The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 216 Healing, the hope of regaining sight

"Anyway, I'm already blind, so what's the convenience? This is not a place to talk, come with me."

The blind old man was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked into the tower.

"Boy Lin Dong, although you are here to save the situation, you can't make fun of things like this and expose Senior Brother Gu Mo's wounds."

On the way, Wu Dao said in a low voice.

"Please rest assured, Uncle Wu Dao, the disciple has some confidence in his heart, but further investigation is needed to confirm."

Lin shakes his head, he is not stupid, he would tease the elders of the sect with such things.

After passing through several hidden corridors all the way, we arrived at our destination.

In the extremely simple stone room, there is only a bed, a table and a chair. This is the residence where the blind old man, a Mahayana talisman master, has lived for hundreds of years.

"Let's start, you don't need to be scruples, just use it to your heart's content."

The blind old man pointed to the open space opposite, and sat down directly.

Lin Dong, who was sitting cross-legged across from him, nodded, and realized the nervous eyes on one side. With two fingers together, he pressed lightly on the forehead of the blind old man, and the majestic mental power swept out like a torrent. .

"A 20-year-old top celestial talisman master with eight seals, this level of talent is far inferior to that of Junior Brother Zhou Tong, right?"

The blind old man smiled in relief, and immediately let go of his mental defenses without hesitation, accepting Lin Dong's spiritual influx.

In Lin Dong's spiritual vision, the blind old man's gray-white eyes were wrapped with dense gray silk threads, like tarsal maggots tightly wrapped around them, wrapping the entire eyeball airtight.

The strong cold air released from the gray silk thread eroded the two withered and shriveled eyeballs all the time, exuding ominous bursts.

"The yin and cold air, this is the culprit that caused Uncle Gu Mo's blindness. It seems that the desolate monster's eyes are too flawed in martial arts. Protect the body, practice blinding one."

"The ancestor stone has the magical effect of deducing and perfecting martial arts. I have to find a chance to remove the side effect of the desolate demon eye and return it to the palace, so as to benefit the follow-up disciples of my desolate palace."

"But now, let's see if we can help Uncle Gu Mo solve this stubborn illness."

Thinking of this, Lin Dong had a thought, and the ancestral stone hidden between his eyebrows suddenly shone brightly. A gentle milky white light flowed into the blind old man's body along his spiritual tentacles, and shone on the gray silk thread wrapped around the eyeball.

"Chucky!"

The gray silk thread transformed by the strong yin and cold power melted as quickly as ice and snow under the sun, and the big gray net tightly wrapped around the eyeball was immediately opened a hole.

Meanwhile, the outside world.

"boom!!!"

The face of the blind old man suddenly changed drastically, his hands hanging on both sides grabbed the ground out of control, and the bluestone floor under his seat was crushed by him immediately, two shocking blood lines continuously overflowed from the corners of his eyes, it was truly terrible terror.

"Brother Gu Mo, what's wrong with you? Lin Dong, stop!"

Wu Dao, who had been tense all the time, became anxious immediately, and stretched out his hand to separate the two.

"Enlightenment, don't be nervous. It's a good thing. I can feel that those damn things that have troubled me for a hundred years have been slowly opened. In fact, I have never felt better."

The blind old man opened his eyes, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes casually, and a rare smile appeared on his dry and dry face.

"Lin Dong, tell me."

Wu Dao's figure froze, and he turned to look at Lin Dong.

"Uncle Gu Mo, your eyes are caused by the desolate monster eyes of the martial arts of my barren hall?" Lin Dong said after pondering for a moment.

"Well, something went wrong when I was practicing back then." The blind old man cherished words like gold.

"Uncle Gu Mo should have noticed just now that the power I possess can purify the cold energy brought by the desolate demon eyes, but the cold energy accumulated in your eyes is too much, uncle, for too long , can only adopt the strategy of nibbling away step by step."

"I think it will be completely cleaned up in about a month. At that time, I will give you the power of purification and put it in the center of the eyebrows to nourish it. It will completely solve the problem of erosion, but the process may be more painful."

"As long as you can restore your eyesight, this little pain is nothing."

The blind old man shook his head. Although he could see the world more clearly after switching to mental power, eyes are always one of the most precious body organs of a warrior. If given the opportunity, he would certainly like to restore them.

"Well, this old man won't take advantage of you. After you finish choosing your martial arts, you will stay here to practice for a month. Then you will help me heal my eyes every day. How about I teach you how to practice martial arts?"

The blind old man stood up slowly and said.

"Lin Dong, why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and respond."

Wu Dao was startled for a moment, and immediately pushed Lin Dong violently.

The blind old man suppressed the martial arts hall for more than a hundred years. He is proficient in most of the martial arts in the Huangdian.

Letting a martial arts master teach personally for a month, this is the best treatment that many warriors dream of, and it will definitely benefit a lot.

"It's a deal." Lin Dong took advantage of the situation and cupped his hands.

"Let's go, I'll take you to choose a martial art. You must first learn the Huangjue before you talk about it. I can't lose the housekeeping skills of my Huangdian. The Huangjin derived from the Huangjue is the essence of many martial arts in my Huangdian." It is not an exaggeration to call it the mother of all laws.”

Knowing that there is still hope for his eyesight to recover, the blind old man's mood seemed to improve a lot. He babbled on and on along the way, and Wu Dao was stunned for a moment.

You bastards, return my senior brother Gao Leng! !

The vice-master of Huangdian and the great elder of Huangdian's Martial Arts Hall jointly led the team to choose martial arts for a disciple. This luxurious lineup instantly stunned many disciples along the way.

It's just that when everyone found out that the disciple was the chief of Huangdian, all of them suddenly looked surprised. It turned out that this big boss came here, no wonder.

Led by the blind old man, Lin Dong quickly came to a central ancient hall of the Martial Arts Hall. Inside the hall was a huge platform, on which stood a huge boulder about a hundred feet in size.

The whole body of the boulder is gray, and the surface is covered with huge and hideous cracks. Just glance at it lightly, and there will be a barren, vicissitudes and ancient ancient scene.

The ground within a radius of one hundred feet is a withered gray-white image, as if all the vitality has been sucked out of it, just like the scene when Jiang Hao and the others used their wild energy before.

Many Huangdian disciples scattered around the gray boulder and practiced with their eyes closed. They seemed to be practicing some kind of secret technique, but they didn't dare to approach it easily, probably because they were afraid of something.

(End of this chapter)