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"What is qi? Qi is invisible, it is the great power of nature, the vitality of living beings, and the root of all things. ”

"What is a vein? The meridians are like rivers and rivers, the blood flows blood, the qi and the veins are lucky, and the nerves are indispensable. ”

It was Ning Xiaoqiu who explained to Ning Yan. Ning Yan's initial cultivation has no realm, and there is no need for Dongjun to preach in person, Ning Xiaoqiu naturally wants to personally guide Ning Yan's cultivation.

His method of telling is very traditional, holding a book and reading, there is a sense of not seeking merit but seeking no fault, Ning Yan will soon follow Dongjun to practice, Ning Xiaoqiu will not be at this time to explain too much.

Ning Yan hung his wrist and wrote notes honestly, sometimes asking questions, and seemed extremely cooperative.

For cultivation, Ning Yan has indeed waited for a long time.

"Dad, you said that the meridians are like riverbeds, but when I dissected the corpse, I didn't see a similar structure. ”

Ning Xiaoqiu frowned slightly when he heard this, he was very displeased with Ning Yan's indifferent attitude towards life since he was a child, especially this kind of behavior of blaspheming the deceased violated cause and effect, which was a great disrespect and even a great sin.

He asked rhetorically: "The goshawk flies by, can there be a route in the sky? The lights go out, and the void can have a light flame? The meridian true qi is a characteristic of the living, and if you die overnight, the valve will be occluded, how can the meridian true qi be restored?"

Ning Xiao let out a low "oh", and Ning Xiaoqiu's tone was old-fashioned and serious, which made him a little uncomfortable.

He looked at Ning Xiaoqiu's angular face like a knife and an axe, and secretly stuck out his tongue, thinking that this domineering name really didn't match his father himself.

Ning Xiaoqiu respects the concept of a saint and is a righteous gentleman, and Ning Yan has no doubt that he will make all sacrifices for the so-called "great gift" and "great righteousness".

Time passes without a wave.

The snowflakes are soft and cold. The winter snow lasted for half a month, as if to gently bury the world.

After dinner, Ning Yan followed Ning Xiaoqiu into the study, and Ning Yan couldn't hide the excitement on his little face: "Dad, I've broken through the day after tomorrow." ”

Ning Xiaoqiu couldn't help but nod, obviously extremely satisfied.

Ning Yan's body and mind are pure, and it is only a matter of time before he goes from the mundane to the acquired, but it is still unexpected for Ning Xiaoqiu to break through in just half a month. The sooner a practitioner enters the country at the beginning, the better, so that he can be more sure that he will not be polluted by the mundane.

Ning Yan saw the smile in Ning Xiaoqiu's eyes, and his heart relaxed slightly. He stood in front of Ning Xiaoqiu and hesitated for a moment, then spoke cautiously: "When I broke through the realm, I felt as if my body was being burned by fire...... Even seeing visions, is that ...... Demons?"

Ning Xiaoqiu was stunned, subconsciously feeling wrong, and asked, "What illusion do you see?"

"See...... Dead person. ”

Ning Yan tugged at the cuffs with his hand and said very quietly. He knew that his father was upright, so even though he omitted most of the details, he was still a little worried about being scolded.

Ning Xiaoqiu was silent for a moment, and a wisp of perception shrouded Ning Yan's body. With Ning Yan's acquired cultivation, he couldn't stop this perception from penetrating his body in an instant.

However, Ning Xiaoqiu's gaze only retracted in an instant, and he even felt a tingling pain in his eyes, just wanting to pierce into the depths of his soul.

His face was unpredictable, and he muttered, "That's not a demon...... It's magic. ”

"What do you mean?"

Ning Yan looked up at his father with a small face. Ning Xiaoqiu looked at the child's childish and delicate facial features, remembered the killing totem on his body, and remembered his nine-year mentality of disapproving the way of the sages but being accustomed to blood, and let out a long sigh in his heart.

He reached out and touched Ning Yan's head, but his tone was rare and gentle: "Do you know why your father gave you such an unlucky name?"

Ning Yan thought for a while and said: "The evil is worse than the dead, so I can't avoid it, and my father means to ask me to sacrifice my life for righteousness?"

Ning Xiaoqiu trembled slightly, but continued: "It's not that complicated...... As a father, I really want you to die early, because you are going to face a fate that is more terrible than death!"

He suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Life!

He pressed the fingers on the top of Ning Yan's head and suddenly exerted force, and the true qi accumulated for a hundred years erupted from his fingertips, wanting to crush this little head!

There was still a thoughtful expression on Ning Yan's little face, but the next moment it was painfully twisted! He didn't understand his father's words, he boasted that he had never done anything wrong, but he clearly felt the killing intent!

Severe pain spread from his forehead to his whole body, and it was a powerful energy roaring in his body, impacting his meridians and viscera, making his body almost burst!

He shouted in panic, "Daddy!" and his voice was powerless. Blood poured out of his half-open mouth and dripped.

His eyes widened, his pupils were bloodshot, and he was about to burst out of his sockets! He stared at Ning Xiaoqiu, looking at this familiar face with his most unfamiliar look, there was unbearable pain, regret but more resolute determination, which made Ning Xiao want to cry loudly, so two red tears slowly slid down his pale cheeks.

He shouted, "Why, Dad, I don't want to die!"

Ning Xiaoqiu was silent and did not answer.

Ning Yan was also silent. He pursed his lips tightly, motionless, as quiet as a piece of ice. But his pupils twitched and were about to be crushed, and the greatest fear and sorrow in the world fell on him, and the nine-year-old looked at his father in silence, his eyes full of incomprehension and unwillingness, and he screamed and struggled in his heart, allowing the blood to flow from the top of his head to the ground and spread.

What is death?!What is life?!

Death is the loss of life in an instant, and life is a slow move towards death. Ning Yan thought to himself, since this is the case, how can there be a more terrible life than death?

He wants to live, no matter how terrible his fate is, he has to look at it to know that no one can see it in advance and cut it off in advance!

True Qi raged in the meridians, and Ning Yan's whole body spasmed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was hot as if it was boiling. At this moment, Ning Xiaoqiu's face changed drastically, becoming pale and extremely ugly!

"Dismantling the Great Law...... You'd really rather die than sacrifice for it?......"

Disintegration Dafa is a forbidden method for burning life, Ning Yan could no longer hear Ning Xiaoqiu's question, he used his meager true qi prototype to ignite Ning Xiaoqiu's true qi injected into his body, and his consciousness was instantly buried by the sharp pain of incineration. He can clearly know that his lifespan is drastically reduced, but he will not stop it, this is his last resistance!

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However, this burning did not last, the fiery aura in Ning Yan's body turned into a stream of hot wires and frantically rushed to his back, and the twelve embroidered Shura trembled excitedly as if they wanted to come to life, Ning Yan seemed to see them sucking their own essence blood and life and making greedy chewing sounds.

As the essence blood passed, Ning Yan's face became paler and paler, and he fell to his knees and let out a hoarse whisper, while his burning qi and blood erupted from his pores, condensing behind him into a scarlet phantom, with a handsome face but with hideous fangs and claws.

He devoured Ning Yan's essence and blood, qi and blood and woke up, he dissolved the stamina of the Dafa of Disintegration, dissolved the force exerted by Ning Xiaoqiu, and also gave Ning Yan greater pain, he devoured everything, he was a bloodthirsty Shura killing god.

He has a pair of dark and strange eyes, like two rotating bottomless black holes, with no end in sight. Ning Yan's eyes also turned into the same pitch-black monster as him, as if a drop of melted thick ink was flowing and spinning on the snow-white jade bead.

At this moment, Ning Yan's gaze followed the gaze of the Shura Demon God through thousands of years, and the illusions in his heart were repeated, he saw the endless souls piled up into a golden altar of mountains and seas, and on the altar stood a man with red hair and black robes, his robe was extremely dark, as if cut in the deepest night, his hair was scarlet like flowing blood.

His arms were flat, and his palms burst out with 100,000 zhang of sinful blood, and this 100,000 zhang of blood light was pulled into silk threads by a pair of hands and embroidered into countless fierce Shura totems. The hands were crystal clear, and the red golden blood and the bones of the white jade class were clearly visible under the flesh......

The picture was only for a moment, and Ning Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood violently, and suddenly woke up from the severe pain. His body burned like burning, but he felt nothing but extreme cold.

He knelt on the ground, holding his father's pus and blood, his eyes dark and clear. Behind him was a huge Shura phantom, exuding a demonic and ferocious aura.

He vaguely understood something, it turned out that it was not only his father, but also Ye Jinmei, Dongjun and even the snake maid named Ye Zhuqing...... It turned out that only he naively knew nothing.

He was so angry and so sad.

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The Ning family's Nian Ming Shrine is the place where the tribute puts the life candle, the life candle uses the power of the divine soul as the fire, and the living know the dead to extinguish, which is a means for a large sect to judge the life and death of a disciple.

Just when Ning Yan Shura's totem awakened, the life candle belonging to Ning Xiaoqiu in the Nian Ming Temple was silently extinguished, and the alarm bell of the Nian Ming Temple, which had been silent for many years, rang out sadly, and the communication talismans of the high-ranking clans lit up almost in order:

"Young Patriarch Ning Xiaoqiu is dead!"

"Young Patriarch Ning Xiaoqiu is dead!"

The Ning family was running frantically after a brief moment of horror. Ning Xiaoqiu is the most important person in the Ning family, not to mention his identity as a young patriarch, the friendship between the Ning family and Dongjun is all based on Ning Xiaoqiu's affection back then. The Ning family's ability to gain a foothold in the afterlife realm with such a weak position was all based on Dongjun's oath.

Now that Ning Xiaoqiu is dead, do everyone in the Ning family know if Dongjun will break his promise?

Even if there is Dongjun's eldest disciple Ning Yan here, but eighty percent of the reason for this acceptance of apprentices is also to repay Ning Xiaoqiu, how could Dongjun really take this nine-year-old child with mediocre qualifications as a senior disciple?

"It's him! It's him! It's him! It's the little boy who killed the young patriarch!" The first to rush into the study was Ning Xiaoqiu's pen-washing scholar, who looked at Ning Yan and the condensed Shura Phantom and shouted in fear.

"It's not me! it's not me!" Ning Yan said in his heart, so painful that he wanted to shed tears.

However, the reality is that Ning Yan slowly stood up, and there was no expression on his immature face, only vertical and horizontal bloodstains. His eyes were dark and demonic and indifferent, he glanced at the scholar lightly, and the phantom behind him spit out a trace of breath, and blew the scholar into powder.

But his shouts still resounded throughout the Ning family through the messenger.

Ning Yan wiped his bloodstained hands with the white sleeves of his robe, turned around and took off Ning Xiaoqiu's Yin and Yang double swords and put them on his back. He saw more and more people flocking to the study.

He doesn't have much time, he knows that he will soon be captured by the master of the family, so he has to be quick, he has to find his fate before death comes, he has to find the woman who likes to be perfunctory and ask for a true answer.

He looked up at the roof, and the bricks and tiles were immediately broken through a large hole by an invisible force. He jumped to his feet, his aura condensed into a pair of blood-colored wings, supporting him to fly in the air. The Shura Phantom was always behind him, smiling evilly, reflecting the ice and snow between heaven and earth in red.

"Ning Yan!" countless people flew in after them, shouting mixed with the noise of breaking the wind and piercing.

Ning Yan pulled out his twin swords and slashed out in the air.

His swordsmanship is not mature enough, and the rudimentary form of true qi is very thin, but the sword is a holy weapon, and it is difficult to be around him, and the first batch of people to come are mostly miscellaneous servants with little strength nearby, and they dare not touch the edge directly.

Ning Yan fought his way out, and his white clothes were stained with blood. The splendid totem was still sucking his essence blood unhurriedly, his consciousness fell, and he saw him break through the illusion of death when he broke through the day after tomorrow, which was an endless blood-colored wasteland, where countless souls roamed!

He saw his father's handsome and serious face suddenly shattered, the young scholar who had played with him since childhood shattered with a panicked face, the little janitor, the blue-clothed sister who cleaned the room, and the kind uncle with the smell of oil smoke in the kitchen......

They shattered one by one, turned into fluorescent fluorescent and hovered in front of his eyes for a long time, shining brightly. Blood splattered on him, corroding his skin in excruciating pain.

He felt empty, as if his heart was no longer in his chest.

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"The little boy killed the young patriarch!"

Ye Jinmei held the glowing communication charm, and smiled charmingly, but the tears dried up and wet the makeup.