Tiandao doesn't work today

Yan Nu was hung in a square in Chashan Castle, his hands and feet were shackled by chains, his feet were three feet above the ground, and he was locked between two iron pillars in the shape of a cross.

Two strong men were beating him with whips with mocking expressions on their faces. The beatings left his skin and flesh bruised, his face, arms, and chest covered with blood, and the pain was so painful that he was dying.

However, Yan Nu was very tolerant, and he grunted a few times and allowed himself to be beaten and scolded.

He was still muttering: "Aweng...Aweng..."

However, no one paid attention to him. The two strong men just whipped hard. After a hundred whips, Yan Nu was already like a bloody man.

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

"This kid has practiced martial arts, so he can be whipped a hundred times! Use his true energy!" Manager Liao said coldly.

"okay!"

Then, the whip crackled again, making a sound like wind and thunder!

With such a harsh whip, Yan Slave was like a crawling flesh insect, causing the iron chain to rattle.

Manager Liao watched silently, with an indifferent expression.

What kind of recommendation should be given to the coach to serve the castle master? Chashan Castle lacks such people?

So what if he beats an untouchable handyman to death?

Originally, it was just a matter of giving him a hundred lashes and locking him up overnight. This guy can forge eighty kilograms of steel in one night, which is considered a talent.

But since he has practiced martial arts and has good qualifications, it will avoid trouble in the future, so he might as well die.

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

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

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

Yan Nu murmured: "I was busy and forgot."

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

Yan Nu didn't say anything. His wound was beaten repeatedly and the pain became severe.

But I don’t know why, even though an ordinary person would have died long ago after losing so much blood, he can continue to live with a small amount of blood. When the blood dries up, a little new blood will breed. All the internal organs are functioning normally, but the limbs are stiff. Just numb.

Shen Leling saw that he was not in good health and asked, "You still don't use kung fu to protect your body?"

"What is... movement and body protection?"

"..." Shen Leling was speechless. Is this someone who has practiced martial arts?

"That's right, what can a craftsman teach you? Thank you for being able to develop this kind of Qi!"

A monk in the spiritual stage can have psychic vision and telepathy, let alone the divine consciousness stage!

Shen Leling had long seen that Yan Nu had third-rate skills, but he had never undergone body tempering.

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

Before he finished speaking, Yan Nu said: "What is Dantian?"

"Ah?" Shen Leling's tone was a little confused: "You don't even know the Dantian? You are really good at practicing hammering!"

"It's a sledgehammer." Yan Nu said matter-of-factly.

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

She heard that Uncle Hong had been teaching Yan Nu some crude kung fu for several years, and she thought it was at least a serious way of thinking. But it turned out to be just a trivial kung fu of hammering and luck?

Uncle Hong is so old and has been working hard for who knows how many years, but his true energy is still very weak!

Yan Nu relied on this meager skill to reach this level in a few years, which is definitely an astonishing qualification!

"Kekeke... I didn't expect you to be a martial arts prodigy, Yan Nu'er..."

"If you practice a true secret skill, you may become a stunning warrior in time and can kill monks."

"Hee hee hee……"

As Shen Leling said that, he laughed strangely and didn't know what he was thinking.

When he came back to his senses, he found Yan Nu spurting out a large mouthful of blood. When he looked again, he found that his meridians had been severed by the force of the whip.

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

"Damn it, they interrupted your meridians! No, ordinary Qi body protection is no longer useful... I will teach you the "Emperor of Thailand's White Jade Sutra"!"

Shen Leling quickly used her spiritual consciousness to roam around in his body, but she had never learned how to use her spiritual consciousness to draw energy from other people's bodies. She could only transmit simulated feelings to Yan Nu...

"Quick, quick, quick! Carry the true energy and follow the route I pass on to you. It will not go through the meridians. It will be differentiated from the flesh and blood into acupoints all over the body! Finally, it will gather at Xuanji and Huagai!"

"Okay...you don't understand what acupuncture points are...it doesn't matter! Just follow my feelings and adjust them!"

Shen Leling simply broke it into pieces and taught the skills to Yan Nu. At this moment, Yan Slave could feel the auras surging throughout his body, dividing into sixteen lines, flowing at different rhythms and routes at the same time.

"Can you 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 death to temporarily operate such a profound skill.

You must know that this "Taihuang White Jade Sutra" is the practice of the Taishan Immortal Sect in the past, and it is the authentic Taoist cultivation book of the Eight Sutras.

When the Taishan Immortal Sect was destroyed, many classics were scattered among various forces, which later led to the emergence of some new sects in both the secular world and the outside world.

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

Among them, the Gao family in Pingcheng got several volumes of residual scriptures. Before Shen Leling ate the young master of the Gao family, he called him brother and brother, helped him temper his body, and exchanged many skills. This "Taihuang White Jade Sutra" is one of them.

Of course, what she got was only a small chapter about the 'body tempering' part of the 'Psychic Chapter', but in the world, it can definitely be regarded as a peerless magical skill.

"Huh?"

"Yes, yes! That's how it works! When you practice Qigong, you bring your own body protection. It also allows the true energy to nourish your internal organs, heal your muscles and bones, and protect your skin and flesh..."

Shen Leling could scan that the sea of ​​qi in Yan Nu's body was churning, surging in acupoints, meridians and even blood vessels all over the body, and it was running according to the route and order she delivered!

The true energy flows continuously, just like the flow of a river. They do not take ordinary paths and move through countless weak blood vessels.

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

Finally, at the Xuanji and Huagai acupoints, two cyclones, one yin and one yang, were condensed, one spinning left and the other spinning right, interdependent and pulling.

Repeatedly, the auras all over the body kept growing and flowing out. On the way into the cyclone, it nurtured Yan Slave's internal organs and protected his limbs.

At this point, the inner breath is long and the breathing is slow.

"You're not stupid! Sixteen channels of inner energy are working at the same time. I'm really afraid that you won't be able to do it!" Shen Leling was very happy to see that he succeeded.

"Papa papa!" With a whip, Yan Slave no longer added any blood stains.

But because there were so many blood marks on Yan Nu's body, the executioner couldn't tell the difference.

"Steward, the beating is over!" the executioner said with his hands in hand.

"Well, did you die?"

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

"Hey!" Manager Liao curled his lips. He didn't hear the cry for mercy, and it was quite boring, so he said: "Forget it, let's hang him here and show him to the public for three days!"

After saying that, he took the people away, leaving Yan Nu hanging like a dead man in the square, covered with bruises.

"Finally let's go..." Shen Leling chuckled: "Yan Nu'er, please use the method I taught you, it has its own healing effect... Well, the master of Chashan Castle has a secret room, sister, go there, tonight I’ll come back soon and bring you the elixir.”

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

"Keke, don't die!"

As he spoke, Yan Nuer felt a divine thought disappear from his mind.

He was now exhausted, unable to move, with numerous bloody wounds all over his body, and his organs, muscles and bones were seriously injured.

He could only close his eyes and rest his mind, silently performing the techniques taught to him by the monster.

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

That was the power he had been using for the past two days. Every time he used it up, he could replenish it by eating.

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

Every time a burst of old energy transformed into new energy, he felt comfortable all over!

So much so that he became obsessed with it and became extremely focused.

I don’t know how long it took, but all the old energy was gone, and the many acupoints were empty.

Then every acupoint was drawing strength from his flesh and blood, generating new inner breaths and flowing into the cyclone.

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

Not pain, but a slight emptiness.

This is very different from the feeling of comfort and blood boiling when the zhenqi was transformed before... Yan Nu prefers that boiling feeling.

"No, no, it makes me so drowsy that I'm about to fall asleep. How can I practice while I'm asleep?"

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

He was thinking to himself and immediately stopped practicing.

Yannu doesn't understand spiritual practice at all, and he doesn't know that this emptiness is what helps practitioners to "reach the extreme of emptiness, maintain tranquility and concentration" and immerse themselves in a state of concentration.

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

As soon as I stopped practicing the exercises, I naturally stopped healing, and the pain in my body gradually became clearer again.

"Sister Monster said she wanted me to practice martial arts to heal my injuries, but my hammer energy is gone. How should I practice?"

Then he thought of the two major cyclones: "I wonder if these two new waves of true energy can be used?"

Yan Nu tried to mobilize them, and sure enough, it worked, so it was extracted from the cyclone desperately, flowing along the previous route, moistening everywhere around the body.

Sure enough, this can also heal the injury, the pain immediately subsides, and the dried blood vessels gradually fill with fresh blood.

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

He continued to consume the cyclone like this until it was exhausted, and his injuries were already 10% or 20% better.

Not only that, when the last two pure breaths of the yin and yang cyclone dissipated, his body became even stronger!

This is more obvious than the previous effect of slowly moisturizing the body.

"I've lost all my energy! It's great!"

Yan Nu was just like when he was forging iron, his body was empty and there was no trace of true energy.

He was very satisfied and felt that he had practiced well.

So Shurun ​​smiled, tilted her head and looked at the moon, thinking about Aweng, and gradually fell asleep.

It was late at night.

A sneaky shadow, hunched over, approached the execution ground.

He looked left and right and saw that the warrior patrolling in the distance did not look over, so he pushed Yan Slave and called softly: "Yan Slave... Yan Slave!"

"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! Quick, eat first." Uncle Hong took out a few steamed cakes.

Yan Nu was hungry, Hululu ate all the food, and then worriedly said: "Uncle Hong, don't steal the cake next time, I can eat grass."

"Nonsense, you have to be extremely hungry to eat." Uncle Hong didn't believe 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 don't even know how to lie!" Uncle Hong sighed, saying that Yan Nu was afraid that he would be caught stealing the cake, so he learned to lie.

He caressed Yan Nu's injuries, and what he saw was shocking.

"Does it hurt?"

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

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

However, as soon as I exerted some force, I heard a ding, which was particularly clear in the dead of night.

Uncle Hong was so frightened that he quickly looked at the patrol team, but luckily he didn't notice it.

It can't be pried. The warriors have clear ears and eyesight. If you 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 a no-brainer.

"Son, please give in and beg the supervisor for mercy. He might let you go," Uncle Hong urged.

Yan Nu did not answer, but asked: "Uncle Hong, have you asked about Aweng's news?"

Uncle Hong had no choice but to lie: "I asked, I asked, your Aweng is still in the army. He is old and frail and only works in the rear. He has never been on the battlefield this year. Wait until Hu Man is repulsed , he came back."

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

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

"Okay! I remember!"

Uncle Hong then left with peace of mind, leaving Yan Nu to stay up one more night.

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p.s: Sorry.