The pain in his meridians made Guo Mo almost faint.
I wanted to shout loudly, but found that my mouthpiece seemed to be out of control and I couldn't make any sound.
Even the true energy in the body seemed to have lost control, like a wild horse running around with its head down and no care.
After discovering that I hit a wall everywhere, I started to run honestly and according to the established process, but at an extremely fast speed, and the flash of recklessness turned into bursts of irregular tearing.
And the original "Nine Yang True Qi" was naturally unwilling to let go and tightly wrapped around this force, constantly strengthening itself in an attempt to keep up with the fanatical tearing.
The meridians seemed to be unwilling to be lonely, watching these two forces acting so unbridled within their own sphere of influence, even trying to break free from their own restraints and escape.
How can that be done? Every time it is washed away by this force, the trauma caused will inevitably be repaired by the meridians before the next washout.
Moreover, during the repair process, the meridians also expand on their own, becoming more spacious and unobstructed, and the outer walls of the meridians also become thicker.
However, whether this strength or the "Nine Yang Qi" is so easy to deal with?
The three parties were just like this, competing in Guo Mo's body, but Guo Mo himself seemed to be helpless and let it go.
"Am I going crazy?" He had never had such an experience before, which made Guo Mo feel inexplicably scared.
Guo Mo was struggling there, but to outsiders, he seemed to have "entered concentration".
Sitting peacefully, eyes slightly closed, silently, it seems that he is integrated with the entire valley and the entire "Daiyu Mountain".
...
"Diao, let's eat first. We won't wait for Brother Mo. It seems like he won't be able to stop for a while."
"Gugu——"
"Diao, I will go back to the cave to sleep for a while. If you are sleepy, call me to replace you. It is best to keep an eye on Brother Mo at all times."
"Gugu——"
"Diao, it's already dawn? Let's eat 'snake meat soup' today, otherwise it won't go bad."
"Gugu——"
"Diao Diao, what should I do with the 'snake gallbladder' left? You can't leave it like this, right? It will also break."
"Gugu——"
"You want me to eat it? It's better not to eat it. If you want to eat it, wait until Brother Mo wakes up. Then I can eat it. Soak it in wine first."
"Gugu——"
"Da Diao, how many days has it been now? I'd better go to Xiangyang City to buy some more things. You must guard Brother Mo and don't run away to play by yourself."
"Gugu——"
"Brother Mo, can I wipe your face? It's too dirty. This won't affect you, right?"
...
"Gugu——"
Guo Mo heard every word of the conversation between Huang Rong and Da Diao clearly, but he was unable to respond, as if he was in a nightmare.
With his eyes closed, Guo Mo didn't know how many days had passed. He just relied on the light and darkness in front of him or Huang Rong's words to judge day and night.
The strength brought by the snake gallbladder gradually lost its initial momentum, or in other words, the energy in it was gradually absorbed by the "Nine Yang True Qi".
Guo Mo could clearly feel that the "Nine Yang True Qi" was growing stronger and stronger. As the absorption continued, one was decreasing and the other was increasing, and the absorption speed was getting faster and faster.
Until finally, the increased strength of the snake gallbladder was completely absorbed by the "Nine Yang True Qi".
Before Guo Mo could breathe a sigh of relief, the "Nine Yang Qi" became dishonest again, as if it was infected by the power of the snake gallbladder, or was it "deteriorated" after being absorbed?
The "Nine Yang True Qi", which was originally a defender, absorbed the intruders, but turned into a robber himself?
When the "Nine Yang True Qi" rages on, it is more wild and destructive than the power brought by snake gallbladder.
Guo Mo felt that it was over now, and his meridians would not be able to sustain the current "Nine Yang Qi".
Sure enough, the self-repair and internal expansion of the meridians are completely inferior to the destruction of the "Nine Yang True Qi", and cannot stop the desire of the "Nine Yang True Qi" to break free.
Just when Guo Mo felt that he was going to die, Fu Zhi thought of the sentence in the "Nine Yang Manual".
"If he is strong, let him be strong, and the breeze will blow on the hills; if he is allowed to be unruly, the bright moon will shine on the river. If he is cruel, he will be evil, and I will be full of true energy." The anger in a hurry sank into the abyss, and the roots of the mountain condensed with strength.
After a long time, I seemed to hear a "bang" inside my body. Something was broken?
It turns out that at this time, the "Ren" pulse was actually opened, and the originally surging "Nine Yang Qi" seemed to have completed its set task and flowed peacefully in the new world.
It circulates to the original meridians, and the old and new meridians gradually merge into one, and the true energy is connected, and there is no longer a strong separation between you and me.
The second stage of the "Nine Yang Divine Art" has been completed.
Guo Mo slowly opened his eyes, feeling the sun was particularly dazzling, and hurriedly closed his eyes again.
Open it again and gradually adapt to the bright light around you.
"Ah, Brother Mo, are you finally awake?" Huang Rong, who was standing by, noticed Guo Mo waking up for the first time.
"Gu Gu——" The big eagle also swayed over and flapped Guo Mo's back with its huge wings.
"Rong'er, thank you for your hard work." Guo Mo had so many words to say that he didn't know where to start.
Huang Rong ran over and wanted to throw herself into Guo Mo's arms.
"Oh, Brother Mo, you smell so bad-" Huang Rong jumped away as soon as she reached Guo Mo.
He lowered his head and smelled his clothes, okay, it felt so sour.
"Haha, Ronger, come back after I go take a shower and change clothes."
Guo Mo quickly escaped into the cave, grabbed his own set of clothes, and ran towards the stream over there.
The stream in the autumn was a little cool, but for Guo Mo who was already "invulnerable to cold and heat", it didn't pose much of a hindrance.
I simply took a shower, changed my clothes, and let my hair hang loosely, the water droplets on the ends of my hair still vividly visible.
Huang Rong hurriedly stepped forward and dried his hair with a dry cloth, then carefully tied it up into a man's hairstyle.
"Brother Mo, have you mastered the second level of the 'Nine Yang Divine Art'?" Huang Rong asked curiously.
Guo Mo has been "in meditation" for too long this time, which has never happened before, but Huang Rong can't see any change in Guo Mo now.
If there were changes, Huang Rong vaguely felt that Guo Mo's expression was somewhat "indifferent".
Guo Mo didn't answer, just smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and waved his hand towards a big tree about two feet away.
I saw the tree swaying several times continuously, and some leaves fell down, each piece golden.
"Ah, Brother Mo, have you been able to 'release your true energy'?"
Huang Rong jumped up in surprise, as if she was happier than her own progress.
"Well, my current internal strength has indeed improved somewhat. In terms of pure internal strength, I feel that it is at least twice as strong as before."
For a moment, Guo Mo felt that all the suffering he had suffered these days was worth it.
"By the way, Ronger, what day is today?" Guo Mo asked. He only felt that many days had passed, but he did not count the days specifically.
"Brother Mo, today happens to be the Double Ninth Festival. On the ninth day of September, you have been in meditation for a month." Huang Rong couldn't help but feel resentful when Guo Mo asked about this, and she pouted her mouth again.
"Double Ninth Festival"?
Guo Mo's thoughts drifted back to those years in the past.
In the desert, every year on the Double Ninth Festival, he and his elder brother would run to the barren hills behind the "Seven Sages Village".
Sometimes, there are Huazheng or Tuo Lei. Later, there is a little follower.
At this moment, thousands of miles away in the desert, on a barren mountain.
A little girl, less than seven years old, was leaning on her mother.
"Mom, where do you think 'Second Senior Brother' is now? What is he doing? Does he miss Ting'er?"