After Zibaishu obtained this mental method from the Zangyue Tower of the Zhao family, under the attribute panel, in just a few days, he had practiced the Fetal Breathing Chapter to the point of great success.
Even if we are away from perfection, it is only one step away.
Because of this, he had to worry about practicing and his subsequent mental skills.
Xie Danqiu once vaguely mentioned that the "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" was passed down from the Xie family, and even the two enshrinements to Zhao Xiu and Zhao Zhou came from the Xie family.
I have asked Xie Fanjing openly and secretly several times, but she just looked blank, as if she had never heard of it.
From childhood to adulthood, she only practiced the "Commentaries on the Twelve Brahma Sutras", whether it was mental skills or martial arts.
108 attribute points, nearly half of the 230 points required for perfection.
It's not that Bai Shu has never thought about changing his mind method. The only way is to abolish the whole body's true energy and start from scratch, and secondly...
The corners of Yang Shixuan's mouth turned up, and a smile appeared in the eyes of the man with a sad face. He seemed to see clearly what Bai Shu was thinking.
"Fortunately you are quite smart, otherwise, no one can save you."
Ignoring Bai Shu who was silent on the side, Yang Shixuan spoke to himself:
"The origin of the "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" is by no means simple. I don't know where you got it from. To be honest, if I were you, I'd better get rid of it now."
"As for my thoughts after that, I don't have any idea."
Bai Shu was stunned on the spot after hearing this, and felt a little distracted for a moment.
Do you really want to go to the Xie family to beg her, or should you just change your mind and practice it yourself?
When Bai Shu was in confusion, Yang Shixuan raised his fingertips with trembling:
"I have no energy left to deal with the matter of the mind, but I will discuss it later when I wake up. I will first teach you half of the Sword Scripture."
He looked at the young man in front of him and shouted in a deep voice:
"Everything from now on will be entirely up to you!"
The withered hand firmly grasped his shoulder, holding him in place, unable to move.
The face of the man who was as skinny as a hungry ghost actually had a trace of rosiness on his face. Bai Shu was grabbed by his shoulders and the fire dragon in his body was restrained.
Like an animal locked in the claws of an eagle.
He opened his eyes wide in fear. The man was only a few feet away from him, and he slowly tapped his finger between his eyebrows.
"Please..."
In the end, Yang Shixuan actually had a bit of pleading in his mouth.
The moment his fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows, Bai Zhu's mind roared violently, as if it was about to explode.
The sound of countless thunders was like the crashing of huge waves.
He let out a shrill scream and covered his head tightly.
The ancient cloud-like words are like densely packed tadpoles, arranged vertically and horizontally in the depths of the skull, with a blue cloud in the center, shining brightly.
"The Fetal Divine Yuan Sword Sutra"——
Seeing Bai Shu struggling on the ground and suppressing his howl, Yang Shixuan slowly let out a breath of turbid air from his chest and abdomen.
Not far away, there were hurried footsteps running towards me.
He couldn't bear it anymore, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, slowly sat down along the corner, formed a seal with his hands, and calmly closed his eyes.
it's over.
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After an unknown amount of time, Bai Zhu climbed up from the ground, holding his head that looked like it was going to explode.
Suddenly, half a book of scriptures appeared in my head.
"The Book of Swords for Fetal Divine Yuan." He slowly read out the name.
Yang Shixuan did not break his promise and gave him half of the Sword Classic as promised.
So……
He looked at Xie Fanjing, who was squatting on the ground and looking up at him seriously, and asked:
"What about mother and son?"
"Behind." Xie Fanjing raised his finger and pointed.
Bai Zhu looked over and saw a beautiful woman holding a boy in her arms, looking timidly at him.
"All right."
Bai Zhu turned his back, lifted up his hem, and wiped the blood on his head and face.
"You did it on purpose, right? You want to spit out my blood even if you die?"
He helplessly looked at Yang Shixuan, who was soundless and as if dead, and struggled to carry him on his back.
"I'm wearing white clothes today."
He hummed and lifted Yang Shixuan up.
"Madam, my husband is not dead yet."
He walked up to the beautiful woman and bowed his head slightly: "He told me before he fell into coma that I should protect you two during the time when he wakes up. There are countless living corpses in the city, so you should stay away from me for now."
Bar."
"Thank you, sir!"
When the beautiful woman heard this sentence, her face lit up with joy. Her martial arts was weak, and she couldn't even tell that the white arts were the same as hers.
"It's just..." The beautiful woman gritted her teeth and hesitated to speak.
"Mr. Yang is not my husband-in-law. My husband is a descendant of the Yan family in Taizhou, Guanglu Cheng of the imperial dynasty."
She looked at the astonished Baizhu and said eagerly:
"Young master's kindness will be rewarded generously by my husband!"
"A generous reward... let's just say for now, Mr. Sheep has already given it to me."
Bai Shuxu pointed to the boy in the woman's arms: "Who is this young master?"
"His name is Yan Bai, and he is my youngest son."
The beautiful woman looked at the boy in her arms and could no longer restrain herself:
"Luckily my son is not seriously injured, otherwise I don't know how I would explain to my husband."
The woman's eyes were reddish and she was delicate and timid. For a moment, Bai Zhu's face was expressionless.
And when the two of them were talking.
Suddenly, Xie Fanjing, who was squatting on the ground and counting ants one by one, was shaken and raised his head in fear.
She raised her hand and sprinkled a sheet of water light, covering Baizhu and mother and son.
Without asking any questions, he wrapped the three people in his true energy and ran away.
Before Bai Shu could recover, he was caught by Zhenqi and flew far away like a kite with its string cut off.
"What's wrong?"
The surrounding scenes flashed past his eyes like a stream of light. Bai Shu reluctantly turned around and shouted to Xie Fanjing.
"Shh!"
The little girl raised her finger to her lips, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"It's coming."
Xie Fanjing lowered his voice and whispered to Bai Shu.
clatter!
clatter!
clatter!
The light pace, like a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, came leisurely across a long distance.
A man with a square face and a gorgeous golden robe walked over.
Its bun is meticulous, even its fingertips are trimmed neatly, and there is no dust on its clothes, let alone blood stains.
If it weren't for the pair of pale pupils, it would be almost the same as a stranger.
Is it him?!
Bai Shu recognized his identity.
This person is none other than the veritable King Kong in the Xijian Pavilion in Fenyin City.
The fourth realm...
Bai Zhu's hands trembled slightly, and his fingertips dug deeply into his palms.
It squatted under the deep pit created by Yang Shixuan, looked over, and let out a strange laugh.
Nearly a hundred feet away, Xie Fanjing, who did not dare to move anymore, held her breath unconsciously, and beads of sweat fell from her forehead.
It squatted in front of the pit and stared for a long time, so long that Bai Shu thought it would never turn around.
When several people secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quietly moved their steps.
Sudden.
The King Kong Living Corpse suddenly turned its head.
The pair of pale moves flashed through little by little, and finally, they landed on where Bai Shu and the others were hiding.
The woman covered her mouth, trying not to let out the choking sound. For a moment, all three of them lost their countenance.
"open!"
Xie Fanjing didn't care about her nose, which was bleeding profusely, and her face turned purple.
That layer of illusory water light became three points thicker with the blessing.
In Cen Cen's cold sweat, I don't know how much time passed, but finally, the Vajra Living Corpse slowly moved its head.
"Did you see it wrong?"
On the deep pit, the living corpse whispered in a hoarse voice.
