Eh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......

Yan Sang originally wanted to meditate on cultivating Shendao and strive for Shinto to enter the product as soon as possible, to see if there would be a new supernatural birth, but as soon as he sat down cross-legged, there was a feeling of pain of varying degrees in various parts of the area where Li Xisheng had just been taught 'marksmanship', and it was already very difficult for him to sit cross-legged, let alone meditate on his cultivation.

The boss is really ruthless, he is ruthless under the gun, and he doesn't want to fight a bad shot, and there is no hope for her happiness.

Yan Sang sighed and stood up with his waist, but his expression was suddenly stunned, I heard that internal strength can heal injuries?

Before the crossing, he had read a lot of martial arts novels, even if it was a Xiuzhen novel, it looked like aura, and it could be healed?

Even if this is the case, the aura of this world should also have the same effect, and the aura of Taoism is called Changqi, which sounds particularly suitable for healing.

Although he doesn't have the longevity of Taoism, he has the Haoran righteousness of Confucianism, and the Xuanyin Qi of ghost cultivation, uh, Xuanyin Qi doesn't sound like it can heal, so let's try Haoran Zhengqi first.

Immediately, Yan Sang sat down with his waist on his back, for some reason, the head took great care of this part, thinking that it was related to the hook fence, eh, a superficial woman......

Sitting cross-legged, Yan Sang forced himself to enter the cultivation state, because there was pain all over his body, it was a little more difficult and longer to enter the meditation at this time, but when Haoran righteousness entered the body and surged to all the wounds, the pain was inexplicably better.

'Well, Haoran Zhengqi doesn't seem to be good at healing, but it has the effect of invigorating blood and removing stasis, which is better than nothing, and it can be regarded as being able to barely cultivate. ’

Although it didn't achieve the expected effect, it was better than before, but when Yan Sang calmed down, he found something strange.

'Well, this majestic righteousness condensed in the wound seems to echo each other, faintly forming a certain route, this is, the route of performing gong?'

Yan Sang opened his eyes suddenly, recalling that when Li Xisheng beat him before, he had hardly 'taken care' of the same part twice, and he was even more ruthless in the waist and face, could it be that this was really teaching him marksmanship?

'Eh, it seems that this girl still has a conscience! I know that I am dedicated to investigating the case......

Yan Sang was immediately overjoyed, and according to the degree of pain and the order of being 'taken care of', he guided Haoran righteousness to move forward, but every time he reached the waist and face, his previous efforts were wasted, and he was even more and more in pain by this Haoran righteousness, baring his teeth and cracking his mouth.

When I went, I knew that it was not so simple, and that the practice would not be done with the face, and it was not a stick and evil art. ’

The waist should be used, but it should be distinguished, and some places may be the same as the face, just purely for ......

When he performed the gong again, Yan Sang avoided his face, but the part around his waist needed to be tried, and every time he failed, it brought him severe pain, but every time he was laughed at painfully, and he was one step closer to success.

Half a day later, Yan Sang couldn't help but jump up from the bed, holding a spear in his arm, and stabbed it forward, and at the same time, a mighty righteousness like a dragon shot out of his hand, blasted through the gate, and flew straight towards the sky.

"It's done!"

After half a day of hard work, his injuries have healed a lot, and more importantly, he has learned the method of luck, "In the end, Haoran righteousness turned into a dragon form, which should be the head of the dragon and phoenix Yin marksmanship, but I didn't expect that she actually passed on this housekeeping marksmanship to me." ”

"Although there is a difference between sticks and guns, it is not that you can't be a gunman, but it is more difficult to stab someone. ”

Boss, you really love me!

......

Chamber of the Department of Disasters and Disasters.

Li Xisheng has stayed in the council hall since he talked with Yan Sang today, and at this time, the wine jug has bottomed out.

Yan Sang only drank three cups and was already unconscious, but Li Xisheng drank the whole pot directly, and his expression was as usual, without any smoke, at this time, his beautiful eyes opened slightly, and he was surprised: "You have already comprehended the dragon and phoenix yin?"

"I refer to the marksmanship from the Confucian classics, once by the great Confucianism sighed as a stunning learning, now I think about it, it is mostly polite words, in front of the power, but at your fingertips, you can learn it. ”

"It's just that you can't cultivate the Tao, but cultivating Confucianism is so simple, is it possible that he will be the reincarnation of Confucianism?"

Jade Hand was about to raise his glass, only to find that the jug was empty.

......

On the Taoist priest's desk, there was also a wine jug, but it was not from the butterfly charm, but an ordinary wine jug in the hook bar.

At this time, the wine jug had also bottomed out, and the Taoist priest sat at the desk, trying to lift the pen several times, but put it down again until the wine jug was empty, then he sighed and picked up the pen and wrote.

This was a letter to his uncle, and because it involved military affairs, he thought about telling him first, and if he felt that it was necessary, he would tell another uncle of the county commander.

And what he wrote was exactly what he saw and heard in Yamen today, and he said in front of Yan Sang that he didn't want to pay attention to it, but in his heart, he had already said to his uncle in a hurry, or he wouldn't have rushed back to the disaster.

It's just that when he put pen to paper, he had a lot of hesitation, so he dragged it out until this time.

Putting away the pen, the Taoist priest closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then he pinched the law.

The paper spread on the table changed with the gesture of the Taoist priest, and folded itself into a paper crane, and then the Taoist priest opened the window, and the paper crane fluttered its wings and flew into the air.

At night, watching the paper crane go away, the Taoist priest had a complicated expression, as if he wanted to summon the paper crane back, and wanted the paper crane to fly faster, so that he could not see it, and he wanted to drink wine in irritability, but found that the wine pot was empty.

......

"Uh......"

The monk burped and came to the kitchen at night, touching his head and flushing his ugly face, "What about the wine, the wine of the sprinkler!"

Although most of the rooms are vacant, they are fully equipped, but the kitchen is rarely used, and there is no special hire for cooks.

There are three or four kittens, and before Yan Sang came, there were only three of them, and it was much better to go outside to deal with it, which was much better than opening a stove.

Of course, the most important reason is that no one knows how to cook.

So this kitchen has become a place for monks to hide wine, and when he opened the kitchen door, he found that a figure was already sitting on the ground, stealing his wine.

"The thief actually stole your Bajie master......'s wine? Uh, it's you!"

When the monk saw the wine thief, he almost shot out in anger, but when he saw his red face, he recognized it as a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest seemed to have drunk a lot, and when he saw the monk push the door in, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, picked up the wine jug and said, "The bald donkey came just in time, drink!"

"Drink your horse! this is my wine!"

The monk kicked up a wine vat, then poured it on the head of the Taoist priest, and laughed heartily: "Wine must be drunk like this to be happy, come, drink!"

"If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home!"