"Little brother, do you know how you got rid of Miyamoto's dead air?"

Zhang Zhan recalled at this time that at that time, Miyamoto had indeed been smashed to death by a hammer with Wanyan's injury! His vitality and aura had indeed disappeared from this world. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, he didn't understand, why was Miyamoto able to come back from the dead?

Even after Miyamoto came back from the dead, he poured all the cold and dead qi that he didn't know where to "borrow" from in his body, wreaking havoc and destroying his vitality.

Zhang Zhan was completely confused, so he could only say honestly: "Please ask your seniors for advice." ”

Jiang Qiu said lightly: "Little brother, do you still remember Jiang's master?"

Jiang Qiu's master is a high-ranking monk in a temple outside Lin'an City.

Zhang Yan nodded and said, "His old man saved Zhang's life, and he also sent a pure true qi to Zhang's sea of thoughts. ”

Zhang Yan reacted: "Could it be ......"

Jiang Qiu didn't answer, and asked again: "Why can't the little brother exert the full power of One Finger Zen?"

Zhang Yan nodded and said, "Yes! The same question, Zhang Mou also wanted to ask his seniors." ”

A woman's soft snort surrounded Zhang Yan's ears.

Zhang Remnant beat a spirit, and then realized that in his "dream world", there was actually a third person.

However, Ren Zhang looked left and right, but could not find any sign of the woman's existence.

"Ask him for advice! Being able to be instructed by him is a blessing that others can't even imagine!"

Zhang Zhan heard it clearly this time, this voice was Bujing's voice.

Being forcibly broken into his dream by a woman, Zhang Chuan always felt a little weird. After listening to Bu Jing's words, Zhang Yan also hurriedly got down serious and bowed again: "The younger generation really doesn't know." ”

"Whether it is one-finger Zen or flower fingering, it is the most authentic martial arts of my Buddhism. If it is not the best Buddhist mind, it is difficult to fully exert the power of these two divine skills. ”

Zhang said with a bitter face: "The predecessors know that what Zhang is practicing is the Taoist mental method, not to mention any superior Buddhist mental method, and the inferior mental method Zhang Mou also does not know!

Jiang Qiu said in a somewhat harsh tone: "Jiang's martial arts are passed on to you, so they no longer belong to Jiang, but belong to the little brother himself." Do you even have to ask Jiang to give you instructions on how to use and how to act?"

"That's right, Jiang showed you how to use the skills. But the use of the wonderful, there is one mind. If you only know how to copy the whole book, you are a pedantic nerd at best! Just imagine that the one-finger Zen and the fingering of the flower are unparalleled skills in the world, as long as you can completely turn them into your own martial arts, their power may be even greater than that of Jiang himself. ”

Zhang Yan's whole body was shocked, as if he had been empowered, and bowed sincerely again: "Thank you seniors for your advice." ”

"If you know it but don't know why, you will never reach the pinnacle of martial arts. Jiang Qiu's last sentence was serious and long, and he seemed to have a little bit of hope.

Without waiting for Zhang Yan to thank him again, Jiang Qiu asked, "Do you know that you are at a critical juncture of life and death crisis?"

Zhang Yan thought for a while and asked tentatively: "The dead qi in Zhang's body has not been completely eliminated?"

Jiang Qiu shook his head before he said, "The blood of the true dragon is the most rigid and yang thing in the world. However, between heaven and earth, the solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow, and there are no exceptions. Therefore, no matter what kind of things, they need to achieve a balance of yin and yang, and a combination of rigidity and softness in order to survive for a long time. The little brother is now too masculine, if he can't reconcile as soon as possible, he will inevitably be eaten back and die within half a year. ”

Zhang Candeng's eyes lit up: This is a solid condition for the author to open a harem for himself! He couldn't help but ask: "What does the predecessor mean that Zhang needs to have fun every night?" Well, it's not that Zhang can't agree. ”

Jiang Qiu said lightly: "Reconciliation and venting are two different concepts. Unless the little brother vents until the person dies, it still can't change the potential crisis of the true dragon's blood. ”

A basin of cold water was poured down, and Zhang Yan smiled bitterly: "What should the juniors do?"

Jiang Qiu said lightly: "It's not everything, you have to need someone else to teach you how to do it." ”

Suddenly, the scene in front of me was like a mirror shattering, shattered.

Then Zhang snorted, regained his sense of pain again, and opened his eyes.

Seeing Wan Yan Hurt pouring wine, Zhang Yan couldn't help but lick his lips, and Wan Yan Hurt smiled when he saw this, "This action ...... Are you tempting me?"

Zhang Yan snorted, and said weakly: "Give me a bite, I'm yours." ”

Wan Yan put the wine gourd to Zhang Remnant's mouth, and Zhang Remnant poured a few sips happily, and then Zhang Remnant was so comfortable that he almost wanted to moan.

Thinking of something, Zhang Yan then asked, "Is Miyamoto still alive?"

Wan Yan put away the smile on his face, a faint fear flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "After he hurt Brother Zhang at that time, he was slapped by me again. However, he fled, and before parting, he laughed wildly - Phoenix Nirvana, immortal body. ”

Zhang Yan frowned and thought for a long time before asking a question that was almost idiotic: "So, he really didn't die?"

Wan Yan didn't laugh at Zhang Yan's mood, nodded seriously, and said cautiously: "I know very well that my blow will kill him! However, the fact is that he did come back from the dead, just like the phoenix of Nirvana." ”

Zhang Yan couldn't help asking, "Is there really an immortal body?"

This question had obviously been thought about for a long time, and he said without the slightest hesitation: "I'm sorry I can't answer it for Brother Zhang! But when Miyamoto came back from the dead, he himself seemed to be very weak. ”

Zhang Yan thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Because when Miyamoto came back from the dead, he slapped his last palm, and the strength contained in it was less than half of his own skill. Otherwise, if it was his real strength, not to mention that the palm smashed all the bones of his body, he was afraid that he would have been slapped into a puddle of mud by him.

The reason why he has been in a coma for so long and the culprit who caused him to be really overly weak is the cold "dead air" that he poured into his body.

Wanyan said sadly: "Brother Zhang has provoked Miss Xiaohui again?"

Zhang Yan didn't react for a while, and asked rhetorically, "What?"

After repeating the injury once, Zhang Yancai smiled and said, "Zhang has already avoided her, how can he provoke her?"

Wan Yan smiled and said: "Avoid it and ignore it, this kind of harm is far more than harsh and scolding, isn't it?"

Without waiting for Zhang Yan to speak, Wan Yan continued with a sad face: "Miss Xiaohui has actually given you a signal of reconciliation, why not borrow the donkey from the slope to resolve your grudges?"

Zhang Yan smiled and said lightly: "I know that my brother is kind, and I can also see that Miss Xiaohui does mean to release her suspicions with me." ”

"Then why are you so stubborn?" Wan Yan asked in surprise.

Zhang Yan thought for a while, and said indifferently: "Now, as soon as I think of her, what comes to my mind is her sweet and bright smile at Miyamoto Annihilation, and then it is the palm that Miyamoto Annihilation put me to death. ”

"The knot is hard to solve, my brother will not try to match me and her in the future. ”