Repugnant Gateway

In the next three days, this small fishing boat became the place where Anzheng would settle down. Every day he repeats one thing, that is to go to Qing Huizong's kitchen to wash dishes. The weirdo seems to have an incomprehensible cleanliness, or it may be used to torture Ann for joy.

If Anzheng is only going to wash the dishes, it may not attract Qing Huizong's attention, but Anzheng is definitely not an honest person, and his realm of strength is not enough to make Anduo revenge Luo Duoduo, but trouble is always possible .

Every time he went to Qinghuizong's kitchen, Anzheng would do something bad, either by giving medicine in a water tank or poisoning in the rice. These means of anxiety, which were previously unattractive, now use it without conscience.

To kill the wicked is to do good.

It is a pity that although Qinghui Sect is not a big school, the strength of Sect Master Qingfeng is in a small holy land, which is much higher than Bian. No matter whether it is medicine or poisoning, it has no meaning for Li Qingfeng.

Middle-aged men have the same cold and indifferent attitude as before, but there are many ways to torture security. In order to get the news of Xiaoliuer, An Zheng had tolerated all this.

After lunch, An Zheng couldn't help but glanced at the guy with regret: "With your strength, even if you don't eat for a lifetime, it won't be a problem. Why are you having three meals a day on time?"

The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng and said seriously: "Eating is the most basic right granted by God. If you give up even eating, what is the point of being a man?"

An Zheng: "But why do I think you just want me to go to Qinghuizong's kitchen to do the dishes for you?"

Middle-aged man's sullen expression: "You can't go."

An Zhenggang was about to say something. He made a shut-up gesture towards An Zheng: "I didn't ask you, you can go at any time. You have other ways to inquire about the whereabouts of your beautiful girl, you died. The stubbornness must follow me. "

Anzheng's face changed: "What the **** do you know? I haven't said to you that my friend is male or female."

The middle-aged man said, "Look at your lustful look, and know that you are not a man."

An Zheng: "There are men."

Middle-aged man: "Oh, you have a lot of interests."

An Zheng: "If I can beat you ..."

The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and An Zheng was immediately rejuvenated by the electricity.

"Go wash the dishes, then come back and squat on the bow for three hours."

"Squatting?"

"Immediately."

Ann sighed and ran at least a hundred and ten miles back and forth with two bowls. However, An Zheng found that these three days of change were really too big, and the wordless exercises have been quietly changing him. An Zheng can perceive that his improvement in speed can be described in terms of leap. Although the wordless method looks rough, once you get started, the more you practice, the more mysterious it becomes.

After returning from Qing Huizong, An Zheng was penetrating the crouching horse step. He didn't know what it meant, but An Zheng knew that this guy was helping himself. I do n’t know the identity of the other party, nor the origin of the other party, but from the present point of view, although the other party ’s every move is very annoying, it is very helpful to Anzheng. So Anzheng didn't understand why he was squatting, but he still did it, and he stayed still for three hours.

The middle-aged man took a nap and seemed to have a dream. The dream had been singing a very strange song, just a few words back and forth.

"I used to dream of going to the world with a sword, but now I just want to go home ..."

The three-hour Ma Bu is nothing to An Zheng, but the time is a bit difficult, so he began to recall the pictures on the wordless exercises in his mind, and then thought of a wonderful way to breathe while running How to flow, how to run the blood, he deliberately speeds up, so that he can run like a horse when the horse is still, and the breath and blood run are no different. In this way, the non-word practice can also be practiced.

Immersed in spiritual practice, the three hours passed quickly. And that guy seemed to be wound up, woke up after three hours of sleep, rubbed his eyes, looked up at the sky.

"I'm not dead yet?"

Suddenly he said these four words with a frown, and he seemed a little disappointed.

An Zheng: "There is a river in front of you. If you don't work, jump down, maybe it's just a few minutes."

The middle-aged man said strangely: "Do you think I haven't tried it?"

An Zheng stunned: "You are sick, you even tried this."

The middle-aged man stood up for a moment and said, "I have tried many things, and you can't think of more."

An Zheng vaguely felt some sadness and some sadness from the tone of the person's speech. The atmosphere also became depressed, so An Zheng planned to change the subject to ease: "Senior, why do you want me to crouch for three hours?"

"What do you think?"

"Senior wanted me to practice quietly, I can feel the kindness of the senior."

"Ha ha……"

"Senior mean?"

"You call me senior? Forget it, if you are willing to call me Master, I will give you a peerless skill."

"I have a master."

An Zheng answered neatly: "If you have a master, you can no longer recognize others as masters."

Maybe Chen Xiaoyao is really not a qualified master, but on the rivers and lakes, as long as you recognize the master, it will be a lifetime. When you have a master and recognize someone else as a master, you are betraying the master and it is a big deal. An Zheng is not a stereotypical person, but some things are the bottom line, he will not think about it.

"Your master? What can your master give you?"

"Then he is also my master."

"Forget it, talk back to Ma Bu."

The middle-aged man glanced at An Zheng: "You think too much, I let you crouch, just afraid you will disturb me to sleep."

An Zheng: "..."

The middle-aged man looked at the sky and then pointed to the river: "Jump down."

"why?"

"Under the state of breathlessness at the bottom of the river, the real Qi keeps running. When you can do it, I will tell you where the beautiful girl is."

"I hope that my seniors can speak and talk."

An Zheng jumped into the water with a thud, and pressed down to sink into the water. It seems that the river is not big, and the surface of the river is several tens of meters wide, but I did not expect it to be so deep. Anzheng sank down to a full sixty or seventy meters to the end, and then Anzheng knew that he was pitted.

Under such deep water, people with normal water pressure can't stand it. With the strength of security, there is no problem for how long to sink in the water in the state of closed air, but it is difficult to be difficult. In the state of closed air, the true Qi in the body cannot work. Breathing is the most basic method of spiritual practice. It must be breathed in order for true qi to work. This is a very contradictory matter.

After sleeping for half an hour, An Zheng could not meet the requirements of the middle-aged man. But anxiety is not reconciled, so quickly admitted that failure is not an anxiety style.

If you don't hold your breath, you won't move. If you are really pneumatic, you must breathe.

An Zheng's mind was running fast, but it seemed to be unsolvable no matter how he thought about it. The so-called spiritual practice of practitioners is not just to be connected according to a certain kind of practice, breathing and spitting takes up a certain amount of time. Replenishing the consumed power of repair, to ensure the smooth operation of true Qi in the body, this must be breathed.

What if you don't breathe through your nose?

An Zheng began to change his mind, and then tried to replace the nose breathing with pores all over the body. There is no problem with the idea, but it is difficult to implement it. There is no connection between the pores and the lungs. If you want to breathe through the pores, you must open up a lot of gas veins to connect the lungs, which is equivalent to forcing yourself to change your body.

The human body structure is fixed, and the stronger the cultivation, the wider the original meridians and veins. There is such a thing as developing a new vein in your body.

But Anzheng is a person who refuses to give up easily and finds a direction, then plunges into it, and wants to solve the problem if he wants to break his scalp.

On the boat, the middle-aged man looked at the bubbles rising from the surface of the water and shook his head slightly: "The foundation is really too bad, and the poor people want to give up."

Suddenly he waved his hand, and the anxiety under the water felt a sudden shock. He followed the blood culture beads that could not be removed from his wrist and flew out, followed by the anti-scale **** armor also got out of the body. All of his magic instruments were sucked up, and then he heard the voice of the guy uploading from the water.

"It is meaningless for you to take these things. It is a blasphemy to use them with your current strength. I will keep it for you first. When I think you are qualified to use these instruments, I will return it to you. A practitioner, if there are too many superlative instruments on his body, then he will naturally become dependent. That ’s how you ... concentrate on it, and want to know where your friends are, I will meet my requirements. "

After the voice ended, An Zheng meditation in his heart a hundred sentences to **** your uncle.

The middle-aged man looked at the bubbles still rising under the water and suddenly snapped his fingers, followed by the water and boiled. One by one, the purple electric dragon rolled in the water, and the temperature of the water reached the boiling point soon.

An Zheng felt that his skin was about to explode.

He was trying his best to try to rely on pores to breathe. At this time, the purple electricity in the water was vertical and horizontal, and his skin was about to crack. Where can he still meditate and think about how to use pores to breathe.

The middle-aged man sitting on the deck said to himself, "I am not good to you now, you may think that I am targeting you, torturing you deliberately, in fact ... you are thinking right, I just want to torture you."

He shrugged his shoulders, explored the space of the blood-pearl bracelets, and suddenly surprised.

"Actually there is so much inventory."

He shook his hands tremblingly. The wine, food, and all kinds of delicious food fell out. That's the blood culture beads bracelet, which is connected to the blood vessels of Anzheng. Apart from Anzheng, no one can take out the things in the space of blood culture beads so unreasonably. He is simply a robber, not even talking about the rules at all.

The middle-aged man roasted the meat with the content of contention, drank the wine, and ate the snack. After looking at the bubbles that kept rising under his sleep, he lay down again to prepare for sleep.

When turning over, he took out an hourglass and placed it on the deck. It takes twelve hours to finish the hourglass.

He determined that with the position and cultivation of peace, it would take at least twelve hours to try, at least thirty-six hours to open a new vein in the body, and at least forty-eight hours to allow pores to replace Nose and mouth to breathe.

So he intends to sleep forty-eight hours, anyway, sleeping is the best way for him to pass the time.

I didn't know how long I slept. The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes. The next second he swept away from the water and slammed on the deck. His breath was short and his eyes were red.

"I did it, tell me where they are!"

When he said this, he seemed like a beast.

The middle-aged man looked at the hourglass and just missed it by almost two-thirds. Eight hours later, Anzheng did it.