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Chapter 17
Yan Nu was hung on a square in Chashan Fort, his hands and feet were bound by chains, his feet were three feet off the ground, and he was locked in a cross shape between two iron pillars.

Two strong men were sneering, and they were beating him with whips, his skin was torn apart, his face, arms, and chest were covered with blood, and the pain was so painful that he was dying.

But Yan Nu was extremely tolerant, hummed a few times, and let himself be beaten and scolded.

Still muttering in his mouth: "A Weng... A Weng..."

But no one paid any attention to him, the two strong men just whipped vigorously, after a hundred lashes, Yan Nu was already like a bloody man.

"Tch, the bones are hard enough." The strong man grinned, his hands were sore.

"This kid has practiced kung fu, and he will give him another hundred lashes! Use your true energy!" Liao Guanshi said coldly.

"okay!"

Ever since, the whip was crackling again, making a sound like wind and thunder!
With such a vicious whip, Yan Nu was like a wriggling worm, making the iron chain rattle.

Guanshi Liao watched silently, his expression indifferent.

What is recommended to the coach, to play for the owner of the castle, Chashan Castle is short of this person?

An untouchable handyman, so what if he is killed?
Originally, a hundred lashes would be fine, and it would be fine to shut him up overnight, but this kid can forge eighty catties of steel in one night, which is considered a talent.

But since he has practiced martial arts and has good aptitude, he will be in trouble in the future, so he might as well just die.

"Yan Nuer, do you still remember me?" Shen Leling's voice appeared in Yan Nu's mind.

Yan Nu lowered his head, his hair was sticky with blood, and murmured weakly: "You are yesterday's monster sister..."

"You called me..." Shen Leling was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Hehehe...My sister killed someone last night, why didn't you tell others?"

Yan Nu murmured: "Busy and forgot."

"..." Shen Leling's tone sank: "Ha, you are honest!"

Yan Nu didn't speak, his wound was beaten repeatedly, and the pain was acute.

But for some unknown reason, ordinary people should have died long ago after shedding so much blood, but he can still live on with a small amount of blood. When the blood dries up, a little new blood will grow. All internal organs are functioning normally, but the limbs are stiff Just numb.

Shen Leling saw that he was not in good health, and asked, "Are you still practicing exercises to protect your body?"

"What is... Yungong body protection?"

"..." Shen Leling was a little speechless, is this someone who has practiced martial arts?

"That's right, what can a craftsman teach you? Thank you for being able to cultivate this whole body of true energy!"

A monk in the spiritual stage can see through the psychic, and is expected to have the ability to sense Qi, let alone the spiritual consciousness stage!

Shen Leling has long seen that Yan Nu has a third-rate skill, but he has not undergone body tempering.

"Come, come, sister will teach you, listen carefully, mobilize your true energy from the dantian, and transport it to..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Nu popped out a sentence: "What is Dantian?"

"Ah?" Shen Leling's tone was a little dazed: "You don't even know the dantian? You practice the true energy of a hammer!"

"It's a sledgehammer." Yan Nu said naturally.

"This..." Shen Leling was extremely shocked.

She heard that Uncle Hong had taught Yan Nu rough kung fu for several years, and she thought it was at least a serious way of thinking, but it turned out that it was really just a trivial kung fu of swinging a hammer for luck?

Uncle Hong is so old, and he doesn't know how many years of hard work, his true energy is still very weak!
Yan Nu insisted on relying on such trivial skills, and practiced to such an extent after several years, it is definitely considered astonishingly talented!

"Hehehehe...I didn't expect you to be a martial arts prodigy, Yan Nuer..."

"If you have practiced the real unique art, you may become a shocking warrior in time, and you can kill the monk."

"Hee hee hee……"

As Shen Leling said, he laughed strangely, not knowing what to think.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Yannu was spurting out a mouthful of blood, and when he looked again, the force of the whip had already severed his meridians.

She was anxious on the spot: "Hey, don't die!"

"Damn it, they interrupted your meridians! Not good, ordinary qi body protection is useless... I will pass you the "Thai Emperor White Jade Sutra"!"

Shen Leling hurriedly used her spiritual sense to walk around in her body, but she has never learned how to draw the energy in other people's bodies with her spiritual sense, she can only transmit the simulated feeling to Yan Nu...

"Quick, quick! Carry the true energy and follow the route I passed on to you, instead of going through the meridians, and separate it from the flesh and blood into the acupoints all over the body! Finally gather in Xuanji and Huagai!"

"Okay...you don't understand what acupoints are...it doesn't matter! You can just move according to my feeling!"

Shen Leling literally broke apart the ground and taught it to Yan Nu.At this moment, Yan Nu could feel a stream of aura surging all over his body, splitting into sixteen strands, flowing with different rhythms and routes at the same time.

"Are you able to learn it? Is it too difficult?" Shen Leling also felt that it was a bit too difficult for a martial arts idiot who was beaten to the brink of death to operate such advanced skills temporarily.

You must know that this "Taihuang White Jade Sutra" is the cultivation method of the Taishan Xianzong in the past, and it is an authentic Taoist classic of cultivating immortals.

When Taishan Xianzong was destroyed, many classics were scattered among various forces, which led to the emergence of some new sects in the secular and extraterrestrial world.

It can be said that they are all derived from Taishan Xianzong.

Among them, the Gao family in Pingcheng got a few remnants of scriptures, and before Shen Leling ate the young son of the Gao family, he called him brother and brother, helped him harden his body, and exchanged a lot of exercises. This "Thai Emperor White Jade Sutra" is one of them.

Of course, what she got was only a small chapter about the "body tempering" part in the "Psychic Chapter", which can be regarded as a peerless magic skill in the world.

"what?"

"That's right! That's how it works! When you practice, you bring your own body protection, and you can also let the true energy nourish your viscera, heal your muscles and bones, and protect your flesh..."

Shen Leling could scan and see that the sea of ​​Qi in Yan Nu's body was churning, surging in the acupuncture points, meridians and even blood vessels of the whole body, and it was running according to the route and order she passed on!
True Qi flows continuously, like a river, they don't follow the usual path, they flow in countless weak blood vessels.

This makes the operation of zhenqi more three-dimensional, rather than flat!

In the end, Xuanji and Huagai acupoints condensed into two cyclones, one yin and one yang, one left-handed and one right-handed, interdependent and pulling.

Repeatedly like this, the acupoints all over the body keep producing breath, and in the way of the flow and vortex, it nourishes Yannu's internal organs and protects his limbs and bones.

So far, the inner breath is long and the breathing is slow.

"You are not an idiot! Sixteen paths of internal energy operate at the same time, I am really afraid that you will not be able to do it!" Shen Leling was very happy to see his success.

"Papa papa!" With a lash of the whip, Yan Nu no longer added bloodstains.

But because there were so many bloodstains on Yan Nu's body, the executioners couldn't tell the difference.

"Steward, it's over!" The executioner cupped his hands.

"Well, did you die?"

The executioner took a closer look and found that Yan Nu seemed to be breathing in, but not out, so he said, "His breathing is barely noticeable, even if he doesn't die, he will die soon."

"Tch!" Liao Guanshi curled his lips, he didn't hear the wailing and begging for mercy, and he was quite bored, so he said, "Forget it, let's hang here and show it to the public for three days!"

After speaking, he led the people away, leaving only Yan Nu hanging in the square like a dead man, covered in bruises.

"Finally gone..." Shen Leling giggled: "Yan Nuer, you should make good use of the method I taught you. It has healing effects... Well, the owner of Chashan Castle has a secret room. My sister will go there tonight. Come back and bring you the elixir."

"Thank you..." Yan Nu said weakly.

"Hehehe, don't die!"

As she said that, Yan Nuer felt a divine thought disappear from her mind.

He is now exhausted, unable to move, with countless bloody mouths all over his body, and his viscera, muscles and bones have all been seriously injured.

He could only close his eyes and meditate, silently running the skills taught by the monster.

Yan Nu could feel that there were hundreds of spring-like air pockets all over his body, each of which contained his true energy.

That is the power he has been using for the past two days for blacksmithing, and every time it is used up, it can be replenished by eating.

But now, these true qi are flowing away step by step, merged into the two cyclones, and turned into other two types of true qi.

Whenever an old qi is transformed into a new qi, he feels comfortable all over!

So much so that he was addicted to it, extremely focused.

I don't know how long it took, all the old qi disappeared, and many acupuncture points were empty.

Then every acupoint is drawing strength from his flesh and blood, producing new inner breaths, which flow into the cyclone.

"Huh?" Yan Nu twitched, feeling the taste of extracting the essence, which was very uncomfortable!

Not pain, but a faint emptiness.

This is very different from the feeling of comfort and blood boiling when transforming true qi before... Yan Nu prefers that boiling feeling.

"No, no, no, it made me drowsy and about to fall asleep. How can I practice when I'm asleep?"

"By the way, I have to eat grass first to replenish the hammer's true energy."

He thought to himself, and immediately stopped practicing.

Yannu doesn't know how to practice at all, and doesn't know that this kind of emptiness helps the practitioner to "reach the extreme of emptiness and keep quiet" and immerse himself in a state of samadhi.

He thought that his true energy was replenished by eating the things he liked, and he also thought that this exercise had to transform his original true energy.

As soon as he stopped practicing at this moment, he naturally stopped healing, and the pain in his body gradually became clearer.

"Sister Yaokai said to let me practice kung fu to heal my injuries, but my hammer is out of true energy, how can I practice?"

Then he thought of those two big cyclones: "I don't know if these two new qi can be used?"

Yannu tried to mobilize them, and it worked, so it desperately extracted from the cyclone, circulated according to the previous route, and moistened all parts of the body.

Sure enough, this can also heal the wound, the pain is immediately reduced, and the dry blood vessels are gradually filled with fresh blood.

The injuries to the internal organs, limbs and bones are slowly recovering.

In this way, he has been consuming the cyclone until it is exhausted, and his injury has healed by [-] to [-]%.

Not only that, when the last two pure breaths of the yin-yang cyclone dissipated, his body became even stronger!
This is more obvious than the effect of slowly moisturizing the body before.

"I lost my true energy! It's great!"

Yan Nu was just like when he was forging iron before, his body was empty, without a trace of true energy.

He was still very satisfied, thinking that this was a good practice.

So Shu Run smiled, tilted his head to look at the moon, missed Ah Weng, and gradually fell asleep.

It was late at night.

A sneaky figure approached the execution ground with a hunched body.

He looked left and right, saw that the warriors patrolling in the distance hadn't looked over, so he pushed Yan Nu, and called softly: "Yan Nu... Yan Nu!"

"Uncle Hong... why are you here?" Yan Nu woke up leisurely.

"Silly boy, if Uncle Hong doesn't come to save you, you will die here! Come on, eat first." Uncle Hong took out some steamed cakes.

Yannu was hungry, Hululu ate all of it, and then worried: "Uncle Hong, don't steal the cake next time, I can eat grass."

"It's nonsense, you can only eat it if you are extremely hungry." Uncle Hong didn't believe that he could really eat grass.

"Really, I have eaten more grass than rice since I was a child." Yan Nu said seriously.

"You kid, you can't even tell a lie!" Uncle Hong sighed, only saying that Yannu was afraid that he would be caught stealing cakes, so he learned to lie.

He caressed Yan Nu's injury, seeing it shockingly.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurt before, but it's better now."

Uncle Hong took out a hammer and a chisel, trying to pry the chain open.

However, as soon as he exerted some force, he heard a ding, which was very clear in the silence of the night.

Terrified, Uncle Hong quickly looked at the patrol team, but fortunately he didn't notice.

It can't be pried anymore, warriors have clear ears and eyesight, and if they speak louder, they will definitely hear it.

This is a fine steel chain, it seems that saving Yan Nu and escaping from Chashan Castle is beyond even thinking about it.

"Son, be soft and ask the steward for mercy. He might let you go." Uncle Hong persuaded.

Yan Nu didn't answer, but asked instead: "Uncle Hong, have you heard about A Weng?"

Uncle Hong had no choice but to lie and said, "Yes, yes. You, Weng, are still in the army. He is old and frail, and only works in the rear. He hasn't been on the battlefield for a year. Wait until Hu Man is repelled." , and he came back."

"Great, I must wait for Ah Weng to come back!" Yan Nu was ecstatic.

"Yes, so you can't die. I will ask the manager to come over tomorrow, and you must also beg him for mercy. Do whatever he asks you to do, and say something nice."

"Good! I remember!"

Only then did Uncle Hong feel relieved to leave, leaving Yan Nu to stay up for another night.

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　PS: sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)