Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 9 I want to practice martial arts
"Hu... woo woo, play the nest!"

"Huang Wo bullies Wo Shengjian..."

Yan Xi was fantasizing about the beautiful life in the future to the fullest, when the three emergencies in his life came out of nowhere, dragging him back to the vulgar reality.

Normally, this is not a problem.

Children of all ages can solve problems by themselves.

But now Yan Xi's situation is quite special. He is tied up and unable to support himself.

What's more important is that he was also gagged, and he wanted to yell loudly, but he couldn't make much noise.

The doctors and nurses in the hospital had been tossing around for most of the night, and they were all trying to catch up on sleep as a group, and they didn't pay attention to him at all.

Yan Xi struggled hard for a long time, and at the moment when he was about to be unable to hold back, he suddenly remembered that he still had another move, and hurriedly thought silently, at the moment of life and death humiliation, his body disappeared inch by inch.

It is the familiar Taoist temple, the familiar Sanqing Hall, the familiar coffin...

No, this one is not familiar.

Yan Xi was still tied tightly, rolled around on the ground, took a deep breath, his muscles suddenly stretched out, and he shouted: "Open!"

Several belts specially used to tie violent mental patients on his body were broken inch by inch.

The Taoist priest Yanxi practiced foreign kung fu all over his body, and his skills are extraordinary. There are only a few belts, which are not worth mentioning, and he can break free easily.

Although he exerted too much force, which caused his chest to be depressed and extremely disgusted, Yan Xi couldn't care less, hurried out of the main hall, and found a secluded corner in the Taoist temple.

As soon as he unbuttoned his belt, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

While enjoying the wanton indulgence.

One side spurted blood.

What the hell is an experience that mental patients don't often have.

Feel refreshed physically and mentally!

Yan Xi vomited blood and got used to it. He already had injuries on his body. Liang Mengchun was going to chase after the laughing young man and snatch the sword manual. He had no time to waste time on the two senior brothers. ", only suffered a heavy palm force.

It just so happened that Taoist Yanxi's Bronze Elephant Kungfu broke through to perfection, and his talent of copper skin and iron bone was slightly upgraded, so he resisted hard.

He also protected most of the injuries for Yuechi. Although the little pendant was probably in the intensive care right now, at least his life was saved.

After feeling comfortable, Yan Xi wiped the blood from his mouth and wiped it on the Taoist robe. Anyway, the Taoist robe was covered with blood, so it was not bad.

He looked at the main hall and didn't think much about going in.

Last time I came here, there was a small pendant, but this time I came here alone. In that hall, there are no one around, there are a bunch of dead people, and those who are willing to stay with the dead in the middle of the night, I am afraid there is some serious illness!
Qinglongshan Mental Hospital specializes in treating this kind of disease.

To be honest, even if you don't go into the main hall, the Taoist temple in the middle of the night is a bit scary.

Yan Xi stood still for a moment, weighed it up, and felt that this place is not a good place, and a mental hospital is better.

He didn't stay any longer, and went back to the psychiatric hospital. Standing in his ward, a thought suddenly came to his mind: "I can bring the little pendant back, and I can also bring a bubble of urine there."

"Why can't Taoist Yanxi's martial arts be brought back? Is there something wrong?"

With Yan Xi's posture of Bai Yuan Quan, he carefully tried the move of stealing the peach at the bottom of the leaf, tried the move of fishing for the moon in the sea, and tried the move of the old ape kicking the crotch...

He can perform these moves very well and fluently, but the power is really not very good.

Yan Xi's heart suddenly opened up.

This body also has martial arts, but because he has been writing all the year round, has not exercised, and has never practiced martial arts seriously, his strength is too weak, so Taoist Yanxi's external kung fu can't be used at all.

It is probably no problem to deal with two or three "similar" at leisure, but if you meet a strong man who has been training all year round, you may not be able to beat even one.

This discovery made Yan Xi ecstatic. Although martial arts are useless in modern society, he is writing web articles after all. Which web article author has never dreamed that he has some extraordinary power?
Even if this power is just mere martial arts?
Yan Xi walked around the room excitedly, and suddenly heard a scream outside the door: "It's bad, Yan Xi ran out again!"

As soon as Yan Xi saw that the door was opened a crack, he heard a bang and closed it firmly again, and then the door was quickly locked, and hurriedly shouted: "I am not sick, I am not sick, don't be afraid! "

"Don't be afraid!"

The little nurse who came to make the rounds couldn't believe that he was mentally ill. Outside the door, she shouted in a hoarse voice: "Quickly invite the Tathagata Buddha..."

The little nurse was incoherent in fright, and after shouting several times, she realized that the person she was shaking was unprofessional, so she changed her voice and shouted: "Go and call Dean Sun Jing!"

Not long after, a group of people hurried over, looked through the observation window for a while, shook their heads together, Sun Jing sighed, and said, "His symptoms have worsened."

Several young doctors nodded again and again, agreeing with the instructor's opinion. As the vice president, Sun Jing also has teaching tasks and will lead a few students.

These young doctors had never seen such a manic patient, and even the straps were broken. It was so shocking that no one dared to open the door.

Sun Jing didn't dare to take any risks, and said in a low voice: "Let the security guards come over with riot steel forks and electric batons, and remember to charge the electric batons."

"I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have never seen such a violent patient. Be careful and be careful."

"Mental illness hurts people, but you don't have to bear legal responsibility. You must not make mistakes in your future medical career. I had a classmate back then, but I was careless..."

Sun Jing sighed, and taught the young doctors a lesson. After the security guards rushed over with enough equipment, they opened the door cautiously.

If Yan Xi had the physique of a Taoist priest Yanxi, with a fat body and a height of [-] centimeters, he would have to resist, but he estimated his strength, and the attributes of his body, obediently gave up resistance, and said: " I'm not sick, don't shock me, I'm really not sick, don't shock me!"

Sun Jing asked, "Do you already feel that you are sick?"

Yan Xi replied subconsciously: "Of course I'm not sick..."

During this period of time, he was really fed up with being treated as a mental illness. When he answered, he couldn't help dancing, and he seemed very emotional.

Without Sun Jing's order, more than a dozen electric batons were stabbed up.

"My lord is not sick..."

Yan Xi was lying on the ground with one thought in his mind: "I want to practice martial arts, I want to practice martial arts, get out of this mental hospital, and give these doctors and nurses electric shock treatment one by one."

"I want them to taste what I have tasted."

"Let you know the consequences of offending a mental patient."

Yan Xi's consciousness began to become confused.

　Why make a big fuss in a mental hospital...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)