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Many probation and death row inmates have given rise to all kinds of speculations, but the owners of the seven thatched huts near the water are miserable.

They fell into the rotation of Tai Chi, the field of yin and yang, and the qi and blood around them could not help others, plus they took the initiative to urge before, and now they can't stop even if they want to.

The qi and blood fist power of the seven people is like building a blood and qi furnace, putting Su Qinian into it, extracting it in every possible way, and refining refined steel.

At this time, the seven people still didn't know Su Qiannian's thoughts, this was treating them as coolies, using their qi, blood, fist power to forcibly penetrate the bones, break through the bone layer, and quench the marrow blood.

Usually, people who practice martial arts build a foundation, step by step, the marrow blood is located in the middle of the human skeleton, the marrow is very difficult, there is a bone layer barrier, and it has to penetrate point by point, so the cultivation of this layer of kung fu consumes a very long time, and even almost catches up with the sum of the previous six layers of kung fu.

With the help of the blood and fist power of the seven chairs in the probation and death row inmates in Xiaoyao Valley, Su Qiannian turned it into a fiery furnace, like a master of the Heavenly Empire's blades quenching gold and iron, refining thousands of times, and the results were immediate.

Now, Su Qinian's body is almost as transparent as water, with bright red blood, white bones, and a few shadows in his internal organs.

As if he was in the midst of a raging fire, Su Qinian was also bold in this way, but he had spiritual power in his body, and the power of the first "Ecstasy Dafa" was operated to the extreme, and the spiritual power was inextricably linked, infiltrating into the body, forcibly pulling, and restricting every bit of blood and qi power.

It is only him, if other people act indiscriminately like this, the seven blood and qi that are not weaker than him will enter the body, and the five organs will be displaced, the meridians will burst, and he will become disabled.

Gurgling!

Slowly, the bones belonging to Su Qinian also slowly became transparent, and you could see the bright red pith blood flowing in the sea of marrow, not very quickly, as if giving birth to a viscous feeling, gurgling.

There was a fresh aroma derived from his mouth, and Su Qinian couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, full of sweetness, like a jade liquid.

Essence blood brewed elixir!

Su Qinian's heart moved, bone marrow hematopoiesis, marrow refining is equivalent to blood exchange, in exchange for a body of qi and blood impurities, naturally achieve an unsullied body, and saliva is fragrant, such as agar jelly, indicating that the kung fu of refining marrow has entered the room, which can be regarded as a small achievement.

At this time, Su Qinian looked at the owners of the seven fists again, all of them were pale, and the deficit of qi and blood was huge, and if they wanted to make up for it, they would probably have to cultivate carefully for several days, and they could not go into the mountains to collect medicine.

As soon as his mind moved, Su Qiannian reversed his seven fists and fought back.

Poof!

The seven people were shocked and vomited blood one by one, although it seemed that the injuries were more serious, but if they looked closely, the faces of the seven people barely recovered a little blood.

"What a subtle control!"

The two brothers in the ninth thatched house gritted their teeth, it was just fucking damn damn, they still couldn't believe it, how could they have given birth to such an almost reborn change in just one month.

The transparent body slowly regained its flesh color, and Su Qinian let out a long roar, and the air behind him was violently distorted.

Knock! Knock!

There was a dull sound of a farrier falling to the ground, which was depressing in the heart, it was a fiery horse with a blood-red body, a long mane, and hooves as big as a bowl, striding out of the distorted air.

Its gaze is very unruly, but behind Su Qinian, it looks very tame, the horse's hooves rise and fall very light and vigorous, and its posture is elegant, but it shows a sense of strength.

"Sweat blood, sweat blood BMW!"

The suspended death row inmates on all sides were shocked, spoke with difficulty, and involuntarily retreated one by one.

Su Qinian's gaze is not very sharp, nor is it a gentleness that has precipitated after experiencing the world, but a kind of grandeur, brightness or openness.

Yes, his gaze is frank and swaying, scanning everyone, his backbone is straight, his black hair is light, even if a dark green robe is not very luxurious, it is far inferior to many probation death row inmates in silk satin robes, but in the eyes of the condemned death row inmates on probation at this moment, there is a temperament that cannot be ignored, as if the sun illuminates the darkness, making them clearly realize the dirt in their hearts, which is nothing to hide, and it is delicate.

Following the passage where the crowd got out of the way, Su Qiannian gradually moved away.

Looking at the man and the horse, the owners of the several thatched houses near the water who reluctantly got up all had complicated eyes.

"The body of the horse is still a little illusory, but it has begun to take on the form of a god, and it may not have reached a thousand catties, but it definitely has the strength of seven or eight hundred catties. ”

"Could the little marquis know something......

Some probation and death row inmates muttered quietly, after the shame is irrepressible envy, in the Valley of Freedom, they are more eager to build a foundation than any person in the martial arts, under the tiger's head, walking on the edge of life and death every day, even at night can not be calm.

They understand that if Su Qiannian is in the year, I am afraid that within a year, he may be able to completely push the seventh layer of "Turtle and Snake Gong" to the state of consummation, and they have the qualifications to try to build a foundation, open up a dantian, and nurture the true qi of the inner family.

Waterfront shore.

The Jing Du Daoist looked at the young man in front of him, and his beard seemed to have been combed, and it was no longer so thick.

Without saying anything, Su Qiannian bowed to the Taoist.

Waving his hand, the Jing Dudao man turned straight away, and walked a little farther away, before a sound sounded, which seemed to be a poem, but it was not peaceful, but more like a song.

"The road ahead is windy, yin and yang are dogs, nine layers of loess are tired, life and death do not look back......"

......

"Nine layers of loess, life and death do not look back, nine layers of loess, life and death do not look back......"

Walking in the deep mountains and old forests, Su Qinian chanted young, and the singing voice of the quiet Taoist was full of tragedy, and there was a great pride, which made Su Qiannian more and more unable to see through this seemingly rude Taoist, and the delicacy of his mind was often incomprehensible.

Qingyang Peak.

Coming to the bottom of the mountain again, Su Qinian walked on a serious mountain road, the mountain road was winding, and you could see some smooth stone faces and broken branches of trees, obviously someone took the first step and simply cleaned it up.

Qingyang Stream, the stone road down the stream has traces of knives and axes, and simple stone steps are chiseled out one by one, and the moss is removed, but it is much more stable than before.

Some gravel and weeds piled up outside the palace gate, Su Qiannian stood in front of the Qingyang Palace, looked up at the plaque engraved by the original Qingyang Palace master, and wiped it with water, although it was full of cracks, but the three words of Qingyang Palace were clearly visible.

"Good calligraphy!

Seeing these three words clearly, Su Qinian couldn't help but admire, he is also a reader, the sage and the truth are in one mind, he has been writing and practicing since he was a child, and he has read poetry and books for fifteen years now, and there is already a little meaning between the ups and downs of the pen, but compared with the three words of Qingyang Palace, it is a small thing, and the spirit is not a level at all.

"The lord of a peak, the character of the Taoist Yuanshen, the truth of the world, the grasp of the operation of the way of heaven is another level, such a character, I am afraid that all of them are university scholars, the power of suppression, the strength of morality, it is impossible to appear in the biography of some chivalrous men in the previous life who did not know big characters, that can only be called a martial artist. ”

Su Qinian sighed, and even from the ups and downs of the three words on this plaque, he captured the wisps of hidden edge, obviously this first generation of peak master martial arts profound, left his own sharp will between the lines, even if it was thousands of years apart, it was not completely wiped out by time.

Walking into Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian couldn't help laughing, because the fat man had a big white cloth towel on his head at night, a long-handled broom in his hand, and the Taoist robe was taken off and wrapped around his waist, revealing a snow-white lining.

"Dog's day's miscellaneous house, fucking Jinghe old miscellaneous hair! Quiet his grandmother's river! Dip the river! Dip the pig cage!"

Not far away, Qing Yu wiped his sweat beads helplessly, shook his head at Su Qinian who walked in, smiled bitterly, and said, "It seems that it is not as simple as imagined." ”

Taking a broom, Su Qinian also joined in.

Raising his foot and stepping on a few weeds that had slipped through the net, Su Qinian buried his head and said: "It's the miscellaneous room that refuses to send people." ”

Blicking away a piece of soil slag on the robe, Qing Yu said in a deep voice: "Each peak has its own land and income and expenditure, if you want to hire people in the miscellaneous service room, you have to collect money and spend silver, or my Qingyang Peak will open up the miscellaneous service room by myself, and gather the disciples of the outer courtyard who have passed the age limit to settle in and wait for the dispatch." (I'm more satisfied with the ten steps of this chapter in the evening, and it's written out of time, but it feels good, very good.) Well, ask for tickets as usual, ask for collections. ）