Jing Si put down the candle, and then turned out the master's belongings one by one, and when she finally found a book, she stopped what she was doing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw her holding this ancient book and pondering for a long time, and finally fell to her knees again, chanting something in her mouth. With that, Jing Si got up and sat down in front of the lamp, and began to read it carefully. After about half an hour, Jing Si had read the whole book through when she saw her get up and take a thin barbed thread and compare it back and forth.

As soon as Jing Si danced the thin line in his hand, the room suddenly became noisy: the sound of sharp weapons accompanied by the cold glow of silver needles roared, like thousands of raindrops pouring into it quickly, but it was dazzling to watch. Meditation continued to be exerted according to the records of ancient books, and this thin thread full of needles became more and more powerful like a mad Jiao, majestic and majestic, so thin that it was omnipresent, but where the heart was fingered, these countless silver needles would hit in exactly one direction, which was simply incomparable.

The more Jing Si practiced, the more she felt that this kung fu was so treacherous that if it weren't for her compassion for the belongings of her master's belongings, she was afraid that the house would be torn apart one by one. Since it was no longer possible to play to the fullest in the house, he came to the open space in the back hall to play, and in an instant, countless silver and white lights shone in the sky. These points of light are caused by the refraction of the moonlight by the silver needles, sometimes connected into a line like a silver snake swimming, sometimes gathered together as a basalt to hold on, sometimes scattered in the sky like fireworks, sometimes stretched horizontally and vertically like thousands of raindrops, it is simply a myriad of weather.

With a burst of screeching sounds, the practice of meditation slowly stopped, and as far as the eye could see, the huge open space in the back hall had already become unrecognizable: the trees that cracked one by one, the collapsed eaves, the rubble that fell to the ground, and the large bluestone that had been pierced a thousand times......

All this made Jing Si a little incredible, but the prospect of the foresight was inexplicably exciting to her.

"My Cihang Nunnery has such miraculous skills but doesn't use them, no wonder they will be slaughtered at will. Master, Master, why did you hide it in the first place, otherwise why would we have fallen into today's field?"

It turns out that the thin thorny thread that Jing Si took was the item used by Gumei Shitai when he performed the Silver Needle Crossing Kung Fu, and the practice of Jing Si was the original appearance of the Silver Needle Crossing Skill - the Netherworld Ghost Suo Dafa. In fact, the skill of the silver needle crossing the acupoint is only a section of the Dafa of the Netherworld Ghost Suo, but Gumei Shi Taihua is used to save people, and Jing Si is played out as it is. Maybe it's because it's too powerful, or maybe it's because the Buddhists don't want to see killing, this Netherworld Ghost Suo Dafa has been hidden by Gumei Shitai and doesn't allow anyone to cultivate. Jing Si once met by chance, but was punished by Gu Mei Shi Tai into the back mountain confinement for a month, and it was also during this period that Gu Mei Shi Tai mentioned the situation of this martial art to Jing Si. Although Gumei Shitai said that he focused on the violence and evil of the Netherworld Ghost Suo Dafa, and asked Jing Si to swear never to divulge or steal any of it, he let Jing Si know that Cihang Nunnery still has such an extremely superior martial art.

Jing Si did follow the teachings of Gumei Shitai, and over time he even forgot that there was such a thing, if it weren't for the grief and helplessness of Cihang Nunnery being baptized in blood later, if it wasn't for the fact that Yuan Zongliang rescued him, he also had other plans, otherwise Jing Si would never have hit this idea. But there is no way to do it, because Jing Si finally understands the nature of the jungle in the rivers and lakes, and also understands the fact that everything depends on himself.

So during the time of recuperating from his injuries in the Sword Worship Villa, he pondered this matter repeatedly, either to keep his promise to the master and become a useless waster, or to take the oath to cultivate the Netherworld Ghost Suo Dafa and hate his fellow disciples. At this point, anyone would choose the latter, because there is no point in continuing to keep their promises.

But Jing Si didn't want the master to hold too much grudge, so he burned the Netherworld Ghost Suo Dafa that he was already familiar with.

"No one will practice this martial art in the future, no matter how much the master hates, he only hates Jing Si alone. Jing Si said silently.

Maybe it was because the previous cultivation was too intense, and when Jing Si calmed down, she felt a tingling pain all over her body, and when she looked down, she realized that she was covered in blood. These were all caused by the collision with the rocks when he almost fell off the cliff before, and now the qi and blood have skyrocketed, and the slightly condensed wounds have been torn apart. With a stinging pain all over his body, Jing Si went back to his room to clean his wounds.

The moon fell on the West Mountain, it was clear that it was late at night, she was thinking quietly but had no intention of falling asleep, what she thought in her heart was nothing more than to be able to kill Sima Chongcheng and others to avenge Cihang Nunnery. But Jing Si also knew that Sima Chongcheng was not only outnumbered, but also outstanding in martial arts, on the contrary, he was alone, and he was missing an arm, if he didn't practice hard, how could he get revenge?

Thinking like this, Jing Si got up again and went to the open space in front of the hospital to rehearse repeatedly.

The Ghost Ghost Suo Dafa's mental tricks are unique, which is very different from ordinary martial arts, but the qi and blood are reversed and repeatedly declined, which is really not suitable for long-term repeated practice. Jing Si didn't know this, but instead cultivated more and more, and after half an hour, she felt that her qi pulse was not smooth.

Jing Si didn't care so much, she still forcibly continued, and after beating again, she was already depressed in her chest. Jing Si only said that he had been recuperating from his injuries for too long, his internal strength was unfamiliar, and he kept saying that the enemy was not an ordinary character, but he was unwilling to stop at all.

The next time, Jing Si was only halfway through the fight, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, so he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Jing Si looked at the blood stains on the ground in surprise, and then he faintly felt that his limbs were numb, and the true qi in his body began to reverse and churn.

Jing Si knew that this was a taboo in martial arts, so he stopped practicing, but the qi veins in Jing Si's body did not stop there, but instead intensified the string jumping. Once the blood and qi swelled, they surged in all directions, but all the old wounds were forcibly squeezed through, and the wounds on the broken arms were even more bloody.

Jing Si was so nervous that she could only rush back to the house to look for medicine, but when she reached the inner hall, she could no longer move her feet. Jing Si knew that this was a sign that the blood qi was alienating her feet and began to concentrate on attacking her heart, but she was terrified. She had already lost an arm, and she couldn't afford to lose both feet anyway.

The blood of meditation surged wildly to his heart, and his heart was as painful as if he had been cut by a thousand knives, and if he continued, he was afraid that he would die on the spot. Jing Si suddenly remembered the situation when the master used the silver needle to save people by crossing the acupoint, so he sat on the spot in front of the Buddha statue and took off his clothes, and then manipulated the silver needle with one hand to block the key points respectively, and finally changed the fingering method according to the key points of the heart method in this chapter. Strange to say, after meditating on such an action, the torrent in the body immediately subsided, the true qi slowly condensed and retracted, and the legs gradually became conscious.

Jing Si was greatly pleased, so he did it repeatedly, and the bleeding from the wound quickly stopped, and the internal injuries that had been painful were secretly healed completely. If the silver needle is used to kill people, it is just a squander, and it costs nothing, but if it is used to save people, then the position of a needle and a thread is supported by internal force, and it is really not possible to use it for a long time, and the internal force is as strong as Gumei Shitai, and it is inevitable to be exhausted after saving people, but not to mention the meditation at this moment.