"Who did it?"

Shizhu stood up and quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He came out of the refugee camp.

Alone.

As he grows up, the best thing for him is Old Man Xiang.

She doesn't come to the house for dinner once or twice. She treats Sister-in-law Xiang like her own mother.

He even taught Xiang Wen all his skills.

Why, after not seeing each other for a few days, have we become separated forever?

The old man opened his eyelids and looked at the two corpses parked in the inner hall. He remained silent for a while and then spoke: "I have destroyed the Wild Dog Gang."

"Who ordered it?" Shi Zhu was furious and started to slap the case.

The face will turn red when the internal energy is filled.

But the old man did not tell him, but said: "Let's put some incense on it."

After drinking, the stone pillars were already stained with the smell of alcohol.

During the dinner, they did not ask who instigated it, nor did they say any words of comfort. They just told the old man Xiang that if he wanted revenge, he must be counted among them.

No need to say anything, just greet you.

The two of them drank until they were tipsy.

He offered incense to the stone pillar, bowed before him, and then left the courtyard gate.

The sky was dark and the night was vast, and the bright moon in the clouds obscured the figure.

It also made the vast land a lot darker.

I drank from the old man under the moon while my wife and children lay quietly on the bed.

The soul flag is placed in front of the table.

Raise your glass of wine, look out the window at the vast sky and earth, and see the hazy moonlight, and respect your wife, children, and yourself.

His eyes are bright, like burning dead wood, blooming with light.

"Magic weapon, sometimes I really don't understand whether it is humans or ghosts who are more scary."

"I heard that that demon cultivator had his whole family wiped out, stormed into the county governor's house, and killed the county governor on the spot."

"Man, I'm so happy!"

"Even the Immortal Master of the Enshrining Tower can't stop him."

"Is that a demon cultivator?"

"Tell the truth."

"I envy him."

"Can I?"

I don't know if I am talking to the Soul Flag or to myself.

Tu Shanjun laughed out loud.

Everyone longs for a happy relationship, but few people can achieve it.

Neither can he Tushanjun.

What's the use of just being envious? I also gave him the skills and the Yinhun Dan.

The road is right under your feet, just go and walk.

If you can't even take these steps.

I just lament the unfairness of fate and the misfortune of life, and will always be immersed in my own depression.

This life is just like this.

Tu Shanjun stood inside the Zunhun Banner and looked at Old Man Xiang.

He didn't speak.

Staring.

In the end, did Old Man Xiang fall here drunk and stop moving forward, or did he work hard to become stronger?

The choice lies only in the hands of the parties involved.

Tushanjun cannot help people make decisions.

The old man was drunk and swaying, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Just when he was about to get drunk.

The internal air circulates and all the alcohol evaporates.

The old man woke up.

He can't get drunk yet, let alone fall drunk here.

You can be depressed, but you can't be immersed in it.

Then light the fire kang, seal the courtyard door, and swallow the black beads.

A night of silence.

to early morning.

The rest of the month passed in the blink of an eye.

Nothing changed in Liangdu, but the news of the defeat in the north came back.

Continuous defeats.

It seems that no good news has been sent back for a long time.

This month is very difficult for the Gong Gong princes in the court.

For old man Xiang, every day seems like a year.

The accumulation of internal energy is enough.

The state of refining the viscera has reached its peak, and the internal circulation of the internal organs is endless.

In order to prevent the body from smelling bad, the old man made a coffin out of simple bed board nails, put it in, and buried it in the cellar in the backyard.

He didn't want to do this, but he couldn't help it.

After the burial, he fell in front of the grave and cried.

Cry bitterly.

Like a lump in the throat.

Since then, I have become less talkative.

Every day he either works as a jailer or returns home to swallow black beads.

Hard work pays off.

Finally, his inner energy was complete and he was on the verge of breakthrough.

There is still experience to follow in order to become a first-class master.

But this is the first time that the day after tomorrow has returned to the day before.

Innate warriors who can rely on their own efforts to cultivate are very rare in the world.

Those who have achieved innate cultivation have already embarked on the path of immortality, and they will no longer remain in the secular world.

Who doesn’t want to pursue immortality?

It is possible to practice qi innately, but it is not an ordinary qi practice.

Tu Shanjun doesn't have any good guidance. Other people's experience is to use spiritual roots to sense Qi. After sensing Qi, use magic power to cleanse the body and meridians, and then cultivate to the first level of Qi training.

Nowadays, the return of the acquired energy to the innate state depends entirely on the filling of the inner energy and the hard work of water grinding. After the inner energy reaches the peak stored in the Dantian, it is converted into mana.

Old Man Xiang felt that he was about to break through.

The inner Qi in the Dantian is filled to the extreme, and the body has been polished to the peak of a mortal.

It only takes one final step to enter the innate realm.

The internal Qi in the meridians is rushing and the five internal organs are breathing.

As the Tiger Roaring Kung Fu operates, the eight extraordinary meridians are laid out and opened, leading to the inner Qi in the Dantian.

Tu Shanjun inside the Zunhun Banner stared at Old Man Xiang sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Success or failure depends on this.

But Tu Shanjun knew that Old Man Xiang's success rate was actually less than 30%.
To be continued...