The moment the Jinglong Drum suddenly sounded, Chu Tian woke up from his dream.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be covered with a thick layer of paste. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyelids.
In shock, Chu Tian stretched out his hands and grabbed a fistful of his face. The movement of his arms also became much sluggish. Chu Tian felt that his arms seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dead skin. When his arms moved, the dead skin broke open and made a dull sound.
His fingertips encountered a thick layer of scab on his face. Chu Tian grabbed it hard, and a thick layer of scab rose up from his hand, and his eyelids quickly opened.
Yi Gulu stood up, Chu Tian lowered his head and glanced at himself, and immediately frowned. His whole body was covered with a layer of soybean-thick blood shell. The black and light red blood shell smelled fishy, and there was also a foul stench that made Chu Tian almost faint.
With a casual touch on his chest, the small jade pillow that had been hanging on the silver chain on his chest for eighteen years really disappeared as if in a dream. Chu Tian looked down at the empty silver chain on his chest in a daze. After being silent for a while, he opened the back window and rushed out of the house.
He walked out of the house along the back door of the martial arts arena and followed the path submerged in vegetation to the riverside. Chutian carefully stood in the river water up to his knees and cleaned the blood scabs on his body bit by bit.
The thick blood scab turned into a turbid sewage and merged into the river water, and disappeared after a few rolls.
At this time, Chu Tiancai didn't care enough to feel the changes in his body. He stood in the river, closed his eyes slightly and concentrated, and felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation all over his body.
It's like a porter who is climbing a mountain and has left behind a heavy load of thousands of kilograms. It's like the bird in the shell has finally broken through the thick eggshell. It's like the seed has finally broken through the seed coat. A little green sprout is swaying in the breeze. I feel the world. of sunshine and rain.
Relaxed, free, carefree, joyful, a kind of great joy and joy that comes from the heart and comes from every cell. Chutian opened his arms as if to embrace the entire White Python River, stretching his body as hard as he could.
A wave of hot air rose from the Dantian and instantly flowed through all the meridians in the body.
Chu Tian was suddenly greatly frightened, and the heat in his dantian was the result of all his hard work over the years. He laid an ambush at Honggu's place and used Honggu's sky ruler to measure his cultivation. He only had the standard eighty-year Wuyuan cultivation.
In fact, Chu Tian's real Wuyuan cultivation level has reached one hundred and eighty years, which is exactly the Wuyuan level of three Jiazi.
With Sanjiazi's cultivation level, the eight meridians of the Chutian Qi Meridian and the twelve main meridians have only been partially opened, and the infiltration and opening of the nearby collateral meridians have not yet occurred. Every day when he was practicing Qigong, Wu Yuan would feel a great sense of obscurity or even tingling when he passed by the eight extraordinary meridians, the twelve main meridians, and the collateral meridians that had not yet been opened.
At this moment, Wu Yuan is continuously growing in the Dantian, like a hot spring flowing smoothly and unusually throughout the body, reaching whatever you want and reaching everything.
The meridians in Chutian's body were like bright silver spacious tunnels, all of which were opened and unobstructed without any obstruction. Wu Yuan shuttled comfortably through these meridians, and in just one-fifth of a quarter of an hour, he completed a complete movement of the Great Zhoutian.
In the past morning classes, Chutian would spend a full quarter of an hour on an incomplete large-scale transfer.
Bits of cool air continued to penetrate into the body along the skin. As the Wu Yuan flowed through the meridians of the body, the cool air naturally blended into the Wu Yuan. After circulating in the Dantian for three times, it turned into one's own cultivation and settled down. .
This feeling was that compared to Chu Tian who concentrated on practicing after taking the "Leopard Fetus Pill", the power of the Leopard Fetus Pill continued to accumulate and his rapid growth in skills was only half as slow.
"What is your origin?"
Chu Tian stood naked in the river, his fingers firmly grasping the silver chain on his chest.
The little jade pillow has disappeared, and the "Jiang Kui" in the dream has also disappeared. As for the "I" in "Jiang Kui's" mouth, Chu Tian has no idea what kind of person he is.
"I" personally refined the jade pillow and set such a harsh inheritance test. After nine generations of single inheritance and eighteen years of nightmare torture, the "Jiang Kui" in the dream should be said to be the incarnation of the jade pillow. He He faithfully fulfilled the test conditions set by "I" and finally selected Chu Tian, the lucky man.
He didn't leave any nonsense behind, nor did he have any doubts or cross-examinations about Chu Tian. After he left behind an inheritance of unknown origin, it disappeared like his little pillow, leaving nothing that had ever existed. Clues.
"You are not a 'martial arts' inheritance, but you have turned me into something like the 'Tianwu body' mentioned by Father Tiger. The meridians throughout the body are smooth, and practicing kung fu is twice the result with half the effort. This is just an incidental effect of yours. So, the original copy of the inheritance you left behind, and How earth-shattering and glorious it is throughout the ages?”
Chu Tian looked at the flowing water of the White Python River, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly smiled heartily, focusing all his attention on the center of his eyebrows.
In the boundless gray fog, in a circular space about ten feet in diameter, a simple gray-white stone lamp was quietly suspended in the middle.
The shape of the stone lantern is extremely simple. The upper lamp is a palm-sized shallow round bowl, the lower is a column as thick as a thumb, and the lower is a small round platform base. The entire lamp is one foot and two inches high, with the lamp in the middle. The lamp, smaller than a mung bean, burned quietly.
Above the small mung bean-sized lights, thousands of thumb-sized gold urn medals with dragon heads, phoenix tails, and dragon heads were quietly suspended.
These golden urn seals were something Chu Tian had never seen or heard before. Rather than saying they were some kind of handwriting, they were more like some kind of mysterious crystallization of wisdom, some kind of exquisite artwork, or some kind of projection of the great path directly projected into the soul.
Each golden urn seal begins with a lifelike golden dragon head. The exquisite, slender, and meticulous dragon head is like a living creature. The dragon's eyes open and close, the dragon's whiskers sway, and there are traces of golden light and purple gas spraying from the dragon's mouth. Out, the end is amazing.
The last stroke of the Jinlu Divine Seal must be one, two, or three, up to nine vermilion phoenix tails. The main color of the phoenix tail is vermilion, and there are faint lights of seven colors lingering around the edges. If you look carefully, each phoenix tail is like a living creature swaying gently, and the breath it exudes is mysterious and simple, making people unconsciously immersed in it.
The body of the golden seal between the dragon head and the phoenix tail is made of gold and red that penetrate and merge with each other, and the golden and red colors shine brightly.
No matter how many strokes there are on the body of the Jinlu Divine Seal, they are not flat fonts, but three-dimensional characters with a complex structure. The ingenious and beautiful golden urn medals were suspended quietly in front of Chu Tian. Each golden urn medal seemed to hide a great secret.