Wen Leyang walked out of the big house in a daze. Xiao Yi ran over and took a bite of the carrot in his hand: "What did grandpa say?"
Wen Leyang shook his head and roughly recounted the life story of this Wen Lazi. Then he held his ancestor's notes and began to study them carefully. In the past, he was reciting them mechanically and did not read carefully at all, let alone ponder the insights between the lines. . WWw!QuANbEn-XiAoShUo!COm
Xiao Yi was also very curious about this strange ancestor. He leaned over his little head, which was still smelling of mountain flowers, and read the notes carefully with him.
In the following ten days, apart from eating and sleeping, Wen Leyang only read Wen Lazi's notes. The notebook is just a thin booklet, and it is written with a brush. The words are large and sparse, and there are not many words in total. Wen Leyang spent the first half of the year memorizing with his head down, and he has formed a habit in his thinking. Unknowingly, I basically memorized this book.
After reading it countless times, Wen Leyang finally let out a sigh of relief and carefully closed the note. He looked sideways at Xiao Yi and smiled, showing a pair of smooth and neat teeth: "I basically understand."
The little girl stretched hard and curled her lips: "I have understood it a long time ago, why did I have to look at it for so long! This ancestor is much stronger than you. When he was as old as you, he was already famous all over the world. ”
Wen Leyang couldn't laugh or cry: "How dare I compare with my ancestors? He passed the ten-year exam when he was thirteen. I almost didn't get into junior high school when I was thirteen."
Wen Xiaoyi chuckled.
Wen Leyang also laughed for a while: "In my opinion, Wen Lazi's ancestor did not intend to retreat when he first returned home. He just wanted to leave his experience of poisonous skills and poisonous techniques, but later he changed his mind. He is very talented. Zongheng is arrogant and does not want to be like his predecessors, so he wants to learn a great way to reach heaven from the Wen family's poisonous skills."
Wen Leyang understands the mood of Wen Lazi very well. It's not that he is too ambitious and does not know his own abilities, but the topic of cultivating the sky is really attractive to young people, especially those like Wen Lazi who are successful at a young age. He has become famous all over the world at a young age, and single-handedly took over the four major families. It seems that the martial arts skills in the world have no appeal to him, and the Wen family has left a cultivation background orally passed down from their ancestors. , It would be strange if Wen Lazi didn't think about a higher breakthrough.
Not to mention Wen Lazi, even Wen Leyang had this idea in his mind.
The little girl shrugged her shoulders: "It's not that easy." Wen, Miao, and Luo all thought that their skills could reach the heavens, but none of them had succeeded in so many years.
Wen Leyang shook his head with a smile: "So our ancestor has cultivated himself to death." After saying this, he felt that he was very disrespectful to his ancestors by saying this, so he quickly stretched out his hands and bowed to God.
Xiao Yi followed suit and muttered a few words about his ancestors, "Don't blame your ancestors" before continuing: "It's a pity that the technique he learned is too... too scary. You have to break the meridians first, and then use the wrong fist to force it." The scattered toxins gather again and re-forge the poisonous meridians. Once the meridians are broken, you will be a useless person. Moreover, the poison accumulated in them will also be dispersed into the body. "
"I'm convinced." He crawled out of Wen Leyang's chest with his head protruding, looked at the two teenagers who looked bored, wandered around and then got back in.
Wen Leyang nodded: "So he has spent decades making the wrong punch his instinct. He thought that after the meridians were broken, he would hit the wrong punch in the gap before the poison exploded to resolve the poison. The so-called forging The poisonous veins are actually to refine the poison directly into the blood and skin. It is not unreasonable for the old man to think so. The meridians are just a buffer, and the poisonous power is accumulated in them. After all, the power exerted is limited. If the poison is directly refined into the body, If it's the skin, that's the real way of refining poison into the body..."
As he spoke, Wen Leyang pondered for a moment, as if he was contemplating words, and finally gritted his teeth and said four words: "Become a saint!"
Xiao Yi looked at Wen Leyang in a daze, stretched out his little hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "Hey, hey, don't get carried away. I have read a lot of books, saying that those who cultivate heaven must first build a foundation. , causing the body to enter the body, etc., the cultivation is all about vitality and mind."
Wen Leyang's basic skills are average, but he is also a little clever. If he were really a fool, he would not be able to pass the ten-year exam. He would have been doing arithmetic with two stupid uncles long ago. Although the records in Wen Lazi's notebook were not very detailed, after careful consideration for a while, Wen Leyang also made a thorough guess at his original thoughts.
Only then did Wen Leyang come back to his senses and said with a smile: "We Wen family's poison skills cannot be practiced like this. Using poison to build the foundation is asking for death. That's why Wen Lazi's ancestors found another way. Those Taoist priests pay attention to starting from the inside out. , His old man must start from the outside in. If he can really use the wrong fist to reunite the poisonous meridians before the meridians are severed and the toxins explode and corrode the body, I’m afraid he might actually be able to become a saint physically!”
Wen Xiaoyi saw that he was getting more and more serious, and was afraid that he would follow this set of suicide techniques. He shook his head and said seriously: "No, there are too many contradictions. As soon as the meridians of our Wen family are severed, the poison will be dissipated immediately." Entering the body, there is no time to recover the poisonous power with a wrong punch; after the meridian is broken, the whole body has no strength and becomes a useless person. He can't even pick up chopsticks, let alone a wrong punch. Even Wen Lazi throws a wrong punch like that. Even if it becomes an instinctive reaction, it still can't catch up with the speed of the poison corroding the body." The little girl looked at Wen Leyang holding the "Incomplete **" left by Wen Lazi and seemed eager to try it. In desperation, she didn't even name her ancestors. You're welcome again.
Wen Leyang nodded helplessly, and for a moment he seemed to see hope again: "If you are like me, there are not many toxins accumulated in the meridians, even if the meridians are broken, the poison will not kill me immediately. As long as I can practice wrong Fist, should be able to gather the drama in time..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly squeezed into the depths of his eardrums. The fourth master came behind him at some point with his hands behind his back: "Idiots say, with your current cultivation level, you can't feel the meridians at all." existence, let alone self-severing meridians; when you find a poison recipe that suits you and your skills improve enough to be able to self-sever meridians, the poison accumulated in the meridians will be enough to turn you into a puddle of rotten flesh in a snap of your fingers. If it is External force, if I crush your meridians with one palm, all your internal organs will also be beaten to pieces. The skills left by the ancestor of Wen Lazi are not allowed to be mentioned again in the future."
"I'm convinced" seemed a little dissatisfied with the fourth master. He climbed on Wen Leyang's shoulder and shouted at the old man, showing off his power. Wen Leyang was so scared that Wen Leyang quickly grabbed it in his hand.
At this moment, there was a burst of light but somewhat chaotic footsteps in the red leaf forest. Dozens of men with solemn faces walked into the forest in a hurry, each two carrying a stretcher made of rattan. Covered from head to toe in thick black cloth. It was for a wretched middle-aged man, who looked thin, withered, and sly eyebrows. He looked like a weasel and turned into a spirit. If he was placed at the train station, he would definitely be a key target of the anti-pocket police.
Wen Leyang has been living in the woods for half a year and has almost never seen anyone come in. After being stunned for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked Xiao Yi: "Is he a dead person?"
Wen Xiaoyi also knew that something big had happened. He hid behind Wen Leyang with a pale face and replied in a low voice: "Yes, they left the forest a month before you came..."
There was still no expression on Mr. Wen Si's face. He stretched out his hand and pointed to his big house towards the group of people.
The wretched man waved to the person behind him: "Carry it in!"
With a bang, the door closed...
Half an hour later, the black wooden door opened again with a creaking sound, and the fourth master's voice came from the house: "Wen Leyang, come in."
Mr. Wen Le hadn't gone far at all. When he heard the greeting, he hurriedly agreed and ran into the big house. As soon as he crossed the threshold, a thick stench suddenly enveloped his whole body, from his nose and ears. , eyes and even 36,000 pores all over the body are drilled into the body.
Those strong men stood on the side of the big room with their hands tied. The stretchers were neatly placed on the ground. The black cloth had been removed, revealing the 'people' on the stretchers.
Except for one head, the entire body of the person lying on the stretcher had shriveled and collapsed. The flesh, blood and bones in the body had been completely drained, leaving only a layer of lustrous human skin.
However, every human head is complete except that it has no head, and its expression is smiling and satisfied, as if it is having a sweet dream in a sound sleep.
Wen Leyang slowly adjusted his breathing, trying hard to suppress the horror caused by the strange corpse and the internal organs churning with the stench. He walked up to Mr. Wen Si and bowed his head obediently to wait for instructions.
Mr. Wen Si didn't look at him at all, and his voice was as cold as ever: "I'm going away for a few days on business. When I'm not here, you will be in charge of everything in the house."
Wen Leyang was startled. He wanted to refuse but didn't dare. He hurriedly followed the fourth grandfather: "This... there are so many elders in the village..." In addition to the newly returned dead names, there are usually nearly a hundred people in the red leaf forest, responsible for each. There are three names: birth, old age and illness, but Wen Leyang has been here for half a year and has only spoken to Wen Xiaoyi and the Fourth Master.
Although the birth, old age, illness and death workshop belongs to the Wen family, the atmosphere is completely different from the Wen family village on the mountainside. The Wen family village is full of family members. They meet every day on weekdays. No matter how old or young they are, they love each other. However, the people in the workshop are not Knowing whether he couldn't speak or didn't bother to speak, except Wen Xiaoyi, everyone else ignored him at all. Even if Wen Leyang greeted him cheerfully, the other party would just treat him as air, and it would be considered polite if he didn't pass directly through his body. .
"The inner disciple of the Wen family is the master of the life, old age, sickness and death workshop. You will naturally take charge of it when I am away." Master Wen, the fourth master, hesitated for a moment, picked up a lighter-sized ruby box from the table, and handed it to Wen Leyang: "I'll keep this thing for you. If I don't come back within three months, you can give it to your great grandfather."
After speaking, the fourth master stood up, ignored him, and strode out of the house, followed by the dead man.
Wen Leyang quickly and carefully put the ruby box into his arms. His face was uneasy. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and he followed everyone step by step. He had never seen this thing before. It had just been placed on the fourth master's table. It looked like it should have been brought back by this group of dead-branded people.
In addition, under the ruby box, there is a newspaper with a striking headline: A mysterious ancient cave has been discovered deep in Mount Emei. However, Wen Leyang didn't have time to take a closer look and ran out of the house with the Fourth Master.
Mr. Wen Si walked to the edge of the forest and suddenly stopped: "Why didn't you use some Qingfeng Powder in the house just now?" Qingfeng Powder is a medicine that the Wen family always keeps with them. It can get rid of stench, clear the heart and moisturize the lungs, and has some detoxification effects.
Wen Leyang answered honestly: "I have to remember that smell."
A rare smile appeared on Mr. Wen Si's face. He nodded and stepped forward again. A group of people with a dead body followed closely behind him.
"Go back, remember three months. If I don't come back during this period, you are not allowed to leave the forest even half a step!" When the voice came, Master Wen Si had already led the people and disappeared outside the forest.
Fourth Grandpa is gone, and the life, old age, illness and death are temporarily left to him
Wen Leyang tried to shout in a low voice: "Come here!"
No one paid attention to him. After a moment, a pair of cold hands suddenly grabbed his arm from behind. Wen Lejiang looked back and saw that Xiao Yi's face was pale and he was already unsteady on his feet. His long eyelashes were trembling, and there was a look of pain in his clear eyes. (Quanben Novel Website www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)