Liu Ziyi gathered his broken troops and came to the round city gate to fight the barbarians and finally closed the city gate. Liu Ziyi and the sergeant beside him who was also as tired as an ox panting smiled proudly. They did not have the skills of Wu He's escort team, so they
They could only respond from the side. Even so, many of them were hit by the barbarians' arrows.
"It's so fucking tiring." Even with the help of the city's machinery, it was still necessary to push the city gate shut among the piles of corpses with manpower. This was why Liu Ziyi and the people around him were exhausted.
The reason was that after Zaiwu and the Escorts retreated into the city, they had to close the city gate as before, so each of them used all their strength.
"I wonder how Brother Wei is doing." Liu Ziyi looked around but did not see Wei Changpan's figure, but he was really tired, so he thought he would look for him later.
Wei Changpan, who had reached the fourth floor of martial arts but was exhausted, did not join the ranks of the escorts from the Wuhe Escort Bureau. In addition, due to the bone-deep knife wounds on his arms, he had to find a secluded woodshed in a house.
First, he sprinkled ashes on the wound that had been carelessly treated before, then picked up a piece of clean cloth and wrapped it up, and then began to try to stabilize the martial arts energy that was wandering freely in the body.
If you are a promising direct disciple within the Jianghu sect, you have already found a quiet room at this time. The elders of the sect are guarding you, and all the elixirs used to stabilize your body and energy are stored in the door and placed in a row.
Use it. After all, compared with the martial arts warriors who have qi coming out of their bodies, compared with a large number of martial arts warriors in the martial arts world who have roughly tempered their physical strength and have uneven combat power, the former is the mainstay of any sect.
It is impossible for such a figure to be able to occupy the high position of the leader of a sect among some third- and fourth-rate sects.
Wei Changpan, who originally wanted to go back to the army and join the escort agency to make plans again, had to give up the idea halfway through. The first three floors of martial arts climbing went wrong. Ninety-nine times, it would only damage the future of martial arts and the solidity of the body.
The injury was caused by breaking the limbs while beating the muscles and bones. However, the twelve meridians and hundreds of acupoints involved in Wufu's Qi movement need to be treated with great caution. After breaking through the situation and climbing the stairs, the first priority is to guide the Qi.
The Qi machine circulates in the Dantian for a small circle. After that, the Qi machine can gradually move freely without paying attention to it, and it can also have the effect of dispersing the accumulated dirt in the meridians and acupoints.
Although it was said that Wei Changpan had the advantage of being in charge of one gate, he fought with the slaves of the Taijige tribe and blocked the enemy from the city. After Yu Dao ascended the tower, they fought for a long time until Song Yanchao came and then retreated and adjusted his interest.
Wei Changpan's internal energy system was so disordered that he could not stand upright.
At this time, there should be an elder from the master's sect beside Wei Changpan, gently guiding the flow of Qi in his body, but all he could rely on at this moment were the scattered formulas he had heard in the past about what he needed to pay attention to when breaking through the fourth floor of martial arts. At that time,
When he was in Qishan County, Jiangzhou, Zhang Wu and Qian Erye judged that he would have to wait until he was thirty years old to reach the fourth level of martial arts.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with seeing Wei Changpan's qualifications with a sophisticated eye like Zhang Wuna, but in Qingshan Town, it is two different things to improve his martial arts level step by step and to have to go through the rivers and lakes and go through several life-and-death fights. A martial arts sect in the Jianghu sect can have such a sect leader in the future.
How many can there be? If something goes wrong, the rise and fall of a school may be affected by this.
Not many sects dare to bet their fortunes on this, and the Zhang family gunners also don't have such courage. In the game between Jiangzhou and Jianghu, the two sects were on the wrong team and ordered the Zhang family in Qishan County to be destroyed.
Due to the disaster, Wei Changpan also lived abroad and experienced a lot of experiences. Otherwise, it would not be said that he has entered the fourth-floor realm now, and it is impossible to say that he is still lingering on the threshold of the third-floor.
The untamed Qi was roaming freely in the acupoints of Wei Changpan's meridian. I silently recited a few quiet mantras to try to guide the Qi to sink to the Dantian, but to no avail. Then I tried to use my mind to pull the Qi away. Who would have thought
The qi had just been pulled away from half of the meridians and was wandering around in the body like a wild horse.
If he is allowed to run rampant in Wei Changpan's body, not only the meridians and acupoints will be greatly damaged, but at least his martial arts future will be ruined, and at worst, his life will be in danger. Twelve meridians and hundreds of acupoints are the most brilliant method in the world.
A good doctor only needs to understand a small part of the effects to be able to achieve wonderful rejuvenation.
After all kinds of attempts failed, when Wei Changpan was exhausted mentally and physically and was about to let the Qi machine wander around, the latter gradually calmed down and sank into the Dantian. He was overjoyed and hurriedly carefully pulled the Qi machine from the lower Dantian through the perineum and along the spine.
The pulse goes through the tail gate, Jiaji and Yuzhen, to the Niwan on the top of the head, then separates from the ears and cheeks, reaches the tip of the tongue, and finally connects with the Ren pulse, along the middle of the chest and abdomen, and returns to the Dantian.
The term "Xiao Zhou Tian" originated from the Taoist inner alchemy cultivation method. After practicing it, it becomes the so-called "human body is a small world" in the Taoist sect.
After groping, he finally discovered a way to operate the Qi mechanism, and then in the hands of the masters of all Jianghu sects in the world, the unique methods of each sect were derived.
After adjusting his breath, he stood up and accidentally pulled the injured arm. The pain caused profuse beads of sweat to appear on his forehead. He smiled bitterly and said, "Who said you won't be afraid of pain if you are injured too many times."
..."
Wei Changpan hadn't felt that the injury was serious when he was at the city gate before, but now he felt that it was fatal when he sat down and stood up. When he was in the small garden, he used his bare arm to forcefully take the injury.
Wei Changpan was still frightened when he thought about the sword of the warrior from the Taijige tribe, although he did not use all his strength, but using his flesh and blood body to meet the sword of the warrior.
He only felt guilty for the wealthy family who hired him as a nursing home. Whenever he walked in front of the male owner of that family, he resisted for a while...
He staggered and wanted to go back to the small amusement park, but he heard someone calling his name, so he went out from the courtyard gate and happened to bump into Liu Ziyi, who was looking for him everywhere.
"Where are you hiding? Teach me how to find it." After punching Wei Changpan's intact arm, Liu Ziyi complained loudly, "You have become the hero of Bingyuan City, why are you hiding away from people?"
"When I climbed one floor, the qi energy in my body almost killed me. I just adjusted my breath and ran into you." Wei Changpan and Liu Ziyi have a life-and-death friendship, so they are honest about secrets such as breaking through the martial arts realm and climbing the stairs.
He told me, "I had no one to protect me and I was injured. My energy was running wild, and I almost thought I was going to die."
"Have you developed martial arts skills?" Liu Ziyi didn't believe it after hearing this, "At the age of sixteen or seventeen, are you on the fourth level of martial arts?"
He knew that the person favored by both the Wuhe Escort Bureau and the Jinzhou General was definitely not a mediocre person. Wei Changpan's skills on the way north to the grassland were obvious to all the Jinzhou Rangers, but no matter what, the sixteen-year-old four-story martial artist
....It’s also a bit appalling.
How many warriors have died
He has never set foot on the fourth floor of martial arts in his life. You, a guy who always says that your qualifications are mediocre, can break through and climb the stairs in two silent fights?
"If it hadn't been for the sudden opening of those unstoppable acupoints when I was fighting against those slave warriors, I would have been surrendered to the city at this moment." Wei Changpan replied with a wry smile, "I was still confused when I adjusted my breath just now.
It's so bad that I can't help but recite the mantra silently to calm my mind, and now I'm settling down on my own."
Liu Ziyi clicked his tongue in surprise. The good guy said that he was blessed with good fortune. He was so lucky that he had to give up his life many times. He said that he had bad luck. Not only did he reach the fourth floor of martial arts, but he didn't even have to worry about his own qi.
Calm down.
"Brother Wei has done a lot to defend Bingyuan City this time."
The two turned out of the alley and faced the main road leading in and out of the circular city. Teams of sergeants wearing white cloth masks carried the corpses piled up in a hill inside the city gate. Those of the prairie people were piled on top of each other.
The corpses of the Jinju State Army sergeants were properly carried out, lined up on the ground and covered with white cloth, waiting for people to identify them.
Some sergeants brought bundles of firewood, spread them out, and poured kerosene on them. Although it was almost the coldest season in Jinju, the corpses were disposed of as early as possible. Firstly, to prevent rampant diseases in the city from contaminating the water source. Secondly,
The sight of so many corpses is really not good.
Dayao was not so compassionate that he planned to let the enemies who had just fought to death in a place be buried in peace. After the corpses of the slave warriors and cavalry of the Taijige tribe were piled up in one place, he lit firewood and kerosene to burn them, and the horses that were left behind were burned.
There were not many, and most of them were outside Bingyuan City, but no one could be sure whether there were still barbarian ambushes outside the city who were unwilling to retreat, and the soldiers inside the city who were sent to collect the corpses did not dare to leave the city.
"Some of those people I brought back were shot to death by arrows, some were trampled to death by barbarian horses, and some had their intestines spilled on the ground after crossing the horse." Liu Ziyi looked at those people who were killed one by one by several feet.
The body, covered with white cloth from head to toe, suddenly said something like this, "If we let them escape like that, although they would inevitably be subject to military law, they might still have a chance to survive."
The defeated soldiers gathered by him were so embarrassed when they abandoned their armor and fled, but they looked so heroic when they followed him and turned around and returned to the north of the city.
A sergeant held a torch and held his nose and walked towards the pile of corpses of the barbarian. A few skinny owlbirds hovered above it lovingly and refused to leave. However, when the flames shot up into the sky, these scavengers who were afraid of the light and heat were frightened.
The bird still screamed strangely and flew outside the city, where there were more fresh food that these people had abandoned.
The smell of burning corpses was so ugly that everyone couldn't help but feel nauseous as they couldn't decide whether they were burning barbarians or their own people. But no one dared to make any move, because Song Zhiwen stood like a stone statue away from the fire.
Very close to the pile, he stared at the corpses that were gradually blackened and turned into ashes. The stench and extreme heat did not seem to exist to him. He stood there with a dull face, without speaking, silently mourning for these deceased people.