Today, he rarely wore a white robe, with blood-stained snow clothes. The color stung King Yan's heart, and the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared. He only stared at Feng Danyuan who sat back on the chair again.
Since he was born, this son has been a lone bamboo who has never let go of Qingshan. There has never been a moment of weakness... No, it seems that there are some.
But that was many, many years ago. Feng Danyuan fell ill. Yan Xue said that he was very ill, so he put down the weapon he was busy with and took a look. But Feng Danyuan was already feeling better, and he
Feeling guilty, I asked him: Are you sick?
Unexpectedly, this boy replied abruptly: If you can't die, the prince will not care about such a trivial matter.
He turned around and left. How could a four-year-old child be so angry?
Over the years, the knot between father and son has become a deadlock, and even if he wanted to, he could not do it.
But as he watched Feng Danyuan vomiting blood, there were only two words left in his mind that Master Pu had mentioned over and over just now: no fight.
If everyone is like this, what is there to fight for?
Even if he lowers his head, so what?
Feng Danning quickly poured the water, took the handkerchief and handed it to Feng Danyuan: "Brother, let Feng Su help you in to rest."
Feng Danyuan vomited blood and felt less uncomfortable. He was just weak and weak.
At this time, Taoist Master Baopu spoke: "The prince's injury was caused by losing the eighth level of 'Canghailu' skill to the other party and trying to cleanse his eight extraordinary meridians and then suffered a backlash. There are two ways to treat this injury.
One treats the root cause and the other treats the symptoms.”
"Taoist Priest, how to treat it?" King Yan couldn't wait to ask.
Taoist priest Baopu replied: "The way to cure the root cause, Pindao just now said, is to practice the ninth level and reach the state of unity between nature and man."
"What about the second type?" Feng Danning asked.
"The second method is to remove the remaining 'Canghailu' skill and true energy from the prince's body, leaving no trace. In this way, he will no longer vomit blood. If he rests, he will still have a life span of ten years."
After hearing this, Feng Danyuan's eyes also fell on Taoist Master Baopu's face.
In fact, he already knew the ninth level of "Canghailu". The question was: how to practice?
The same thing happened to the injuries in his body. He knew the cause, but the question was also: how to remove it?
He knows how to practice kung fu and increase his power; but he really doesn't know how to dissipate his kung fu, or how to dissipate the inner energy and true energy that are hidden everywhere in the body and flowing around.
Could it be that this arrogant old Taoist in front of me?
Having said that, King Yan is not easy to get along with, but he is capable, and he is not blind. He will not really bring a liar to make him angry. King Yan is not boring to this extent.
"Dissipate all the power and true energy in the body?" King Yan felt that Feng Danyuan would not accept it.
His son has been strong since he was a child, and he has been in a high position these years, with beautiful clothes and angry horses, and unlimited glory. How can he bear to become a useless person?
"Tell me, how to disperse?" Feng Danyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and calmly rinsed his mouth with tea.
"Are you willing?" King Yan was surprised.
"It's better to die than to live, so why wouldn't you want to?" Only by living can he find a way to wake up Wei Zi.
Taoist Master Baopu's eyes narrowed slightly under his white eyebrows, and he said: "If this skill is lost, it will be lost. You cannot practice it again, otherwise the meridians will be blocked and it will be easy to become possessed. This matter needs to be explained clearly to the prince."
Feng Danyuan sneered: "Didn't you keep talking about 'not fighting' and 'giving up' before? If it's just a skill, it's gone if it's gone, so why do you talk so much nonsense."
