Chapter 7 Nihun Ding

Leaving Yan's house, Yan Song dragged his injured body and walked through several streets aimlessly. The sky was already noon. The sun was exposed and he was sweating. His eyes were dizzy and weak that he could not feel hungry.

Exhausted, the teenager was too lazy to think too much. He leaned on a locust and thought about what to rely on for a living next. After a nap, he was about to fall asleep. His eyes were blurred and he caught a glimpse of two hunters passing by with a wild boar.

"Hunting beasts?" Licking his dry lips, Yan Song looked at the distant figures of the two hunters without blinking and muttered, "I heard that there are often low-level fierce beasts on the periphery of Fengfeng Mountain in the west of the city. Well, just go there and hunt and kill fierce beasts for a living while Xuanxiu."

In a simple weapons shop, he spent 80 copper coins on his body and talked to the store owner at a bad way. Finally, he bought a rusty iron sword, and then forgot the pain and walked out of Ye Nancheng excitedly.

Yan Song went all the way to the west and went straight to the direction of Fengfeng Mountain. This walk is more than ten miles away. Slowly, the excitement was dried by the hot sun, and he was seriously injured. At this time, his stomach also rolled violently.

"When you get to Love Mountain, you will have meat to eat every day."

Constantly cheering himself up, Yan Song left the official road and walked straight into the depths of the overgrown wild path.

With the scorching sun above his head, the teenager actually had a faint chill. At first, he thought it was caused by the gloomy environment around him, but slowly, he obviously felt something wrong, his body became colder and colder, and his abdomen rolled more and harder.

"What's the matter? Do you have a fever?"

He frowned slightly, touched his hot forehead, and shivered with coldness. Since then, his abdomen began to swell, accompanied by a burst of colic. He couldn't care too much. The teenager sat down in the weeds on the roadside, which was a pulse. According to common sense, as long as the mysterious qi in the body is run, the qi will naturally be fine after the pulse is unblocked.

Yan Song has just been able to restrain the gas and turn Xuan. Among the many meridians in the whole body, only the hand Shaoyin meridian in the twelve meridians has been opened up a little, and the Xuanqi can't run at all. He can only try to walk the pulse deficiency. Although it is healing, it is actually all Xuanxiu.

A faint mysterious qi was raised from the inhaled air. Just as he was about to be lucky, Yan Song felt that the abdominal distension and colic became more and more severe. He rolled to the ground and couldn't beat his spirit in his brain. When his eyes were black, he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took. When Yan Song opened his eyes, he didn't see the previous flowers and trees. His eyes were full of meridians and bones. He could even see a heart beating, the surrounding blood flowing, and the discharge neurons flashing...

"This is..."

After a hesitation, Yan Song tried to move his "eyes" elsewhere. When he carefully examined the meridians of the skeleton, he found that compared with the meridians of the rest of his body, there were several acupuncture points that were slightly bright and obviously pure and clear.

"This is my body! Then I... then I... look at it in advance!"

In addition to excitement, Yan Song's consciousness saw that the blood-red heart not far away was also beating faster, which made him strengthen his judgment.

"Well, what is that?" At a glance, he noticed a crystal silver light next to his heart, which was just in the middle cave of Zhongdantian, that is, the Zifu Qihai. As far as Yan Song knows, there is only a very small trace of golden mystery in his sea of air. As for this moonlight silver, he doesn't know what it is. He only felt that the light was strange, as if it did not belong to his body.

The idea moved slightly, and the consciousness subconsciously enveloped the silver light: "Is it Jade Bodhi? Ah? Ah!"

But suddenly, Yan Song's eyes were dark, as if he were trapped in a black hole.

After a moment, when he opened his eyes again, the scene around him really shocked his heart.

He found himself in a silver space. In the center of this silver space, there seems to be some gas flowing. From time to time, there will be some sword shadows floating and swaying. If it is bright and dark, it is particularly strange. Looking around, it is dozens of miles.

Outside this space, the silver marble mountains are carved into a huge oriental dragon, which is connected at the beginning and end, surrounded by the sword shadow in it. Yan Song was in the gap between the dragon's head and the dragon's tail. He could really feel that whether it was the dragon or the shadow of the sword around it, it emitted a powerful momentum, which made him dare not take half a step.

Standing on the edge of Jade Bodhi, Yan Song was a little at a loss. At this moment, he suddenly heard a cold woman's voice, and he didn't know where to say, "Is it coming?"

Yan Song only heard his voice and couldn't see him. He couldn't help but look around carefully: "Who are you?"

"People who can enter the Jade Bodhi like you."

Yan Song was surprised. When the other party spoke twice, he couldn't tell which direction the sound came from. Looking around again, he wanted to ask something else, but he heard the woman's voice say, "Between the dragon's tail, there is a soul tripod, which has a variety of skills. You can get one of them by putting the dragon ball in the stone dragon's mouth. In the future, you can hunt and kill fierce beasts and exchange enough beast elixir in exchange for skills.

Although the skill is very attractive, but at this moment, he doesn't even know who the benefactor is, let alone the purpose of the other party. His mind is full of clouds, and he can't help asking about the identity of the woman.

After asking several times, Yan Song was almost annoyed, but the woman didn't say anything again. She thought she had left. He hesitated again and again, and finally gritted his teeth, and then crept to the faucet.

The silver stone dragon is huge. The faucet alone is like a big house. Yan Song climbed from the dragon's claw to the dragon's faucet. Looking at it, there was indeed an egg-sized golden bead in the dragon's mouth.

Just as he was about to reach out to get it, he suddenly hesitated again: the heart of guard is indispensable. What should I do if Shilong swallows me...

"What's wrong? Don't dare to take it?" A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Song didn't expect the sound to come. He trembled and almost fell down, and he was even more at a loss: "I--"

"It's reasonable. If you really want to do it, this stone dragon will swallow your consciousness."

Yan Song was ashamed and immediately jumped off the dragon head. With his previous experience, he stopped asking the other party, but just stood quietly. Sure enough, after a moment of silence, he heard the voice and said, "Kneel down and kowt nine heads to Shilong. Dragon Ball will spit out."

Although he was skeptical, Yan Song had no other way. After a pause, he had to follow his words and said to himself that since it was what his mother left to me, it must be safe. So he knelt under the stone dragon head and banged nine times in a row. Sure enough, there was a muffled sound at the dragon's mouth, and the golden dragon ball rolled down from it.

When Yan Song was surprised, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and took the Dragon Ball in his hand. Dragon and Dragon Ball are just legendary things. He doesn't know if they really have something. Now he looks at the golden beads in his hand, feels the surging energy contained in them, and has indescribable excitement and doubts in his heart: "This, this is not really Dragon Ball, is it?"

"If you don't choose skills, what are you waiting for?"

His voice was very cold. Hearing this, Yan Song frowned slightly and didn't say anything. He took the dragon ball and walked between the dragon head and the dragon tail.

Just now, he was shocked by Shilong and the sword shadow inside him, and did not notice that there was also a small tripod here. This tripod is very small, only as big as the fist, and the whole body is silver, which makes Yan Song almost hold: "Is there any mistake? The mouth is so small. Can this dragon ball be put in?"

Didn't hear the answer, Yan Song had to squat down and plan to pick up the small tripod and study it, but he grabbed the jade tripod in his hand, but he couldn't move anyway. After changing his two hands, the jade tripod was still motionless. In addition to depression, Yan Song had to lie on the ground and look at it. At this look, he became very curious.

"Xuanwu Gongfa."

When Yan Song saw such four "big characters" around the mouth of the Nihon Ding, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "I've only heard of true martial arts, immortal martial arts, and heavenly martial arts. What is the level of this Xuanwu skill?"

The woman's voice suddenly said, "The first practice is not as good as real martial arts, and the success is better than Tianwu."

"So strange, can it evolve?" Yan Song was curious and stared at Yuding.

"Around the Niehun Tripod, there are nine mysterious attributes of Xuanwu skills. No matter which Xuan you start practicing from, you can finally be mysterious and mysterious, and the achievement is the Mahayana."

Yan Song's heart sank, and he couldn't help standing up and said to the voice, "The remnant? Do you have the whole article? I want to increase the difficulty.

"If you can practice half of the fragments in your lifetime, you can take time to understand the whole article."

“......”

Yan Song was completely speechless. He lowered his head a little embarrassed and stopped asking questions. He saw that around the Nihon Tripod, there were nine mysterious attributes such as "Gold: Opening the Sky and splitting the Earth", "Wood: Ten Thousand Souls Returning to the Sect" and "Water: Frozen Land Sealing the Sky".

He thought for a moment and smiled excitedly in his solemn eyes: "Great, I will choose the 'thousand-mile' of wind attribute. If I can speed up the skills, the family will know martial arts in half a year later, but it's really a genius return!"

"If you are really a genius, you don't need to be opportunistic. What's not to practice?" The woman's voice was already very cold, and with the content of her speech, it was simply an ice knife, which made people feel cold.

For good, I have been used to this kind of cynicism for four years. As soon as Yan Song was about to lose his temper, he immediately calmed down his anger. "Whatever you say, I will start practicing from a thousand miles a day." With that, he began to move.

But he immediately stopped again, because he didn't know how to choose the wind attribute at all, let alone whether the dragon ball was directly put into the small mouth that could not be tolerated at all. After observing for a long time, he finally hesitated and said, "Uh... that... what's wrong with this thing?"

"Start practicing from the open sky to the ground in order." The woman said in a calm voice.

The other party took the opportunity to threaten, and the black line on Yan Song's forehead rose up. At this time, he had an impulse to scold his mother: "Didn't you just say that you can start practicing from any Xuan, and finally be mysterious and successful?"

Quiet and unanswered.

He suppressed his anger and waited for several minutes. The other party still didn't say anything. The teenager shook his sleeves angrily: "Ok, okay, I'll start practicing from metal!" But I thought to myself: As soon as you tell me how to do it, it's up to you, hum...

"This bead is originally metallic. There is no way to throw it in. What the Nihon Tripod passed to you is a metallic split." The tone is still cold, but in Yan Song's ears, he is obviously gloating.

With no choice, he had to throw the dragon ball into the Nirvana tripod according to what the woman said. To his surprise, the mouth on the Nirvana tripod was small, but it was easy to swallow the dragon ball. Then, the silver tripod was golden, and a stream of consciousness suddenly rushed into his brain, which was a metal-opening skill.

"Remember, if you practice the mysterious skill, you will put the metal beast elixir into the tripod..."

Yan Song suddenly opened his eyes, as if he were dreaming. He suddenly found himself lying in a cabin **, and everything just now disappeared.