Chapter 10: Seeing the Dragon(4)()

My mother once told me that there is a saying about Sanlai in the Confucian school:

The sound of nature is the sound of vitality entering and leaving all things in the three realms, the wind passing through the mountains and forests, the water flowing through the rock springs, the singing of birds, the cry of insects, the barking of dogs, and the howling of leopards.

The sound of human beings is the song of the lotus in Xizhou, the song of the midnight Qing night, the piano tuned by plain hands, the teeth of jade are filled with silence, the hermit roars the moon, and the sing of the crazy guest.

And the sound I hear is neither in the sound of nature nor in the sound of human beings.

This is the sound of earth sound from my acupoints.

It is the sound made by the qi and blood circulation.

It is also the sound of disputes among the spirits in my acupoints.

There are 365 acupoints in the human body, each like a temple, living in an elf.

The acupoints of people with light bodies and strong bodies are harmonious and operate in an orderly manner, so their vitality is smooth and they grow stronger day by day.

The acupoints and orifices of people who are plagued by all diseases are in conflict and disorderly operation, so the vitality is scattered and exhausted day by day.

Cultivating oneself is like governing a country, and a body without cultivation is like a chaos in the country.

Regulating daily life, sitting and lying down, food and sex, joy and anger, and not allowing evil spirits to be excessive or lack good spirits is the most righteous way to maintain health.

I am in my youth now, like a rising country. Although I am thriving on a corrupt life and the body of a beauty, and although I have mental depression caused by various desires and dissatisfaction, my overall physical condition is good, and I am getting better and better with my cultivation and growth.

When you practice internal skills deep, you can hear the sound of your acupoints moving just like a tuner listening to a musical instrument.

Although I have only practiced my internal strength to the heart, and have not penetrated into my bones, nor to the foundation-building realm of induced qi into my body, I have already touched a little threshold and could "hear" my own faint sound of the earth.

The perfect operation of the acupoints can emit the most beautiful earth sounds, and the body can resonate with the heavenly sounds. This is called the integration of heaven and earth.

This situation and the most beautiful sounds of humanity can change the color of the sky, like the flowing moon and snow.

Now my acupoints are moving unreasonably towards the worst situation. My qi is wandering around and my blood is flowing backwards!

It’s not that there is something wrong with my internal strength, but that my acupoints are invaded by external enemies!

There was a silent voice trying to disrupt the movement of my acupoints, and it must have been made by that person!

"Don't listen if you are not polite!"

I took a few steps back and sat cross-legged, trying to drive out the sounds outside the sounds that entered my body. This is the Confucianism technique taught by my mother. It was originally used to read quietly, but I took the risk of using it to regulate my true energy in martial arts and try to survive!

My hearing is closed, and everything that happens outside is deaf; but my heart cannot calm down, and the noise fills my brain. This sound comes from the acupoints in my body, how can I suppress it?

I seem to be a machine, and the gears inside are bumping and worn violently, and the final result is completely destroyed! But I can't move, which is different from the pressure I suffered when I first fought with that person. The former is forcibly oppressing me and unable to move; this time I am fighting against the internal countercurrent qi and blood caused by external objects. If I move rashly, it will not only go astray, but also explode and die.

"Go away!"

A punch hit my chest like a cannonball. I was shot straight through more than ten floors of deck, and a parabola was drawn out and fell into the sea in the distance.

My hearing restarted, and it was my father's voice just now.

Blood foam overflowed from my mouth. My father's Gangba punch seriously injured my internal organs, and there was a slight rupture of the spine. The slim armor offset most of the power of that punch. Maybe he had calculated that I would not die, and suddenly had a whim to project me into the dangerous area in this direct way.

So, what is happening on the building ship?

The sea surging, as if it was stirred by something giant. I swallowed blood and dived into the water with the pain.

An extremely huge white fish tail covered the bottom of the building's ship. The stern fin became narrower and narrower the upper part, almost forming a long body like a big snake, and the abdomen passed through the bottom cabin.

I swam farther away and poked my head back on the slightly calmer ocean surface.

Under the bright moonlight, its head and chest rise above the deck. Its head is similar to a crocodile, with exaggerated horns as stags as a stag, with copper-like tiger whiskers separated on both cheeks, and their eyes were like illuminated lanterns. Its throat had a baby-like white scale, oozing blood, and like a red thread, passing through other silver-like scales from top to bottom, flowing to the deck, and gathering the blood of the person it killed on the deck.

Some of the dead on the deck had blood on their seven orifices, and some had their heads blown into watermelon naan. I know that this was the death of those without internal power and those with internal power. They were also killed by the strange sound.

Its upper body was spread a pair of claws, and the hook finger of one claw was hanging a bloody person, like a bright red maple leaf.

It's the father.

Its fingertips shook and pulled out the penetrating father's chest. The father fell on the deck and struggled and wriggled like a bug. A layer of the pile of corpses was pushed open, and a woman in blood crawled out, falling and rolling toward the wriggling father.

Their hands were held together. My father said something to her intermittently, and she glanced at the sea on my side.

Then they died of blood.

It silently stared at the bodies of his father and mother for a long time, and whispered for a long time, and ascended to the sky. The ship of a hundred-foot building cracked into two petals and sank into the deep sea. None of the family members had hope of survival.

Please let me float on the sea, witnessing the tragic phenomenon of the boat on the building, repeat the words in the notes in "Su Shen Ji":

"A dragon is an insect, but it can be used to ride it. However, there is a reverse scale under its throat, and if a person robs it, he will kill someone."

I finally realized what a big mistake I made, and ruined everyone on the ship, including my beloved mother and my beloved robber father.

My Silver Snake Sword just stabbed the most sensitive and inviolable part of a dragon.

The violent dragon killed a ship of people to vent its anger.

"thump."

I threw the Silver Snake Sword into the deep sea.

It is said that this sword can protect my life, and I don’t know if it can really protect me.

But I know that the lives of a ship of people are ruined by it.

I don't need it anymore.

It is no longer meaningful to discuss my future survival issues, which are alone.

I'm going to go to the underworld with my parents to meet again.

A rope caught me and pulled me up who was about to dive.

"Young master, you can't commit suicide! You can't commit suicide!"

It was the voice of this idiot Honda. He is still alive? I am about to cry.

A sloop appeared in the ups and downs, which was the backup boat for the building ship.

Honda stood on the strings of the boat, fishing me up skillfully like fishing.

"Are other people still alive?"

I asked breathlessly. There is more hope in this situation, and I will have more reasons to live in this world.

"Miss Murong told me to save you. Fortunately, Miss Murong left early when she saw the opportunity, and everyone else died."

This bitch lives a very moist life.

I saw a Murong Zhi who was concentrating on the helm. She changed into a hunting suit, disbanded her cloud hair, cut off her long hair, and became a barbarian in the face of a broken hair, looking like a female pirate.

"This time I saved you from the sake of the adoptive father. From now on, we will be both clear and clear. If you want to jump into the sea, please give yourself."

She said.

“I won’t jump.”
Chapter completed!