Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 127 Old Occupation, The Way of Internal Strength

When the brilliance of the sun gradually dimmed, and the light of the rising moon could only illuminate the courtyard weakly.

Fan Poor, lying in the firewood gate, was immersed in a trance, his upper body was leaning against the woodpile, and he couldn't move his whole body. Only his eyelids were gradually opened with difficulty in the dry sweat.

His injuries were serious.

The wound on his shoulder, the blood loss and the torment of internal injuries made him feel as weak as a paper man just erected.

Fortunately, those people didn't seem to have the idea of ​​directly killing him. Although the closed acupoints imprisoned his movements, he also curbed the blood loss again. The foundation of a first-class master allowed him to maintain this extreme weakness. It will never be in a directly life-threatening state.

"I am the only survivor in their hands now. Since they didn't kill me directly, the next step is to find a way to transfer me to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, but in the process, someone will definitely come to save me..."

Fan Poor thought silently in his heart.

After all, the weight of a first-class expert cannot be compared with those of the mediocre peripheral disciples.

Huo Luo Dao 24 Dharma protectors, although they are all first-class masters, in fact, after entering the Central Plains, several Dharma protectors, and even one honor envoy was lost. Their positions have been vacant for several years, and they have not been able to be selected from the teaching People will make up for it.

It wasn't until Qiu Ruzui joined Huoluo Dao, fighting all the way to the position of Dongfang Venerable Envoy, and recruited many talents into the teaching, until recently, all the vacancies of the 24 Dharma protectors were filled.

And even if one arm is broken, Fan Piao still has the feeling of being a first-class master. As long as he takes a good rest and recuperates, he can recover to [-]% of his heyday.

Huo Luo Dao will not give up a Dharma protector so easily, of course, the premise is to keep the internal secrets of Huo Luo Dao.

Whether it's from sensibility or rationality, Fan Poor firmly believes that only after he has the confidence to protect his life can he have the energy to think about other things.

Think about the enjoyment I had in the past, think about those delicacies, silks, treasures for people to enjoy, beauties who are extravagantly served, the pleasure of wanton plundering, think about those enemies who were defeated and deliberately humiliated by me. .

Those memories can make Fan Poor feel more relaxed.

He also thought of the person who defeated him repeatedly, but as soon as that face appeared in his mind, he forced himself not to continue thinking about it.

Guan Luoyang's existence only reminded him of pain and anger. If he looked forward to the future now, hoping that he would come back after being rescued and take revenge, that would be a bit self-deceiving and ridiculous.

Fan Poor doesn't want to suffer, nor does he want to make himself a ridiculous person. Whether it's the former or the latter, they are all like pawns in the arena. They don't live long, and they can't let themselves have this tendency.

What will happen after being rescued, let's wait until after being rescued, let the facts prove it.

Fan Poor, who was slowly remembering, heard a small sound.

He glanced over involuntarily. A mouse came out of the woodpile on the right quickly, as if sensing the presence of someone here. It stopped halfway and turned its head. Then, as if frightened, it moved towards the door at a faster speed. Jumped over.

The Taoist temple is poor, and the door of the woodshed is actually a few boards put together, with a gap visible to the naked eye in the middle, and there is a distance of about one knuckle between the lower edge of the door board and the threshold.

The dirty gray mouse easily got out of there.

Fan pitifully hated him so much that he couldn't help but think: I actually let Lao Tzu stay with the mouse...

Before he could figure out why he hated it, the gap under the door panel was covered with a small piece of pale color.

It seemed that something white was pushing towards the gap from the outside. After squeezing several times, it hit the threshold.

Is it the mouse?Was it something bitten by that mouse?

pat!

Two fingers hooked on the threshold.

The weak Fan Poor's perceptual ability was greatly reduced, and he didn't realize what it was at first. When he saw the two fingers at first, his heart trembled slightly, but he quickly reacted and was furious.

"That's my hand! That dead mouse dared to bite my hand..."

Cracking, out of anger, he bit off half of his back molar, and held the blood in his mouth, waiting for the gray-haired mouse to come in again, he was going to spit out the half of the tooth, and put it in his mouth. its killed.

Even if the acupoints are sealed, there is only a little weak breath left, which is not a fart for people in the martial arts, but it is more than enough to kill a mouse.

Fan pitifully looked at the short, fat and pale palm, which squeezed in through the crack of the door, followed by the wrist, and the whole arm wanted to squeeze in through the crack of the door.

That mouse is really greedy, and its strength is really great, I'm afraid it's not just one mouse, it should take several mice together to hit the crack of the door time and time again with this arm on its back.

The chaimen rattled when it was knocked, and the pale palm that had been inserted into the door swayed again and again, and the five fingers moved wildly.

Ok? !

Fan Poor suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why didn't the fingers seem to be shaking weakly, but it seemed that the fingers were grabbing the ground vigorously, and several fingers moved forward in turn, so that the wrist and broken arm behind squeezed the crack of the door again and again, wanting to slam into it ? !
what happened! ?
A small piece of the door panel with a few small wormholes was knocked off, pale fingers ran quickly, and a whole broken arm broke in.

The cold wind at night chased the broken arm through the door opening and blew into the room, Fan's pitiful face suddenly turned pale.

He saw his arm running around on the ground like a headless mouse. On the dirty ground, the severed arm left traces of friction.

The Adam's apple slipped, and Fan Poor unconsciously swallowed the blood in his mouth and the broken tooth, laughing out loud.

"True, true energy control, or illusion, I want to use this method..."

The dry words stopped abruptly.

That pale finger crawled onto Fan Poor's body, from the calf to the knee, and every time the finger touched, there was a slight feeling, transmitted through the fabric.

The palm climbed up from the right crotch to the lower abdomen, grasping the circles of fat piled up in the abdomen, and the broken arm was also attached to it, moving, accompanied by the coldness of a dead body.

Fan Poor felt that the thing crawled to the wound on his right shoulder, and even raised a finger to tap the wound.

Except for his eyes and mouth, he couldn't move his whole body, and he couldn't even turn his neck. He could only make half-guesses based on his feelings and the incomplete scene in front of him.

The cold wind blew through the door opening, the palm crawled around the wound a few times, the broken arm touched Fan Poor's neck and chin, and fell down again.

Fan Poor's pupils shrank suddenly, and the breath in his nose was held.

This was originally a part of himself, but this time it brought an unparalleled sense of foreign body.

That finger kept moving around the wound, even trying to get in...Drill!Drilled in! ! !
Fan Ke's entire hair was arched, if not for the crown of hair, every hair would probably jump up.

He couldn't figure out how the thing got in, but he really felt something went in.

The cold feeling is divided into five, six, or many roots, swimming under the skin like nematodes.

"Ho ho ho..."

Fan's poor senses were overwhelmed by panic and a strange sense of emptiness, time became dull, and there was a strange sound of short airflow in his throat.

"Help, help!"

He didn't know how long he had spent, but he seemed to have seen countless strange hallucinations.

A smiling face opened on the palm of the broken arm?The dry hand bones wrapped in a sleeve fell off?The flesh and blood on the bones turned into gray cocoons?Is there something wriggling inside the dense cocoon?
It's about to break open, it's about to grow out.

"Get out! Get out, help, someone here?"

separated by a wall.

Inside the yard.

Guan Luoyang looked at Anfeiyu, and Anfeiyu looked into the chaimen through the crack of the door. He was still several meters away from the door.

"What... did you do?"

"A little trick." Anfeiyu said, "Inspired from the images of the enemy team, plus a little bit of my own ideas, um, a little bit."

He pinched the thumb of the index finger of his right hand, indicating that the index finger should be a little longer.

"A broken arm is also considered an inanimate body. After I learned the method of mind and mind, I can temporarily activate it. The effect of this activation is very weak, and it cannot be used for fighting at all. However, people always have a little bit of a part of their body. Special feeling, with this as a medium, you can make some articles."

Guan Luoyang didn't know what to say: "Then if you ask him something now, he will say it?"

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning."

Anfeiyu showed a confident expression, and said, "According to your lessons learned and what Chen Shouzheng said, it is not so easy to deal with first-class experts here. Although the strength of psychology and spirit may not be directly linked, but only now At this level, it is not enough to defeat him..."

He stroked his beard, with a subtle look of anticipation on his face, "In fact, generally speaking, with similar experience and similar strength, the psychological endurance of villains is actually weaker. After all, insisting on justice and kindness is comparable to indulging desires. It's much harder to do evil."

"We should be thankful that this person happens to be that kind of heinous bastard, but he hasn't reached the level of insanity that even twists the three views. Hehehe, I have arranged several scenes for these plots. I don't know him. How long can it last?"

Guan Luoyang's expression became strange, he glanced inside the chaimen, and said in a low voice: "May I ask, what did you do before?"

The smile on Anfeiyu's face faded a little: "Oh, a third-rate horror film director."

Guan Luoyang didn't quite believe it: "Your business level is still third-rate, or is it that the film and television industry in your hometown is so developed?"

"Probably because the first half of my horror film is particularly scary, but in the end there must be a hero who will overcome the horror."

Anfeiyu touched his earphones with his fingers, and said softly, "And I don't like the kind of hero that has a foreshadowing. Heroes are just like miracles. They have to fall from the sky at the last moment, and it's better to explode everything beyond all expectations. "

Guan Luoyang was speechless for a moment.

Horror movies are stuffed with superheroes, but you don’t like foreshadowing, so you will attack whoever you don’t.

"Perhaps, um, it would have been better if you had been a feature director?"

Anfeiyu turned his head to look over, and held Guan Luoyang's hand in surprise: "My dear friend, I only figured it out after ten years in the horror film industry, but unfortunately, when I switched to special photography in the first year, I became a reincarnation. "

"That's such a pity. Well, you can continue the interrogation here. I'll go to their place to have a look."

Guan Luoyang didn't want to get entangled in this topic any longer, so he replied quickly and went into the bedroom.

There are still a few bamboo mats on the floor in the bedroom.

Gu Lanxiang was sitting on one of the mats, holding a wine gourd in her hand, watching the little Taoist exhale and practice.

The little Taoist Xia Qing was on his own mat, with his heart turned to the sky, his palms slowly retracted from the top of his head, and he picked up the white jade bracelet in front of him - the Jade Snow Dragon Ring.

According to Chen Shouzheng, although the Heavenly Secret Jade Mirror and the Jade Snow Dragon Ring were made by different masters a long time ago, they belong to the same type of treasure, and the methods of use should be similar.

The Heavenly Secret Jade Mirror needs the mental method of the Lushan school, infusing true energy into it at a specific time every day, so that the magic function can be activated and the effect can be maintained.

Jade Snow Dragon Ring should need the mentality of the Glacier School to do this kind of thing.

Due to the different attributes and orientations of the inner skills of various schools and schools in the world, there will be some specific moments that are particularly active during the daily practice process.

The pure tendency to be active has little effect on combat power, but if you practice at these specific times, it will be easier to improve.

For example, Taishan Beidou, the famous Laojun Mountain and Shaolin Temple, one of the most famous martial arts in the world, have a long history, but they only flourished in the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, and the heyday has continued to this day.

Because of the great fame and many disciples of the two schools of martial arts, it is inevitable that some irrelevant characteristics have been leaked. Laojunshan's introductory mentality is most active at the time of Chen and You, while the Shaolin school is most active at the time of Zi and Noon. .

When should the Jade Snow Dragon Ring infuse true energy, the choice of this time should also coincide with the characteristics of the Glacier School's mental method.

Poor Snow Sweeping Taoist Temple's "Four Great Disciples", in fact, only one of them practices the mental method of the Glacier School.

This important task had to be handed over to the little Taoist priest to try.

With the infusion of the glacier's true energy, a layer of chill spread from the little Taoist priest's body to the surroundings, and soon gathered up again, as if absorbed by the jade snow dragon ring.

The quality of the jade is excellent, but the jade snow dragon ring, which is poorly carved, is currently shining slightly.

Guan Luoyang's communication jade card was in his arms, and he trembled slightly at this moment, he took it out to check, it was a message from Gu Lanxiang.

"I took a look at the three cheat books, and there is a book on inner strength and mental methods. According to the above, the inner strength of the Glacier sect is the most pure and upright and easy to cultivate for three quarters of an hour a day. If he needs to infuse true energy, it may last for that long."

"Those three cheat books are not compatible with me, and may be useful to you."

Guan Luoyang nodded to Gu Lanxiang, walked to his mat, folded the quilt to the top, and sat on it to look through the cheat books.

These three cheat books are "Flying Snow and White Rainbow Thirteen Hands", "Qianzhi Qionghua Sword" and "Bingchuan Xinfa".

The first book is about the technique of sending and receiving hidden weapons, which can also be used as a palm technique, which is quite strange, but it mainly explains a kind of hidden weapon, which seems to require a special craftsman to make.

The second is swordsmanship, the sword moves are mixed with the other hand's finger pinching technique, but he is a self-proclaimed first-class acupuncturist.

From Guan Luoyang's point of view, the potential of these two kung fu books is far inferior to that of Baijiashengquan, but the acupuncture point is something he has never dabbled in before, so it is worth pondering carefully.

After carefully memorizing the acupuncture points, he opened the Glacier Mind Method.

"Inhalation and guidance, transfer of internal qi, first cultivate the sense of qi, and then practice the true qi... until walking, sitting and lying down, all the time, without thinking or unintentionally, the true qi circulates endlessly and grows naturally..."

Just after reading this general outline, Guan Luoyang's expression, which he didn't pay much attention to at first, became serious.

(End of this chapter)