The warm and dry wind stirred up the sand and dust. It hit the stretched roving on the window lattice, making a tiny crackling sound.
Liu Xiaomu watched Xiaoman and Qin Xiangchu retreat and closed the wooden door again. A trace of worry flashed through her heart.
Just then, Long Zaitian ran back in a hurry, told her about the disappearance of Yang and Qin, and then went out with the beggar gang to look for them. They returned in the evening and found nothing.
After Liu Xiaomu got the news, he immediately activated the "Chaoyin Bell" mother clock, hoping to find out the whereabouts of the little Taoist priest. However, the little Taoist priest was delayed in responding. He didn't know how many times he tried before he faintly noticed something strange in the room next door.
There was a fluctuation. When he ducked in, he took out the small "Chaoyin Bell" from a pile of changed robes, and it was dutifully making a "buzzing" vibrating sound.
"Stinky Taoist!"
She couldn't help but curse angrily, and frowned a few times, then relaxed her eyebrows. She seemed to be angry or complaining, "The good things I gave you are just thrown here and there. It's better now."
Right? I don’t know who I’ve fallen into, it’s really called ‘Every day the sky doesn’t respond, the earth and the earth don’t work’. Even if you want to ask my aunt for help, there’s nothing you can do...”
Liu Xiaomu secretly cursed a few times, then flashed back to his guest room, casually picked up an "Iron Feather Flying Knife" that Long Zaitian had picked up and put it away. Immediately, the red light flashed, and the beautiful figure disappeared, but towards these two people.
Li Changyuan, who had been running around the city all day, went there.
The guards dispersed and the courtyard was deserted.
There was silence under the shack. Yang Zhaoxi looked at Tan Qing, who was sleeping quietly again. She didn't know whether she was addicted to the drug or whether she was exhausted from practicing "Crossing the River with a Reed". In short, she finally got it again.
Free, can treat lower left arm trauma.
Speaking of wounds, after a fierce fight just now, there were many large and small stab wounds and scratches on the body. Even where the "Xuan Silk Soft Armor" resisted the stabs of the long soldiers, there were only small groups and small ones.
There were a lot of bruises. It was just that the iron feather flying knife was hit in the left arm and it was not removed in time. At this moment, it was already somewhat swollen and hot, which seemed the most serious.
Yang Zhaoxi wrapped her right hand around her left arm, and gently held the flying knife tightly. It only slightly affected some muscles and fascia, but she grimaced in pain. Then she looked at Tan Qing, who was sleeping soundly beside him, but she gritted her teeth and tried not to make too much noise.
Loud moaning sound.
When he made up his mind, he pulled out the flying knife fiercely. He felt that the scene in front of him suddenly turned into a mass of red and black, and a pain that shook his soul instantly enveloped him and he almost fainted.
When his eyes gradually became clearer, he realized that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, making him feel sticky and uncomfortable.
At this time, there was no medicine available for golden sores. The wound caused by the flying knife was oozing blood, and his head was dizzy, but he was awakened by the pain. Yang Zhaoxi took advantage of the fact that he still had strength, and hurriedly removed the linen cloth.
A few strips of cloth were pulled out from under the crotch robe. One end was bitten with the teeth, and the other end was wrapped around the right hand, and the upper left arm was quickly tightened. The bleeding speed of the wound gradually slowed down.
Yang Zhaoxi breathed heavily, watching the twilight fall outside the cage, making the shack darker and darker. For no apparent reason, a chill rushed to the back of his head, and he shook a few times, then sneezed twice in succession. A stream of clear water flowed quietly.
, flowed out from the left nostril. His body was cold and hot. He couldn't help laughing to himself: He actually contracted typhoid fever at this juncture. What a disaster!
He was captured and trapped in an iron cage. He suffered from typhoid fever and even suffered from a draft.
This shack was open on three sides and had a wall on one side. It was much worse than the small room of the Beggar Gang. Yang Chaoxi felt that the warm air on his body was being dragged away bit by bit by the passing wind. Not only was his body feeling cold,
, and he was vain and weak, sour and weak. At this time, not only to fight with others, but also to mention the Xuantong sword, it was very difficult.
"Senior Brother Yang...are you cold too?"
A weak female voice sounded in the darkness, but Tan Qing had woken up at some point. Seeing his shivering appearance, she thought he had lost his robe and could not withstand the cold night, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Junior sister Qin, are you awake? Does the injury on your leg still hurt?" Yang Chaoxi tried hard to steady her breath, but when she opened her mouth, her words fell into pieces.
Tan Qing didn't answer, but dragged his injured calf and leaned towards him, biting his lips.
The cage is not very big, and even though the two of them sit on one end of the other, they are only eight or nine feet apart.
Tan Qing came closer to Yang Chaoxi and became more and more aware of his abnormality. She took his palm and touched it. It was as cold as an ice cellar. So without hesitation, she took off the linen robe that he had given her half a day ago by the Wei Wang Pond.
, and draped it on him. On his own body, he only had a pair of close-fitting undershirt and corset. A faint body fragrance spread out, which made Yang Chaoxi, who was already a little dazed, suddenly feel a warning in his heart, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Seeing that he was still shivering, Tan Qing suddenly opened her arms and hugged him tightly from behind. The warmth and softness from the girl's body instantly penetrated her back and reached her limbs. Within a few breaths, she felt a tingling sensation.
The feeling slowly arises from the middle Dantian, rushing up to the divine court, and down to the sea of qi.
After a long time, Yang Zhaoxi's mind gradually became clearer, and bursts of heat began to come from his lower abdomen, which made his mouth dry and his eyes wild. Suddenly, a ridiculous idea came to his mind: He just wanted to turn around now and turn that delicate girl away.
Hold your body in your arms, and then press it into your body...
Tan Qingzheng wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed his body close to his back. How could he not notice the heat coming from his body? His cheeks turned red, and he hurriedly withdrew his arms, crossed his chest in front of him, and said shyly: "Senior Brother Yang
...You, why are you so hot...why don't you quickly collect your mind, breathe out your inner breath, and get rid of the cold poison in your body..."
Yang Chaoxi was suddenly inspired. He got out of his wandering mind and sat cross-legged. His eyes observed his nose, his nose observed his heart, his heart guarded his mind, his mind gave rise to feeling, he realized through feeling, he gained wisdom, wisdom controlled form, and form carried qi.
...Breathe in gently and exhale slowly, the air enters through the nose, and it takes a long time to spit out from the mouth, like a whale sucking water, like a dragon spitting out beads.
With each exhalation and inhalation, the hot air spurts out from between the lips and teeth. It is thick at first, like autumn mist, and gradually becomes thinner, almost non-existent.
However, after a few breaths, Yang Chaoxi's eyes opened slightly, showing no sadness or joy. His thoughts had gradually climbed from the state of "centering the mind". First he entered the state of "keeping one", then to the state of "thinking", and finally he touched the
The threshold of the state of "sitting and forgetting". I only feel that within the six and eight wastes, I don't know where to go, and there is no past and present. It seems that there is only a wisp of thought left, which seems to exist or die.
The innate and acquired qi in the upper, middle and lower dantian are still intertwined with each other, surging and tumbling, and turning smoothly in the small circumference. The Tao seeds rooted in the middle dantian seem to be awakened, swaying the branches and leaves comfortably.
, without leaving a trace, he pulled out bits and pieces of innate energy and poured it into his body. The black and white branches and leaves suddenly became happy, like many satisfied elves.
Unknowingly, some of the two qi gradually leaked out of the organs, passed through the skin, and escaped from the sweat pores. They gathered towards the wounds and bruises on his body, like a swarm of ants clinging to their bodies. The purple gold mixed in the two qi
The air is like thousands of stars, falling layer by layer on the bloody knife edge and spots of bruises. Like tiny ice crystals blending into it, the coolness spreads from the wounds and bruises, Yang Zhaoxi
He couldn't help but let out a smooth "Yeah" sound.
Tan Qing looked at his completely selfless state, and listened to the sound that sounded like pleasure and moans coming out of his lips and teeth. For some reason, Tan Qing actually turned red. Only then did he realize that Senior Brother Yang was no longer the same as before.
It was boiling hot and became warm and solid. He reluctantly opened his arms, dragged his calves, and walked around in front of him. His bright eyes stared unblinking at Senior Brother Yang, who was concentrating on his luck. For a moment, he could see
Crazy.
Practicing qigong and practicing qi is essentially a process of accumulating soil to form a mountain and water to form an abyss. There is no room for impatience.
At first, Yang Zhaoxi felt that the night wind was pouring into his body and the chill was unbearable. As time went by, warmth came on his own, and he gradually forgot that he was still trapped in the iron cage in the small courtyard, the dark shack, and Junior Sister Qin beside him.
.I just feel that my physical body is like an indescribable container. There are two kinds of Qi circulating in the container, and there are Tao seeds secretly arising. Everything is like the beginning of the grand mist, revealing a few mysterious feelings.
Yang Chaoxi was about to comprehend it carefully when he suddenly heard a cock crow and his eyes slowly opened.
A waning moon hangs in the corner of the wall.
Although the surroundings were still dark green, a light gray color showed through on the east courtyard wall. It turned out that after some exercises and breathing exercises, when I woke up again, it was already the fifth watch.
A petite body curled up in a ball, leaning against his side, with the linen robe still wrapped around it. It was Qin Qing. It seemed that the girl was more exposed last night, and the girl felt cold in her sleep, so she put on the linen robe again.
He pulled it over and used it as a quilt to cover himself.
Yang Chaoxi looked at her delicate eyebrows and beautiful curves, and a warmth gradually surged in her heart. So she gently picked up the linen robe and covered her again. Although her whole body was cold, she felt light and comfortable.
Indescribable peace and joy.
Although the linen robe moved slightly, Tan Qing didn't have many clothes on him. After a tug, he immediately noticed it and woke up.
With sleepy eyes, she glanced at the energetic Yang Chaoxi, and couldn't help but cry with joy: "Senior Brother Yang! Do you feel better? It was Qing'er who dragged you down... You were tricked by the Shanling Guards, and you ended up in this situation... ugh
Huh... Last night you felt hot and cold, just like the 'golden sore spasm' before. Qing'er was so scared that she cried... Only then did she know... Huh oh... Only then did she realize that you were also hit by a flying knife. The only thing left is
A little golden medicine was used to treat Qing'er's injuries..."
Yang Zhaoxi patted her shoulder and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I have grown up in the mountains since I was a child. These minor injuries and illnesses are nothing. They can be overcome with just a few blows! But Junior Sister Qin was implicated by her senior brother and was arrested here.
I have committed so many sins that senior brother feels very guilty!"
Tan Qing didn't answer, just cried. His tears were warm and endless, and soon wet his right arm.
Yang Chaoxi saw that he could not persuade her, so he had to caress her back gently without saying anything. The picture in his mind turned around, but it was when he was a child. Every time he made Lin'er cry, he would caress her back like this.
, made her gradually stop crying. And the sobbing junior sister Qin in front of her was so similar to the married sister Lin'er! Suddenly she felt that fate was unpredictable and was all a joke.
Tan Qing didn't know what he was thinking. His crying gradually stopped. He suddenly raised his head, looked at him with a pair of red eyes, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Senior Brother Yang! You, you really didn't touch Cui when you were in Cui Mansion that day.
Is Senior Sister healthy? Why do the people in her family hate you so much that they are determined to take your life? I know that Senior Sister Cui is interested in you, and she is prettier than me... If I were a man, I would probably want to marry you.
Most of them are senior sisters.”
Yang Chaoxi smiled bitterly and said: "Junior sister Qin asked such a question, but she still can't trust senior brother. Senior brother knows that he and Wan'er have a very different family background and it is difficult to get close to him, so he has never had any wrong ideas. Why should he ruin her reputation and make her
The Cui clan was humiliated? The Shanling Guards suddenly took action, which I didn't expect. I don't know how long the Cui clan leader had been planning to come up with such a trick to "invite you to sleep"! I think the leader of the Dragon Gang and the others must have been in a hurry at this time.
broken……"
Tan Qing was still doubtful, but suddenly he vowed: "It goes without saying, Leader Long. I'm afraid there is another person, but he is more anxious than Leader Long. Brother Yang, Qing'er dares to make a bet with you, if someone really finds him
Here, to save you and me, there must be her—Li, Xiao, Man."
Yang Zhaoxi: "..."
The morning sun is rising, and the morning drums are noisy.
Yang Zhaoxi expected it to be true. The beggar gang members who had searched for half a day without success yesterday gathered again in front of the main hall of the old courtyard early this morning. Everyone carried sticks and looked solemn, and they all looked at the dragon with passionate words.
In the field.
Long Zaitian stood with his arms akimbo, holding a long iron stick as thick as an arm, his beard twitching: "Brothers! That big family named Cui bullied people too much, and abducted our Elder Yang and Girl Tan for no reason.
Now his whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown. Although our Beggar Gang has always been looked down upon by others, we are all good men with a clear sense of good and evil, and are chivalrous. How can we be subjected to such insults! Today we will use some methods to punish
I want to show that person surnamed Cui, so that those rich and powerful people who are unkind to get rich can see that I, the Beggar Gang, are not allowed to be manipulated by anyone!"
The cow with diarrhea spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. He was the first to raise his stick and respond: "Master Long is right! My old cow has long disliked the Cui Mansion! I go there begging for food on weekdays and refuse to give up some food and money to pay back.
, and also let the evil servants come out to beat people. Not only is it unkind for the sake of wealth, it is simply doing nothing!"
Seeing this, the other Zhangbos spat out thick phlegm and denounced him one after another, enumerating the evil deeds of Cui Mansion.
Seeing that his morale was ready, Long Zaitian hurriedly waved his hand down to silence the group of beggars, and said loudly: "Everyone, Zhang Bo, from today on, you will each lead a disciple. In addition to continuing to search for Elder Yang and the whereabouts of the girl, every day.
At this hour, a group of beggars must rush to the gate of Cui Mansion and spit on each person with thick phlegm. If you still dare to allow the evil servants to beat people, ask those evil servants to learn how to use our "dog beating stick"
!Hahaha! Let’s go!!”
After hearing this, the group of beggars were all excited! So they all carried sticks and immediately rushed out of the old courtyard, rushing first to the Xinxing Square.