The falling black beads hit Wen Yue's thigh.
It hit him until he was stunned.
Quickly picked it up and took a look.
The beads are round and deep, like cold jade, and are about the size of an egg.
Wen Yue was filled with excitement and swallowed with slight trembling.
"real!"
The voice suddenly became louder.
Just like what was said in the letter to Baihu, a black bead appeared after the inner energy was input.
If what superstition said was true, then he would have the opportunity to heal his broken leg that was injured by sneaking through the purification and cutting of the marrow after entering the realm of the immortal master.
The opportunity to change your life is right in front of you.
How could you not be moved by it?
Maybe the black pill in his hand is his future destiny.
"If it is true, you can pay any price."
Wen Yue gritted his teeth and swore.
He picked up the secret letter again. The letter detailed the method of swallowing the beads, as well as some precautions, which could greatly avoid him taking detours.
And clearly told Wen Yue the risks of swallowing this pill.
The risk is extremely high.
After being excited, Wen Yue's complexion gradually calmed down.
His eyes didn't flinch at all and were extremely firm.
Instead of lying here with a life worse than death, it is better to give it a try.
If you succeed, you will succeed. If you fail, you will not leave any regrets.
"On the ninth day of the lunar month, light the fire kang."
Chujiu quickly checked Wen Yue's pulse. Could it be that his young master was confused because he was too seriously injured?
In this season, if you light a fire kang, wouldn’t it suffocate people to death?
"Sir, are you confused? If you light a fire on this day, you will steam people to death."
"Listen to me and light the fire kang."
"I still want to practice. No one can come in without my permission."
Chujiu wanted to continue, but seeing Wen Yue's unwavering eyes, he didn't persuade her.
Now that Wen Yue has made up his mind, he will execute it.
When my son can't stand it anymore, he will naturally stop.
In fact, he no longer felt that there was any chance of recovery.
This is not an ordinary injury, but caused by sneakiness.
Not even the immortal master in the worship building can cure him, and no matter how well he recovers, he will become a cripple.
There has never been a lame prince in the world.
If the Hou Mansion loses a second wife, a healthy and good-looking person from the clan may be adopted as the heir apparent.
It fully reflects that no one is important in this world. Even if it is his own son, the old Marquis can only save Wen Yuegou's life and will never receive the treatment he once had.
So for Wen Yue, Chujiu can just go along with it now.
It just feels like the tea in the Hou Mansion has gone cold before anyone left.
If he hadn't caused a big fuss to Baihu, the prince would still be struggling in the dilapidated thatched cottage in the backyard.
The smoke was burning, and the fire was finally lit on the ninth day of the lunar month.
The steaming heat is particularly noticeable in this weather.
The floor heating and the kang work together.
Wen Yue intuitively felt that the temperature in the bedroom was increasing rapidly.
He endured the pain and sat cross-legged.
The wound opened, and traces of blood soaked the white underwear legs.
Tu Shanjun saw clearly that Wen Yue was indeed a man. Even though the veins on his forehead were throbbing in pain, he could still start to perform the exercises as if no one was watching, soothe his breathing and adjust the direction of the internal energy in his meridians.
"If you can't bear even this little pain, what's the big deal?"
Although I appreciate it, for Tu Shanjun, Wen Yue has not even taken the first step, and he still needs to see more.
The Yinhun Dan entered his belly.
The huge spiritual power contained in it suddenly turned into a cold current and rushed towards the limbs and bones. Even the wounds that were originally opened were covered with a thin layer of light frost.
"call!"
He spat out the cold air, directly dissipating the heat around him.
The contrast between hot and cold kept Wen Yue's body temperature at a stalemate, preventing his body from freezing in the cold.
It takes time for Qi practitioners to digest the Yin Soul Pill. If it is taken many times in a row, it will also be eroded by the Yin evil spirit, let alone ordinary people without magic power.
Inner Qi does have the properties of mana, but inner Qi is just internal Qi, and warriors are not Qi practitioners.
Xiang Hu, a second-rate master of the Broken Bone Realm, also almost died the first time he swallowed the Yin Soul Pill.
Wen Yue's face was covered with frost, and light blue light swam under his skin.
Chujiu stood guard at the door, waiting for Wen Yue's call.
Half an hour had passed, and the fire pit and floor heat were still burning, but there was no sound of Wen Yue calling from inside the house.
Another hour passed.
Chujiu was already anxious. There had been no news for such a long time, which inevitably made him think wildly. If something happened, he wouldn't be able to run away.
He looked worried, but he didn't dare to push the door in hastily.
If it ruins the young master's important affairs, it would be a huge injustice.
I could only pace back and forth in front of the courtyard like an ant on a hot pot, and pray that no one would come to see the young master for something at such a critical moment.
I don’t know whether it was the prayers that had an effect, or whether the Hou Mansion itself was in a gloomy state, and no one came to light the cold stove.
So it's very quiet from afternoon to evening.
This made Chujiu who was guarding the door slightly relaxed, but also felt that there was a gap.
It wasn't until the moon reached the treetops that there was any movement in the room.
Without any hesitation, he walked in quickly. Seeing the young master sitting cross-legged, Chujiu was shocked and hurried over to help him: "Young Master, be careful to open the wound."
As he said that, he looked at the injury on his leg.
The legs of the white underwear were mingled with blood. Not to mention the wounds, the whole leg was as hard as if it had been frozen.
I poured a basin of boiled hot water, moistened the trouser legs little by little to soften them, and finally used scissors to cut off the whole piece.
Only then did Tushanjun see Wen Yue's leg injury.
It was obviously bitten by something, and you could still see two large holes above it.
Without even thinking about it, the calf bone was broken.
This is a penetrating injury to the leg bone, which would undoubtedly leave a lifelong disability on an average person's body.
There is still a long-lasting evil spirit lingering next to the holes on both sides.
The dressing was changed, bandaged again, and then fixed with bamboo boards.
Wen Yue's tense mind relaxed and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, he relied solely on his strength to support his body.
Now I can finally have a good rest.
Fortunately, the reward was great. The inner Qi in his Dantian was 30% deep, and this black pill was worth his two or three years of hard work.
It is simply a rare treasure of heaven and earth.
The so-called inner secret medicine, Tianshan Snow Lotus for ten years, can only increase the internal energy for a few months.
This black pill is worth several ten-year-old Tianshan snow lotus.
Moreover, Wen Yue could feel that he had wasted a lot of spiritual energy. If he absorbed it all, he could reach a higher level.
There is nothing he can do about this. His basic strength is there and he cannot completely absorb the black pill.
Xiang Hu's letter did not explain where the pill came from. He only told him that he could get it by sending his inner energy into the soul flag. Basically, he could get one every day.
This is also the normal amount to be absorbed. If it is too much, it will be harmful rather than beneficial.
Regardless of whether he can heal his leg in the end, Wen Yue finally sees the way to continue to become stronger.
After the bones are forged, the internal organs are refined, and then, the day after tomorrow, the innate master returns to his innate state.
Even if he is a lame master, he is still a master, not a master.
With a feeling of uneasiness but a little peace in the chaos, Wen Yue fell into a drowsy sleep.
The Zunhun banner and the dagger under his pillow were pressed together.
This chapter has been completed!