I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 59 Trying
The falling black beads hit Wen Yue's thigh.

He was so stunned that he was smashed.

Quickly pick it up and have a look.

The beads are round and deep like cold jade, the size of an egg.

With excitement in his arms, Wen Yue swallowed and spit slightly tremblingly.

"real!"

The voice suddenly became high-pitched.

As said in the letter to Baihu, a black bead appeared after the input of internal energy.

If everything Mixin said was true, then he would have a chance to heal his broken leg injured by the ghost by relying on the scriptures and cutting marrow of stepping into the realm of immortal master.

The opportunity to change your life is at hand.

How could he not be moved by it?

Maybe the black pill in his hand is his future destiny.

"If it's true, you can pay as much as you want."

Wen Yue gritted his teeth and swore.

He picked up the secret letter again, which recorded in detail the method of swallowing the beads, as well as some precautions, which can greatly prevent him from taking detours.

And clearly told Wen Yue the risk of swallowing this pill.

The risks are great.

After being excited, Wen Yue's complexion has gradually stabilized.

His eyes didn't flinch in the slightest, they were extremely firm.

It is better to fight hard than to lie here and die.

If you succeed, you will succeed, and if you fail, you will not leave regrets for yourself.

"On the ninth day of the lunar new year, light the kang."

Chu Jiu hurriedly checked Wen Yue's pulse. Could it be that my young master is already confused because of the serious injury?
In this season, if the kang is lit, won't it suffocate people to death?
"Young master, are you confused? Wouldn't it be necessary to steam people by lighting the kang this day?"

"Listen to me, burn the kang."

"I still have to practice. Without my permission, no one can come in."

Chu Jiu wanted to continue talking, but seeing Wen Yue's unshakable eyes, he didn't persuade him much.

Now that Wen Yue has already made up his mind, he will execute it.

When my son can't stand it anymore, he will naturally stop.

In fact, he no longer felt that there was any chance of recovery.

This is not an ordinary injury, but the result of sneakiness.

Even the immortal master in the worship building can't cure it, no matter how well he recovers, he will become crippled.

There has never been a lame Hou Ye in the world.

The Hou's mansion lost a second wife, and might adopt a healthy and good-looking man from the clan to become the eldest son.

It fully demonstrated that no one is important in this world, even if it is his own son, the old Hou Ye can only save Wen Yuegou's life, without the treatment he once had.

So for Wen Yue, the ninth day of the ninth day is as good as it can be.

It's just that the tea in the Hou Mansion is getting cold before people leave.

If he hadn't made a big fuss with Baihu, Shizi would still be struggling in the dilapidated hut in the backyard.

The smoke was smoldering, and Chu Jiu finally lit the fire.

The steaming heat is particularly conspicuous in this weather.

The ground heating and kang work together.

Wen Yue intuitively felt that the temperature in the bedroom was increasing rapidly.

He endured the pain and sat cross-legged.

The wound broke free, and traces of blood soaked the legs of the white underwear.

Tu Shanjun saw it clearly, Wen Yue was indeed a man, the veins on his forehead were throbbing despite the pain, yet he was able to start performing exercises like no one else, to ease breathing, and adjust the direction of internal energy in the meridians.

"If you can't bear even this bit of pain, what a big deal it will be."

Although I appreciate it, but for Tu Shanjun, Wen Yue didn't even take the first step, so we have to wait and see.

Yin soul pill enters the abdomen.

The huge spiritual energy contained in it immediately turned into a cold current and rushed towards the limbs and bones, even the wound that had been pulled away was covered with a thin layer of light frost.

"call!"

The cold air was exhaled, directly dissipating the surrounding heat.

Hedging against heat and cold, while stalemate, it also maintains Wen Yue's body temperature, so as not to freeze his body in this cold.

It takes time for Qi practitioners to digest Yinhun Pills. If they take it many times in a row, they will also be eroded by evil spirits, let alone ordinary people without mana.

Inner qi does have the nature of mana, but inner qi is inner qi, and warriors are not qi trainers.

As a second-rate bone-forging master, Xiang Hu almost died when he swallowed the Yinhun Pill for the first time.

Wen Yue's face was then shrouded in frost, and a light blue streamer swam under his skin.

Chu Jiu stood guard at the door, waiting for Wen Yue's call.

Half an hour has passed, the kang and ground heat are still burning, but there is no sound of Wen Yue's call from inside the house.

Another hour passed.

Chu Jiu was already anxious. There was no news for such a long time, which inevitably made him think wildly. If something went wrong, he would not be able to run away.

With a worried look on his face, he didn't dare to push the door in rashly.

It would be a great injustice if the son's important matter was ruined.

He could only pace back and forth in front of the courtyard like ants on a hot pot, and prayed that it would be best not to have anyone come to the Young Master at such a critical moment because of something.

I don't know if prayers helped, or the Hou Mansion itself was in a haze, and no one came to burn this cold stove.

So very quiet from afternoon to night.

This made Chu Jiu, who was guarding the door, a little slack, but also felt a gap.

It was not until the moon was on the treetops that there was any movement in the room.

Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, he walked in quickly, seeing the young master sitting cross-legged, Chu Jiu was shocked, and hurried over to help: "Young master, be careful to open the wound."

As he spoke, he checked the injury on his leg.

The legs of the trousers of the white underwear had been mixed with blood, not to mention the wound burst open, the whole piece seemed to be frozen hard.

He took a basin of hot water, moistened and softened the trouser legs little by little, and finally cut off the whole piece with scissors.

Only then did Tu Shanjun see Wen Yue's leg injury.

It was clearly bitten by something, and the two large holes above could still be seen.

Don't even think about it, the calf bone is broken.

This penetrating injury is still on the leg bone, and it will undoubtedly leave a permanent disability on an ordinary person.

There is still a long-lasting evil spirit beside the holes on both sides.

The medicine was changed, bandaged again, and then fixed with bamboo boards.

Wen Yue's tense mind relaxed, and he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Just now, he supported his body with all his strength.

Now I can finally have a good rest.

Fortunately, the reward was great, the inner qi in the dantian was thickened by [-]%, and this one black danzhu was worth his two or three years of hard work.

It is simply a rare treasure in the world.

The so-called secret medicine of the inner family, the ten-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotus, only increases the inner energy for a few months.

This one black danzhu is worth several ten-year-old Tianshan snow lotus.

And Wen Yue could feel that he had wasted a lot of spiritual energy, if he absorbed all of it, he could go to a higher level.

This is also something that can't be helped, his basic strength is there, and there is no way to completely absorb the black pill.

Xiang Hu's letter didn't explain where the pill came from, but just told him that he could get it as long as he channeled his inner energy into the soul streamer, and basically he could get one every day.

This is also a normal absorption of weight, if too much, harmful and not beneficial.

Regardless of whether he can heal his leg in the end, Wen Yue finally saw a way to continue to become stronger.

After forging the bones, refining the viscera, and after that, returning to the innate master the day after tomorrow.

Even if he is a lame master, he is still a master.

Wen Yue fell asleep drowsily with uneasiness but with a little peace of mind amidst the chaos.

The soul banner and the dagger under his pillow were pressed together.

(End of this chapter)