The little girl in the robe went and returned, as fast as a gust of wind.

With a bang, the sole of the little girl's foot slipped and she fell to the ground.

The little girl named Xu Minjian shook her head, got up with a bone, as if nothing had happened, and ran to Fang Yan's side and squatted down. She wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, put one hand into her broad robe, pulled it out of her arms, and after a while, she placed something on the side of the medicine jar that Fang Yan was trapped in, and covered her eyes with the other hand, still looking at the young man between her fingers.

Fang Yan was stunned, looked carefully, the little girl in the Taoist robe actually brought a set of clean clothes for herself, he looked at the little girl who covered her eyes, lowered her head, and then noticed that her clothes were already dirty and messy, and she was even more wet after soaking in the vat.

The boy was a little embarrassed, and said thank you softly to the little girl.

Then the little girl's face was radiant again.

The two men were silent, and then they were speechless, and the young man continued to carefully adjust his terrible body, and the little girl squatted on the ground, fiddling with two bamboo sticks for stringing sugar gourds.

Old Dao'er rubbed his hands outside the courtyard, probably feeling that there was nothing to do, so he simply picked up a big broom from the corner and swept the Taoist temple into dust.

From beginning to end, Lao Dao'er didn't seem to care about the origin of the young man, and the young man didn't ask about the identity of this big and small Taoist, but by feeling, the other party would not harm him.

So Lao Dao'er asked him to sit in the jar, and he did so.

Even he didn't know why.

Fang Yan has always believed in his feelings.

The young man closed his eyes, his body trembled slightly, the person was in the jar, the qi and blood melted into the blood hole, like countless fine needles pierced the heart, the young man held on for a while, and finally fainted from bleeding from his mouth and nose.

The little girl was in a hurry and straightened Fang Yan out of the medicine jar, so as not to have a smooth flow of qi and blood.

Lao Dao'er went out early and returned late, he was not in the Taoist temple on weekdays, but he came back once in the morning and evening, inserted the talisman sword into the ground, and took Fang Yan out of the jar without saying a word, and then punched the young man with a punch in the head, causing the young man's qi and blood to flow backwards, the flames in his body were burning, he trembled and fainted, and then threw the young man into the vat containing clear water.

Fang Yan's Yanshu Tianjiao Gong also leads fire into the body, tempering the meridians with flames, although it is painful, but it pays attention to a gradual process.

But Lao Dao'er's punch, the fire is like a refining weapon in a folk cellar, and the flames run through Fang Yan's whole body, and the taste is completely different.

The boy gritted his teeth, and his teeth were bleeding.

Old Taoist Xu Beitian threw two punches every day, one punch in the heart and one punch in the head acupoint, Fang Yan's body was red, as if he had been boiled in boiling water, and each pore was emitting heat, but it really spread out a lot of congested meridians, so that he would not pass out in pain as soon as he ran the exercises.

Fang Yan himself clearly noticed that the qi and blood were getting thicker and thicker day by day, and he could even gradually support himself in the tank for a while.

The boy silently boiled his body, repairing his body day by day.

Day in and day out.

The young man moved his qi and blood and moved his bones every day, and every time he was angry, his eyes were dilated, and his mouth was whimpering.

But he just didn't say anything, just held on like this, his face was hideous.

The liquid medicine in the medicine jar was changed again and again, and the time that the boy could hold on to it became longer and longer.

Xu Minjian, a little girl in a Taoist robe, seemed to have nothing to do all day, and when Fang Yan was meditating, she moved a small stool, used two bamboo sticks in her hand as a sword, and teased a few flowers in the air, which seemed to be very ordinary, but not so ordinary.

Finally, one day, the young man exhaled a breath of turbidity, and a faint mist of blood swept through the air, and he trembled and stretched out his right hand to hold the edge of the medicine jar, gritted his teeth and crawled out, lying on his back on the ground, panting.

"Ou Yo, you can climb out on your own. The old Taoist Xu Beitian squatted on the ground and poked the young man with his finger.

Fang Yan struggled to squeeze out a smile.

"Very good, the blood is reshaped, it seems that the body bones are okay, and sooner or later two punches will become three punches. Xu Beitian's face was expressionless.

Lao Dao'er did what he said, and when he punched out, Fang Yan's head roared, his body leaned back, and he fainted.

So there was a little more liquid medicine in the medicine jar.

As the night fell, Fang Yan sat on the threshold, his eyes were dazed, his left arm was weakly drooping down, and his right hand was touching the storage bag.

"Do you think I'm very unreasonable, I beat you indiscriminately, you had a blood explosion before, I'm afraid you didn't suffer so much, right?" Old Dao'er sat down next to the young man, sneered, and said to himself, "Changing blood is indeed a method, but the efficiency is too low, your barbarian cultivation method is wonderful, your qi and blood are enlightened, and you have mastered the method of breaking and then standing up, and changing blood is simply a waste." I know how many martial artists on the rivers and lakes don't know how to use brute strength, and can only rely on internal force to condense the qi, if you let them know that you have this ability, you won't be able to live a thousand. ”

"Old man, these few punches to disperse your original qi and blood, recondense and melt, just like recasting a waste sword, and the foundation is stronger, which is only good for future cultivation. Besides, when you were an old man, did you punch casually? Which of those little guys didn't cry and shout and beg me to punch a few times, not much, one punch was enough for them to last a lifetime, but who have I given a good face? If not, if it weren't for the ......" His voice became lower and lower, because the little girl in the Taoist robe stood up and pulled his gray beard, her face full of unkindness.

Lao Dao'er shrunk his neck, stood up and prepared to leave.

"I know. The boy said something abruptly, staring blankly at the sky.

Lao Dao'er was stunned.

The boy continued: "I don't know why, but I know that you are for my good, so you hit me, and I endured it. ”

Fang Yan raised his head, "I have been told that my life is not good since I was a child, I was looked down upon coldly, and I was said to have killed my grandfather, and it is already the greatest blessing not to take bad luck." But I was very lucky, I met Uncle Li, I met the girl I hadn't seen, and I met Shizun, so I didn't want to die, I had to learn to endure it if I didn't want to die, and I had to endure it no matter how painful it was. ”

"Seniors and Lady Mercy, I don't know why you saved me, but I'm grateful to you, sincerely. In my life, grateful people will remember it and will never forget. Fang Yan said calmly.

Xu Minjian raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

"Come on, go to the demon, don't go here with your boy. Lao Dao'er was a little sullen and sighed.

Xiao Dao'er grinned at Fang Yan, and the angry old Dao'er blew his beard and glared.

Fang Yan also smiled, looking at this old and young, after getting along in the past few days, he and the two of them have also become familiar with each other. Xiao Dao'er Xu Minjian sometimes talks to the young man about their hometown when he is happy, and he heard the little girl say that they are from the East, far, far away from the East, Fang Yan asked how far it is, and Lao Dao'er said coldly Don't ask, you can't go so far in your life.

The master and apprentice said that they were going south to get rid of demons, and by the way they went to Wuzhou to find someone, the young man wondered, Wuzhou is obviously in the east of Lanzhou, how did you bypass Wuzhou and come to Lanzhou?

Xu Beitian couldn't feel his temper, sometimes good and sometimes bad, if he was in a good mood, he would reward Fang Yan with a punch, and if it was not good, he might let Fang Yan soak in the jar and not be allowed to come out, and he gradually had less time to go out, according to the little girl in the robe, it was because most of the monsters in this area were killed by Lao Dao'er.

Xu Minjian is good-tempered, but he doesn't like to talk very much, and he entertains himself all day long, which is in stark contrast to a certain girl. The little girl in the Taoist robe's biggest hobby seems to be holding two bamboo sticks and gesturing, like dancing a sword, Fang Yan dragged a bleak appearance to climb out of the tank every night, and saw the little girl with a bamboo stick in one hand, so unhappy.

The days were moving day by day, and the boy was beaten and cultivated every day.

Occasionally, when relaxing, the young man will mobilize the slightest qi and blood to nourish the blood embryo of the Yuan Infant in the storage bag, Uncle Li said that this blood embryo is a life-saving thing, Fang Yan did not dare to leave for a moment.

Fang Yan sometimes looked at the purple-black bruised left arm, and would laugh for no reason, thinking that he was now not much different from Liu Feiteng, who had had his arm cut off, he smiled and fell silent again, pursing his lips slightly.

On this day, the young man washed his body from the tank, changed into the clean clothes prepared by the little girl, felt refreshed, sat cross-legged under the moon, the moonlight was swaying, closed his eyes and pinched with one hand, the three abundant blood orifice in the body were running, the qi and blood were rolling, and the whole body was crackling. The little girl danced her sword, waving like a cold thread under the moon.

Fang Yan's body was really as Lao Dao'er said, the broken sword was reforged, the original dark skin became warm under the soaking of the medicine jar, the collapsed bones straightened again, and the momentum of the whole person became more and more calm, like an unsheathed sword.

The boy was beaten for 30 days and trained for a month, and his appearance became earth-shattering.

Fang Yan took the sugar gourd that Xu Minjian stretched out with one hand, and ate it with relish.

The breeze was blowing, and the little girl was swaying her two flat temples, and she was in a good mood.

The young man's heart moved, he jumped up, swayed slightly and stopped, he guarded the trick point, stepped forward, the whole person was high, his right fist was clenched, and he hit forward.

The breeze blew along the boy's fist into the distance, and the boy withdrew his fist, his calm face could no longer be tense, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain. The little girl in the robe leaned back and slid back, giggling, and her voice was as crisp as a silver bell.

At this time, the boy really looked like a teenager.

The old Taoist appeared next to the statue of the god out of nowhere, and snorted to himself: "Zhong Buyu, this old thing, the ghost knows what chess you have played, anyway, I just cast my sword, whoever you want to calculate, don't provoke me." ”

Xu Beitian squinted his eyes, "The furnace is pure, the flame is not fake, and with this kid's qi and blood cultivation method, this foundation is solid." ”

Under the moonlight, the young man's body was glowing with blue, and his eyebrows and eyes were bright.

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