Can you leave? Can you leave
Wu Dongfang stood up, walked to the door and opened the door. A strong wind blew into his face with snowflakes. East winds are not uncommon in spring, but there are few strong winds. Only strong winds can inflate paragliders on the flat ground. If you miss today's Chances are, it will be difficult to have this kind of weather again in the future.
"Close the door quickly." The old man who was writing covered the oil lamp with his hand.
Wu Dongfang closed the door, turned around and walked to the wooden table, "When can I finish writing?"
The old man looked up at Wu Dongfang, "Are you leaving today?"
"There is east wind and snow. If you can only walk during the day, this is a rare opportunity." Wu Dongfang said.
"If I guessed correctly, there should be a zombie with deep roots in the stone tower. It will detect any living creature leaving here. If it is night, it will come out to chase it." The old man said.
"Why are there zombies here?" Wu Dongfang took a breath of cold air.
"If there had been no zombie suppression, ghosts would have been everywhere here, and ghosts would have been crying during the day." The old man said.
"I didn't expect such a thing to exist. When can you finish writing it?" Wu Dongfang asked. The old man used cinnabar instead of charcoal sticks today. The pen was a sharpened chopstick with a hair tip, and the paper was leftover from making a paraglider. Under the linen.
The old man thought for a moment and said, "Before dawn."
"Are you ready for the things you want me to take away?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"No need to prepare," the old man said.
"Okay, write it quickly." Wu Dongfang returned to the corner and sat down. He had been living in a remote corner of the Jin tribe before, and this time he was caught and locked up here. He has done nothing else for more than half a year since he came back. He's grounded and imprisoned, let's go, we can't stay in this hellish place anymore.
"Give me some cinnabar," the old man said.
Wu Dongfang just sat down and then stood up. He took a pottery bowl and mixed half a bowl of cinnabar for the old man and put it on the table.
"What did you write?" Wu Dongfang frowned and looked at the old man's handwriting on the cloth. It was crooked and he had not graduated from the first grade.
"There's not enough time, I said, you write." The old man handed the chopsticks to Wu Dongfang.
Wu Dongfang sat down and found that the old man had written a piece of writing in half a night. It was less than 200 words and full of typos. This was a method of spiritual practice. Typos could kill people.
"Start from the beginning." Wu Dongfang threw the piece of linen with the words on it into the brazier.
"You, you..." The old man stamped his feet angrily.
"Speak quickly." Wu Dongfang picked up his pen.
The old man dictated it, and Wu Dongfang recorded it. When Wu Dongfang met someone who didn't understand, he would ask questions. The Mu people's Qi training method also requires meditation and breathing, but they don't follow the Ren and Du meridians, but the Liver in the twelve meridians. Sutra, has nothing to do with the Jin clan's Ren and Du second line, wind, horse and ox. The only thing that is the same as the Jin clan is that the absorbed wood spiritual energy is also stored in the sea of qi in the lower abdomen.
Memorizing the breathing method and the seventeen acupoints where wood spiritual energy circulates means remembering the wood spiritual energy training method. The wood spiritual energy obtained through breathing is directly stored in the sea of qi, because the wood wizards are all of pure wood blood. , so what is absorbed is pure wood spiritual energy, and does not require any tempering, because other spiritual energy and turbid energy have been filtered out when breathing in and absorbing.
The practice method is very simple, but the spells are very complicated. There are a lot of incantations and various fingering techniques. The Mu clan is also divided into Shangchu, Shangxu, Shangxuan, Yuchu, Yuxu, Yuxuan, Taichu, Taixu and Taixuanjiu. Each level has a kind of spell. When the wood spiritual energy in the body accumulates to a certain level, it will automatically enter a higher level. In the process of accumulating spiritual energy, if the spiritual energy is consumed, it will slow down the advancement. Speed, but once the advancement is successful, even if the spiritual energy is used up, it will not go back. This is the same as the Jin clan. To put it bluntly, ninety-nine can be reduced to ten, and one hundred can never be reduced to ninety-nine.
"Don't you have any more powerful spells?" Wu Dongfang asked casually while recording. The nine spells of the Wood Clan are all very peaceful. Even the attacks are mostly focused on trapping. There are very few killing spells. On the contrary, There are many spells to save people, there are several, the whole Red Cross.
"The Mu Clan is peaceful and kind, and they don't like killing." The old man shook his head and said.
"Are the Fire Tribe people very bad-tempered?" Wu Dongfang asked. The folk customs of the five tribes are likely to be directly related to their own Five Elements attributes.
"It can't be said that they are violent. I can only say that they are very violent and their magic is good at killing and destroying." The old man said.
"Them?" Wu Dongfang tilted his head and looked at the old man sitting on the bed holding the wine jar.
"The Green Dragon and White Tiger are male, and the Xuanwu Suzaku is female," the old man said.
"What do you mean?" Wu Dongfang didn't understand.
"Although all wizards of the five tribes are male and female, the Qinglong Celestial Master of the Wood Clan and the White Tiger Celestial Master of the Jin Clan are both men, while the Xuanwu Celestial Master of the Water Clan and the Suzaku Celestial Master of the Fire Clan are always women," the old man explained.
"How could this happen?" Wu Dongfang asked curiously.
"It has always been like this. Due to the limitations of their bloodline, the witches of the Wood tribe are unable to practice the two spells unique to Master Qinglong. The same is true for the other three tribes," the old man said.
"You mean that even if I learn the spells of the four tribes, I can only use the four top spells of the Wood Tribe and the Gold Tribe? I will never be able to practice the four top spells of the Water Tribe and the Fire Tribe?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"You can't learn any of them, why are you still thinking about four?" The old man glanced at Wu Dongfang.
"I'm just asking." Wu Dongfang said.
"Men cannot practice Suzaku Xuanwu's unique magic. If you must learn it, you can try to castrate yourself." The old man said with a smile.
Wu Dongfang was not in the mood to argue with the old man and asked again, "What are the two spells of Master Suzaku?"
The old man took a sip of wine, put down the wine jar and lay down, "We'll talk about it later, go to sleep, we can still sleep for a while."
"What do you mean?" Wu Dongfang asked.
The old man raised his finger and pointed at the door. Wu Dongfang stood up, walked to the door and opened the door. My uncle, the wind has stopped and there is only snow left.
Naturally, we can't leave when the wind stops. Since we can't leave, we can only stay for a while.
He would definitely be disappointed if he couldn't leave, but he wasn't too disappointed. He still had an agreement with Yamiao. If he left now, not only would he not be able to get the Tu Clan's cultivation methods, but he would also be deceived.
The next morning, Wu Dongfang was sleeping when the door was kicked open.
Wu Dongfang woke up and found Yun Zhu standing at the door, followed by a group of soldiers.
Wu Dongfang felt guilty as a thief and first thought whether his escape plan had been leaked.
"Old Xiazi, come with me quickly." Yun Zhu shouted loudly.
When Wu Dongfang heard this, he felt relieved, they were not here to arrest him.
"You go too." Yun Zhu looked at Wu Dongfang again.
"Great wizard, what happened?" The old man came over.
"Madu is about to die. I have no choice. You go and have a look." Yunzhu said.
"Wizard Yunzhu, is Madu sick?" Wu Dongfang asked. Madu was the name of the officer who partnered with Yunzhu. Although there were officers at this time, there was no clear rank. Without a clear title, it was very confusing.
"I'm starving to death, you two go take a look." Yun Zhu shouted to the old man who was packing his things, "Don't take it, there is everything there, hurry up and leave."
The old man and Wu Dongfang had no choice but to follow Yun Zhu towards the military camp in the north.
"Great wizard, what's wrong with the horse leader?" the old man asked.
Wu Dongfang pricked up his ears in a hurry. Yun Zhu said that Madu was starving to death. This was the same as a rich man going bankrupt.
"Do you still remember those pigs sent by Tianshi Mansion?" Yun Zhu asked.
"Remember, remember." The old man nodded repeatedly.
"This guy is seeking death. He ate half of his head. These days he doesn't eat. His belly is as big as a skin drum and he is so thin that he has lost his human shape." Yunzhu said.
"It's been more than half a month, hasn't the horse leader eaten anything?" the old man asked.
"How can he eat if he can't urinate? I've given all the medicine I need to give. It can only make him pee but not poop. His belly is getting bigger day by day. It's already this big." Yunzhu stretched out his hands to make a big belly sign. .
"You deserve it." Wu Dongfang cursed.
"Great wizard, have any other wizards been there?" the old man asked.
"What are they going to do about our business?" Yun Zhu glared.
"Yes, yes." The old man nodded again.
Wu Dongfang was listening clearly. Yun Zhu was afraid that other wizards would laugh at his poor medical skills, so he didn't ask for help from other wizards.
The two followed Yun Zhu to the northern military camp. There were two military camps on the island. This was the main camp. The one guarding the exit in the northeast was the deputy camp. The soldiers there were on duty.
Several officers in the main camp lived next to each other. The other officers must have told their partner wizards about Madu's situation. If the other wizards didn't come, Yunzhu would pretend that they didn't know.
There are various kinds of herbs piled up in the room, and there are many fragments of medicine jars on the ground. It goes without saying that Yunzhu often threw the jars angrily during this period. Madu was lying on the bed, so thin that he had a big belly. The woman who gave birth to twins still had a big belly, and her arms and legs were skinny and skinny.
The old man went over to check his pulse, look at his eyes, pick his mouth, and look at his tongue. When he was done, he said, "Great wizard, you are very precise in administering the medicine. Logically speaking, the medicine should cure the disease."
When Yun Zhu heard this, he felt very comfortable. He was obviously smiling but pretended to be sad, "Oh, I don't know what the problem is. If it doesn't work, I can only cut open my stomach and scoop out the shit."
Madu was lying on the bed half dead with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes suddenly when he heard Yunzhu's words. He was too weak to speak and could only hum.
"It's because the stomach is replenished with food. If it's choked, it can't be eaten. If it's blocked, it can't be moved upward. If the medicine can't be administered, the only option is surgery." The old man nodded in agreement.
Upon hearing this, Madu became even more panicked and kept humming.
"Since I administered the medicine very accurately, you are no longer needed here. Go back." Yun Zhu waved his hands to the two of them.
The old man hurriedly pulled Wu Dongfang and escaped.
"What are you still doing? Boil a pot of water." Yun Zhu shouted to several soldiers in the room.
The two left the camp, and Wu Dongfang finally couldn't help laughing, "What disease does this guy have?"
"Just like the woman I rescued last time, she is depressed." The old man also smiled.
"Why isn't that woman pregnant?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"The woman's stomach is filled with bark and wood, while his stomach is filled with rotten meat. The rotten meat will swell," the old man said.
"You can poop on him again." Wu Dongfang joked.
"If you don't give it, he's not a good guy. He'll just hold it in until he dies." The old man shook his head repeatedly.
"Are you afraid that he will hit you after he recovers?" Wu Dongfang laughed.
The old man tilted his head and glanced at Wu Dongfang, "Walk slower and listen to the noise."
"What's going on?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"His stomach is full of stench, and it will explode if the knife is applied..."