Dragon Balls and Moonlight Box

The blood of the Supreme Treasure is still flowing out. It keeps flowing out. But the speed is getting slower and slower.

Vice General Yan Long's Qi played a role in stopping the bleeding.

Zhizunbao felt his head getting heavier and heavier. A voice kept echoing in his mind: "Practice the Weihu mind method, practice the Taihu mind method"

Zhizunbao slowly closed his eyes. He was probably too tired.

He probably lost too much blood. Or maybe he's dead.

"Am I already dead?" Supreme Treasure stumbled into a big box.

The white-haired old man was looking at him with half-lidded eyes. The white-haired old man still held a chisel in his hand. The chisel still gleamed.

The old man with white hair is still the old man with white hair.

But his hair is grayer. His beard is also longer. And his expression became more serious.

"You're not dead yet, but you only have half a life left." The white-haired old man's voice was deep.

Supreme Treasure was silent.

The white-haired old man carefully inspected the body of the Supreme Treasure, then shook his head and said: "You have only cultivated to the fifth level of the Taihu Mind Technique."

"Hey," the white-haired old man sighed and continued, "With your talent, you shouldn't only be able to reach the fifth level. Do you usually reach the fifth level?"

I have never practiced actively.”

"Every time the signal of practicing the Taihu Mind Method echoes in my mind, I will fall asleep and then start practicing the Taihu Mind Method."

"That's just a passive practice. Everything you do can be divided into active and passive. If you practice actively, the effect will be much better. Especially when practicing Taihu Mentality, you must be active. If you were more active before, how could you end up like this? "The world"

Supreme Treasure lowered his head.

"Remember, you have to take the initiative in everything. You are actually very talented. You are a cultivation genius that is rare to see in a century. If you have cultivated to the ninth level of the Taihu Mental Technique, no, even to the eighth level, General Ping Yanfeng's current With his skill, he won’t be able to hurt you even a hair.”

Zhizunbao means default.

"Now you have lost too much blood and your blood vessels have burst. I need a chisel to repair it first."

"Grandpa, you mean, I won't die yet."

"Zhizunbao, your fortune is good. If it weren't for Vice General Yan Long's help in conveying Qi to you, you would have died a long time ago. Also, if I don't help you repair your blood vessels now, you will definitely die too."

The white-haired old man stopped talking.

He raised the chisel and kept hitting the central nerve in Supreme Treasure's brain.

With each tap, Supreme Treasure felt his blood vessels beating.

It took the white-haired old man half an hour to repair the blood vessels of the Supreme Treasure.

"I have helped you repair the burst blood vessel, and your life has been temporarily saved."

"You mean, I won't die?" Supreme Treasure's eyes glowed.

"I mean, as for whether you will die or not, it depends on God's will."

"God's Will" Supreme Treasure's eyes dimmed.

"Yes, you lost too much blood. If you don't have blood-replenishing pills, you will still die."

"Sister Piaopiao, she has already gone to get blood-replenishing pills."

"Having said that, it is still unknown whether she can get the blood-replenishing pills. Even if she gets the blood-replenishing pills, it is still unknown whether she can come back in time."

Zhizunbao was silent for a while and said: "How long can I live without blood-replenishing pills?"

"Hey," the white-haired old man let out a long sigh, and then said, "There are still twenty-four hours left. If you haven't taken the blood-tonifying pills within these twenty-four hours, you will definitely die."

Zhizunbao suddenly laughed and said: "When a man is alive, there is no joy in life and no pain in death. Five hundred years later, I, Zhizunbao, will be a good man again."

The white-haired old man stroked the Supreme Treasure's head and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity. If you die, I don't know when another cultivation genius will appear in this world."

Zhizunbao murmured: "I am not afraid of death, but I am not willing to die like this. My father Zhizunlong has always hoped that I can

Cultivated to become a super Roman, I owe him a debt."

"Supreme Treasure, don't think so much, just do your best. If God destined you to die, even if you don't want to die, it won't work. If you are destined to live well, no matter how great the suffering is, you can turn it around."

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bsp;"Grandpa, you are right, I still want to practice the Taihu Mentality"

"Cultivation of the Taihu Mind Technique is a painful process. In the last twenty-four hours, if you still have to practice it, I think you should forget it. Do you want to die in pain like this?"

"Grandpa, as long as there is still a chance, I will work hard for it. In the past, I always thought that there was a lot of time and did not cherish time at all. Only when I was dying did I realize the importance of time. I must continue to practice now. What's more, I still have twenty-four hours, and maybe I won't die. Even if I die, I have no regrets. The ancients said that if you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening."

I should learn more now.”

The white-haired old man said happily: "What you said makes sense."

"Why do people always understand certain truths when they are about to die?" Zhizunbao murmured, "If I were allowed to live again, I would definitely live better than now."

The white-haired old man said: "Zhizunbao, you have finally matured. What you just said is right. Chao Wen Dao, Xi Ke Die, Chao Wen Dao, Xi Ke Die. I will help you now and help you practice the Taihu Mind Technique."

"Okay, let's hurry up," Zhizunbao said impatiently.

The white-haired old man picked up the gleaming chisel again and said: "I will use the chisel to hit the blood vessels for you to reverse the flow of the meridians, and then you will start practicing the Taihu Heart Technique, so the effect will be better."

Zhizunbao stopped talking and began to silently practice the formula of the Taihu Heart Technique.

The white-haired old man stopped talking and began to silently tap the major blood vessels of the Supreme Treasure.

The white-haired old man waved the chisel in his hand.

Knock on the blood vessels of Supreme Treasure.

Sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Fast and slow.

Sometimes slowly and sometimes urgently.

Supreme Treasure's blood began to flow, faster and faster.

The meridians of the Supreme Treasure go against the trend.

There was a painful feeling in Zhizunbao's heart.

Practicing the Tail Fox Mind Technique is indeed a painful process.

But at this moment, Supreme Treasure had a faint smile on his face.

The white-haired old man said: "Supreme Treasure, practicing the Tail Fox Mental Technique is a very boring process. Let me tell you a story now."

"Grandpa, I haven't heard any stories since the death of my father, the Supreme Dragon. I remember when I was young, my father often told me stories. He asked me to sit on the chair and then told me various stories. All kinds of stories, when the wonderful parts are told, my father will dance with joy, when the emotional parts are told, my father will be beaming with excitement, and when the sad parts are told, my father will actually beat his chest and shed tears of pain. Happy times are always happy times. The time I spent with my father went by very quickly, and it was the happiest time I ever lived.”

Zhizunbao thought of his father, and tears welled up from his eyes. Zhizunbao thought of his father's suffering and the humiliation he suffered. Ah, father, are you okay over there? I didn't fulfill your last wish. , will you forgive me

"Your father is a man of temperament, and you are also a man of temperament." The white-haired old man sighed: "But the story I am going to tell you now just wants you to understand a truth."

"What's the point"

"Supreme Treasure, have you ever heard the story of a blessing in disguise?"

"No," Zhizunbao said seriously.

"This story comes from the earth. On the earth, there is a very magical book called: Huainanzi. In this book, many unknown truths are told. This story says: There are people on the near fortress. A man who is good at martial arts, his horse died for no reason and entered the wild. Everyone paid tribute to him, and his father said: "How is this so sudden?" Suddenly, it was a disaster for the family. The family was rich and had a good horse. His son was good at riding it, but it fell down and broke its tail. Everyone was hanging on it, and his father said: "How can this not be a blessing?" After living for a year, a large number of barbarians entered the fortress, and the strong men led the strings. And fight. Nineteen of those close to the fortress died. Because of his lameness, father and son protected each other." The white-haired old man said, "The story is over, Supreme Treasure, do you understand?"

"Grandpa, I have understood that what this story says is that blessings can be transformed into disasters, and blessings can also be transformed into blessings. This story made me understand a truth. Grandpa, what you actually want to say is that blessings and disasters can be transformed into each other. Tell me, although I may die at any time now, I must not give up easily, maybe things will develop in a good direction.”

"Zhizunbao, you are indeed talented and smart, just understand. If you survive the disaster, I believe you will have good fortune in the future."

"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later," Supreme Treasure murmured.

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