hand.

Fan Xian has encountered the big hidden danger of the last practice of the domineering skill twice, more precisely, when he was still a child, Teacher Fei Jie had already sensed the great danger he would inevitably encounter in the future, so he left him the big red pill.

The big red pill was finally sent into the Queen Mother's lips. But Fan Xian knew that it was just his luck, so he survived after the true qi was broken twice and the meridians were greatly damaged.

He relied on the life-saving grace of the begonia blossoms, relying on the natural exercises that were not passed on in the Northern Qi Tianyi, and in the south of the Yangtze River, he used the natural true qi of the Tianyi to repair for a long time before he cured the damage on the meridians, until the last two completely different true qi of different properties were cultivated to Dacheng at the same time, and the two weeks in the body operated separately, complementing each other. He was truly away from the great danger of the True Qi Violent Body. Left this shadow that has been with him since childhood.

However, today it was confirmed from the mouth of the Sigu Sword that he wanted to repair the second half of the volume. It is necessary to let the true qi violent body and shatter all the meridians in the body, Fan Xian thought about this, and his face turned pale. Lying stiff in bed, unable to eat and speak, this kind of life is not lived by people at all, and the meridians in the body are broken, how can people survive?

"If you can survive after the meridians are broken, it depends on the destiny of heaven. Si Gu Jian said indifferently: "Emperor Qing is undoubtedly a person with excellent luck. ”

Even if he was going to die, Sigu Jian refused to admit that Emperor Qing was the one who belonged to the destiny of heaven.

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and then shook his head: "Luck can't solve the problem, my luck is not bad, the first time the meridians were damaged, I didn't die." But I know that if the meridians are broken, I can only become a wasted person, and the kind of pain that is everywhere in the body is not something that people can endure at all. ”

But Emperor Qing endured it and survived. Si Gu Jian lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed imperceptibly.

Fan Xian fell into a state of dementia, he has many dreams or ideals in this life, not to mention the worldly problems of his wife and children, only to say that this is the nameless skill that accompanied him in his second life, and it has faintly become a part of his life, although he has not said it explicitly, but his heart is very eager to be able to practice this skill to the second volume.

It has nothing to do with breaking through the realm and becoming a great master, it is purely a desire. However, this desire has become an unattainable luxury at this time, and the meridians can still survive when the meridians are broken, and they have to endure the unearthly pain, forcibly gather the little bit of true qi scattered into starlight fragments in the body, survive the boredom of the stiffness of the whole body, strengthen the mind, and rebuild......

Fan Xian suddenly remembered that Chen Pingping and his father had mentioned to him that in the first Northern Expedition of Nanqing to Great Wei, Emperor Laozi was defeated by the commander of Zhan Qingfeng, and he was also seriously injured, his whole body was stiff and unable to move, and he almost died.

It seems that His Majesty's breakthrough in the exercises is precisely on the battlefield that is changing rapidly and is extremely dangerous!

Fan Xian couldn't help sighing, no matter what his feelings and perceptions of Emperor Lao Tzu were, but thinking of the pictures on the battlefield back then, as well as the torture that the middle-aged man had experienced in his body, as well as those wonderful changes, he still felt a sense of admiration.

"What else do you need besides the Mandate of Heaven?" Fan Xian asked in a muttering voice.

"Perseverance, extraordinary perseverance, otherwise it would be impossible to survive the pain, the torment between life and death, the fear of being enclosed in darkness and struggling with the unknown. ”

Si Gu Jian said indifferently, although he had not practiced the nameless technique, but with only one thought, he knew what kind of training Emperor Qingguo had undergone if he wanted to practice the second half of the volume.

"Emperor Qing must have been in great pain back then, very painful...... That's why I'm happy. Without waiting for Fan Xian to answer, Si Gu Jian then laughed and said: "However, I admire the will and perseverance of those who can resist this level." ”

"I can't do it, and neither can you. Si Gu Jian said: "He is probably the only person in the world who can have such a will and be so ruthless to himself." You should stop this thought. ”

Fan Xian lowered his head, he didn't know how to say at all, he only heard the angry voice of Sigu Jian ringing in his ears: "This is his **...... It's not something that people can practice at all!".

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