Unknowingly, tears filled my eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his dantian, his inner breath suddenly stopped, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
You must know that when practicing internal strength, the biggest taboo is to use distractions for two purposes. Once distractions distract the inner breath, the meridians will be blocked and the skill will be greatly damaged. In the worst case, it will go crazy and vomit blood and die.
Qianmian Gongzi has been practicing this internal skill for twenty years, and has never gone wrong once. However, this time he encountered a huge danger. He felt that his inner breath was suffocating in his meridians, and his body gradually became stiff, and then The numbness extended along the meridians to the limbs, and the hands and feet were stiff.
He was shocked and wanted to open his mouth to scream for help, but found that he could no longer move his lips and tongue.
In fact, even if he did shout out, who could hear him on this dangerous peak, alone and alone
The Thousand-faced Young Master fell to the ground on his back. Now he only had two eyes to make his own decisions, but he stared blankly at the branches on the big tree on the roof without blinking his eyelids.
A situation like his can already be regarded as a precursor to obsession. If he forced his inner breath to circulate, it would only worsen the obsession.
But if he does nothing and allows the inner energy to slowly return to its original meridians, the symptoms will be greatly reduced and gradually disappear.
He lay there quietly for a while, the numbness in his limbs slowly fading away, and he gradually regained consciousness.
But he was still lying on the ground motionless, and all he saw was the shadow of a person dangling in front of him.
At that moment, he even had the idea of giving up on himself. Even if he went crazy, it would be death.
In fact, if you think about it, his life for more than twenty years has been really meaningless. Apart from killing people, he just kills people. There is no fun in his life.
What really made him feel alive, what made him thrilling and unforgettable, was that night in Yuezhou City.
The fire filled the sky and turned half of the sky red. He and she stood side by side on the top of the mountain, watching the battle below. The fire turned the sky red and also turned her face red.
Her eyes are brighter than the stars in the sky.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that South Vietnam's arrogant 100,000-strong army was actually defeated by Xichu's 3,000-man army, and became simply vulnerable.
Although he did not play in person, he still felt the manly blood rushing through his body, and his heart was extremely excited.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was a living person, a person with flesh and blood, blood and passion!
And the person who brought him back to life was none other than his deeply hated enemy!
Now, the battle is over, and his enemy has also perished. He suddenly feels that he has become a lonely person again in this vast world. Without passion and excitement, life has returned to dullness again. He has returned to Zixiao Pavilion. , Do we want to start over again the life of a recurring killing machine
That is really unbearable!
"No! I never want to live like that again!"
Young Master Qianmian suddenly shouted loudly, and at the same time, a carp jumped up from the ground. Before he knew it, his inner breath had returned to his meridians and started running normally.
He jumped out of the cabin and stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.