Hot! It’s like a hot pot! It seems to burn the heart, melt the lungs, and burn the liver!

But another extremely comfortable cold breath came, slowly eased the inhuman pain.

Shush. In the darkness, the little demon breathed out and finally woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes, severe pain came out from his whole body and rushed to his heart, as if hundreds of bones in his body had been disassembled, smashed and loaded and unloaded again. The pain made the little demon unable to help but moan.

Gu!

A low scream came from his forehead, it was the purple clam.

The little demon trembled in his heart, grabbed the purple clam and turned over and sat up. The purple clam not only did not struggle at all, but instead was honest in his hands, even with an incomparable affinity in his screams.

What happened just now?

Thinking back to the scene just now, the little demon was panicked. Although it was like a dream, the slight bloody aura that still vaguely left in his mouth was clear. Thinking about the terrifying burning heat in his trance and the comfortable cold air...

Could it be that cold breath is this toad?

The little demon felt infinite confusion in his heart for a moment. He hurriedly sat cross-legged and took a look. He found that he didn't seem to have any abnormalities.

"Brother Xiao Yao, you can't die! Although you are a mean person, you have done a lot of bad things, but it's not harmful to the gods..."

"Brother Xiao Yao, the old man will ask you to spread your branches and leaves in the future. I'm sorry, you are still a place..."

The fat man's howl came from above his head, which made the little demon laugh.

"Don't let it go! Hurry up and find a vine to get me up!" Xiao Yao shouted at the top of his throat.

The cry above came to an abrupt end.

"Brother Xiao Yao, you are not dead! Okay, wait, wait!"

The fat man tinkered for a while and heard a few snaps. A thick vine fell down, and the fat man jumped down the vine.

"Brother Xiao Yao, I just said you have a great life and won't die like this, haha." The fat man groped through, seemed to find a lighter, fired, and then put some dry debris from the side to light it. He turned his face and smiled at Xiao Yao.

"Fatty, what's going on with your forehead?" Looking at the fat man, the little demon was stunned.

I saw a fat man with a dirty face, under his forehead and in the seal hall, a red color.

"Ah?" The fat man was so furious that he was seen by the little demon. He wiped his hands on his forehead twice, and said, "It's not like that."

The fat man's touch of this, the redness was not wiped away at all, and it was obviously not a dusty thing.

The little demon's heart trembled, and he grabbed the fat man and observed carefully.

According to the Zhengyi School of Bone Structure, the fat man is a typical appearance of wealth and honor, especially the frontal bone, which is square, wide, plump and rich, forming the auspicious appearance of "eight directions of the bull head". "Niu Head" refers to the part of the forehead, which is named after its square, wide, high and wide, and its top bone is slightly similar to the bull head. The eight directions refer to the eight bones of the frontal bones with fullness and high energy, and the qi and meridians are consistent. Anyone with this appearance is rich and honorable in middle age and has a lot of fortune. I don’t know how many times the little demon has seen the face of the fat man, but he has never seen a red path in the seal hall.

"Is this the legendary look-again?!" Xiao Yao said intimately.

It’s not right. It’s impossible to achieve without decades of hard practice.

Destiny, bone touching, hexagram, barbaric geography, etc., all have Taoism, and they are all wealth passed down by our ancestors. As long as you study hard and practice it, it is not difficult to master it, but it is not so simple to look at the qi. In the Zhengyi school, especially the Qiyunshan lineage, the Taoism in looking at the qi is unique and famous all over the world. Those who learn it must practice the "Seeing the qi" based on this sect, divide it into four levels of sensing qi, nourishing qi, controlling qi, and looking at the qi. Each of these is a matter of attention and requires

In addition to the insights of hard practice, there is also a component of luck, especially the key step of controlling qi and overwhelming qi. This sect calls it "Qi Transformation Point". As the saying goes, it is to open the eyes of the sky, and the chance of success is very small. In the old man's words, most people do not want to try to open the eyes of the sky without thirty or fifty years of hard practice. Even if they really reach this point, it will be useless without the protection of the ancestors. Not to mention the current realm of the world, even in the era when many experts emerged in the past, there are only a few people who can cultivate qi.

The little demon has been carefully cultivated by the old man since childhood. Although he is a careless person, he is also very hard in this regard. He is only one of the evil people, but now he has just reached the point of nourishing qi. To him, he looks up to him.

It was the beads of the senior just now...

The little demon was thinking randomly and was about to study it, but suddenly he felt his head dizzy, and the red ray of red in the Fatty Seal Hall slowly disappeared.

"It seems that my cultivation is too low. Even if I get a bargain, I can only barely support this minute." Even so, the little demon was extremely happy. Just as he was about to brag, he saw the fat man staring at him in a daze and his expression changed drastically.

"Brother Xiao Yao, this is..."

The little demon turned around in the direction of the fat man's finger and was stunned.

But I saw that the place where I fell was like a cave. The cave was full of debris, and many wooden boxes were decaying and scattering, revealing the debris. There were carbonized grains, long-sleeved shirts, and various rusty weapons.

"It's strange, why are there these things in Laojun Cave?" Xiao Yao walked over and checked. It was like a warehouse. Most of the storage is food. Which clothes are old and turned into powder when they touched their fingers. Most of the weapons were rusted out of recognition.

"The Taoist temple cannot have so many weapons, it's stumping..." The fat man looked at the little demon and his lips trembled.

"Are you talking about these things left by that person?" The little demon immediately understood.

"No one left these things except him." The fat man said happily.

In addition to being famous for Taoism, Qi Yunshan is Fang La.

In the second year of Xuanhe in the Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, Fang La launched an uprising, killing the poor and helping the rich. It was a huge momentum. In less than half a year, it captured 52 counties in six prefectures and trembled in the southeast. Tong Guan led a 150,000 army to encircle and suppress it, but failed to win. Fang La stationed troops in Qiyun Mountain and defeated the official army with the fortress. Later, except for the traitors in the rebel army, it was limited to the desperate situation. Fang La got down to Qiyun Mountain, was arrested in Zhejiang, and taken to Bianjing to be killed. Fang La's story is known to everyone in Qiyun Mountain. These things are obviously not from Taoists, and they must have been from the rebel army back then.

"It's not difficult to figure it out." The little demon smiled, turned around, took over the floating dust pole left by the skeleton Taoist, pulled out half of the broken sword from the wooden box, sat cross-legged, and wanted luck.

"Brother Xiao Yao, what are you doing?"

The little demon ignored the fat man and laughed at himself.

The strange thing that just appeared on his body was very similar to the legendary look-again. If the little demon wanted to make sure of it, he had to start with two things in front of him.

Heaven and earth are qi, and all things rely on it. People have qi, so they can be rich, destructive, and life and death. This thing also has a breath. Especially antiquities, they also carry various breaths, different ages, and different breaths. If you can look at the qi from this antiquity, it means you have really gained a big advantage.

The little demon's hand formed a yin, slowly driving the qi in the dantian, and the meridians in the whole body were relaxed, and the aura slowly rushed to the middle of his eyebrows. As soon as he reached the middle of his eyebrows, he felt a burning heat suddenly surge out of his mind. The thin true energy in his body was almost swallowed up by the burning heat in an instant. At the same time, he felt his eyes swelling and he couldn't help but open it wide.

"Brother Xiao Yao..." Looking at Xiao Yao's eyes, the fat man was scared. These eyes were not as sad as usual.

The purple clam seemed to feel the sudden different aura on the little demon's body, and it was croaking, as if it was extremely happy, and its bulging belly rubbed against the little demon's knee.

Inside my sight, I saw a layer of white light on the floating dust, pure and warm, while a layer of light red light on the iron soldier, which revealed a fierce aura. The aura of light red light was obviously more vicissitudes than the white light.

"Okay! OK!" The little demon was overjoyed. Now, he really got a bargain!

While dancing, my eyes felt sore and my eyes turned black, and the things in front of me were gone.

"Fatty, you put out the fire!?"

"No, Brother Xiao Yao, isn't this quite bright?" The fat man walked to the little demon and saw that the little demon's eyes were wide open and his eyes were staring straight ahead. It was absolutely wrong. His hand shook in front of the little demon twice, but the little demon had no reaction.

"Brother Xiao Yao, your eyes..."

The little demon felt dizzy at this moment, and knew that his eyes could not see anything. He was afraid and anxious: he stumped his eyes open and was blinded by the heavenly punishment!?

You should know that there are many people who are blind because of the failure of opening the sky eye.

No. If you are blind, the fat man should be blind just now. The little demon was smart and thought about it, and he was a little confused: it must be because his cultivation was too weak, and he looked at his energy twice, and was deficient in his true energy.

"It's okay, let me rest for a while." The little demon ignored the fat man's whine and crossed his legs to nourish his energy. After a while, his vision gradually recovered.

"Brother Xiao Yao, just now..." The fat man was worried.

"It's okay, it's okay." The little demon slowly stood up, pointed to the thing in the cave and said, "Fatty, these things must be left by the hero Fang La."

The floating dust handle is at most one or two hundred years, but the aura on the half-piece of iron sword is even more vicissitudes and ancient, and it must be something that has been older. Qiyun Mountain is where Fang La fought. He was in the Song Dynasty. Comprehensive inference can naturally be confirmed.

"It's all broken iron. Brother Xiao Yao, let's go up quickly." The fat man was not interested in these things.

"Scrap copper and iron are also good things. Find a few items to go back for your father, and maybe it can supplement the household expenses." The little demon smiled wickedly and ran into the miscellaneous items and rummaged through the cabinets.

"Yes, yes, in my opinion, it's trash. Uncle Zhang opened an antique shop, and maybe he could get it in the store to exchange for some money." The fat man also smiled.

The two of them tossed and the cave was in a mess, but the result was that the little demon was greatly disappointed.

It's basically all about food, and the rest are all iron weapons. To put it bluntly, there are some mud legs, so there is nothing good.

The little demon sighed and was about to turn around and leave, but he saw the purple clam lying on something, bulging his belly with an expression of enjoyment.

The little demon had a sudden inspiration: I was afraid that this dog would have a background.

When I walked over and picked up the purple clam, I found that there was something under the living belly: a small dagger, which seemed to be of bronze, was completely different from those rusted iron weapons. It emitted a cold light throughout the body, which made me feel cold when I touched it.

The dagger is ancient and clumsy in shape, like a short knife, three inches long and two fingers wide, and looks like a snake with no ornaments, only four words on that side. The little demon looked carefully and said: The Holy Lord was the one who used it.

I don’t know what the Holy Lord is, but the word “小” means that the dagger is Fang La’s.

The little demon flicked the dagger with his finger, and there was only a buzzing sound, the blade trembled, and a evil aura filled with it.

"Good thing." The little demon was so happy that he said to himself: Dao Ye happened to be a magic weapon. If this dagger was experienced and practiced, it would definitely be a rare self-defense object.

He put away the dagger and turned around and wanted to leave with the fat man, but saw the purple clam jumping to his feet, rubbing his big belly against his feet, looking like he was sluggish.

"When did this little thing bother me like this?" The little demon picked up the purple clam, and became more and more happy as he looked at it, and said, "You and I have a fate. You guys will have a good life in the future with Master Dao."

"Congratulations to Brother Xiao Yao for accepting this bastard." The fat man was also happy and said, "You can choose a name."

"I'm so full of energy, and I'll call you a bean bag in the future." The little demon laughed.

The fat man was so angry: You bitch only have this literary talent! Those immortals, Taoist spiritual creatures on TV are all listening to the golden hair, and the like, you are so good, bean bag! You can think of it.

"Fatty, we have picked up such benefits. I think it is the blessing of this senior. You can't let his body be exposed, you take off your clothes." The little demon narrowed his eyes and looked at the fat man with a smile.

The fat man muttered and reluctantly took off his clothes outside. The little demon took it, carefully picked up the bones scattered on the ground, wrapped them in clothes, tied them tightly around his neck, and crawled them up along the green vine.

After climbing out, just as he gained a foothold, the fat man fell to the ground, feeling very tired.

Then I heard the little demon's desolate voice: "Fatty, I've got a treasure below. This place where seniors are evolving, maybe there are treasures. He's dead, I'll borrow the things, right?"

My God! The fat man's eyes said: This guy is too shameless!

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