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Chapter 67 The Power of Rules
Old brown bark, mottled with old scars and bumps.

There is a faint line of crooked handwriting, which looks like old traces on the bark, and you need to observe carefully to find it.

However, the handwriting written [-] or [-] years ago, carved with a pencil sharpener, is still there today.

Although this is unusual, it is not too outrageous.

The reason why Luo Xue was so nervous was because there was clearly an aura of rules in that line.

The power of a monk can be roughly divided into four types: technique, method, way, and rule.

Qi training and foundation building monks can only use superficial techniques to attack.Such as water archery, fireball, wooden stakes, fencing, invisibility and so on.

After advancing to Jindan, he began to comprehend the law, and what he used were all large-scale destructive methods.For example, the method of calling the wind and calling the rain, the method of burning the sky with fire, and so on.

Most of what the Nascent Soul cultivators cast is still Dharma, but the Nascent Soul has begun to feel the Dao of Heaven and Earth, so there is a trace of the rhythm of the Dao in their spells.

As for the cultivators who transform the spirit, when they begin to understand the Dao of Heaven and Earth, they are often the means to turn the world upside down, and it is the Dao of Heaven and Earth that attracts them.

And rules are the foundation of the world. Just like water flows to high places, fish live in the water, and plants do not move for thousands of years. These are the simplest rules of the world.

If one wants to induce the rules and make use of the rules, only the monks in the realm of the Dao stage can barely do it. The great masters of the transcending tribulation stage can already fully use the rules, and even change and create the rules.

Luo Xue never imagined that the crooked handwriting carved on the mottled bark of a hundred-year-old tree actually contained a trace of rules.

What does this mean?
It represents that the person who engraved this line at the beginning can exert the power of rules.

Although the power of this rule is extremely weak, and it will soon dissipate after ten years, but...it is a rule after all.

In the words of the cultivation world, it is at least an old monster in the realm of harmony, a top-level power that is rarely seen in ten thousand years.

And who was the person who carved this line in the first place?

Luo Xue raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her. He was as warm and moist as jade, and his temperament was like the breeze and bright moon. Under the dim light of the street lamps, he stood alone and had the appearance of a handsome young man.

However, at this moment, Gu Jun, in Luo Xue's eyes, is like an ancient beast that chooses and devours people.

How old was he then?
Five or six?

Luo Xue suddenly remembered that a five or six-year-old boy was accompanied by a younger girl. The two squatted under a tree, using a pencil sharpener to carve letters on the tree stroke by stroke.

Brother Xiaojun and sister Xiaoxue will always be good friends.

There are only fifteen characters, but the two children carved them for more than half an hour. When encountering characters they don’t know, they have to go out and ask people, and then come back to continue writing.

But who would have known that these fifteen immature words actually contained the power of rules.

In the world of cultivating Taoism, even the ancestor of Huashen had to avoid the power of three thousand miles of rules when he saw it.

Based on Luo Xue's knowledge, the divine sense can barely figure out the power of this rule, which should belong to tearing or cutting.

Even in the power of rules, it belongs to the powerful category. When it is used in fighting methods, nothing is not cracked, nothing is continuous, and it cannot be healed.

"Sister Xiaoxue, I remembered, we were too young at the time, so we were not tall enough, so we can only be engraved in this place."

Gu Jun leaned down excitedly, and pointed to about half a meter from the tree root.

"However, more than ten years have passed, and the tree is still growing. And it seems that it is growing very fast, almost [-] centimeters. I searched for the place where we used to engrave, but naturally I couldn't find it. "

Luo Xue's eyes fell on the century-old tree, and she remained silent.

Trees are also life. Although they cannot move or speak, they are real creatures.

It hurts, and it heals when it hurts.

It is only because of the power of the rules that its skin cannot heal, so the piece of skin where the lettering is engraved will grow desperately and keep growing thicker.

It is using its own healing ability and vitality to slowly wear away the power of rules covering it, like a drop of water piercing through a stone.

"I think the handwriting is a bit faded, how about we re-engraving it?"

Gu Jun looked at Luo Xue and said with great interest.

Luo Xue's heart "thumped", as if a gravel had fallen from the mirror-like heart lake, causing ripples.

Gu Jun's casual words gave her a warning sign.

Luo Xue laughed, deliberately making her smile appear childlike and pure, like a child.

She shook her head and said, "No, Brother Xiaojun, we have grown up, why do such childish things like children. Besides, the words carved on the bark are too simple and easy to disappear."

"No, don't you still have the characters we engraved when we were young?"

"But haven't we seen each other for more than ten years, or even contacted each other?"

Gu Jun was taken aback, a trace of apology flashed in his eyes, and he said, "I'm sorry, I haven't contacted you for more than ten years, the main reason is..."

He paused for a while, then waved his hands and said, "That's right, the words carved on the tree are not as permanent as the words carved on the heart? It doesn't matter if you don't carve this word."

As he said these words, Luo Xue's rippling heart lake gradually calmed down.

Her hanging heart also fell.

At least it shows that the inexplicable crisis just now is gone for the time being.

"Hey, you two ran here."

Luo Yan ran over from the runway, saw two people, slowed down and said to them.

Luo Xue was overjoyed.

There was never a moment when she thought Luo Yan was so cute.

"Why are you sweating profusely while running?"

Luo Xue hurriedly walked towards Luo Yan, her expression was like that of a gentle sister, her eyes were full of doting and reproach.

She took out a tissue from her pocket, wiped the sweat off Luo Yan's face, and scolded: "Although running is good, you have to do it step by step, otherwise it is easy to cause transportation damage, you know?"

Luo Yan looked weird, embarrassed to take the tissue in her hand to wipe off the sweat, but Luo Xue avoided it and insisted on wiping it for him herself.

"It's getting late, let's go back."

"So early?"

Luo Yan didn't want to go back, he hadn't done push-ups and sit-ups, he didn't even do pull-ups, and the set of Yunshui body training that Luo Xue taught him.

According to his habit, he will not go home until he is done.

Luo Xue said: "You're tired, you should go home. Besides, there are guests at home, and we, the hosts, have to entertain them at home."

"Aren't there parents accompanying Aunt Gu? Brother Xiaojun is also with us... ah!"

Before he could speak, he suddenly felt unbearable pain in his ankle, and couldn't help crying out.

"What happened?"

Luo Xue asked with concern on her face, her expression was very anxious.

"Ankle, ankle pain."

Luo Yan broke out in cold sweat, and pointed to the ankle of her right foot.

At this time, Gu Jun also came over. Hearing Luo Yan's words, he quickly took out his mobile phone and took a picture of his right foot, only to see that his ankle was red and swollen.

"It must have been twisted."

Gu Jun squatted down and pinched Luo Yan's ankle, causing Luo Yan to cry out again.

"There is no bone or ligament injury, no major problem. It should be that you ran too fast just now and then stopped suddenly. Your muscles are strained. Just take a rest and apply some medicinal wine."

Gu Jun seemed to be very experienced and said.

"Is there any medicinal wine at home?" He asked Luo Xue again.

"Yes, yes, there are these standing medicines at home." Luo Xue replied quickly.

"Then let's go back first."

As Gu Jun said, he and Luo Xue were alone, helping Luo Yan to go home.

After returning home, seeing Luo Yan sprained his foot, Zhang Wanrong smeared medicinal wine on him while muttering, annoying Luo Yan.

"Okay, okay, Wanrong, don't talk about Xiaoyan. Isn't it common to sprain your feet while running? It's normal for boys to play crazy all day and get some injuries, and it's not a big deal."

Gu Yuqing did not regard herself as an outsider, and persuaded her.

However, Luo Yan was injured, so there was no atmosphere for small talk after all.

She simply said: "It's getting late, Xiaojun and I will go back first, and come to you when we are free. I have also told you and Brother Luo about my residence, and you can come to visit when you are free." .”

Zhang Wanrong agreed repeatedly, and kept her a few more times, and finally the mother and son were sent downstairs, and they were sent all the way out of the community before giving up.

Luo Xue also accompanied Zhang Wanrong to see Aunt Gu, mother and son off, and she finally relaxed when she saw that Gu Jun had completely disappeared from the range of divine sense perception.

After returning home, she saw Luo Yan lying on the sofa, massaging her swollen ankle with medicinal wine, Luo Xue apologized to him in her heart.

Luo Yan's ankle was of course not stretched by running, but she used spiritual power as a needle to stab the muscles of his ankle fiercely, which caused his ankle to become red and swollen quickly.

"I'll give you a massage."

Luo Xue walked over and sat beside Luo Yan.

"Then take it easy, it hurts me to death." Luo Yan said hastily, "Don't use as much force as you did a few times ago."

"understood."

Luo Xue's palm was filled with spiritual power, and she pressed it on Luo Yan's swollen instep.

"Ah, it hurts..."

Luo Yan cried out immediately.

Luo Xue's spiritual power was like countless fine needles, piercing into the skin of the back of his feet, helping him dredge the meridians and blood vessels, reducing inflammation and swelling, and the feeling would naturally be sore, itchy and painful.

But this feeling came and went quickly. After Luo Xue pressed it seven or eight times, he felt that the back of his foot seemed to be less painful.

After Luo Xue pressed it for a minute or two, the pain in his instep was gone, and the swollen part seemed to be subsiding quietly.

"what?"

Luo Yan moved her right foot and asked very curiously: "Old sister, did you learn massage somewhere? Why does my injury heal quickly every time you give me a massage?"

Luo Xue let go of his foot, and said casually: "You just hurt yourself, rubbed the medicinal wine, and I massaged it to penetrate the medicine into the skin, and it will naturally relieve the pain and reduce the swelling."

"Is that right?"

Luo Yan disturbed her head: "Anyway, every time you give me a massage, I feel better soon. When I get hurt, I will ask you to give me a massage."

Out of guilt for her younger brother, Luo Xue nodded without hesitation: "Okay, who made me your sister."

"It's what you deserve, whoever made you careless, just let it hurt you to death."

Zhang Wanrong cut a watermelon from the kitchen, put it in front of the siblings, and casually slandered.

"Mom, I'm still not your son. How can you curse your own son like this?" Luo Yan called Qu Qu.

"Eat quickly, I'll help dad wash up."

After Zhang Wanrong left a sentence, she went to the toilet to help Luo Dayuan wash his face and brush his teeth.

Seeing Zhang Wanrong enter the toilet, Luo Yan glanced at Luo Xue and said suddenly, "Sister, don't you like Aunt Gu's son?"

Luo Xue was not wary of his sudden question, and couldn't help being taken aback.

Unexpectedly, under Luo Yan's carefree temper, she has a pair of eyes that are good at investigating details, and a sensitive heart.

Although his guess was not entirely correct, she was afraid of Gu Jun, not disliked.

"We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. How can I say whether I like it or not. I'm a little more familiar with strangers, and a little stranger than acquaintances."

Luo Yan curled her lips and whispered, "I think he likes you very much."

Luo Xue scolded in a low voice: "How old are you, why do you like it all day long? Gu Jun probably still regards us as childhood playmates, so just be more enthusiastic."

"cut."

Luo Yan made a disdainful expression, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm not a child, let alone blind, can't I see it?"

Luo Xue ignored him.

Luo Yan continued: "If you don't like him, it's best to break his mind as soon as possible. I feel that he seems a little paranoid and makes people uncomfortable."

Luo Xue didn't pick up his words anymore, and said "I'm going to bed", then got into her bedroom and closed the door.

"Gu Jun... who the hell are you?"

Luo Xue sat on the bay window, looked at the dark sky and the dim lights in the distance through the glass window, feeling a little disturbed.

The power of rules!

How could it be the power of rules? !

It wasn't that Luo Xue didn't have calmness, or that her state of mind was not cultivated enough, it was that the other party was simply too terrifying.

It's like two ordinary people fighting, and suddenly one person pulls out an atomic bomb...

Nima, don't talk about Wude at all.

During the heyday of Luo Xue's power in the cultivation world, she was only a Nascent Soul Dacheng monk, and she hadn't even broken through the realm of transforming gods.Even if she encountered those old monsters who could use the power of rules at that time, she could only admit defeat without saying a word.

If you want to kill or cut, let the other party dispose of it.

Now she is just a small Qi-refining mid-stage cultivator, but the master who wants her to exert the power of rules alone...

To paraphrase a famous line from a TV series: A concubine really can't do it!
Earlier when Gu Jun said that he wanted to carve words on the bark again, there was a warning sign in Luo Xuexin Lake, indicating that if Gu Jun was asked to carve characters, she would be in danger of life and death.

why?
Who the hell is Gu Jun?

More than ten years ago, he was still a child of five or six years old, why could he exert the power of rules?

How strong is he now?

Is he also a glutton?

Or is he the sworn enemy of Tao Tie, who belongs to that mysterious organization like Tang Chao?

No, no, no...

Luo Xue's face suddenly turned pale, and she thought of something, an extremely terrifying thing.

Eleven or twelve years ago, she was still a child, and Gu Jun was also a child, and the two were childhood playmates who had been together for several years.

If Gu Jun is really Taotie, or someone from that mysterious organization, why did he appear beside me when he was a child?
Is it unintentional or intentional?

If it appeared on purpose, then what is it about me that attracts the other party so much that I started to get close to him when I was a child?

Thinking of this, Luo Xue broke into a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)