Chapter 67 Compilation of Allusions
The change happened suddenly, and I was totally unprepared!
As my five internal organs ached, the internal energy that had been completely consumed by the Qingmu Huasheng Jue suddenly surged, and then swooped down towards the newly born weak internal energy.
Just like before, the newly generated internal energy was no match for the Qingmu Huasheng Jue internal energy and was completely annihilated in the blink of an eye. All traces of its existence were wiped out completely.
Gu Dan's face couldn't stop twisting. He pressed his palm on his chest and felt as if the blood in his body was almost flowing backwards.
After a while, Gu Dan wiped away the cold sweat and took a breath of cool air.
Once the Qingmu Huasheng Jue, which always appears to be full of vitality, senses other internal energy in the body, it will go completely crazy and completely disobey any control, and will even spontaneously eliminate the threat!
Try it and you will die!
If he had not reached the level of a martial arts master and perfected his internal organs, he would have died when the Qingmu Huasheng Jue drew on the five internal organs' original energy! "It's confirmed. The internal breath technique cannot coexist at all."
Gu Dan was finally able to say this with certainty.
He has reached the forefront of the world in the art of inner breathing. He can no longer refer to any classics and can only grope his way forward step by step.
Pioneers always take great risks! Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Although this attempt was unsuccessful, it also dispelled his bold ideas. In the future, he can concentrate on improving Qingmu Huasheng Jue and stop thinking about it.
Although he has not yet figured out why the internal energy techniques conflict with each other so violently, this is not something he should consider now.
He carried the sleeping Cang back to the house, but saw that the candlelight was still on in the small room where Xun Ke was.
"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Gu Dan raised his eyebrows slightly. Qin Lisheng had tormented Xun Ke a lot during the day. Why not take a rest and light a candle at night? He pushed open the door quietly and saw a small figure sitting in front of the desk, concentrating on writing.
He walked over silently and took a closer look.
[There is a man in the East Market, called Qin. Qin means livestock!
He is a dandy boy who loves luxury, fine houses, beautiful maids, male paramours, fine clothes, delicious food, fine horses, bright lights, fireworks, opera theaters, drums, antiques, flowers and birds. He is addicted to tea and oranges, and obsessed with books and poetry. He has toiled for half his life, but has failed to learn to read, to be righteous, to write, to become an immortal, to learn Buddhism, to learn farming, to learn gardening, and nothing else! 】
Good fellow! Gu called out in worry.
This kid must be so depressed! There is no technique between the lines, it is all emotion!
Xun Ke was unaware that there was a pair of eyes watching him silently from behind. As the pen and ink flowed, the depressed mood in his heart seemed to dissipate. He felt extremely refreshed and wrote with more force.
[Suddenly one day, I heard that there was a doctor in the West Quarter, with a stunning appearance, rare in the world, outstanding medical skills, benevolent and loving people, with the ability to bring people back to life, and the ambition to save the world. He was willing to hide in the courtyard, not seeking fame or wealth, and not seeking wealth and honor. Everyone praised him and said he was an immortal! ]
'Yo!'
Gu was worried and thought, is there still a role for me?
[The bird admired the words of praise and was overjoyed when he heard them. He left with a swagger and wanted to ask the doctor to be his teacher. The doctor was pleased and gave him a hundred volumes of medical books. He read them a hundred times and understood their meaning.
After reading the book briefly, Qin regretted deeply and could not bear the pain, so he put it aside. Later, he caught a cold, picked up a medical book and diagnosed himself, wrote a good prescription, took it, and died! 】
"ha"
Gu Dan finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
Xun Ke was shocked. He turned around and saw that it was Gu Dan. His face turned red and he stammered, "Mr. Gu Gu?"
Gu Dan pretended to be serious and said in all seriousness: "The story is short and concise, and it is thought-provoking. I love it very much. Please update it quickly. I can't sleep tonight!"
"I just..."
Xun Ke felt his head was burning. It was fine if he wrote to vent his feelings, but was he actually seen by others? He was so embarrassed! Life was so tiring. There was nothing in this world worth his nostalgia. "Huh? Is there anything more below?"
Gu Dan had sharp eyes and saw that when Xun Ke stretched out his hand to cover it, a corner of the suppressed ink mark was revealed again. Obviously, this was not the first time he vented in this way.
"let me see!"
As he spoke, he was about to pull the paper away.
"don't want!"
Xun Ke exclaimed, snatched it away, and his face turned as red as a stewed prawn.
"Isn't it written for others to see? There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Gu Dan felt very sorry that he could not see it in person. He had such a solid foundation at such a young age. What would happen if he was older? If someone were to make up a story, who knows, if the story was passed down, that person would be infamous forever.
Scholars are really different! "Mr. Gu, I want to rest."
Xun Ke tried to make himself appear more justified in the various short stories he wrote in hiding.
After all, it would be too embarrassing to be discovered that you can't argue openly but write little stories behind their backs.
Although that guy is really annoying, he still has some dignity!
"Well, I was worried that you would be upset, but I didn't expect that I was worrying too much."
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Nodding, Gu Dan said goodbye with a smile.
Only Xun Ke was left standing in front of the desk with a changing face. He hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't bear to burn the story he had written.
The wind whistled past my ears and the horses galloped on the official road.
The night is deep and the weather is cool as water.
Gong Shangguo held a silver spear in his hand, with a cold light in his eyes.
Against the backdrop of the bright moon's afterglow, a group of people in front were holding torches and holding swords.
In the years of great disasters, there were many bandits rampant, but here, only a hundred miles away from the imperial capital, there were bandits so bold as to commit crimes and rob people on the official roads! One can imagine what the outside world is like.
Before a group of people in the temple tried their best to celebrate Emperor Zong Ming's birthday, countless people of Dayue fell into the sea of fire.
"Leave your money and I'll spare your life!"
When they were about a hundred steps away, Gong Shangguo heard the gang of thieves shouting from afar.
The horse's four hooves seemed to be stepping on the wind, without slowing down at all.
When you get closer, it's not hard to see that the people blocking the road are all pale and thin. Even their swords and knives don't know where they came from. They either have chips or broken blades, and some even use a piece of wood to tie the broken pieces together.
A mob is nothing more than this.
When they saw that the horses in front of them did not slow down at all, and the people on the horses were holding silver spears in their hands, as if they were going to charge forward regardless of the consequences, some commotion broke out among the crowd, and they became afraid before the battle even started.
The hand that was holding the silver spear loosened a little, Gong Shangguo put down the silver spear and suddenly tightened the reins in his hand!
The horse neighed, raised its legs at the last moment, and stopped when it was about to break through the men.
The person closest to him was so frightened that his face turned pale and his whole body was trembling.
He leaned his silver spear on the ground and jumped off his horse.
He was clearly standing there alone, but it seemed as if he had surrounded more than a dozen people. He said in an unquestionable tone: "Who is the leader? Stand out!"
(End of this chapter)