Sifang Village, in a small courtyard.

Yun Chen held the Red Dust Knife in his hand, and Bai Weiming held the Taiyi Sword, standing opposite each other.

At the beginning, Yun Chen brought the dying Bai Weiming to Sifang Village, Yun Zhan saw the miserable appearance of the big disciple of the Dao Palace, but there was no big surprise, turned around and entered the house, took out a stack of yellow and mottled objects similar to rune paper, and took out cinnabar, and told Yunchen to scoop a bowl of water, drip four or five drops of dragon blood, soak the rune paper in the bowl, and then write something with the cinnabar dragon flying phoenix, and slap the rune paper on Bai Wei's head with one palm.

Strange to say, as soon as the rune paper was pasted, the black qi like the body attached to the bones slowly dissipated as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"If he hadn't used the special secret method of the Dao Palace to suppress his body at that time, he might have died now..."Yun Zhan put away the rune paper with an indifferent expression.

"Daddy... Isn't there a way for a warrior to remove it with an air machine? Yunchen was also very afraid.

"This kind of black gas, born from the devil, infects ordinary people, and if it doesn't take ten breaths, it will festered and die all over the body, if it is contaminated with martial arts, under the Xuanfu, if there is no special method, it will not last for two hours... Only by opening up the Xuanfu and growing in the body can it be reluctantly suppressed... If you want to get rid of it, you must also have a realm higher than it, supplemented by restraint. ”

"What is restraint then?"

"Like the cultivation methods of the four sects, they all have a certain suppression effect on evil spirits, as well as dragon blood, dragon souls, or the creation products of heaven and earth to the ...... of the most rigid and yang."

But after a while, Bai Weiming woke up leisurely

Yun Zhan didn't know what method he used, but in two days, Bai Weiming's Origin Essence Blood had recovered nearly ninety percent.

That night, Yun Zhan invited Bai Weiming into the house alone, lit a kerosene lamp, and the two talked freely all night.

Yunchen didn't know what the two of them said specifically, but when Bai Weiming came out, the worry on his face dissipated a lot, and the gentleness and elegance and calmness of the Dao Palace disciple returned to him.

In the days when he was injured, Yunchen took Bai Weiming to travel all over the mountains and rivers of Sifang Village, and saw all kinds of Sifang Village.

In the private school, I listened to Chen Lian's lectures together, talking about goodness like water, talking about purifying all sentient beings, talking about what a gentleman does and what he doesn't do, talking about the ruthlessness of the law, and the affection of the people......

Talking about all living beings.

Bai Weiming only felt that he had returned to the Taoist Palace, and the days of discussing the Tao with his senior brothers and younger brothers had returned, and he had returned to the daily earnest teachings of his master.

In the blacksmith shop, the two of them brought wine, quietly looking at the iron sky, sweating profusely forging the red dust knife, the dragon scales recast the blade, and the dragon tendon covered the blade. The Red Dust Knife gradually changed from darkness to a slight redness, like a sleeping beast slowly reviting.

And beside the blacksmith, Yue Xiaofan was still striking iron. His life seems to be to go to the blacksmith shop in the morning to strike iron, go home in the afternoon to practice hammering, and continue to practice hammering in the evening. But there was no impatience in his honest smile, he said, Yunchen, I don't have so much ambition, I just want the people in the village to be good all the time, if... If you can find my father, it will be complete...

For the disciples of the Dao Palace, these words were so simple, and even a little vulgar, but Bai Weiming just saw a trace of naturalness in them, a little heavy sword without a blade, and it was a great skill.

And when Xiaofan struck the iron, there was no trace of gas leaking between the hammers, but Bai Weiming always felt that if the blow was smashed at him, he might not be able to take it.

Bai Weiming narrowed his eyes, could this be the legendary innate body King Kong?

After noon, the two went to the butcher's shop, and watched him slaughter the prey he had caught on the mountain at dawn. Bai Weiming actually felt a knife momentum rushing towards him, but it disappeared in an instant.

Yunchen took Bai Weiming to Peng Yang's closed hut again, and watched him fiddle with those bottles and cans. The dragon blood that Peng Yang had the cheekiness to ask the butcher for last time had already melted into various containers, and the liquid in the bottles was either black or blood-red, gurgling and rumbling.

Peng Yang saw that a guest was coming, his face was full of grin, he overturned the wooden cabinet, and carefully took out a vial containing a green liquid from the dark compartment.

The liquid is rotten green and gurgling and bubbling.

"Ahahahahaha," Peng Yang smiled and raised the potion to Bai Weiming's mouth, "The old man saw that you were injured, and drank it to cure all diseases..."

Bai Weiming swallowed, showed an embarrassed but polite smile, and shook his head in refusal.

But Peng Yang was a little annoyed, "Drink, why don't you drink, drink!" ”

Seeing this, Yunchen on the side hurriedly hugged Peng Yang and tried his best to persuade him.

Peng Yang went crazy and began to babble nonsense.

Bai Weiming had to smile bitterly and take a sip.

But in the next second, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body froze.

An extremely large amount of vitality burst out from the liquid, quickly repairing the qi and blood that were still somewhat empty.

After the power of the medicine, I only felt that my whole body was refreshed, as if I had been washed into the marrow.

The effect of this potion is comparable to the Nine Reincarnation Life Pill, one of the treasures of the Dao Palace.

……

With extreme shock, the two said goodbye to Peng Yang and walked on the country road, but were stopped by Zhu Zhao, who set up a small table on the side of the road and put bamboo sticks.

Zhu Zhao chattered, took Bai Weiming's hand, and said that he would count a hexagram if he said anything. Yunchen just wanted to say that this was a guest from Sifang Village, and wanted to ask Uncle Zhu not to joke like this, but Bai Weiming smiled and waved his hand, thanked him, and sat on a small stool.

Every time he counts a hexagram, he gives people a great omen, Zhu Zhao, who is a disaster of blood and light, this time he actually calculates a hexagram for the first time, three flowers gather at the top, and the flying dragon is in the sky.

The two came to the north of the village again, the closest place to the back mountain, heard the sound of gunfire hunting, and saw a little bit of cold.

It was Yonghuan practicing guns, almost selfless, almost crazy.

……

In the Sifang Village, he felt that this village could really accept the spirit of the Quartet and carry the virtue of the Sifang.

He felt that there were no mortals in this village, but all of them were real dragons who were lying in the wilderness and the hidden dragons in the abyss.

Bai Weiming didn't even put forward the words to return to the capital, and went around this Sifang Village every day, helping the blacksmith with Yunchen to make iron, helping the butcher sell meat, helping the old farmer to farm, and occasionally replacing Chen Lian to give lectures to the children......

Bai Weiming felt the serenity and avenue that the Dao Palace and even the capital had never felt before.

"The way is outside the door." Bai Weiming remembered the words of the old man who guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and suddenly felt that his five bodies fell to the ground.

……

"Brother Yun, please."

"Brother Bai, come!"

Yunchen held the knife and raised the knife. For the name of the sword, the tip of the sword is slightly oblique.

Yunchen took the lead in attacking, relying on the heavy blade of the knife and slashing downward.

Bai Weiming's heart is like stopping water, the tip of the sword is a little, and the blade is bounced away with the method of four or two thousand catties, and the long sword is coming.

Yunchen smiled slightly, turned around, and waved his knife upward.

Bai Weiming's long sword was picked up repeatedly, but he flew out of his hand and slashed at the cloud dust.

The cloud and dust force breaks ten thousand laws, and the long knife is wiped horizontally.

……

After a while, the two bowed to each other.

"Brother Yun's basic skills are so solid, I admire them."

"Haha, I never thought that Brother Bai's basic sword style would be so pure as nature..."Yunchen smiled ashamedly, "If it's a life-and-death fight, it may be in Brother Bai's hands, and he can't walk Shihe..."

Bai Weiming suddenly smiled mysteriously, "Brother Yun, I'm going to enter the Xuan Mansion." ”

In the practice of these days, Bai Weiming has become much more enlightened, and the barriers of the realm have long been loosened.

"That palace master, please stay..."

Yunchen raised his eyebrows, why did the old servant of the Yong family suddenly come to the door.

"Dao Palace High Disciple, my young master... I want to fight you..."