I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

"Who did it?"

Shizhu stood up and quietly wiped the tears from his eyes.

He came out of the refugee camp.

Alone.

As he grows up, the best thing for him is Old Man Xiang.

She doesn't come to the house for dinner once or twice. She treats Sister-in-law Xiang like her own mother.

He even taught Xiang Wen all his skills.

Why, after not seeing each other for a few days, we are already separated forever.

Xiang opened his eyelids and looked at the two corpses parked in the inner hall. He remained silent for a while and then spoke: "The Wild Dog Gang. I have destroyed it."

"Who ordered it?" Shi Zhu was furious and started clapping the case.

The face will turn red as the internal energy is filled.

But the old man did not tell him, but said: "Let's put up the incense stick."

After drinking, the stone pillars were already stained with the smell of alcohol.

During the dinner, they did not ask who instigated it, nor did they say any words of comfort. They just told the old man Xiang that if he wanted revenge, he must be counted among them.

No need to say anything, just greet you.

The two drank until they were tipsy.

He burned incense on the stone pillar, worshiped again, and then left the courtyard gate.

It was dark and the night was dark, and the bright moon in the clouds obscured the figure.

It also made the vast land a lot darker.

After drinking from the old man under the moonlight, his wife and children lay quietly on the bed.

The soul flag is placed in front of the table.

Raise your wine glass, look out the window at the vast sky and earth, and see the hazy moonlight, and respect your wife, children, and yourself.

His eyes were bright, like burning dead wood, blooming with light.

"Magic weapon, sometimes I really don't understand whether it is humans or ghosts who are more terrifying."

"I heard that that demon cultivator had his whole family wiped out, so he stormed into the county governor's house and killed the county governor on the spot."

"Man, I'm so happy!"

"Even the Immortal Master of the Enshrining Tower can't stop him."

"Is that a demon cultivator?"

"Tell the truth."

"I envy him."

"Can I?"

I don’t know if I am talking to the Zunhun Banner or myself.

Tu Shanjun sneered.

Everyone longs for a happy relationship, but few people can achieve it.

Neither can he, Tushanjun.

What's the use of just being envious? I also gave him the skills and the Yinhun Dan.

The road is right under your feet, just go and walk.

If you can't even take these steps.

I just lament the unfairness of fate and the misfortune of life, and will always be immersed in my own depression.

This life is just like this.

Tu Shanjun stood inside the Zunhun Banner and looked at Old Man Xiang.

He didn't speak.

Staring.

In the end, did Old Man Xiang fall here drunk and stop moving forward, or did he work hard to become stronger?

The choice is only in the hands of the parties themselves.

Tushanjun cannot help people make decisions.

The old man was drunk and swaying, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Just when he was about to get drunk.

The internal air circulates and all the alcohol evaporates.

The old man woke up.

He can't get drunk yet, let alone fall drunk here.

You can be depressed, but you can't be immersed in it.

Then light the fire kang, seal the courtyard door, and swallow the black beads.

A night of silence.

to early morning.

The rest of the month passed in the blink of an eye.

Nothing changed in Liang Du, but the news of the defeat in the north came back.

Continuous defeats.

It seems that no good news has been sent back for a long time.

This month is very difficult for the Gong Gong princes in the court.

For old man Xiang, every day is like a year.

The accumulation of internal energy is enough.

The viscera refining realm has reached its peak, and the internal energy circulation of the internal organs is endless.

In order to prevent the body from smelling bad, Old Man Xiang made a coffin out of simple bed board nails, put it in, and buried it in the cellar in the backyard.

He didn't want to do this, but he couldn't help it.

After the burial, he fell in front of the grave and cried.

Cry bitterly.

Like a lump in the throat.

Since then, he has spoken even less.

Every day he was either on duty as a jailer or returned home to swallow black beads.

Hard work pays off.

Finally, his inner energy was complete and he was on the verge of breakthrough.

There is still experience to learn from in order to become a first-class master.

But this is the first time that the day after tomorrow has returned to the day before.

Innate warriors who can rely on their own efforts to cultivate are very rare in the world.

By cultivating Xiantian, they have already embarked on the path of immortality, and they will no longer stay in the secular world.

Who doesn’t want to pursue immortality?

Innate ability can be transferred to Qi training, but it is not an ordinary Qi training.

Tu Shanjun doesn't have any good guidance. Others' experience is to use spiritual roots to sense Qi. After sensing Qi, use magical power to cleanse the body and meridians, and then cultivate to the first level of Qi training.

Nowadays, the return of the acquired energy to the innate state depends entirely on the filling of the inner energy and the hard work of water grinding. After the inner energy reaches the peak of the Dantian storage, it is transformed into mana.

Old man Xiang felt that he was about to break through.

The inner Qi in the Dantian is filled to the extreme, and the body has been polished to the peak of a mortal.

It only takes one final step to enter the innate realm.

The internal Qi in the meridians is rushing and the five internal organs are breathing.

The Tiger Roaring Technique is operating, and the eight extraordinary meridians are laid out and opened, guiding the inner energy of the Dantian.

Tu Shanjun inside the Zunhun Banner stared at Old Man Xiang sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Success or failure depends on this.

But Tu Shanjun knew that Old Man Xiang's success rate was actually less than 30%.

A broken arm causes defects in the meridians, preventing effective circulation of internal Qi.

It is also commonly known as the Great Zhoutian.

If you cannot perform the Great Zhou Tian, ​​you cannot open up the closed orifices in your body.

Others were able to keep Zhou Tian resting, but Old Man Xiang had part of Zhou Tian broken due to his broken arm.

If the internal Qi is congested in the meridians, it will easily prop up the meridians that are originally strong.

So much so that cracks and gaps appear.

If the meridians are unable to hold up, the quality of the internal Qi will be reduced, resulting in the inability to open the body's Great Zhoutian Guan.

Although it is not serious, at this critical moment, it is something that can kill people.

Once the meridians collapse and the inner qi loses control, the body will be severely damaged, causing internal injuries.

Serious internal bleeding will directly kill the warrior.

Even though he was a top-notch expert in the Zang-Refining Realm, if he tried to break through with such an injury, he would definitely die.

If the inner energy is completely forced out, the Great Zhoutian will be incomplete, and the orifice will not be opened due to insufficient stamina.

It will fail in the end.

So there is no rush.

At times like this, you can't be anxious.

Tu Shanjun was afraid that Old Man Xiang wouldn't understand the truth behind this, so he was anxious to break through and use strong medicine.

"There's no rush."

Tushanjun took a deep breath and whispered to himself.

Tushanjun looked nervously at Old Man Xiang who was doing his exercises.

Of course he hoped that Old Man Xiang could make a breakthrough.

Only by successfully breaking through to the old man can he have the opportunity to control the soul banner.

The Tiger Roar Kung Fu's skills and mental skills were completely unable to support the movement of internal energy, and huge internal energy rushed out from the Dantian crazily.

The originally widened meridians simply could not withstand the torrent of inner energy.

The meridians were the first to fail without completing the Great Zhoutian, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of the old man's mouth.

As soon as Tu Shanjun saw the old man's face and the blood at the corner of his mouth, he knew something was wrong.

"It's broken. The inner energy is too deep and huge, which actually affects the old man's breakthrough."

"If you wait a little longer, your meridians will burst."

Tushanjun frowned anxiously, thinking about a solution.

"Is it really necessary to give strong medicine and rush over in one go?"

It has already put a burden on the meridians, and it must either be eliminated or the circulation will be completed directly.

To complete the cycle, the congested internal Qi must be allowed to flow freely.

"Why don't you put another Yinhun pill?"

Tu Shanjun pondered over the feasibility of the method.

The blood at the corner of the old man's mouth has turned into a trickle, and his body is as red as a red-hot iron.

White smoke evaporates from the surface of the skin.

"Hey, how could I forget this?"

Tu Shanjun suddenly realized that he was stupid.

He thought about it many times, but nothing compared to the flash of inspiration at this moment.