Chapter 19: Practicing Mortal Dust

Just after Yingluo went out, she said after leaving the funeral: "I don't know what happened to my predecessors?"

"Oh, don't you want to know what I did to you before?" said Yingluo's grandfather to the funeral.

"Before, the juniors also thought that the seniors were going to be unfavorable to the juniors, but later, the juniors knew that the seniors did this for the juniors. ”

Before, Liyan really thought that Yingluo's grandfather was going to harm him, that kind of pain, life is better than death... Who can bear it, besides, he was abolished and cultivated before he died, and his physique is inferior to that of a scholar, how can he bear it. Besides, even if he wasn't abolished and cultivated, he wouldn't be able to bear it. The muscles and veins of the whole body are broken, the bones are shattered, and the pain is definitely not something that one person can bear. And even Yingluo's grandfather frowned, and he couldn't bear it. But when he woke up, he felt like he had been reborn, his whole body was full of strength, and when he felt it carefully, he felt that there was more than a hidden force in the depths of his body. After a little thought, he realized that it was Yingluo's grandfather.

"Hehe, you're smart, but do you know why you're the way you are? I don't know! Yingluo's grandfather quipped.

"The old man has observed you before, there is nothing in your sea of qi, your dantian is broken, you are weak, you are not even as good as an ordinary person, and then look at your smooth blood, you must know that you have practiced martial arts before. Yingluo's grandfather's seemingly incomparably yellow face smiled as bright as bathing in the spring breeze, and his bright eyes stared straight at the death.

"Senior, let him go over about the past!" he frowned and said a little bit not wanting to mention the past.

"You don't want to know, that's fine, because you'll find out sooner or later

, but now I borrow my mouth to say it, it's just for fun, old man, I won't be bored. Yingluo's grandfather bowed upstairs and said to the mourners lying on the bed.

"What do you call it Liyan? What is it called? Annoying, I don't care, the person who abolished your cultivation is very strong, so strong that I couldn't help him in my heyday, so if you want to take revenge, then if you follow this cultivation progress, it will not be enough for another thousand years of cultivation, but! Hehe, if you learn the cultivation method of the primeval era, I believe that it won't be long before they will avoid you! Oh, no, those self-righteous guys will come out to hunt you down. Hehe!" After saying that, Yingluo's grandfather smiled evilly. The wrinkled face smiled, it looked a little weird, and he was somewhat dissatisfied with the old guy in his heart, he was not in vain, he said that he had no memories of the past, perhaps, in this world, he couldn't remember the past since he woke up, but there was one more thing in his heart? That is to find a girl, a girl that he will never forget for a lifetime.

"Senior, although I don't want to learn martial arts, I have a hunch that I can't learn if I don't want to. The voice was a little indifferent, and the whole handsome and bewildering face made people look moved.

"This kid, I don't know where he came from, every move is as if it were natural, natural. Such a person is so terrible that I am afraid that even the heavens and the earth will not be able to tolerate it. Yingluo's grandfather's bright eyes, still staring straight at the death, in a trance, the ink-like pupils of the death became extremely deep, Yingluo's grandfather couldn't help but be surprised, his eyes were like a lightning bolt, quickly rushed into the eyes of the death, but he was blocked by something, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Oh, that's embarrassing. The old man had planned to forcibly teach you cultivation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have helped you rebuild your tibia, which was so bad. But now I don't plan to do this, I will teach you the method of cultivation, so that when the time comes, you can learn it yourself if you want, and if you learn it, it won't be like I forced you. Yingluo's grandfather thought for a while, and then said seriously.

As soon as the words fell, he saw that his body that was still lying on the bed sat up unconsciously, his eyes stared straight at Yingluo's grandfather, only to see that Yingluo's grandfather closed his eyes tightly, but his hands didn't know what secret method was pinching, and then changed rapidly, about a breath or so, the hands that were originally pinching the secret method suddenly remained motionless. In Li's eyes, the secret method of pinching has stopped, but he doesn't think that it really stops, he clearly keeps staring at these hands, supplemented by his innate induction, he could clearly sense every movement of his hands, but when his eyes thought it was stopping, his induction still sensed that Yingluo's grandfather's hands had been changing, but the speed was too fast, and it seemed to be static to the naked eye, but his induction could only vaguely sense the changes of his hands.

After a breath, the still hands quickly changed again, faster and faster, and finally gradually slowed down. The moment it stopped, it seemed like a beam of light between its hands, and it quickly sank into the head of the dead with lightning speed. At the same time, he felt a splitting headache when he left the dead, and he instinctively wrapped his hands around his head.

"Yes, look at my head, will this amount of information be too much, I forgot to seal part of it first. Yingluo's grandfather patted himself on the head, as if he was extremely remorseful.

The amount of information that Grandpa Yingluo taught to enter the head of the Death Death is not too large, but as large as the sea, the amount of information like a mass, as soon as he enters the head of the Death, he feels a splitting headache, and the pupils that were originally slightly pitch black are extremely dark. Yingluo's grandfather not only taught everything he had learned all his life to Liyan, but also taught the secret methods left by Yingluo's parents to suppress the evil things of heaven and earth to Liwu in one go, so it's strange that the amount of information is not large.

But this time, Liwu didn't pass out, originally Yingluo's grandfather thought he would pass out, seeing that Liwu was not in a coma, his bright eyes were like a glow, looking at Liwu carefully, wanting to see him thoroughly, however, his gaze changed several times, from careful looking, to serious looking, to surprise, and then to some panic. Of course, these departures are not known.

"You've really surprised me, if you're okay, go out and find Yingluo! Yingluo's grandfather said tiredly.

"Babbling, a dream for eternity, practicing mortal dust?" At the moment of leaving, a desolate and very harsh voice came into the ears of Grandpa Yingluo, the voice seemed to be male and non-male, like female and non-female, like a very old opera, singing there, melodious.

"Who?" Yingluo's grandfather quickly turned his head away, but he didn't see anything.

"Huh, did I hear me wrong!" he muttered, shaking his head.

"Babbling... What a heaven and earth evil thing, what a Yingluo, you call Lian Fanchen!"