As always, the spirit is supplemented by false sleep, and the special cultivation method is different from the so-called meditation of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism to get rid of distracting thoughts and empty foreign objects, which is called the "domineering" mental method, which is different from other qi refining techniques that are inseparable from the essence of its sect, it is completely the use of the qi of the martial arts from the beginning to the heavenly phenomena to the extreme, and it is not impossible to achieve the realm of transformation and can layer upon layer the essence of the body and the external qi to destroy the world. It's just a cultivation method, and it's just a simple way to run the body's qi and machine circulation and recirculation.

This is a different mental method, the description is simple and easy to understand, which makes people like eating chicken ribs, but when you cultivate, you can go deep into the inside, and the power is amazing.

Nine stops and nine lines are an example.

At that time, the old man in the temple and the rivers and lakes in the family had their own praise and disapproval, regardless of the opposition of other people in the family, and let himself practice this mental method that had never been recorded by his predecessors.

The family respects and fears this old man, because of his feat when he was young and deliberately built the library building to prevent some people from practicing, and they have to choose such a strange mental method that no one knows the origin, and the night three clearly remember that the family quarreled from morning to night because of this incident, but it was he who was the protagonist who was left aside, and no one asked him what he meant.

The old man finally blew his beard and glared at the table to be considered a certainty, and it was fun to think about it now.

It's just that after more than ten years of cultivation of this set of mental methods, except for the destruction of the cauldron at each crisis, the huge power generated by the accumulation of layers and layers, and the spirit of false sleep cultivation that allows oneself to sleep day after day, year after year, it seems that there is nothing special about it.

As everyone knows, the authorities are fascinated, and they have some short-sighted views of frogs at the bottom of the well.

Because the little girl red dates snatched the position of the third watch of the night, the third son, who didn't know the preciousness, moved a chair to the door pitifully.

It's just that this time in the fake sleep, when a strong qi violently dissipated the surrounding qi, Ye San woke up even more suddenly.

It's dawn.

Unlike waking up at the beginning of the morning in the past, after opening his eyes, Ye San opened his eyes and just looked at the already bright sky, and he could estimate that it was already an hour late.

Moreover, it was only due to external forces that he woke up, which made Ye San even more uneasy.

Looking for the sudden vast qi, he suddenly found that the red dates that should have been in the hall were gone, and the small mattresses were stacked neatly on the round stool.

I don't even know how to get up with red dates?

Ye San turned to the direction of the room in a daze, the door was closed, there was nothing unusual, but why did he sleep so deeply? It stands to reason that my sister should have woken up at this time, why didn't she call herself? Where did the dates go?

Ye San got up, and in a trance, his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell to the ground, his legs were weak for a while, and he seemed to be stepping on the water, and he couldn't use his strength.

Holding on to the door frame to stabilize his body, Ye San looked at his legs in confusion, feeling like this, Ye San didn't remember how long it hadn't been.

After practicing martial arts, it is obviously impossible to have this kind of weakness and weakness again, even if you have spent physical strength before, you have never been so weak. Even after a near-death fight, as it was three years ago, or four years ago, it is not said that it will be like the current situation.

Ye Sangen opened his mouth and called "sister", but with a flick of his fingers, he found that there didn't seem to be a sound in his mouth.

Didn't you hear your own voice?

Ye Sangen opened his mouth again.

This time, it was as if I couldn't open my mouth.

Incense?

The first reaction is that someone wants to harm themselves, but in the next moment, the idea is immediately eliminated, and the consciousness is still awake as before, how can it be that he has been incense?

Ye San was even more anxious, as he had seen such a small trick, and when he thought about it, he thought of a long-lost drug in the rivers and lakes, cartilage sobering powder.

This medicine is said to be the ancestor of the dynasty physician Wang Yaoli who grasped the wrong amount of medicine stone, and turned a prescription that could refresh the mind into such a drug that made people conscious but weak in their limbs.

Different from the widely circulated ecstasy of the common drug that everyone in the adulterous department has, it can be seen from the name that the powerful drug should be regarded as a treasure by some flower thieves who are adulterers.

It's because there were many disgusting things that people spurned at a certain time and place.

It is precisely because of this that a group of famous and decent people hate it, forcing the medicine to destroy this pair, which is the most suitable for the brave and ruthless Jianghu people, but the anesthetic prescription, over time, for more than a hundred years, no one still remembers this ecstasy cartilage powder that was also a cruel party.

Ye Sangen also accidentally saw it from a barnyard miscellaneous book that my sister read, so I can remember it for the first time, this is definitely a poison that is not an exaggeration.

staggered to the side room, and the third night slammed the door open, but where was there still a shadow of the night in the bedroom?

Ye San was even more completely panicked.

It's just that after seeing that the bedding on the couch is neat, the room is as neat as new, and there is no mess caused by imaginary fights or resistance, Ye San settled down at the door.

This kind of unreasonable thing, how can you not see it if you are as smart as the night three?

When he came back to his senses and turned back, it was a blow to the head.

There were two old men with gray temples, standing in the room with a smile, and that position was exactly where he had just woken up.

Before the door opened, the old man suddenly appeared there, which was extremely strange.

Could it be that my ears are not good? Ye San thought even more.

The old man was always smiling, and that face could be called kind and kind. He suddenly spoke, "Boy, what are you looking for?" ”

After that, it was even more weird, with lotus under his feet, and he came to the front in one step.

Night San was even more frightened, or shocked.

This suddenly reminded him of the good guest who gave birth to a lotus step by step in the first day, five or six feet in the air step by step, not only the surrounding qi or the majestic power of heaven and earth leaked out of the body, which was equivalent to blowing up a lotus flower that both Buddhism and Taoism were secret.

Buddhism sits on the lotus platform, the treasure is solemn, it is to bow and kowtow to tens of millions of sectarians, and tens of thousands of miles of asceticism to seek a blessing.

Taoism cultivates golden lotus, seizes heaven and earth to create and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, raises a pool of edge law, feeds the ancestral court in the dark, and the reincarnation is fixed.

This foot is born with a lotus, which can be used as the way of heaven.

Obviously, this old man is not as jerky as when he borrowed Tianwei, just this step, as if he was strolling leisurely, and he came easily.

"Who are you?"

While being surprised that he could make a sound, Ye San was even more wary of the old man in front of him.

Not only did he enter the room silently, but all this weirdness should be inseparable from this old man.

The old man put his hands behind his back and smiled, "Who are you?" ”

Night Three fell into deep thought.

It was as if at this moment, he really couldn't remember who he was. Can't seem to remember what he's doing, what he's supposed to do.

The dazed expression revealed a sense of helplessness, this young man who was happy to enmity for ten years at a young age, muttered, "Who am I? ”

"Time passes in the east, the stars move to the west, if there is a fate, you are you."

The old man raised his hand, and a finger stretched out from the back of the hand that looked like a piece of dead tree bark, and tapped the eyebrows of the young man in front of him.

"It's better to go to sleep."

A dazzling light spread out at the center of the eyebrows, and then exploded, turning into speckled starlight, curling into the sky.

Everything around is really like a bucket turning stars, the bright daylight sprinkled in the room quickly faded, and the time changed, in front of which was a sudden appearance of the deep house compound, and the courtyard was a mess.

Some wailed, some fled, some knelt down like chaff and begged for mercy, and some held knives and burned with anger.

There are also people who have murderous intent rushing into the sky, sweeping like a river tide.

It's just that just a back makes people's hearts beat, in this human purgatory under the cover of the night, Ye San knows that it is himself.

The man in his thirties suddenly missed the side with a knife, and the heavy blow of splitting Huashan from top to bottom shattered the bluestone slabs on the ground, and the stone slag flew away.

The figure of the navy blue short hit squatted and drew a circle on his shoulder, charging his strength to hit sideways, and the burst of force knocked the knife-wielding man into the air with a crisp bone cracking sound. Then the figure suddenly rushed forward, down the mountain from the wind and tiger, stretched out his hand to press the man to the ground, the muffled sound, the broken bluestone slab was more terrifying than just now.

The two old men with gray temples reappeared, blocking in front of Ye Sankan, who was in it but was also a bystander, and still said with a light smile: "There are eight people in the Liang family in Beijing, one person died, three were seriously injured, two were lightly injured, and the other two were missing. ”

Ye San looked up in a daze, and couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

"What does it mean to beat someone to death with one punch?"

Ye San frowned.

"Again."

With the rise and fall of the old man's words, the sleeves of the robe waved, and the white horse passed through the gap in an instant.

When I opened my eyes again, there was already a fire, a row of six people shivering, and next to them were the maids, sobbing and flowing.

The one in the middle is also in his thirties, and he kowtows vigorously to admit his mistakes, but in exchange for the young man in front of him who seems to be a killing god under the firelight, his face is fierce.

With just one kick, he kicked the hundred-and-ten-pound man straight into the monstrous flames, causing sparks to splash and spread, followed by a terrible howl and a surging fire.

The young man who was already red-eyed kicked him, and someone flew up and hit the man who was on fire, knocking the latter into it again before he had exhausted the flames on his body.

With just the right amount of coincidence, one stayed outside and the other went back.

A mouthful of blood splattered and he passed out. The only four people left, in the wail of the man in the fire, were boiling and urinating, hugging their heads and crying.

The old man standing side by side with the night watchman did not change his face, as if the volcanic hellish scene in front of him was just a mirror for him, ethereal.

The old man didn't look at the third watch of the night, looked at the man who was already covered with flames in the firelight, hoarse and helpless, and obviously helpless, and spoke again: "Mo family, one person was burned alive, one person was seriously injured, and four people were delirious. ”

Ye Sangen simply didn't say anything, just squinted at the old man.

Three years had passed, and when he came back to his senses, he thought he was in a dream.

This big dream is a big dream, but when I wake up, I have palpitations.

The old man also turned his head and looked at each other, but after the old man raised his hand without warning, he made Ye San more like a paper kite that had just flown up, and suddenly flew towards the raging flames.

The subconscious dodge was still uncontrollable, and it came in an instant between breaths, and the scorching temperature disappeared with a flick of the old man's sleeve.

The old man's voice came from the Nine Shadows, making him shiver like falling into an ice cave when the scorching heat that made Ye San feel more empathetic had not completely dissipated.

"Killing people is not enough, what do you say about such a ruthless method?"

After that, the sleeves of the robe waved again, and he went for a hundred miles.

On the cliff, next to the dead trees, the oriental fish belly is white, lined with great beauty.

It's just that under this scene, a battle that has reached a fever pitch is really too much for people to take care of.

The sun rises in the east, the sun dyes half of the sky, and on the old trees, there are long-tailed colorful pheasants, heading towards the battle of more than half of the ten, and the world is white.