Old state

Chapter 13 3

When Yang Zigui woke up, he found that his internal strength was gone. He hesitated for a while, and decided to start from scratch.

A martial arts practitioner will feel that time passes very quickly after he enters meditation. When he enters meditation, it is only Maoshi, and it is already noon after dredging his meridians.

In fact, his meridian was not damaged, or even if it was damaged, it has recovered.

So what is the reason for the disappearance of internal force?

Yang Zigui rested his chin and thought.

Not only was the meridian not damaged, but it seemed to have widened a little.It is strange that the internal force is not in any place in the body, neither in the meridians nor in the dantian.

And even though his internal energy was gone, his body didn't feel a bit uncomfortable.

It stands to reason that if one loses all of one's inner strength after training to his level, it would be equivalent to losing half one's life.

But now I can run and jump, and I am in good health.

He can also be regarded as a generation of grandmasters, but he is also helpless in the current situation.He had never encountered such a situation, and he did not know how to proceed.

He thought for a while, then suddenly remembered that the child hadn't come back yet.

He originally thought that the child was just going out to find something to eat or make a convenience, and he should be back in a while.

There should be no ferocious beasts on Wuhui Mountain, plus that dead child is very ghostly, clever and ruthless, and all the pursuers died in that garden, so he wasn't worried at all.

However, it has been three hours, and the child is still missing.

He stood up and ran quickly down the hill.

He seemed to know where the child was.

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Yang Caiqiong is now experiencing the most thrilling moment of his life.

Those people formed a circle and surrounded him.

In addition to the wall, it is the enemy.

These people all wore masks made of copper, and only a pair of eyes were exposed. The eyes of different colors showed fierce lights. They looked like a pack of hungry wolves, trying to tear the prey in front of them into pieces.

Yang Caiqiong knew these people, and he might not be able to beat any of them.

But he doesn't want to go back.

He gripped a pocket knife under his clothes.

It is said that this is the Fish Intestine Sword, which was given to him by Yang Zigui when he came back one day.It is said that this small knife blows hair and short hair, cuts iron like mud, and is used for self-defense by him.

Even with the magic weapon in hand, he is not the kind of peerless master who beats a group of people by himself.

What's more, his enemy is not the kind of second-rate master who can be defeated by one person.

Right now, he has no chance of winning.

The people wearing copper masks slowly narrowed the encirclement, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and the smell of blood in the air seemed to stimulate the group of people.

His bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the shivering child in the middle whose face was blue from the cold.

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Although Yang Zigui had lived in Qingtian Town for a month, he had been taking care of the child before. After the child was seriously injured, he wanted to build a demon sect, so he was busy with building the Wushuang Hall.

So although it seems that he has lived for a long time, he has never visited Qingtian Town once.

The main reason is that he is lazy.

Yang Zigui would practice lightness kung fu when he went out, because he was too lazy to walk, this small town has few people and little land, so there is really nothing to visit.

The only thing special in the town is that the only doctor in the town has amazing medical skills.

Moreover, the people in the town live in peace and harmony, and he has a bone marrow disgust for this kind of ordinary but happy life, so he doesn't even want to go shopping.

Although he hadn't been to the town much and didn't know the way, he seemed to know where Yang Caiqiong was.

He ran quickly along the path.

That's how it is without inner strength.

He was still complaining, and when he turned the corner, he saw the child standing shivering in the middle, surrounded by a group of people who seemed to have malicious intentions.

The wound on Yang Caiqiong's body has never been treated, and she always doesn't take good care of it. She repeats the process of scabbing, tearing, scabbing, and tearing all morning.

Now the child is standing there, wearing thin clothes, covered in mud, and what is dripping on the ground is melted snowflakes mixed with blood.

Yang Zigui felt a pain in his heart.

Is it because of his arrival that the founding father of the Demon Cult had such a miserable life?Or is it because in the original story, the founding patriarch had to go through so much pain in order to achieve the unparalleled notoriety in the world?

Whatever it was, he didn't feel well.

That child is only eight years old.

What was he doing when he was eight years old?

Every day I go up the mountain to hunt, go up the tree to dig birds, and go down the river to catch fish.Although practicing martial arts is very hard, but he is very talented, and he likes it. He practices quickly and does not feel tired. He is surrounded by friends of the same age. He is the king of children.

Is it because of this world?

400 years ago, Kyushu was like a ship sailing in a storm, uncertain and uncertain.

It is not the dignitaries who suffer, but the common people.

How many children are there like children?

He just felt more and more angry, just like yesterday when he saw the chubby child who was finally raised by him being surrounded and beaten all over his body with bruises.

He forgot that he had lost all his internal strength, so he just rushed out.

The fan is lost, and the soft sword is gone.

He hit it with his bare hands.

But those martial arts masters who seemed to have bright eyes couldn't even catch a single punch from him.

It's not because these people are too weak, but because Yang Zigui doesn't know what's wrong.

His punch directly smashed a person's head.

The mask was shattered into shards, together with the blood and brains in his head, and fell to the ground, and was soon covered by snow.