The sky gradually darkened again, and the nights in the deep mountains were chilling even in summer.

Under the cliff, beside the winding stream, the mountain breeze was swaying, and the bonfire was swaying, and a few large stones were erected and a large iron pot was swayed. The lay Buddhist Weichen dismantled a newly-cooked wild boar that had been cleaned, threw it into the pot, and poured it in many mountain products that were usually dried, such as mushrooms, yellow jing, etc.

Xiao Wuchen was also brought, holding a bundle of dry firewood collected from all over the surrounding area, and walked over on pebbles of all sizes, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The dry firewood was thrown all over the floor, and he sat on the side of the iron pot with his knees in his arms, watching the fire, adding firewood under the pot from time to time, and looking at the master cross-legged and closed his eyes under the flashing flames.

"Master." Xiao Wuchen, who took a small branch to play with fire, suddenly shouted.

"Yeah." Mr. Weichen responded. Xiao Wuchen pointed to the boiling soup in the pot and said, "Master, do Senior Miaoci and Senior Yan Qiu eat meat, too?"

"What you practice is the mind, in other words, is virtue, wisdom, and body. Otherwise, the mind and eyes will become deteriorated, and eating vegetarian food is also fake. Do you understand?" Mr. Weichen replied.

Xiao Wuchen said 'oh', hesitated for a while and said again: "Master, I asked Senior Brother Lin, he came out to train at the age of fifteen. Why did I reach the age of eighteen?"

Mr. Weichen opened one eye and looked at his apprentice, closed it again, and said slowly: "So he was beaten like this."

Xiao Wuchen pouted and asked again: "Then can I go abroad to practice in the future?"

Mr. Weichen asked back, "Whatever you want. Can you speak foreign devils?"

Xiao Wuchen was completely speechless, picked up half a burnt branch and drew circles on the soft stone.

When the strong fragrance in the iron pot was overflowing, Mr. Weichen stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, kicked his feet and soared up, and in a blink of an eye he rushed into a cave more than 20 meters high.

After a while, Lin Bao, Doji, Saipan An, Sun Erniang, Kuangshanwang, Huo Jingtie and others all jumped down from the cave and walked towards the meat pot next to the stream. Only Miaoci was left alone in the cave to perform his merits for Lin Zixian.

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When Xiao Wuchen saw all the seniors, he immediately stood up and took out the bowls and chopsticks from the wooden barrel and handed them out respectfully.

Lin Bao and others took the bowls and chopsticks, and consciously went to the iron pot to pick up the meat and scoop the soup. Everyone sat in a circle and feasted. Xiao Wuchen also prepared a bowl by himself, sat by himself and enjoyed it slowly, and occasionally listened to the speeches of several seniors.

The night wind in the deep mountains is chilling. The old men and women by the bonfire are talking, cheerful and happy, and passionate. However, the years are unforgiving. Their era has really passed, and everyone has long been away from the right and wrong in the world and has entered their twilight years, and there are fewer and fewer opportunities to meet like this.

These old guys' masters and the White Lotus Sect can be said to have had friendships for generations. Lin Bao's master and their master are friends. When it's Lin Bao's turn, they continue to maintain a relationship with this generation. When it comes to the next generation Lin Zixian, sooner or later, this relationship will continue.

This kind of relationship is not only friendship, but also a relationship of mutual support. The times change too quickly, and this kind of relationship becomes more and more valuable. Moreover, these people are only part of them. Because there is no need to get all of those people to heal Lin Zixian, he only called a part of them.

A hundred years ago, Lin Bao had all these old relationships, that is, the masters of everyone present. Lin Bao, who was dissatisfied, forced a bunch of old bones to fight the blood clan. Unfortunately, those old guys died and injured were much older than Lin Bao. In addition, after a hundred years, their lifespan was limited after all, and they had already passed away.

Everyone present at that time was still young, and their cultivation was still far from the top masters. Even compared with Lin Bao at that time, his strength was much worse. This was also the reason why Lin Bao hired their masters but did not invite them. At that time, Lin Bao wanted to win more with less, and wanted to form the strongest team to let the blood clan know its strength. After the battle, the blood clan was indeed scared that he did not dare to set foot in China for a hundred years, and the deterrence was achieved.

Everyone had a full mouth, Huo Jingtie greeted everyone, went back to the cave on the cliff, and changed to Miaoci to come down to have a meal.

A group of old guys changed into someone every hour. After taking turns to last for two days, Lin Zixian, who was soaked in the copper cauldron, finally recast his meridians successfully.

But Lin Zixian is still in a coma, which can be seen being tossed very hard. Moreover, the appearance has also undergone surprising changes. The original short hair actually grew on the neck in just two days and the beard has dragged to the chest.

The effect of a furnace of spiritual medicine surprised a group of old guys. Think about it, if it was not as amazing as this, how could it be possible to recast the meridians?

Birds sing in the sky outside the cave. After nine people in the cave took turns to check Lin Zixian's meridians, they looked at each other and nodded.

Xiao Wuchen, who was brought up, looked at Lin Zixian curiously with his hair and beard. He was boiling a pot of hot water on the side.

Lin Bao bowed to everyone again and said he wanted to ask.

Mr. Weichen immediately opened a large wooden box in the cave, took out a prepared silver needle that was thinner than cow hair, and threw it into the boiling water pot that Wuchen boiled.

After boiling the silver needle for a while, Mr. Weichen asked Wuchen to remove the firewood.

After the nine people stood together, Lin Bao pulled Lin Zixian, who was unconscious in the furnace, out again and threw it into the air among the several people.

Just as at the beginning, Lin Bao and the other two took action again, supporting Lin Zixian with the word "big".

The layman Weichen, Fire Thorns, the King of Reinforcements, and Dorji quickly took out a bundle of silver needles from the hot water, surrounded Lin Zixian and took action like the wind, quickly pronounced the needles. A group of silver needles like hair suddenly inserted into Lin Zixian's newly formed meridians like rain.

This fast and accurate technique cannot be played by ordinary people. First of all, you must be very familiar with the meridian paths of practicing qi, which is a must.

Soon, Lin Zixian was almost inserted into a hedgehog by a silver needle. He had a layer of silver hair on his black body, which seemed messy, but in fact there were traces to follow.

After the four of them pricked the silver needle, they quickly retreated. Lin Bao and the other two raised their hands to throw Lin Zixian away. Lin Bao was the first to attack Lin Zixian and led the command to poke Lin Zixian away.

In an instant, nine people took action one after another, and their fingers were like sword rain. They could be said to be able to use the opportunity to get a needle. The fingers were pointed at Lin Zixian's **, but they could not touch the silver needle on his body. This required extremely skill, and their eyesight and techniques must be stable and accurate.

I immediately saw Lin Zixian, who was covered in darkness, was beaten by nine people and kept flying, like a piece of paper, floating around in the shadows of everyone's fingers, and the sound of slapping continued.

Xiao Wuchen, who was standing beside him, was stunned. He didn't know that the nine people wanted to activate the internal force hidden in Lin Zixian. To put it simply, just like a woman in the past squatting by the river to wash clothes, she had to use a wooden stick to knock out the dust and stains in the clothes.

After a while, the four lay Buddhists of Weichen quickly retreated, and Lin Bao and the other two took one step forward and took action to support Lin Zixian into the word "big". Then the four lay Buddhists of Weichen flashed forward again, and each took action to hold Lin Zixian's left and right waists and chests and backs.

The nine people stretched out their eighteen hands, pressing the internal force activated in Lin Zixian's body with their own thick internal force, and using the dense silver needles inserted on the surface of their body as a catheter, quickly forcing it into Lin Zixian's newly created meridians.

Half an hour later, the nine people looked at each other and suddenly waved their palms together to send Lin Zixian into the air. The nine people pointed out again like a rain of swords, and pointed out in a striking momentum, hitting Lin Zixian's body again.

Xiao Wuchen was shocked, and lay Buddhist Weichen suddenly shouted: "Wuchen, why are you stupid? Don't let the medicine temperature drop!"

Xiao Wuchen shook his head, quickly calmed down his emotions, and quickly ran to squat under the copper cauldron to adjust the fire temperature.

After a blow from the nine people, they stretched out eighteen hands to press Lin Zixian into the air, and once again pressed the internal force he activated into the meridians along the silver needle.

After taking turns like this, the nine people who resisted Lin Zixian again were already exhausted and panting, sweating profusely, as if they had crawled out of the water.

At this moment, the nine people looked at each other and nodded almost at the same time.

"Ha...ah...hey..." The nine people all closed their eyes together, and saw the dense silver needles inserted on Lin Zixian's body instantly flew like locusts, and were instantly forced out by the nine people. The scene was so dazzling that the silver needle was flying.

The eight people pushed Lin Zixian to Lin Bao with a slight push, and Lin Bao swung his big arm and swung the flying Lin Zixian into the copper furnace. He pressed Lin Zixian's head with one hand, and once again pressed Lin Zixian into the "black porridge".

The other eight people also came over, each stretched out a finger and hooked the ball of "black porridge", put it in his mouth with a bitter face and swallowed it.

The King of Backers, who was sweating profusely, shook his head panting and said, "Damn, I've been drinking this boy's bathing water these days, and it's finally over."

The eight people stepped aside one after another, sat cross-legged, and adjusted their luck and breathing, all of them were very tired.

With the nourishment of internal energy in the sea of ​​qi, it was like a long drought that happened to rain. Lin Zixian's entire vitality was rapidly improving, and he opened his eyes in less than half an hour.

Chief Lin let out a breath, let go of him, pointed at him and said, "The meridians in your body have just been newly cast. Don't act without regulating your internal force within three days, wait until the meridians stabilize."

Lin Zixian was stunned at first, then felt a little bit of it, and immediately felt the magnificent and thick internal force in the meridians, which was obviously more than a little stronger than his former internal force cultivation. The guy was so excited that he didn't know what to say, and kept nodding at Lin Bao.

"Soak it in the medicine for another day." Lin Bao threw down a sentence, and stepped back to the side and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Facing the old man who was tired and sweating, Lin Zixian had nothing to say. He was grateful but also grateful. He nodded vigorously again after hearing this...

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