If it weren't for this ink rhyme, Zhong Yue wouldn't believe that he had actually seen his bones turn black...

Zhong Yue looked ugly and murmured to himself: "No, is this Nine Palace Cold Poison so poisonous? Isn't it almost finished eliminating? Why do bones turn black?"

Zhong Yue opened the expansion mall page. At this time, it is no longer a matter of strength or not. His bones are getting black, and his life is important.

"It shouldn't be... I'm in good health, is it a reflection of my light? Then this time I've been too long, right?"

He glanced at the character attribute column. Originally, there was also the Nine Palace Cold Poison that was looming in the body attribute column, but now it looked gone.

"Is it no longer saved? No..."

Zhong Yue was so scared that he burst into cold sweat, but he didn't feel anything wrong with his body.

"Is there a hidden disease?"

If it were in reality, Zhong Yue probably had already gone to the hospital for surgery now, his bones were black, and he was so necrotic. It was probably at that time, the doctor would tell Zhong Yue a sentence after seeing the MRI, "It's no help, go home to eat and drink."

But Zhong Yue felt something was wrong. He could walk, run, jump and jump. This was not like a bone necrosis. As for poisoning, according to Zhong Yue's superficial medical knowledge, there was no medicine that could make human bones turn black on a large scale in a short period of time. Moreover, the black he saw was not a faint black dot, but a kind of black that was a little shiny, which was simply unscientific black!

Zhong Yue stared at the back of his hand and stared at the back of his hand for a long time, but through his skin, he did not see any black marks. Even if the bones turn black is caused by the cold poison of the Nine Palaces, the limbs must turn black first. However, the knuckles, where the bones can be seen, did not turn black, and there was no sign of blueness.

"Did you read it wrong? No, feel it again."

Even if you die, Zhong Yue feels that he must die clearly.

He once again ran [The Condensation of Mo Yi Qi Jue].

This time he simply attached several ink rhymes that were absorbed into his skin. He wanted to see how these ink rhymes that broke into his body entered his bones. Or was it because his bones were black, not because of the disease, but because of the ink rhymes!

If it is the ink rhyme of heaven and earth, then it will be a dead end! What should I do with the second method of accumulating ink into the Tao?

The Mo Yun of Heaven and Earth did not give him any chance, but entered his bones directly. There was no Mo Yun in his dantian, so the Condensation Ink Qi Art could not continue to practice.

Zhong Yue's consciousness slowly extended with the ink rhyme that entered his body. It was still the familiar route of operation, and the original mantra. The ink rhyme in the blood slowly flowed.

As expected, while Zhong Yue was not paying attention, Mo Yun searched and left the original route, as if she was being pulled by a huge suction force, and wandered quickly towards it.

"Come back!"

Zhong Yue had to involve Mo Yun this time. No matter it was the toxin of the Nine Palace Cold Poison or other reasons, it could not stop him from condensing the ink into the Tao!

Under Zhong Yue's will, Mo Yun, who was originally going to leave the running line, seemed to have stopped a little.

Zhong Yue was happy, and it seemed that he could control the ever-gone ink rhyme of heaven and earth. He slowly grabbed the ink rhyme of heaven and earth and continued to run the [Condensing Ink Yi Qi Art] with difficulty. However, this was just a few wisps of ink rhyme, and more ink rhymes of heaven and earth kept flowing out of the blood, running without a trace. Finally, these wisps of ink rhyme controlled by Zhong Yue were about to enter the dantian. When he activated the method of accumulation of ink, he was shocked by some strange force and disappeared.

Depend on!

Zhong Yue was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He fell to his head and there was still no hair in his dantian, which was embarrassing.

What's going on?

Zhong Yue's consciousness looked into the bones again. If the ink method is the blood method, then what does the ink rhyme of heaven and earth flow into his bones?

Bone method?

Could it be...

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, and if the ink method is the blood method.

The brushwork has never been easy forever. Everyone has the same bones as it corresponds to. The ancients also used words such as bones, muscles and bones. Isn’t it the same as condensing ink into the bones?

Zhong Yue's mind is very open.

If this is true, then this set of ink-condensing Qi techniques will become useless and you cannot condense ink into the dantian at all. How can you accumulate ink into the dantian?

The blackening of one's own bones is likely caused by the overbearing nine powers of the gods and man!

Otherwise, Zhong Yue would not be able to explain that his body was not painful or itchy, and he was young, and he could not be terminally ill.

"It seems that I have to ask someone who understands..." Zhong Yue murmured to himself.

Now he was like the problem he encountered when he was the first time when he was Lianqi Shu, and he was rushing around like a headless fly. If there was no teacher like Jin Nong's advice, he could only rely on time and detours to explore.

He glanced at the paper and ink on the table and murmured to himself: "The Banquet in the Four Seas may be a good opportunity."

Although there are countless painting buildings and study sites on the Thirteen Bridges of Bianhe River, the foundation like Xingsu City is rare, especially the calligraphers and painters who have entered the Taoist temple. They have never seen it before. If they can attend the banquet in the Four Seas, it will be a rare opportunity, and they can communicate with those predecessors.

Zhong Yue stood up and thought about it over and over again. As for what painting he wanted to make, when he stepped along the coast, he had already thought about it and he wanted to paint the Bian River "Qingming Bian River Map"!

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In a prosperous gathering place in Zhongzhou, the old man with a sword embroidered on his chest, he was sitting lazily on his soft clothes, rubbing his slender fingers back and forth, and his sword-practicing fingers were generally very long.

"You said you let the person go?"

Liu Xinghe said a little crampedly: "That person...that person is the inner sect of Xingsu City. The sage family, my subordinates dare not refuse to obey..."

Tao Gongshou narrowed his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "The House of Saints? Haha, Xingsu City is afraid that the Clay Buddha will cross the river and it will be difficult for him to protect himself. Are you still afraid of a mere worshiper? He went to Zhongzhou and asked for work in the painting building, and he had long been like a dog with a broken family."

"Star City..."

"There is no peace in the morning. Forget it. After all, there is Yun Palace behind the Thirteenth Bridge as your backer. You have been cheated and you have already revealed your strength. If you take action, you will be able to take care of it. Then you will not be able to take care of me."

After all, Liu Xinghe is not a good thing. When he heard this, he felt even colder. This thief actually made a fraud?!
Chapter completed!