Chapter 9: mad Men

Wen Leyang walked out of the big house a little nervously, and Xiao Yi jumped up and down, taking a bite of the carrot in his hand: "Grandpa how to say?"
Wen Leyang shook his head and probably said the life of Wen Wenzi again. He immediately took the ancestor's notes and began to study it carefully. He used to recite it mechanically. .
Xiaoyi was also curious about this strange ancestor. He got together a small head that exudes the fragrance of mountain flowers, and carefully read the notes with him.
In the next ten days, Wen Leyang looked at Wen Spicy's notes besides eating and sleeping. The notes are just a thin booklet, and they are written with a brush. The characters are very sparse, and there are not many words added together. Wen Leyang bowed his head to endorsement in the first half of the year, and had formed a habit of thinking, unconsciously, just Memorize this book basically.
I do n’t know how many times after reading it, Wen Leyang finally let out a breath, carefully closed the note, and looked at Xiao Yi with a smile, showing a clean and tidy tooth: "Basically understood."
The little girl stretched hard and lipped her lips: "I have understood for a long time! It takes so long to see! This ancestor is much stronger than you. When his old man was as big as you, he was already famous all over the world. Now. "
Wen Leyang couldn't help crying: "How dare I compare with my ancestors, he passed the ten-year exam when he was 13 years old, and I almost didn't get into junior high school when he was 13 years old."
Wen Xiaoyi giggled.
Wen Leyang also laughed for a while: "In my opinion, the ancestors of Wen Lazi didn't intend to retreat when they first came home, but just wanted to leave their experience of poisoning and poisoning, but later changed his mind. His elderly talent He is arrogant and arrogant, and he does not want to be like the predecessors.
Wen Leyang really understands the mood of this warm spicy man. It is not that he is so tall that he is far from self-control, but the topic of cultivating the sky. It is too attractive for young people, especially young people like Wen spicy, young Qing is already famous in the world, and he chose the four big families with his own strength. It seems that the world's martial arts skills have no attraction for him, and the Wen family has passed down from the ancestors and left a background for cultivation. It ’s strange if Wen Spicy does n’t want a higher breakthrough.
Don't talk about warm spicy people, even Wen Leyang has this idea in mind.
The little girl shrugged her shoulders: "How can it be so easy." Wen, Miao, and Luo all used the exercises to be able to claim themselves all the time. As a result, none of them has been successful for so many years.
Wen Leyang smiled and shook his head: "So we ancestors, repaired ourselves to death." After that, he felt that he was a great disrespect for his ancestors, so he quickly reached out and bowed to God.
Xiao Yi had a lot to learn and followed two ancestors' strange words. Then he continued: "Unfortunately, the old man's mastery of the exercises is too ... too scary. He must break the meridians first, and then use the power of the wrong fist. Gather the scattered toxins again and re-forge the poison veins. If the meridians are broken, it will be a waste person. And the poison that has accumulated in it before will also spread into the body. "
"I served" the probe probe crawled out of Wen Leyang's chest, watching the two young boys look bored, wandered around and drilled back.
Wen Leyang nodded: "So he used it for decades to turn the wrong fist into his instinct, thinking that after breaking the meridians, before the outbreak of the poison, he hit the wrong fist in this empty space to resolve the poison. The so-called forging The poison vein is actually the direct poisoning of the venom into the blood, skin, and skin. His old man thinks this is reasonable. The meridian is only a buffer, and the virulence is accumulated in it. The power exerted is ultimately limited. If the poison is directly smelted into If the body is skin-skinned, then that is the real refining into the body ... "
Said, Wen Leyang pondered for a moment, as if he was phrasing, and finally gritted his teeth and said four words: "The body is sanctified!"
Xiao Yi looked at Wen Leyang stunned, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Hey, don't get mad, I have read many books and said that those who cultivate the sky should build the foundation first. , What brings you into the body, all you cultivate is vitality and mind. "
Wen Leyang's foundation is average, but he is also a little clever. If he is really a fool, he can't pass the ten-year exam, and he followed the arithmetic of two silly uncles. Although Wen Laozi's note is not detailed, but after careful deliberation, Wen Leyang also speculated on his original thoughts.
Wen Leyang recovered, and he laughed and said, "We can't practice the poisoning skills of the Wen family so that we can build foundations with poisons. That is to find death, so the ancestors of Wenlazi will find another way. Those priests pay attention to it from the inside out. He needs to go from the outside to the inside. If he can really use the wrong fist to bring the poison back again before he can break the meridians and the toxins will corrode his body, I am afraid that he can really become holy!
Wen Xiaoyi looked at him more and more seriously, for fear that he would follow this set of suicide exercises, and shook his head and said seriously: "No, there are too many contradictions. Our Wen family's meridians are broken, and the poison is immediately dispersed. After entering the body, it is too late to gather the poison with the wrong fist; after the meridian is broken, there is no strength in the whole body, and it has become a waste person. Even if it became an instinctive reaction, I still couldn't catch up with the speed of poisonous and corrosive body. "Little girl looked at Wen Leyang holding the" Incomplete Suicide Manual "left by Wen Jiazi and seemed to be eager to try. You're welcome.
Wen Leyang nodded helplessly for a moment, as if to see hope again: "If like me, there is not much toxin accumulated in the meridians, even if the meridians are broken, the highly toxic will not immediately poison me, as long as I can practice wrong Boxing, it should be time to come back together ... "
Before the words were finished, suddenly a cold voice squeezed into the depths of his eardrums, and the four masters were carrying his hands, and they did not know when he had come behind him: "Idiots say dreams, you can't feel the meridians with your current cultivation practice Existence, not to mention self-cutting meridians; when you find a poison that suits you, and when you have great skill to self-cut meridians, the poison accumulated in the meridians is enough to turn you into a rotten flesh in your fingers. If it is External force, I will smash your meridians with a palm, and all the internal organs and organs of your body will be beaten. The exercises left by that warm ancestor will not be mentioned in the future. "
‘I ’ve taken it’ seemed to be a little bit dissatisfied with the four masters. He climbed up to Wen Leyang ’s shoulders and shouted at the old man suddenly.
At this time, there was a light but somewhat chaotic footsteps in the red leaf forest. Dozens of men looked dignified and walked into the forest in a hurry. Every two people carried a stretcher made of rattan. A thick black cloth was covered from head to toe. Headed by a frivolous middle-aged man who looks like a thin and dry thief's eyebrows, how to look like a weasel, and it is definitely a key target for anti-pickling police at the train station.
Wen Leyang has lived in the forest for half a year, and has hardly seen anyone come in. After a moment of stunned, he lowered his voice and asked Xiao Yi: "Is it a dead character?"
Wen Xiaoyi also knew that something was wrong. He paled behind Wen Leyang and whispered, "Yes, they left Linzi a month before you came ..."
There was still no expression on the face of Wen Si, and he reached for the big house with his hand at the group of people.
Insignificant man waved his hand at the person behind him: "Lift in!"
With a bang, the door closed ...
After half an hour, the black wooden door opened again in a squeak, and the voice of the four masters came from the room: "Wen Leyang comes in."
Wen Le did n’t go far. Hearing the greeting, he hurriedly ran into the big house, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, a sticky stench wrapped him all over his nose, ears, The eyes and even 36,000 pores in the whole body drilled into the body together.
Those brawny men stood on the side of the big house, the stretcher was neatly placed on the ground, and the black cloth had been uncovered, exposing the ‘people’ on the stretcher.
Except for one head, the entire body of the person lying on the stretcher has shrivelled and collapsed, and the flesh and bones in the body have been completely drained, leaving a layer of lustrous human skin.
Except that every head is complete except for having no hair, and the expression is also full of smiles and satisfaction, just like having a good dream in a sound and sound sleep.
Wen Leyang slowly adjusted his breath, tried to suppress the horror caused by the weird corpse and the visceral organs that were turned by the stench. He walked to Wen Si, and bowed his head honestly to wait for instructions.
Master Wen Si's eyes didn't look at him at all, and his voice was as cold as ever: "I have something to go out for a few days. When I'm away, things in the square are up to you."
Wen Leyang was taken aback, and wanted to refuse but did not dare, and hurriedly followed behind the four grandpas: "This ... so many elders in the square ..." In addition to the newly returned dead font size, there are usually nearly 100 people in the red leaf forest. Responsible for the three sizes of birth, old and sick respectively, but Wen Leyang has only been speaking to Wen Xiaoyi and the four masters for half a year.
Although the old, sick, dead and ill-family belong to the Wen family, the atmosphere is quite different from the Wenjia village on the mountainside. Wenjia village is all up and down. They meet every day on weekdays. No matter how old or young they are, they are in love with each other. Knowing whether to speak or disdain to speak, except Wen Xiaoyi, other people simply ignored him. Even if Wen Leyang greeted someone happily, the other party was only polite if he was air and did not directly pass through his body. .
"The disciples in the Wen family are the masters of the old and sick, and you will naturally take care of me when I am away." Master Wen Si hesitated and picked up a lighter-sized ruby ​​box from the table and handed it to Wen Leyang: "This thing is kept for you. If I haven't returned within three months ~ EbookFREE.me ~ you will give it to your grandpa."
After speaking, the four masters stood up, ignored him, strode out of the house, and the dead man followed.
Wen Leyang hurriedly put the ruby ​​box into his arms, his face was uneasy, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and he followed everyone. He had never seen this thing before, and he had just placed it on the table of the four masters. It seemed that this group of dead characters should have brought it back.
In addition, under the ruby ​​box, there was a newspaper, and a line of eye-catching headlines: a mysterious ancient cave appeared in the depths of Mount Emei. But Wen Leyang couldn't take a closer look, and ran out of the house with the four masters.
Master Wen Si walked to the edge of Lin Zi and suddenly stood still: "Why didn't you use Qingfengsan in the house just now?" Qingfengsan is a medicine that Wen's brother always carries.
Wen Leyang honestly replied: "I have to remember that smell."
Senior Wen Si's face showed a rare smile, nodded and stepped again, a group of dead characters followed closely behind him.
"Go back, remember for three months. If I didn't come back, I wouldn't allow you to leave Lin Zi for half a step!" When the voice came, Master Wen Si had already led people to disappear outside Lin.
The four grandpas are gone, and the old, sick, and dead are temporarily handed over to themselves?
Wen Leyang tried to whisper, "Come here!"
No one ignored him. After a while, a pair of cold hands suddenly grabbed his arm from behind. Wen Lejiang looked back, Xiao Yi's face was pale, he was already unstable, his long eyelashes were trembling, and his clear eyes contained a painful look ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Welcome readers to visit and read The fastest and hottest serial works are all in ~ EbookFREE.me ~