I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 44 Cultivation
The old man walked out of the Hou Mansion in a daze.

Black sky and silver moon, a vast expanse.

On the dark branches, there are old crows squinting and sleepy.

Walking under the tree to the old man, he woke up the crows in the treetops.

It also woke up the old man.

He didn't quite remember what he said to Shizi, and he forgot what Shizi had to say.

It seems that something has been said, but it seems that nothing has been said.

Even if he said it, he didn't remember it.

There is nothing else to ask for, and there is still only one thought in my heart, revenge.

Unfortunately, Xue Yi blocked him.

After leaving to the old man.

Xue Yi pondered: "Although he has broken through the refining realm and became a first-class master, his aura is very strange."

"And, recently killed someone."

"The murderous aura has not dissipated."

"Entering the Marquis' Mansion is definitely not to see the prince."

"This person carries a murderous intent."

First-class masters in the realm of viscera refining are already rare in the world.

The inner qi has undergone a qualitative change, and it is closer to the mana, and the pursuit and perception of the breath are very incomparable.

After some testing.

Of course Xue Yi understood that the old man did not come here for his son.

But since it wasn't for killing the crown prince, it was for killing other people in the Marquis Mansion.

To be able to be worthy of a top-notch expert to do it himself is by no means a young man in the Hou's mansion.

It's just that Xue Yi didn't expose this matter because the old man stepped into the dirt refining realm,

There are many things that a master of refining dirt can do, it would be a pity if he was beheaded here.

It's better to win over and become the capital for Shizi's recovery.

Many things need to be prepared for a rainy day.

Wen Yue sighed: "His eyes are full of hatred, how could I not see it."

"Something must have happened."

"On the ninth day of the lunar new year, ask someone to go to Baihu's house to see what's going on."

"I'll go tomorrow."

The attendant on the ninth day of the month agreed.

Although the reason why the intelligence system in his hand was broken because of the fall of the prince is not easy to investigate at will.

However, Chu Jiu and Old Man Xiang are also acquaintances, and they also have contacts with the old man's brothers.

Although you can't ask the old man, it's the same to ask others.

Xue Yi used his inner energy to soothe Wen Yue's injured leg, with a dignified expression.

Bone is broken.

Even if they are connected back, they will eventually become long and short feet.

This kind of injury will definitely stay rooted, even the masters of viscera can't do anything about it.

The most important thing is that the injury has not improved at all.

Lord Hou would not allow a cripple to become Lord Hou.

To meet the emperor with a lame leg is a disgrace to the emperor.

Although it is a big or small crime.

If you are caught and persisted, you will become an opening to be attacked.

There is no precedent for a cripple to be an official in Daliang. Who would dare to risk disrespect and set a precedent?

A cripple, how can he be the deputy commander of the military and horse department, how can he command the Nanya Embroidery Guards, and the Qianhu Guards.

Wen Yue was also anxious and worried.

This is a matter of life and death.

He is lying here, no different from a useless person.

Every day I can only wait quietly to die.

This kind of pressure did not drive people crazy, which was enough to show that Wen Yue's mentality was strong.

But no matter how powerful a person is, he will be tortured by the brink of death.

One day, he will go crazy.

Everything he had before dissipated with the broken leg, and the people around him also left one by one.

This underestimation is unacceptable to ordinary people.

"Master Xue."

"Could it be that my leg really can't be cured?" Wen Yue suppressed his grief, his voice choked up.

"There is another way."

"Please take action from the immortal master in the enshrinement building."

"There may be a chance of a cure."

After another conversation, Xue Yi also got up and left.

The night sky is lonely.

Return home to the old man, and enter the internal energy into the Zunhun Banner.

Black beads fell out from the Zunhun banner.

Burn the kang and have a full meal.

Swallow the Yinhun Pill to the old man in one gulp.

Now that he is familiar with the road, with the cold spiritual energy entering his body, his internal energy has increased again.

According to this trend, it won't be long before you can return to your innate nature and enter the Qi training period.

Tu Shanjun didn't know if the old man had spiritual roots.

After memorizing Ming Linggong, the old man did not directly become a Qi practitioner, which means that even having spiritual roots is not good.

It's better to go all the way as a warrior.

They have already refined their viscera, and they will go one step further to innate.

Turning to practice Qigong can transform the inner energy into mana, and formally step into the door of practice.

With Yinhun Pill as an assistant, the progress will not be worse than others.

The Honored Soul Banner itself is a high-grade magic weapon, as long as there is a chance to hit it, it can kill the enemy by leaps and bounds.

After this incident, the idea of ​​revenge against the old man became stronger, but he no longer opened his eyes.

He needs strength.

As long as the inner energy is sent to the magic weapon, black beads can be obtained.

He will become stronger and even have a chance to glimpse the innate.

At that time, the world will be big, and he will be allowed to come and go.

"Grow up quickly, at least one level of Qi training."

Tu Shanjun inside the banner was talking to himself.

As long as the old man can step into Qi training, even if there is only one level, he can summon Tu Shanjun's evil ghost body.

Those secular enemies are nothing but ants, so why worry about them.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Tu Shanjun was particularly saddened to let Li Qingfeng's body be lost.

It's just that he can't help it.

There is no way.

Originally thought that it would fall into the hands of the worshiping immortal master, Li Qingfeng's body could be saved through the Qi practitioners inside.

At least buried in peace.

It's just a trick of good fortune, but because of some things, it was left in the hands of the old man.

After a long time, Tu Shanjun's eyebrows became a little more anxious.

The blue-faced grimace added a little ferocity, and the loose red hair trembled slightly, like an angry lion.

Don't rush and be patient!
Tu Shanjun remembered what Li Qingfeng often said.

He punches himself.

The demonic ape whistled in three ways, stirring up the ghosts and ghosts in the banner to run away, all of them hid far away.

The old man woke up from his dream again.

It has been four watch days, not far from the alternation of yin and yang in the early morning.

There are not so many particulars, with five hearts turned to the sky, and the low voice in the mouth recites Ming Linggong.

Although the exercise formulas are jerky and difficult scriptures, if you keep reciting them at a certain frequency, the oral pronunciation will start to vibrate along with the bones.

Muscles humming.

The body is coordinated and mobilized.

The formulas of the exercises clearly have an unknown charm, and can directly guide the body to exercise the exercises.

This is the magic of practicing exercises.

But the old man didn't realize the aura mentioned in the chapter of the exercises.

When I was practicing Tiger Roaring Strength in my early years, the scriptures were complex and had no sense of rhyme. Instead, I realized the sense of qi in the process of overcoming my strength, cultivated my inner qi, stepped into the realm of skin luck, and stepped into the threshold of a third-rate master in the rivers and lakes. .

It is obvious that the skills in his hands are miraculous, but he still has no sense of so-called magic power.

Since it is an immortal skill, it must not be that simple.

Think of it to the old man.

So he stopped thinking about it, but sent his inner energy to the magic weapon Xiaofan.

With this time, it is better to get two more black beads.

As the sun rises, light shines in through the windows.

It seems that there should be an hour.

It's time to be on duty again.

A jailer's job is boring, but prisoners die every day.There are countless prisoners in Nuo Da's prison.

The old man used the magic weapon in his hand to pick up living souls to replenish.

Business as usual.

In the evening, after work, I went straight to the old man's house.

The second yin and yang sympathy of the day cannot be missed.

Still not angry.

The old man was not disappointed.

"Dong dong."

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the old man opened his eyes and landed lightly.

It took two breaths to reach the gate of the courtyard.

Look out along the crack of the door.

The one standing outside the door is none other than the stone pillar
crunch.

The door opened, and the old man looked at the stone pillar with some doubts.

"Boss, I happened to be on duty, so I came to see you." Shi Zhu smiled, and lifted the jug and half-cage of wine and vegetables in his hand, which smelled like meat.

Just as the stone pillar was about to squeeze through the door, it moved forward toward the old man's feet, and pressed against the door panel, blocking the path of the stone pillar.

Although it is not considered closed door, but there is no intention to invite him to enter.

Shaking his head to the old man, he looked calmly: "Go back."

The voice is flat and filled with emotion.

"Boss, if you have something to tell your brother, you can carry it yourself, where can you carry it." Shi Zhu didn't leave, but became more anxious.

Feeling sad to the old man, his tense body finally let go: "That's all."

"come in."

Saying that, let go of the foot against the door panel.

Shi Zhu didn't think it was a big deal at first, but when he entered the inner hall, he was stunned, and the wine pot and food cage in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Lips quivered.

"How... how could this be so!"

With a cry, Shi Zhu fell to the ground with a plop.

(End of this chapter)