Jiang Mian slowly opened his eyes and saw the light, the light came in through the window, and in the light was a small wooden table with a rough bowl on the table.

"Awake?" The old hunter's voice was not far from him.

Jiang Mian turned his head and saw that the old hunter was sitting under the bed in coarse cloth clothes, holding a piece of wood in his hand, and a carving knife automatically carved something on the wood.

"It's ......."

Jiang Mian looked at the surrounding scenery, he looked down sharply, and both arms were there.

He tore each other apart.

"Hiss..."It hurts, it's true.

The old hunter didn't lift his eyelids, he kept concentrating on carving wooden blocks, "This is my house, you fainted, I can't leave you in the mountains." Rest assured, it's safe here, drink that bowl of medicine. ”

Jiang Mian was stunned, he looked at the bowl on the table, it was still steaming, and the medicinal liquid in the bowl was very pungent.

The other party seemed to know exactly when he would wake up.

He frowned, but still pinched his nose and drank the empty bowl. The liquid is bitter, the temperature is moderate, and there is a fishy smell in the mouth, which flows through the throat and sinks into the belly.

As soon as it soared, a stream of heat rushed up, and it traveled all over the body along the meridians, and those torn wounds no longer hurt.

Jiang Mian looked at the lost arm, and then looked at the old hunter.

Suddenly, he saw a golden Buddha coming towards him with a hideous face, and all directions were full of flames, about to devour his body. The boy hugged his head, unable to tell whether it was real or illusory.

He exclaimed, his voice desperate and poignant.

The old hunter was still calm and light, he released his sword intent, grabbed a breath, condensed a drop of water, and flicked a finger to the young man's forehead.

The water droplets were fast, and they swept through the hut, forming a silver thread that hit the boy's forehead and bloomed.

The coolness slowly seeped into Jiang Mian's mind, extinguishing his hot fire and making him feel unusually calm.

He opened his eyes, and the world was at peace, still in the hut of the earthen embryo.

"That's cause and effect." The hunter's old voice came.

"Cause and effect?" Jiang Mian was puzzled.

"If you kill the Buddha Bodhisattva, this is your bad karma, and you will be counterattacked by the Heavenly Dao."

"Heavenly Dao backlash? What is the way of heaven? Jiang Mian asked.

"The way of heaven is the rule, the rule of the world, the existence of the way of heaven is for order. If you kill a newly advanced Bodhisattva of Buddhism, you will break the balance, and you will be counterattacked by the Heavenly Dao. ”

"This demon monk has cut people's hearts, and he can't kill him?" Jiang Mian couldn't understand this so-called order, and he said angrily.

The old hunter shook his head, "The position of the great cultivators in this world is constant, and if there is one less in this world, the momentum will be a little weaker, and the balance in this world will be broken." ”

He raised his head, stared at Jiang Mian and said, "If the backlash can't kill you, the Buddha Sect won't tolerate your existence." ”

"What kind of bullshit Buddhism, bullshit Bodhisattva, bullshit Heaven." Jiang Mian scolded.

The old man smiled, "You are the second person I have ever seen in my life who dares to scold the way of heaven." ”

"Which brother? Such a great insight! Jiang Mian seemed to have found a comrade in another world. He was eager to immediately have a long talk with this insightful comrade for three days and three nights.

The old man looked at him amusedly, he put down the wood in his hand, took a sip of tea, and said, "I think you should have seen him." ”

"Who?" Jiang Mian was a little shocked.

"The one who taught you the Jade Muscle Breath Technique."

The old hunter's voice fell, and Jiang Mian's upright body also slumped.

"Crazy man." His lips trembled, "How could it be him." ”

"The world calls him the Red Dragon Zhenren." The old hunter fell into memories and told the history.

"The Red Dragon True Man created this technique three hundred years ago, so the Dao Sect was a new cultivator of the Void Realm, and he himself naturally became the Great Zhou National Master."

"But how can a pool of water, with such a big place, hold bigger fish?"

"The Daomen is in civil strife, the factions are standing on the side of Taixuan Mountain, and the Red Dragon Zhenren was surrounded and killed by six great things in the Eight Realms, and his cultivation was abolished."

"What about the God Emperor?" Jiang Mian was very curious, "Isn't it the national teacher he ordained?" ”

"God Emperor ......," the old man showed a hint of hatred, "It doesn't make much difference to him who is the national teacher, as long as he can keep the inheritance of the imperial road, let him be the dog of Taixuan Mountain." ”

"Taixuan Mountain." Jiang Mian whispered, the first time he heard this place was from Ye Thirteen.

He turned to ask again, "What is the contradiction between Taixuan Mountain and the Red Dragon Zhenren?" ”

But the old man kept silent and was speechless for a long time.

The air fell silent, Jiang Mian looked at the old hunter's rickety body, as if he was a little older than yesterday, he wanted to speak and stopped, swallowing a stomach of doubts.

After all, it was the old hunter who broke the silence.

He looked at Jiang Mian, "I will help you solve the problem of Heavenly Dao backlash, I am ashamed to say that you suffered this cause and effect for the old man." ”

"Then thank you seniors." Jiang Mian hugged his fists.

"It's just that my arm was cut off by the monk?" He had been puzzled for a long time, and took this opportunity to hurriedly ask.

The old hunter smiled mysteriously, "Don't you kid think that this jade muscle breath method is just a heart breath method?" ”

"Please also ask the seniors to solve their doubts."

Jiang Mian immediately bowed and saluted.

……

Jiang Mian thought that the old hunter hadn't heard clearly, so he said again: "Please also ask the seniors to solve their doubts." ”

He was more respectful.

After a while, the old hunter didn't speak, and Jiang Mian raised his head to look at him.

"The old man is also....not very clear." The old hunter smiled awkwardly, as if he felt that he couldn't hold his face, and he said, "But the regeneration of your arm has nothing to do with the jade muscle breathing technique in your body. ”

"Jade Muscle Breath Technique, the Red Dragon Daoist has not confided in others for three hundred years, but he has passed it on to you alone, he should have his own arrangements."

The old hunter's words are clear, coherent, and convincing.

Jiang Mianxin said that it was the old immortal madness, I almost killed him, and he had to expose it as a last resort.

When the words came to his mouth, they became: "The Red Dragon predecessor is really clever, but why is he in prison?" What does the predecessor have to do with him? ”

Jiang Mian asked cautiously, there were too many great cultivators he had seen in the past two days, the old man in front of him was not a martial artist of the Eight Realms, and the Red Dragon Old Dao in the prison turned out to be a real person from the Eight Realms of the Dao Gate.

Even the maid of Hanguang Pavilion was a martial artist of the Four Realms, and he was a little suspicious that he was not passing through the novice village, but directly to the final chapter.

Those who have intersected with him don't seem to be ordinary people.

"Fortunately, the neighbor's cute sister, the Oiran girl in the Crisp Moon Pavilion is a normal person." Thinking of this, Jiang Mian finally felt a little comforted in his heart.

The old hunter shook his head, but did not answer.

Jiang Mian didn't dare to ask again, the other party was a character from the Eight Realms, and he was afraid that he would be tired if he slapped himself to death.