Below the thoracic vertebrae, there is a half of cartilage to protect the heart veins. If you are seriously injured, you will be seriously injured.

Han Tianhong hurriedly turned the demon pestle, and a dazzling rainbow was drawn on the lower three-edged pestle, which happened to be able to stab Wang Zimo's forearm if nothing else. A sharp triangular pyramid would pierce the forearm and get stuck between the two bones. At that time, Wang Zimo's intact right arm will also be abolished, and he will be bound to death!

The above is Han Tianhong's one-sided idea.

However, accidents always come with chance.

Halfway through the trip, the barb suddenly hooked Wang Zimo's trouser legs. Han Tianhong suddenly panicked, and hurriedly swung his fist to block it, and at the same time forcefully pulled back the demon pestle.

Say it's too late, then it's too soon!

Wang Zimo crashed into Han Tianhong's arms like a cannonball, only to hear a "click". The two of them crawled out of the room.

"Bang dang!"

The vajra pestle fell at the feet of the Buddha Virujana, rolled twice, and smashed over the dusty incense burner. Wang Zimo lay motionless on the ground, Han Tianhong covered his chest with his left hand, gasping weakly.

The night shrouds the branches, and the lights are on.

The streets of Fengming are still bustling. Hawkers shouted, children cried, and handsome men and women hid in the roadside woods and frolicked. No one noticed that the guards were patrolling more often, and there were more similarly dressed people in the streets.

"A bunch of waste! The entire Fengming City is a big palm, and you can't find anyone!"

Cui Xiuran picked up the teapot on the table and threw it at the centurion's head, this was already the twenty-third teapot. The centurion looked at the maid who served another pot of tea, and wanted to pull her out and ravage her a thousand times!

"Get out!"

The centurion was relieved, glanced at the servant girl serving the tea again, and quickly covered his head and withdrew.

"Did you find it?"

Xue Jiaoniang paced back and forth in the secret room of the Drunken Xuan Building, "Be sure to find Mo'er before Cui Xiuran!"

The moonlight skin was icy and jade, and the eyes full of worry shimmered with jet-black luster under the everlasting light. Xue Jianniang raised her face to look out of the door and muttered, "Mo'er, where are you?"

"Pass me the order!"

"Pass me the order!"

Almost at the same time, in two different places. Cui Xiuran and Xue Jiaoniang made up their minds to use the last hole card.

"Mobilize the four major generals, search door to door, especially the old house that has been in disrepair for a long time, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to dig him out for me!"

"In the name of the priest, gather the four protectors and rush to Phoenix City, be sure to protect the safety of the young master!"

Hearing this, Shopkeeper Liang nodded dryly, leaned on the wine cabinet and hesitated: "However, the Holy Sect has already had a new priest, I'm afraid it will ......."

"Hmph, Liang Maoshi, I'm afraid you've forgotten the rules I taught about priests!"

Xue Jiaoniang was unusual, and swept coldly towards the cool shopkeeper, her eyes were full of slaughter, and she once again reproduced the demeanor of the high priest of the Fengtian God Sect.

"The priests of the Holy Church are divided into high priests, middle priests, and minor priests. The high priest does not die, the middle priest does not succeed, the middle priest does not die, and the minor priest does not succeed. ”

The Cult of the Heavenly Gods has a complete set of canons.

Among them, the canon about the priests is the sentence that the shopkeeper recited just now. The high priest is for life, the high priest does not die, the middle priest cannot inherit the position of high priest, and so on, until the position of the minor priest becomes vacant, and a suitable person will be found to be the minor priest again.

Back then, Xue Lianzhu sat from the middle priest to the high priest, and before she could stabilize her footing, she was sent to Kunxu by the master. The position of high priest was vacant for twenty years, and it was not until the death of the sect leader that Shi Luan succeeded to the throne that a high priest was selected from among the priests.

However, the sect leader has the right to choose the little priest, but the high priest has the right to appoint the sect leader! Therefore, without Xue Jianniang's approval, Shi Luan, the sect leader, is afraid that he will sit at the end!

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper hurriedly lowered his head, rubbed his hands together, and slowly raised it above his head, "Honorable High Priest Yizhi!"

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

The matter of Fengming City soon spread to everyone.

There will be brave men under the heavy reward, and all the forces of the Han and Tang Dynasties will go out together and rush to Fengming City.

Suddenly, Fengmingguan became a topic of relish, and even in Dongqu on the coast of the Hanhai Sea, Zhenlie nomads walking in the desert grassland, Nanze, ghosts and witches, as well as the land of Yunyou and Huaiyi, it was frequently rumored that a certain family sent contemporary Xiaochu to infiltrate the Central Plains to experience it.

King Han of Kyoto issued secret edicts one after another, and he must control the situation in Fengming City to avoid uncontrollable things. One of the secret edicts specifically proposed that Cui Xiuran, the young city lord of Fengming City, be the king of Fengxuan, and he was on an equal footing with Han Dudu, the general of Zhenxi that year.

Feng Xuan, take the surname of Feng Ming City, the name of Zuimen Xuan.

The drunken door of the Zuixuan Building actually reached the ears of the King of Han, I don't know if it is a warning to the father-in-law of Linde, or is it all?

With the title of King Fengxuan, Cui Xiuran is not afraid of Linde's father-in-law. On the contrary, when the father-in-law of Linde saw him, he had to salute and call him a prince. This is the shield given to him by the King of Han, as long as the King of Han reigns for one day, he, the prince, will sit firmly for one day.

The next day, the city lord's mansion held a flute overnight to celebrate Cui Xiuran's ascension to the king.

The businessman sent a congratulatory gift, and Cui Xiuran entertained on the surface, but the pressure doubled behind the scenes.

It's been a day and a half, and there is no news from the four major generals looking for someone. Seeing that there are more and more masters entering the city, you can't close the city gate and keep them out!

However, the more outsiders there are, the more difficult it is to find them!

"Hey!" Seeing the congratulatory gifts piled up all over the mountain, Cui Xiuran was not happy at all. He let out a long sigh, and finally made up his mind, "Close the city gates,"

"Ugh!"

The prince lay silently in the temple for a whole day and a half. He struggled to raise his head and looked at the moon in the sky, which was crooked, the last quarter moon.

Since coming to Jiuli, I have been very unfamiliar with the lunar calendar here. The months here are not divided according to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, but by what is the beginning of spring and the cold dew to distinguish.

He raised his left arm and looked, a cyan blood vessel was exposed, not surging as before, gurgling and jumping, very weak.

"Fortunately, I didn't cut the blood vessels, otherwise I wouldn't have lost too much blood and wouldn't have woken up!"

Wang Zimo breathed a sigh of relief and checked the injury on his leg again. The tendon of the left ankle was broken by a three-edged peg, the big toe and the second toe could not be strengthened, and the whole sole of the foot could not be bent, so he could only drag his left leg to walk.

Judging from the first battle, he had been injured several times more severely than he was now. There were several times when he almost died, but each time he was saved.

But who will save them now?

Da Ji's corpse pill, Yin Zhentong's gold sore medicine, Dai Xiaomo and Mo Hongyan's yin and yang spiritual power, and the two-color yin and yang pill from Han Dudu's came together, all healed his injuries again and again.

Wang Zimo rummaged through Lu Dutian's storage bag, he rummaged through this bag countless times, and scolded Lu Dutian countless times in his heart.

This paranoid has a lot of hidden weapons in the storage bag, but there is no healing elixir!

Enduring the pain, dragging his left leg to move to His Royal Highness, leaning on the dragon pillar that the two of them embraced, the prince gasped silently and grinned his teeth. It took a lot of effort to cross his legs, and then pinch the trick with both hands to make a lotus shape, place it in front of the dantian, look at the nose, nose, mouth, mouth, and quickly meditate and breathe.

"The Great Yan Sutra reversely cultivates yin and yang, I don't know if it is feasible in Jiuli?" Wang Zimo had no bottom in his heart, but at this moment, he had no choice.

After a moment of pranayama, the prince opened his eyes in silence.

"Jiuli's aura is not thin, but has become mixed, and it takes a long time to extract the pure yin and yang aura from these chaotic aura, so it is half the effort to cultivate. ”

No wonder they want to start from the six gods, the Dayan here is completely close to the Tao, the avenue is three thousand, entangled, it is better to climb up along the six gods, and go to the ancestors little by little.

Wang Zimo closed his eyes and carefully searched for the yin and yang aura, the yin and yang of heaven and earth, the yin and yang of the sun and the moon, the yin and yang of men and women, and the yin and yang of the meridians of the human body. This is the obvious difference in Kunxu, but in Jiuli it becomes stupid and unclear.

It's like pouring all kinds of rice into a big pot and boiling it for half a day to become a pot of paste, which is not even eight-treasure porridge, just like rice cereal brewed with water. How can this distinguish rice from millet, red beans from mung beans, almonds from walnuts?

Wang Zimo suddenly had two big heads, could it be that he drank them all in one go?

Suddenly, a bright light flashed through my mind.

Wang Zimo quickly straightened his waist and thought carefully with a frown.

Where's that flash just now?

Eight treasure porridge?

Rice cereal?

Right!

Drink it all!

The prince silently remembered the introduction of cultivation in the Yin family's jade slip, above the six gods are the five elements, the five elements become Taiji, and the yin and yang instruments become infinite.

Boundless!

From the statue of the mountain, the prince Mo had already thought about this question, what exactly is Wuji? Kunxu clearly divided yin and yang, how could he guess what Wuji was?

Because he was too excited, the prince accidentally pulled the wound. The scar cracked open again, and pus and blood flowed out again, and his mouth was almost grinning to the base of his ear.

"The yin and yang of Kunxu are clearly distinguished......"

"Yin and Yang are clearly distinguished!"

The prince muttered repeatedly, a string wanted to catch the bridge, but he always didn't know where the problem was. It seems that this sentence can lead to the real cause of the Kunxu catastrophe, but it is not the point.

"Go back and ask your mother-in-law!" Wang Zimo thought of Xue Jiaoniang, thinking that she was getting younger and younger, and couldn't help but change his words: "Go back and ask your aunt!"