The Young Lord of the Demon Sect of Jiuyou Sect

Chapter 42 The Source of Internal Force
The old man walked for a while, then spat out another mouthful of blood, Yan Wuxin was still thinking about what happened just now, suddenly startled, and quickly helped the old man again.

"Old uncle, don't go, sit down and have a rest."

The old man's face was as white as paper, without any blood, he shook his head reluctantly and said: "No, if you don't hurry up, the twelve envoys will definitely come after you."

Yan Wuxin thought, it would be difficult for the twelve guards to chase after him, and he was no match for them, but looking at the old uncle, he must rest.After thinking about it, if the twelve envoys came after them, they would not be able to escape with their current pace, so they might as well relax, patted their chests and said: "What are you afraid of, I can beat Gongsun Mie, plus old uncle , are you still afraid of these twelve shrimp soldiers and crab generals?
The old man fought fiercely with twelve guards just now. The martial arts of each of these twelve guards are far from his own, but they have learned the skills of demons and monsters, and it is really good to join hands.The old man was seriously injured, and all of them were internal injuries.In fact, the injury was not light, not extremely serious, it was just a few heavy blows from the twelve guards, and there was genuine qi injected into his body by the twelve guards, so he had to use internal force to force out the real qi.When the internal breath is not calm, it is not advisable to walk around.

But their whereabouts are already known, just now they forced Gongsun Mie to swear, but they didn't force the twelve envoys to swear, and they might come again.So, you have to find a safe place.Hearing Yan Wuxin's words, he stopped suddenly and said, "What? Was Gongsun Mie really defeated by the young master? Didn't he prescribe medicine?"

Yan Wuxin nodded, extremely proud, and said: "Of course, there are medicines, but defeating him is real."

"what happened?"

"Old uncle, sit down first, I'm telling you."

It was really uncomfortable for the old man to move his limbs with real energy, so he was helped by Yan Wuxin to a big rock and sat down.

"Young master, tell me, how did you defeat Gongsun Mie just now?"

Yan Wuxin originally wanted to brag, and defeated Gongsun Mie's with his Heaven Returning Palm.But now they are fleeing, and every detail may affect the old man's judgment, so Yan Wuxin still told the truth, and told the old man everything in detail.

After Yan Wuxin finished speaking, he said again: "Gongsun Mie compared two palms with me, and lost both palms. Although I won in a daze, it is obvious that my internal strength is better than his. But where did the internal strength come from? But I don’t know. However, no matter where it came from, one thing I can be sure of is that it is definitely not my own internal force.”

After hearing this, the old man nodded, and said again: "You originally wanted to give Gongsun Mie some medicine and wait for a while, but since your internal strength is stronger than his, those medicines have been pushed into his physical strength, so he is so quick Poisoned."

Yan Wuxin didn't figure it out at first, but later when Gongsun Mie said that he was tricking him, he figured it out, and said: "What the old uncle said is exactly the same, but where does my inner strength come from, but I still can't figure it out."

Xi'er interjected: "Could it be a dishonest monk or elder?"

Yan Wuxin said casually: "How could it be him, he is pretending to compete with me in internal strength." But thinking about it, it's not quite right.That day when the misbehaving monk fought with him, he was not just pretending, every move had internal energy hitting his body, at that time his whole body felt as if he was being scorched by fire, and he was indescribably uncomfortable, could this be the reason?
Yan Wuxin looked at the old man, who nodded solemnly.Yan Wuxin thought, it seems that the old uncle also thinks so, it must be the inner strength passed on to him by Monk Hua.Yan Wuxin thought, he and Monk Hua have always had a good relationship, eating meat, drinking, learning martial arts, and even finding women, they are all together, letting him go at critical moments, and it also consumes a lot of internal energy, passing on his own skills, and finally showing loyalty .

The old man sat for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "The misbehaving monk comes from Shaolin, but Shaolin Temple does not have the method of imparting kung fu."

"Then which sect can transmit its own internal force to the physical body of others?"

"Well, there are not many sects that pass on skills, and they have always been regarded as evil and heretics."

"Then what about our Jiuyou Sect? Didn't I hear that the Central Plains warriors have always regarded our Jiuyou Sect as an evil heretic?"

The old man shook his head and said: "They think it's what they think. In fact, our Jiuyou Sect came from the Central Plains 300 years ago, and it is the most orthodox and most upright martial art. The kind of martial arts that absorb people's internal energy or pass on others' internal energy is not good. No. Besides, it’s all hard-working internal strength. Who wants to pass it on to others? Even if there is such a method, it’s not easy to pass it on. As for absorbing internal strength, there are in the martial arts, but this kind of cultivation method has always been for people. I am deeply saddened, there are not many such people who live long, and the sect is not widely passed down, and there is absolutely no Shaolin sect."

"So, this is not teaching the exercises?"

"I'm not sure, but nine times out of ten it isn't."

"It's not about imparting skills. What about my internal strength? And I actually defeated Gongsun Mie. Could this be an illusion? It's just a dream I had?"

The old man forced a smile and said: "Dreams are of course impossible. The young master is not Wei Zheng, so why hurt people in his dreams? However, those with extremely high martial arts skills can transfer their internal energy into other people's bodies, but this method cannot last long."

"You mean to say that Monk Hua fought with me for a long time just to leave me this amulet?"

The old man nodded and said: "It's very possible." Then he sighed for a long time, and said: "This kind of martial arts must be equipped with peerless martial arts. This old monk is not amazing. I didn't expect the martial arts to be It has been practiced to such an extent. If you look at the sect, apart from the leader, one person can win, and even the deputy leader Chang Xiaotian may not necessarily be his opponent."

"Is Monk Hua's martial arts so high?"

"It now appears to be."

"This monk Hua is so skilled in martial arts, why doesn't he help me to quell the chaos in Islam?"

The old man shook his head repeatedly and said, "This is impossible."

"why?"

"Chang Xiaotian was not alone in his rebellion, and he had to have a careful plan. This is one. Second, the dishonest monk joined our Jiuyou Sect more than 20 years ago, but he only took shelter of the sect, and he did not have much loyalty. This moment is a matter of life and death. At that time, he would never work hard for the leader. Three times, even if this dishonest monk is loyal to the young master and wants to help you, but this dishonest monk walks alone in the church, unlike other elders who have a large number of cronies, Wanting to help the young master is also powerless. Judging from the current situation, at least on the surface, he is on Chang Xiaotian's side."

Yan Wuxin also heaved a long sigh, and said: "This old monk once taught me that in case of danger, of course I have to stand on the side of the stronger one, and those who are loyal are all bullshit. This is really in line with the style of the Hua monk. .But he was able to help me out, and I am very grateful to him."

(End of this chapter)