Boil the heavens

Because of Yan Fei's appearance, Wang Chongyang did not have Dali and his entourage, and naturally there was no bad news about Zhou Botong and Ying Gu, but the absence of these bad things did not mean that there would be no action by Qiu Qianren.

Qiu Qianren still attacked as in the original book, severely injuring Duan Zhixing's youngest son. In order to save his son, Duan Zhixing almost exhausted his whole body's skills. For this reason, Duan Zhixing decided to work hard to recover his skills, so he temporarily handed over the affairs of state to his eldest son.

Who would have thought that this friendship lasted for eight years, and after the eight years of closed-door training ended, Duan Zhixing didn't even have the idea of ​​regaining his rights, but directly became a monk.

"Maybe I'm really tired of being an emperor. After all, being an emperor is not fun." Hearing Yan Fei's words, the old urchin nodded in agreement.

After traveling for ten days, the two came to the foot of a high mountain in Shu.

"Ahem...Emperor Duan lives up here?" Zhou Botong asked curiously after coughing weakly for a while, looking up at the mountain.

"You two, there is no Emperor Duan here, there is only one ruined temple in this mountain." Yan Fei hadn't said anything yet, when a deep voice came from behind.

I saw a woodcutter walking slowly from not far away with a heavy firewood on his back.

"It's interesting that the majestic chief of the Imperial Forest Army actually became a woodcutter." Back then, Huashan Lunjian, this man followed Duan Zhixing. Although he had experienced a lot of vicissitudes under the tempering of the years, Yan Fei still recognized him at a glance, " We are all old acquaintances, so don't come here with such hypocrisy, I want to see Master Yideng, you came just in time, please guide me."

"You...you are Taoist Master Yan of the Quanzhen Longevity Sword?" With his eyes wide open, looking at Yan Fei who turned around and his face didn't change at all, the chief officer of the imperial forest army looked quite shocked.

At the same time, he looked at Zhou Botong, who was obviously weak, and frowned and said, "The Taoist priest is here to ask Master to heal Zhou Botong's injuries?"

Glancing at the guy with an inexplicable expression in front of him, Yan Fei suddenly felt provocative, and without explaining, he nodded and said, "Exactly!"

Staring at Yan Fei, silent for a moment, the woodcutter stepped forward to lead the way, "Two priests, this way please."

Facing Yan Fei, the woodcutter knows that no matter what he thinks or does, it will be futile, so it is better to take him up the mountain instead of adding to the snake.

So obedient?

Raising his eyebrows, looking at the woodcutter leading the way silently, Yan Fei's careful thinking suddenly became boring.

"Speaking of which, you are loyal, and you are willing to give up high-ranking officials and rich salary to live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests." Along the way, the fishermen and woodcutters gathered together, and saw the rough clothes of the few people, the clothes and demeanor of the mountain people, Yan Fei sighed a little.

Fame and fortune, these things are not just to be put down!

Although the few people in front of them are not good at martial arts, there are few people in the world who can match their character.

"The Daoist was joking. The waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead. If us old guys continue to eat vegetarian meals in the corpses, it will not be a good result for the country or ourselves." Holding a paper fan in his hand, Zhu Ziliu, who had a strong book breath on his body, lightly laughed.

After all, he was a prime minister, and the official rhetoric said that he was impeccable.

Smiling, Yan Fei didn't answer.

"Daoist Yan, how did you know that my master lived here in seclusion?" Wu Santong asked suddenly.

"It's just a coincidence." Yan Fei replied softly.

Naturally, he couldn't say that Quanzhen Taoist temples are spread all over the place, and your special combination has long been in the intelligence network.

Several people led the way, and soon, Yan Fei saw Yideng.

Different from being handsome and unrestrained in a yellow robe back then, Master Yideng at this time is bald, wears ring scars, and wears a monk's robe.

"Daoist Yan? Rare guest, rare guest!" After seeing Yan Fei, Yideng was obviously startled, and then swept the couch to welcome him.

After a few cups of tea, Yan Fei went straight to the point, "Master Yideng, the poor Taoist uncle was poisoned by Ouyang Feng's snake poison, and I would like to ask your junior brother to help detoxify."

Hearing this, Master Yideng hadn't said anything yet, but his disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

"Also, if the master is willing, Pindao would like to exchange the "Nine Yin Manual" for your "Yang Zhi"!"

"Is the Taoist willing?" Wei Wei was taken aback, pondered for a moment, and looked at Yan Fei meaningfully.

With a casual smile, he directly took out the manuscript copy of "Nine Yin Manual" from his bosom and pushed it in front of Yideng, "Master, you can read it first!"

Looking at the "Nine Yin Manual" on the table, Zhou Botong scratched his head. Is this the scripture he devoted his life to protect?

How can I send my nephew everywhere?

Too cheap, right?

I worked so hard back then, and was even trapped on Peach Blossom Island for more than ten years, what was the point?

Looking at the "Nine Yin Scriptures" in front of him, no one cared about Zhou Botong's scratching his head, Yu Qiaogeng's eyes were burning, even Yideng's expression was full of curiosity.

"Ahem.... Let me say, Emperor Duan, can you let that junior brother of yours show up and detoxify me?" Zhou Botong interrupted the short-lived peace, feeling uneasy.

"Amitabha, it's the old monk who violated the precept of greed. The Taoist priest please come here." Hearing this, Yideng was startled, and hurriedly took Zhou Botong to find the Tianzhu divine monk.

Yan Fei followed, and he didn't even read the "Nine Yin Manual" on the table, just left it there.

Dressed in white, with dark skin, Doctor Ah San's appearance is not good, but his skills are still good. He raises his hand to administer needles, bloodletting and detoxification. As soon as he takes over, he expels a lot of poisonous blood for Zhou Botong.

However...

"The toxicity in his body is too deep, too stubborn, and penetrates into the eight extraordinary meridians. It is difficult to completely expel it with the power of the medicine and his own power. It also needs the "Yiyang Finger" of the senior brother to dredge the meridians of the whole body, and wipe it out with pure and fine finger power. Toxins can be completely detoxified." The genius doctor Ah San spoke in Tianzhu dialect, but Yan Fei understood it in seconds.

In order to translate the general outline of the Sanskrit transliteration in the "Nine Yin Scriptures", Yan Fei learned the Tianzhu dialect comprehensively.

"Master Yideng, it seems that the heaven wants us to exchange martial arts." Yan Fei laughed suddenly amid Yuqiao Gengdu's changed expression.

0038 Pure Sword Qi

In front of Zhou Botong, Yan Fei pointed to form a sword, and the sword pointed to the big acupoints all over his body.

If you can do it yourself, you have to do it yourself, and if you don’t owe favors, it’s good to not owe it. Instead of Yi Deng, Yan Fei, who has learned "Yi Yang Zhi", detoxifies and heals Zhou Botong himself.

"Martial nephew, if you kill me, I will definitely go to the senior brother to complain and ask him to expel you from the sect." Zhou Botong said with a bitter face seeing Yan Fei's fingertips entwined with sword energy.

A good Yang Zhi, how did it turn into sword energy in your hands?

Zhou Botong didn't want to be cured anymore, but now he has no right to choose whether he wants to be cured or not.

"Don't worry, you won't see Master in ten or twenty years." With a chuckle, the sword energy from Yan Fei's fingertips entered Zhou Botong's acupoint.

Touch the Tanzhong acupoint with your fingertips, close your eyes and control it, like a silk sword, Qi moves across Zhou Botong's meridian orifice acupoints, beheading toxins.

The sword energy is like silk, originally Yan Fei was one step away from such a realm, and he came here to exchange "Yi Yang Finger" hoping to make a breakthrough, but even Yan Fei didn't expect the breakthrough to be so smooth.

Drawing on the unique operation method of "Yi Yang Zhi", not only the sword energy is refined and refined, but also the control over the sword energy is enhanced. treat.

The hair-like sword qi travels through the meridians and meridians precisely as it wraps around fingers. When encountering stubborn toxins, the sharp sword qi immediately cuts it into pieces. Immediately afterwards, the sword qi composed of the innate nine yangs bursts out, Huawei The pure and gentle infuriating energy, like the sun shining brightly and melting the snow, completely melts the toxins that have lost their resistance to grouping.

Such scenes happened constantly in every corner of the old urchin's body. The finger force composed of sword qi was extremely effective, and the toxins in Zhou Botong's body were rapidly reduced. Fly's treatment, the treatment speed is getting faster and faster.

After an hour, Yan Fei, whose forehead was covered with sweat, finally opened his eyes.

You're done!