On the ninth day, it took an hour for Ling Junlai and his wife to make Luo Tianchu vomit dead blood, during which You Jingyao had been supported by the strength of the Nine Successes, and after the success, he was almost prostration, and Ling Junlai's forehead was also slightly sweaty. After letting Luo Tianchu rest, they returned to the room, and Ling Junlai pressed one palm on You Jingyao's lower abdomen, pouring a warm true qi into her dantian. You Jingyao perked up and said, "Your true qi also consumes a lot, don't store qi for me." Ling Jun came and said: "Don't speak, concentrate and be angry." You Jingyao had no choice but to follow what he said, and after a while, she was full of energy, her complexion was ruddy, and she said: "I have done my best today, but tomorrow I am afraid that it will be more difficult, I am worried that I will not be able to support it." Ling Junlai smiled and said, "Don't worry about me here." You Jingyao sighed: "I wanted to share your worries, but I became a burden to you, and now I am really useless." Ling Junlai hugged her into his arms and said softly: "If it weren't for you giving up many years of skill for me, now your martial arts are not inferior to mine, I can only be grateful to you." You Jingyao smiled and said: "Don't comfort people, even if I don't lose my skills, I can't compare to Chu Lai, let alone you." Her smile was so bright and beautiful that it was enough to shame Baihua. Ling Junlai said movingly: "You didn't say goodbye last time, and you left for five years, let me suffer from lovesickness, can you be guilty?" You Jingyao's beautiful eyes rippled, and she lowered her head and chuckled: "What about knowing the guilt, how do you want the slave family to make amends?" Ling Junlai smiled: "How about giving birth to a son for me again." You Jingyao's face turned red, and she said coquettishly: "you, what crazy things are you talking about in broad daylight." Ling Junlai smiled and said, "Then we'll discuss it in the evening." ”

On the tenth day, Luo Tianchu sealed himself and sat cross-legged. Ling Junlai and his wife were close to each other, and the internal force was slowly strengthened, Luo Tianchu immediately felt that his body was half hot and half cold, attacking and defending, and the blood in his chest was churning, slowly surging. An hour later, You Jingyao raised her skills to the tenth percent, and she frowned, gradually feeling overwhelmed. Ling Jun calculated that it would take an hour to force out the dead blood, You Jingyao was obviously difficult to persevere, and immediately withdrew a palm and pressed it on her arm, You Jingyao suddenly felt a masculine internal force coming from her, and the pressure was suddenly greatly reduced.

After another hour, Ling Junlai was secretly anxious, and in the end, this mouthful of dead blood was too difficult to force out, which was beyond his expectations. You Jingyao's internal force is intermittent, and it is difficult to hold on. When he opened his eyes, he saw that white smoke was curling above his beloved wife's head, and his skill had been burned to the limit, and if he continued like this, he would only run out of oil, so he hurriedly said, "Jing Yao withdraws." You Jingyao said uneasily: "Then what should you do?" Ling Junlai said without distinguishing: "Believe me! Withdraw!" You Jingyao gritted her teeth and had to slowly retract her strength. Ling Junlai's body moved abruptly, sitting on Luo Tianchu's side, his left palm remained still, and his right palm replaced You Jingyao against his chest, and one person was used as two people. There has never been anyone in the world who can force Ling Junlai's magic skills to the extreme, even if he is the first master of Tubo, Chu Laike, he only let him use nine successes, but at this time he used ten percent, only to see that his body was steaming with hot smoke in an instant, filling the Jingshe, like a thick fog, and it was difficult to see each other. Ling Junlai's hair was windless, and a faint red light appeared on the top of his head, and You Jingyao couldn't close her mouth in surprise. She only knew that her husband's martial arts were unfathomable, but she didn't know how high they were, and she didn't know them until today.

Luo Tianchu trembled all over, vomited blood continuously, and the last sip spit out was a white liquid, and the blood of the dead pulse was finally vomited away, and finally he couldn't bear Ling Junlai's amazing internal strength and fainted. Ling Junlai slowly retracted his work, and the mist retreated, and his eyebrows, hair, and clothes were all soaked, as if they were drenched in rain.

He got up and pushed open the window, just as a gust of mountain wind blew, with the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums in the mountains, he took a deep breath and smiled: "There is another master in the world." "No one can really understand this sentence, because no one understands the loneliness of 'being too cold in a high place'.

The next day, after Luo Tianchu woke up, he felt that his internal injuries were healed, and he wanted to disturb the castle master for a long time, so he left and returned to the hut of the military master's mansion. After half a month of recuperation, he was cured. When I meditated and practiced, I was really taken aback, only to feel that the true qi in the meridians was like a great river, and the internal strength had increased dramatically to a new level. The places where True Qi couldn't go before are now unimpeded, and the limbs and bones are even stronger and more powerful. In the distance, the whispers that could not be heard are now clear and audible. He didn't know that this was the miraculous effect of opening up the two veins of Ren Du, and it should be a blessing in disguise, and he practiced the magic skills by mistake, and he was overjoyed to practice the last twelve pages of the "Yijin Sutra", imitating strange postures, recalling the luck practice expressed in the picture. Lu Fei said that it would take at least five years to practice the Picture Sutra, Luo Tianchu had secretly practiced once, only to feel that his breath was sluggish and his body was suffocated, so he realized that what Lu Fei said was true, so he quickly stopped. Now when I practice, I feel that a stream of heat rises from the hundreds of bones in my limbs, and slowly flows down the meridian lines marked by the diagram, flowing for a week every hour, and the true qi also increases by one point. He didn't know that after opening the second vein of Rendu, the capacity of the meridian had expanded several times, and if it was a small stream before, it was now a big river.

A person's progress in the first few years of practicing internal skills is bound to be rapid, but with the limitations of the meridians, the slower the progress becomes, as if the river is full, and it can only be slowly expanded over time. Luo Tianchu's 'river' suddenly expanded several times, and every time he practiced, he had a point, and his progress was a thousand miles away. He stayed at home for ten days in a row, repeatedly cultivating the twelve pages of the Picture Sutra day and night, and a steady stream of true qi filled his 'river' and filled it with 'water', and the progress of his practice slowed down, but it was still much faster than ordinary people. His ten days of work are equivalent to other people's ten years, or even more. He was so fascinated that he spent another ten days cultivating the "Demon Suppression Sword Codex", from the fourth layer to the seventh layer of the realm of "Sword Qi Verticality". "Qinglong Wind Sword" is even more handy, and dozens of sword flowers burst out with a shake of the hand, like a hundred flowers blooming, and the peacock opens the screen. He could not hide the ecstasy in his heart, threw his long sword into the air, and let out a long howl, which soared into the sky, startling the birds in the forest. At this time, it was noon, Ling Jun came to the family to eat around the table, and was stunned when he heard the whistling, Ling Xue'er put down the dishes and chopsticks, and said strangely: "Isn't this the voice of Brother Xiaoluo, what's wrong with him?" Ling Junlai smiled slightly and said, "He's fine, but he's too happy." ”

Three months later, it snowed heavily in the wax moon, more than a few days, the jade dust was pervasive, the cold wind was like a knife, and the sky and the earth were covered with white smoke. The top and bottom of the Blood Knife Castle were beaming with joy and lights, all preparing for the New Year. All cities and villages are hung with red lanterns and New Year's picture couplets. Each village organized talented soldiers and arranged rap songs. After Luo Tianchu took over the Demon King Village, the cottage was reorganized, he divided 800 people into five battalions, and selected an experienced soldier from each battalion as the commander, and Dongguo Wendao was also recruited by him to the middle camp as the commander. In the training of soldiers, they did not follow the example of learning to train the soldiers to exhaustion, but in addition to daily drills, they lectured on the changes in formations, and the skills and taboos of forest warfare, mountain warfare, water warfare, encounter warfare, and guerrilla warfare. Every half a month, the soldiers were pulled to the bottom of the mountain for field training, and the weapons were replaced with wooden sticks, which were smeared with white ash, and every two battalions were in groups for exercises. Timed for an hour, the method of battle is not limited, sneak attack, lure the enemy, ambush, deceit, fire attack, flooding can be used, the white ash in the body is counted as death, and the victory or defeat depends on the final number of casualties. After the end, Luo Tianchu let the two losing sides watch from the sidelines, and he took the battalion that did not participate in the battle against the victorious two battalions, and he was able to defeat the strength of the two battalions with the strength of one battalion every time, fully demonstrating his extraordinary military talent, and the soldiers also respected him like a god. In addition, he also rectified military discipline and issued regulations, no matter how big or small, and everything was meticulous.

As soon as dusk Ling Xue'er came to play with him, the soldiers of the Demon King Village saw that the eldest lady was interested in the lord of Luozhai, and they all snickered and said nothing, discussing when the two would get married. Luo Tianchu also has a good impression of Ling Xue'er, but he is just a young curiosity, he doesn't know what love is, he just feels that he has a lot of fun with her, and he has no thoughts of men and women. He was bent on repaying the kindness of Ling Junlai, and he only had martial arts training in his mind, and he never slackened. Gongsun Mingyue was afraid that Luo Tianchu would be difficult to convince the public at first, but now he has no doubts, and the longer he goes, the more he is amazed by his military talent. Every time the messenger returned, he said that Luo Tianchu studied until the third watch, and never stopped. Gongsun Mingyue thought to himself that he must be very relieved to wait for the castle lord to come out of retreat.

When Luo Tianchu only told Zhu Yu about the sharp increase in his martial arts, when Zhu Yushi saw his martial arts, he was speechless, and sighed: "God really favors you, your martial arts should soon catch up with the four hall masters." Luo Tianchu said: "This is all thanks to the lord of the castle and his wife, otherwise how can I have such a blessed fate, it seems that God also wants me to repay their kindness." By the way, why didn't you come to me recently?" Zhu Yushi said: "I still don't bother you, the castle lord has a great kindness to us, you must work hard as the owner of the village, and fight for Brother Zhong." Luo Tianchu nodded yes.