One stone stirs up a thousand waves, of course, this is also a premise, the premise is that the stone should be big, the pool should be deep, but not too deep.

The internal force of the big man was like a stone, thick and down-to-earth, and smashed into Chen Yuanyuan's northern underworld.

But it can only stir up the waves on the sea, and as soon as it enters the depths, it will be like a mud cow entering the sea, and it will not be found.

This is a very domineering means of testing the realm.

The big man received the power of feedback, and said disapprerovitically: "It's ten grades, ten grades." ”

In fact, he could only measure ten grades.

Next, I saw the big man roll up his sleeves, revealing two bare arms, and pinched the bones from Chen Yuanyuan's feet, for a while, Chen Yuanyuan only felt as if there was an iron pliers trying to crush his bones, and Chen Yuanyuan, who was in pain, immediately saw sweat on his face.

The big man didn't raise his head, but the more he pinched, the more excited he became, and he muttered: "Little baby, you still scream, scream hard, scream loudly...... It's one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. ”

"Faggot old pervert!" Chen Yuanyuan endured the pain, his eyes were black, and he was about to faint, Chen Yuanyuan felt that he couldn't help himself if he didn't complain.

Zhang Wenli looked at the big man's crazy appearance, and couldn't help reminding: "Be light, don't kill it." “

The big man ignored it, and directly touched Chen Yuanyuan's face, and there was a terrifying "click" sound.

Finally touched the bones, Chen Yuanyuan felt as if a century had passed, and he almost couldn't get through, as soon as the big man let go, Chen Yuanyuan finally couldn't stand up, and collapsed softly.

Dahan didn't look like he wanted to help him up, and neither did Zhang Wenli.

Zhang Wenli asked the big man, how are the bones?

The big man looked up to the sky and said: "This little baby's bones are like an abyss like a prison, very deep, and it is most suitable for practicing the Chengtian view or the self-cultivation and self-cultivation in which Taoist holy land, and the kung fu of the gods and gods, as long as you can calm down and have been on it for forty or fifty years, the four grades are not a problem." “

Saying this, he took out a knife out of nowhere, squatted down with a sneer, and cut Chen Yuanyuan's fingers.

Chen Yuanyuan couldn't even make a move to resist.

Even if it can be done, Chen Yuanyuan will not do it, although it looks like the crazy man is unreliable, but Zhang Wenli is reliable, Chen Yuanyuan believes that Zhang Wenli will not be okay to pit himself.

Scratched his fingers, I don't know what the crazy man was tinkering with, the mouth didn't condense, the big man put the broken bowl he drank water under Chen Yuanyuan's hand, and watched the blood drip down drop by drop.

Then, in this way, I saw the string of prayer beads that Chen Yuanyuan was carrying.

Chen Yuanyuan only felt a strong neckline, and he was involuntarily pulled up, only to see the big man face to face with himself, and said in a negative manner: "Where did the string of rosaries in your hand come from?"

Chen Yuanyuan couldn't even roll his eyes, so he had to answer honestly: "A master gave it to me." “

"Master!!" The big man suddenly roared, "Do you mean a thin monk with a mustache and a cyan monk's robe that has not changed for thousands of years, and looks like a bald donkey with a divine stick?"

Chen Yuanyuan actually wanted to say that the scope of what you described was so large, how could I be sure? But seeing the crazy appearance of the big man, he decided not to deny it, so he had to nod and say yes.

The big man slammed and threw Chen Yuanyuan on the ground like a bag, and Zhang Wenli, who was watching it, had a back ache and quietly moved his back.

I saw that the big man kept running around the house, forming a burst of afterimages, and the wind brought up the scarf on Zhang Wenli's head.

Then he suddenly stopped, and roared at Chen Yuanyuan: "What did that old bald donkey tell you? You tell me carefully, if there is a word missing, I will chop and chop you into dumpling filling." ”

Chen Yuanyuan, who listened, felt a chill.

However, Chen Yuanyuan, in line with the attitude of a hero who does not suffer immediate losses, immediately said all the words that the monk saw him that day.

When he heard the sentence "You are related to my Buddha," the big man's eyes widened, and he made a voice of unknown meaning with "hehehe" in his mouth.

I saw that the big man picked up the bowl under Chen Yuanyuan's hand, no longer looked at Chen Yuanyuan, put the small bowl of blood on the table, took out a piece of yellow rune paper from his sleeve, dipped the blood in the bowl in his hand, shook his head, and chattered like a Beatle who had been electrified, and began to shake it around.

Zhang Wenli watched intently and walked behind the big man.

The big man drew a lot of channels of unknown meaning on the yellow rune paper, which is amazing, the big man did not have much blood on his fingers, and he could only leave a finger mark on the paper, but for some reason, the blood stained at one time could be drawn into a straight line.

The big man finally finished painting, looking at its color, he also felt tired, and I saw that the big man looked like a magician, holding the rune paper, waving his hand, hey, spontaneously combusted.

Then he threw the burning paper in his broken bowl, mixed with blood, and pointed to the bottom of his feet.

Zhang Wenli understood, took out a broken mud jar from under it, poured out the water, poured it into the bowl, took it and handed it to Chen Yuanyuan's mouth.

Chen Yuanyuan's eyes were a little dull.

Is this what you want me to drink this?

Zhang Wenli's eyes included this answer.

You have to drink.

I saw Zhang Wen pinching Chen Yuanyuan's nose with his hand, and poured the bowl of water mixed with I don't know how many things into Chen Yuanyuan's mouth very smoothly, coughing so much that Chen Yuanyuan almost rolled his eyes and fainted.

After finishing the matter, Zhang Wenli also clapped his hands and put the bowl aside.

But Chen Yuanyuan couldn't care about looking at Zhang Wenli's movements anymore, he only felt that the blood-water mixture was like magma, burning his esophagus, and then directly into his stomach, making his whole body start to burn.

It's just that the burning feeling slowly began to fade, and Chen Yuanyuan's gaze slowly began to dilute, and his pupils were a little dilated.

The big man walked to Chen Yuanyuan's side with difficulty, as if he had run a marathon, and he couldn't breathe. Opened Chen Yuanyuan's eyelids and said with satisfaction: "Okay, I guess it's reliable." “

Chen Yuanyuan didn't know any of this.

All he knew was that he was slowly sinking into a bottomless black pool.

Everything is out of sight, the world is quiet.

Thoughts don't know when they're slowly disappearing.

Silence.

Chen Yuanyuan is sinking, sinking, sinking.

It never stops.

Heavy, heavy, heavy.

The scenery around is always the same.

But Chen Yuanyuan's belly was warm, which kept the fire in his heart unquenchable, so that he would not lose himself.