Chapter 2713 Split into an array, the heart will be damaged forever
Pyrotechnics is a niche type of exotic fire that was developed specifically for bone marrow smoke. Although it is not on the list of exotic fires, it is extremely harmful to bone marrow smoke.
If a bone marrow smoke holder with a wisp of smoke between his brows comes into contact with a pyrotechnic, the other person's heart will be damaged, and the degree of damage will be burned and deepened.
Qingge was lying on the bed, and she could still hear the laughter of the little buns outside the house. The pain on her face suddenly turned into a gentleness like the spring breeze.
Even in the abyss, there can be light. This is a blessing among misfortunes.
The singer leaned up on the bed, gritted his teeth, wiped off the blood on his chin, pursed his lips, and looked straight ahead firmly.
Sitting cross-legged, motionless like an old monk, his strong willpower crushed the painful feeling coming from his heart.
There was really nothing Qing Ge could do about the bone marrow smoke that dispersed from the Purple Moon Flower.
After a long time, Qingge finally planned to come up with the heart-protecting formation that he got from Mr. Zhou's endgame.
Qingge spread his hands, and between the palms of his hands, a faint light connected to form a light array.
The azure formation light reflected on Qingge's cheeks, and those eyes were clear and blue.
Then a strange sound sounded, and the formation broke away from the palms of Qingge's hands, quickly rotated up and down, and appeared under Qingge's seat.
The light of Mr. Zhou's heart-protecting formation spreads to Qingge's house.
Even at this moment, Qing Ge did not forget to block the fluctuations in the house.
She is afraid of the worries of her relatives.
Instead of doing this, it would be better to endure all the pain alone.
In the formation, Qing Ge seemed to be able to vaguely see the flying eyeless dragon and the young man wearing a cloak.
The young man stood on one foot, with the other leg bent high, his hands clasped together, a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his thumb, and a fly whisk on the arm of the other hand.
Buddhist beads, Taoist whisks.
Since ancient times, the two most influential sects in this era have been Buddhism and Taoism.
The three masters of this era are Taoist masters.
The young man's light and shadow in the heart-protecting formation is Mr. Zhou from a distant era.
Mr. Zhou, Qinglian Taizu, and Emperor Ji were all contemporaries. In that era, the dark masters were doing evil, and the Qinglian clan was originally a group of peace-loving and hot-blooded young men.
This heart-protecting formation was created when Mr. Zhou was seriously injured and his heart was damaged. His contracted beast, the ancient dragon, flew thousands of miles and begged an expert to save Mr. Zhou.
Gu Long went behind Mr. Zhou's back and begged one Taoist master after another.
In such a dangerous situation, Mr. Zhou formed a heart-protecting formation that shocked hundreds of families.
"Girl, your heart is somewhat damaged. I will repair it for you."
The young man's voice was particularly deep. His delicate hands came towards Qing Ge's eyebrows. As the distance shortened, the soft skin on his hands gradually became old and full of wrinkles and scars.
The speed of that finger was particularly slow, as if the scene was deliberately slowed down. But in the next moment, a finger that seemed to come from ancient times gently touched Qing Ge's eyebrows, all the light of the formation
, all gathered under Mr. Zhou's fingertips, and then quickly contracted into one, all of them were poured between Qing Ge's eyebrows, poured into the body arbitrarily, and then entered the heart.
Qingge looks at the internal organs and feels uneasy.
Then you can see that the formation protects the heart, and the bone marrow smoke scattered in the organs and tendons all returns to the Purple Moon Flower.
At this point, all the pain completely disappeared, and Qing Ge breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Qingge couldn't stand up, and then she realized that a small part of the brocade quilt under her body had been soaked.
Looking at the blood stains on the ground again, Qing Ge raised his hand slightly, and the smell of sweat and blood disappeared.
Qingge left quietly, entered the bathtub, took a bath, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Qingge leaned against the marble edge of the bathtub, her slender jade-like hands gently placed on her chest, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
Protect your heart once and become one with your heart.
The body is divided into formations, and the heart channel is permanently damaged.
…
These were the words that rang in my ears when the heart-protecting formation was set on the Purple Moon Flower.
It sounded like Mr. Zhou's voice.
Now that the heart-protecting formation is on the Purple Moon Flower, if it is taken out by force, the degree of damage to the heart will affect a lifetime of cultivation.
In a few days, there will be the wedding banquet of Xuanyuan Lin and Princess Shangting. The God of Samsara, Yun Shuishui and the Shenyue King will all need to use the Heart Protection Formation.
Qing Ge once thought about giving up his car to protect his commander, putting down his heart-protecting formations, just to live.
Now it seems that once the heart-protecting formation is abandoned, her cultivation system will have huge problems.
The cultivation system is the body's organs, flesh and blood and its own functions. Even if the genius, cultivation system and body functions are damaged, they will never be able to make up for it, just like many sequelae, which will accompany them throughout their lives.
For example, if Qing Ge forcibly separates the heart-protecting formation, the consequences would be disastrous, ranging from being sick for life to being unable to practice.
After the heart meridians are damaged, if you practice cultivation, the heart will bear hundreds of times more terrifying pressure than before.
In severe cases, he will be paralyzed for life and rely on drugs to stay alive.
…
Thinking of this, Qing Ge let out a heavy breath again.
The wedding banquet at Shenyue Palace is a Hongmen Banquet.
Qingge walked out of the bathroom, the wind gradually cooled down.
Little Baozi was chatting and laughing with Jie Bilan, Aventurine sat on the high wall and looked into the distance, and Dongfang Po studied medical books.
Yan Bingtong saw Qingge, took off her cloak and came over, covering Qingge's thin body.
"It's windy and cold at night in Shenyuedu. Don't catch a cold." Yan Bingtong held Qing Ge's hand.
"Mother..."
The little bun ran over happily and threw himself into Qingge's arms.
"Mother smells so good." Little Baozi said happily.
Qingge smiled slightly, and her frown finally relaxed: "Are you happy here with grandma?"
Little Baozi nodded like a fool: "Happy, grandma and Aunt Lan are both very good, and uncle Dongling."
Qingge raised her eyes and looked at the aventurine on the high wall, smiling at each other.
"Your Uncle Dongfang is also very good." Dongfang Po couldn't help but look up from the medical book and corrected him.
Little Baozi looked at Dongfang Po and blinked, then shook his head: "No, Uncle Dongfang always takes Uncle Dongling to become a monk."
Qing Ge's slightly dangerous gaze fell on Dongfang Po, who suddenly shuddered and looked at Qing Ge with a disdainful look.
This woman is so terrible.
Tempering the body with lightning, is this still a woman?
"They say women are made of water, so my mother must be made of clouds. My mother's body is so soft and comfortable." Little Baozi hugged her and sang softly, praising his mother all the time.
Dongfang Poyou said quietly: "Other women are made of water, but your mother is made of thunder."
"..."
Even the air was quiet, and there was no sound in the courtyard.
Everyone looked at Dongfang Po with murderous intent in their eyes.
"Mother is Ye'er's cloud, she is the thunder in the eyes of bad guys. She will bring warmth to Ye'er and scare away the bad guys. Mother is simply the greatest person in the world." After a while, little Baozi's voice rang out.
The corners of Dongfang Po's mouth twitched crazily. If asked to praise which family is stronger, Ji family's treasure is the bun.
Qing Ge pinched the little bun's face and said, "My little mouth is so sweet, I'm afraid it's filled with honey."
"There is no need to pour honey. Ye'er never said anything against his will. Everything he said was the truth. My mother is too humble. Ye'er's mother is the most beautiful girl, the best mother, and the most powerful.
Warrior!" At the end, the little bun seemed to want to match the appropriate momentum, and his soft little hands clenched into fists and waved slightly.