Pushing the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 171
Chen Mao and Song Ping brought their apprentices and disciples from the martial arts hall, together with the government's police, to search for the whereabouts of the demon warriors in Shangjiang City. They found nothing all day long.

Although Wang Zhiping's left arm was injured by Ma Chang in the early hours of the morning, as long as he didn't use his strength and was checked by others, he would not be discovered. He searched with the crowd for a day without revealing the slightest flaw.

In the evening, Chen Mao entertained Song Ping in one of the best restaurants under the name of Qingmu Wuguan.

Fuchun Building, third floor.

Chen Mao and Song Ping sat in the east and west seats.

Wang Zhiping, Tao Zian, and Li Qiu, and Song Ping's two disciples, the first disciple Ma Chang and the second disciple Zheng Xianjie, sat next to them respectively.

Song Ping has two thick saber eyebrows, a fierce appearance, and an extremely burly body. He is wearing a brocade robe and sitting on the guest seat.

Chen Mao, who sat next to him in the main seat, was considered majestic among ordinary people, but compared with him, he looked a little thin.

When Song Ping talked about the daytime search of demonic warriors, he said fiercely.

"That villain, as long as he hasn't escaped from Shangjiang City, I will definitely find him. Then I will kill him alive and pay for the life of my apprentice who died tragically!"

Martial artists accept apprentices, and generally the more recruited, the higher the qualification requirements.

Zhang Shen's aptitude is extremely high, Song Ping originally planned to accept him as a closed disciple in a few years, but unexpectedly a demon warrior came and killed Zhang Shen.

Song Ping was not angry that the disciple who had closed the door was gone.

An apprentice also died. Compared with Song Ping, Chen Mao looked much calmer. He smiled and quietly changed the subject.

"Brother Song thinks, is that villain practicing evil skills, or is he exhausting his heart?"

"Exhausting heart soup?" Zheng Xianjie, who was sitting under Song Ping and looked ordinary, asked in confusion.

Except for Chen Mao and Song Ping, all the people present had puzzled looks on their faces. None of them had heard of Jiexintang.

Wang Zhiping's mind tightened, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face at the right time.

Song Ping explained with a serious expression.

"Xiexin Decoction is a terrible medicinal soup.

It is said that a doctor originally wanted to develop a medicinal soup that could soothe qi and blood and strengthen the heart, but it failed, and he accidentally developed Jiexin Decoction.

For those who take the decoction of exhausting heart, the whole body's energy and blood will flow back into the heart, and they will undoubtedly die.

The doctor thought that he had just developed a poison by accident, so he didn't pay much attention to it when he was panicked.

But a martial artist heard that he came to ask for the prescription of Jexin Decoction, and the doctor handed him Jexin Decoction due to the opponent's strength.

The doctor thought that the warrior got the prescription of Jiexin Decoction just to kill some enemy with poison. "

"But after that warrior got the prescription of Jexin Decoction, he developed another use for Jexin Decoction!
He asked someone to take Jiexin Decoction, and when the effect of the medicine took effect, he cut open the person's heart with a sharp knife, and took the other person's hard work full of Qi and blood essence to supplement it with practicing kung fu. "

Hearing these words, Li Qiu's face changed slightly, and the others were also a little horrified.

Drinking people's blood to practice kung fu, what is the difference between this and eating people!
Song Ping continued.

"Later, for some reason, the prescription of Jiexin Decoction spread, creating a large number of demon warriors.

Those warriors of the Demonic Dao regard a person's qi and blood as the main medicine, and the original Jiexin Decoction as a supplementary medicine, thinking that the blood of the person who took the Jiexin Decoction is the real Jiexin Decoction. "

"Nowadays, there are two types of demon warriors, one is to practice evil skills, and the other is to practice kung fu by taking Jiexin Decoction.

The latter has become the mainstream of demon warriors because no matter what kind of kung fu they practice, they can use exhausted heart soup to assist in their kung fu practice and have a wide audience. "|
"And the prescription of Jiexin Decoction is not a secret, it has been widely circulated."

"Many demon warriors got the prescription of Zhexin Decoction by chance. They couldn't stand the temptation and fell into the demon way."

Hearing this, Wang Zhiping's heart tightened, and his face was slightly unnatural, but no one noticed.

Ma Chang frowned and asked.

"Master, don't tell me there are no side effects at all, such as drinking people's blood to practice kung fu?"

It was the first time for the people present to hear about the heartbreak, except for Li Qiu, the others were somewhat unbalanced.

It's just a bit cruel and bloody. If you use this method to practice, you can really advance in martial arts very quickly without any side effects, which is a bit unacceptable.

They practice hard, but others only need to kill two people to drink blood, isn't it too unfair!

Song Ping glanced at several people, and found that the resentment on the faces of his two apprentices was the most obvious, and their faces were not very good-looking.

He could tell whether it was because the demonic warriors killed people and practiced kung fu, or because the demonic warriors killed people and practiced kung fu so quickly.

The more resentful you feel about this matter, the more likely you will be unable to stand the temptation and fall into the devil's way when you get the prescription of Jiexin Decoction.

Song Ping shook his head.

The will of his two apprentices in martial arts can't be said to be very firm.

On the contrary, Chen Mao's three apprentices performed much better than his two apprentices.

Song Ping's gaze stayed on Li Qiu's face for a moment.

On Li Qiu's face and eyes, he didn't see the slightest bit of resentment towards the fast progress of the martial arts martial artist.

Song Ping was a little envious of Chen Mao receiving such a good apprentice.

Not only is he a descendant of a martial sage, but he has high aptitude, and his martial arts will is unwavering, unmoved by foreign objects!
Song Ping withdrew his gaze, looked serious, and said in a deep voice.

"Warriors of the Demonic Dao drink people's efforts to practice kung fu, of course there are side effects, and they are very big side effects!"

"First of all, just like other demon martial artists who practice evil kung fu, if their minds are affected, they will gradually become cold-blooded, cruel, irritable and irritable, and even in the end, they will directly become a delirious lunatic."

"Secondly, taking Jiexin Decoction will become addictive!"

"To be precise, the hard work of the person who has been fed the blood-draining soup will become addicted after drinking it a few times, and then it will be controlled by that addiction."

"Once an addict becomes addicted, he will fall into madness if he can't drink it within a short period of time. In order to drink blood soup, he can do anything, even kill his parents and relatives!

He won't regain his sanity until he drinks the exhausted blood soup again. "

"However, this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, because the possibility of becoming a lunatic is much higher for a demonic warrior who takes blood-draining soup than for a demonic warrior who has practiced evil skills."

The more you drink, the faster you become, and in the end, there is a [-]% to [-]% chance that you will completely become a lunatic. "

A fright flashed in Wang Zhiping's eyes.

He has been like this recently. Once he becomes addicted and wants to drink blood soup, he will lose his mind.

Sometimes he even thought, with his strength, if he attacked from behind, would it be possible to knock Chen Mao unconscious.

"Master, can't this addiction be restrained by human will?"

Ma Chang asked curiously.

Song Ping replied.

"It's not impossible, it's just that there are only one in a million people who can do it, even rarer than those who can become martial saints."

"How can a person with such a will be tempted by the drained blood soup?"

(End of this chapter)