The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 20 Entrance

Seeing Zhao Changhe finally concentrating and starting to stride, Luo Qi rolled his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, the skills practiced in Zamabu are very poor. But the fact is that Zhao Changhe's strength is indeed considerable, and at the same time, his lower body is very stable. If he doesn't use his internal strength to push him, he can't push him with his own strength.

The magic kung fu is indeed a little tricky, but Luo Qi doubts whether ordinary people practice the magic kung fu so honestly and earnestly. So how many people can really practice this kung fu well?

Over there, Zhao Changhe has already entered the internal view.

This kind of internal observation is very different from internal observation of the flow of true qi in the meridians... What you observe is the flow of blood, just like an anatomy experiment in some biology class, you can see the blood flowing slowly in the blood vessels The appearance of the flow, not only that, but also the energy contained in it and the "blood energy" and "bale energy" that do exist can be clearly felt.

These strange breaths and energies are intertwined with the blood, like a long river entering the sea, rushing violently.

In terms of Zhao Changhe's scientific literacy, this is very unscientific. Fortunately, since he read the book of troubled times, he has never planned to talk about science...

This kind of blood evil spirit penetrates into the muscles and bones, greatly enhancing one's own strength, but at the same time, it will also rush up into the brain, affecting clear thinking, and the negative impact of losing reason comes from this. But in fact, it is not purely negative. Falling into a state of rage can indeed make people more capable of fighting. This is a double-edged sword.

The more the cultivation method is activated, the more serious the rush of blood will be. And right now, in order to break through, of course, it is necessary to push the cultivation method to the most extreme state, and Zhao Changhe himself does not know what kind of result it will lead to.

As for the so-called entrance of the human body, there is actually no uniform standard, at least the definitions of the entrance of the human body by internal and external schools are different.

What Neijia talked about is the meridians of acupoints, which is very similar to the martial arts novel Zhao Changhe read "Unlocking the XX meridians". Which ones are opened up and which acupoints are broken through can achieve what effect, that is, which multiple profound entrances.

However, outsiders still talk about the expressiveness of the muscles, bones, skin, and even the skin surface as a standard, such as how much physical strength can be used, how much strength can be blasted with a punch, and so on.

Corresponding to the level of the blood evil skill, it is whether the blood evil spirit rushing in the blood vessels can pass through one's own control, allowing it to permeate the specific capillaries everywhere, strengthen the muscles that one needs, and in battle The strength of a certain part can be exerted more targetedly.

This is the first level of the profound entrance - the initial active control of one's own muscles, bones and blood vessels.

It's very simple to say, very basic, but how to do it is very difficult, after all, you need to use your blood energy to break through. If it's not done well, it's very possible that the evil spirit of blood can't be restrained and die, or the blood will become crazy.

Zhao Changhe carefully followed the operation requirements of the blood evil art, trying to condense the rushing blood evil energy on the biceps. The arms that were almost visible to the naked eye were swollen, and the thin clothes seemed to be torn apart.

Luo Qi, who was on the sidelines, could even imagine that if he took off his clothes, he could see the knotted muscles and the bloody aura floating on the surface.

The bulge began to travel down the upper arm to the lower arm and then poured into the fist.

Sure enough, blood began to appear on the fist.

This kind of expressiveness is similar to when everyone saw Fang Duo playing Luo Zhenwu. It turns out that he came into contact with it so quickly, that is, the level is not enough, and things are the same thing.

Breaking through the first level is so simple? Luo Qi carefully looked into Zhao Changhe's eyes.

Those eyes are indeed a little red, and there is a little manic and violent aura... After all, it is impossible to completely control the blood evil spirit with all its strength, and some of it must enter the brain, so it needs a guardian.

But how to say... overall okay? Although Zhao Changhe's eyes were red, looking violent, he seemed to be rational.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that Zhao Changhe's eyes were getting more and more wrong, his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and he looked at her as if he wanted to eat people.

Luo Qi took half a step back subconsciously, thinking to himself, you are not an aphrodisiac, but this is a routine, okay? Is it going to pounce on me in the next moment, tearing...

Luo Qi stepped back and asked blankly, "Can you please? Shall I kick you into the pond?"

"No need..." But Zhao Changhe spoke with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse: "The reason is controllable, but I am very uncomfortable, and the blood in my body is overwhelming, like countless ants are drilling in the blood vessels..."

Luo Qi's little entanglement instantly flew out of the sky, and she was terrified: "Will the body explode?"

"I feel... probably not yet, I don't have that swelling and bursting feeling... It's just, it's very uncomfortable, much more uncomfortable than a high fever, a lot of ants are biting me, almost going into my bones..." Mingming Fengxuebingtian Beads of sweat dripped from Zhao Changhe's forehead, and it was obvious that he was in extreme pain.

Luo Qi fell silent.

At the same time, both of them remembered what Fang Buping said when they first joined the group: "Practicing magic skills will be very painful."

I haven't felt this before, and I still feel that Fang Buping's alarmist words just want to scare Zhao Changhe away.

But now that they are breaking through the entrance and entering the room, it is time to experience the pain.

What is magic power? Those who hurt others first hurt themselves. How can it not be painful when the evil spirit of blood is flowing in the body? I knew that the magic power has negative effects, and while enjoying the rapid entry, the negative effects will come to you sooner or later, and now I have finally experienced it for myself.

Luo Qi hesitated.

It is said that he is rational and controllable, but he can't do it accurately. What if he suddenly loses control when he gets close to him?

Even... Deep down in Luo Qi's heart, he felt that Zhao Changhe's death was fine... He was very kind to himself, and he really couldn't kill him if he took the initiative. Wouldn't it be good if he had an accident while practicing kung fu?

Why help him? Want to help him at the risk of losing control?

But……

With such thoughts clearly in her mind, she still involuntarily stepped forward slowly, with her palm lightly resting on the back of Zhao Changhe's heart.

It wasn't until the palm of his hand rested on it that Luo Qi realized it, and sighed secretly.

The kindness that is unwilling to discard... Zhao Changhe is, so why isn't she?

That's all.

Zhao Changhe felt a soft breath seeping from the meridians, soothing and nourishing the disorder in his body. He could feel that Luo Qi's internal force was not soft and healthy, but also sharp and lethal. She was trying her best to Feng Rui, who restrains his internal strength, helps sort out the chaos and calm the blood with difficulty and clumsiness.

The unbearable pain was slightly relieved, and Luo Qi's effort could be felt. Zhao Changhe whispered: "Thank you..."

"Isn't that what my law protector is for? What can I be thankful for?" Luo Qi said hard: "But at most it will help you relax a little bit, and it won't cure the root cause. You came here for a breakthrough... You have to bear It’s so painful, can we still break through? Or just forget it?”

Zhao Changhe panted, "It was too uncomfortable just now, I forgot about it... I just remembered that Sun Jiaoxi gave me a pill, I guess it's for this... Painkiller?"

Luo Qi was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Maybe. But have you ever thought that if you have to rely on this medicine to live in the future, it may be the method of the Demon Cult to control people. No wonder Sun Jiaoxi is teaching you with all his heart and is not afraid of you. Mutiny... did he tell you this?"

Zhao Changhe was also silent. Sun Jiaoxi did hesitate to speak several times, but in the end he didn't speak clearly. From his point of view, is it natural for the Demon Cult to control people?

Luo Qi's words that day echoed in his heart again: Don't trust anyone, including me, including Professor Sun.

Zhao Changhe had already taken out all the medicine, and gritted his teeth and stuffed it back into his pocket.

There is no medicine to solve it, and Luo Qi's unprofessional grooming is obviously not enough. Zhao Changhe can no longer maintain the posture of the horse, and slowly shrinks to the ground, curled up in pain.

Who would have thought that just now it was just under the sun, and she was still peeking at the shower, and in a few breaths, the world changed.

Cold frost, winter solstice.

Luo Qi said urgently: "If you can't do it, just stop, why don't you tell me that you can't stop?"

Zhao Changhe gritted his teeth: "What about after you stop... just stop practicing? Abandon your skills and practice instead?"

Luo Qi was dumbfounded.

Abandonment of merit is usually accompanied by the complete abolition of one's bones, and one can no longer succeed in cultivating anything.

"It's better to rush over...see the end of the road...is it a dead end!" Zhao Changhe grabbed the stone by the pool with all his strength, his fingers were covered with blood stains, and it fell into the pool bit by bit, which was shocking.

Luo Qi looked flustered: "Why don't you take that medicine?"

"Since it's a way to control people, why eat it..." Zhao Changhe gasped in a low voice: "I don't believe it, I can't get through it on my own!"

Luo Qi stopped talking, and fixedly looked at Zhao Changhe with crazy eyes.

They said that Boss Zhao is a hero.

Luo Qi always sneered, where can there be a hero who can blush and bow when he touches a woman?

But at this moment, she really felt that this was indeed a hero.

Zhao Changhe grabbed the rock, and suddenly laughed: "It's not normal for Professor Sun to do this. Let me tell you...at least I didn't believe you wrong."

Luo Qi suddenly became angry: "You are an idiot!"

Zhao Changhe whispered: "At least this time, I don't need to rely on their medicine...I rely on you."

Luo Qi was stunned, and suddenly felt that the chaotic bloody aura in Zhao Changhe's body gradually subsided, and the swollen muscles returned to normal, but there was faint blood flowing between his fists, which looked strange and unspeakable under the moonlight.

"Breakthrough?" she asked in disbelief.

"En." Zhao Changhe clenched his fist lightly, opened it again, felt the change in strength a little, and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Luo Qi shook his head. She only relieved Zhao Changhe a little, which was nothing but a drop in the bucket. Zhao Changhe was still in great pain, just hearing his trembling hoarse tone. In the intense pain, most people can't even concentrate their energy. Except for the real hero, who can grit their teeth and go upstream to break through the entrance?

He didn't seem to be relying on Luo Qi, but himself.

But if he continues to practice, he still has to face such a hurdle, and it becomes more and more uncomfortable every time. Can he survive it?

"Also..." Zhao Changhe gasped weakly, but the smile on his face was very happy: "We got a blessing in disguise...I found something...Look."

Luo Qi looked down at him in astonishment.

The bloodstains seeping into the pool water turned around like a dragon at some point.

Then it seemed to be alive, spinning around the half moon in the pool, endlessly.