Peerless Sealer

Chapter 60
Bicha finally went out, approaching the gate, he turned around and took another look at Qin Tian.

Qin Tian was also staring at him, it seemed that he was responsible for the black energy on Zheng Yi's body.

"Hey," Bicha showed a cruel smile towards Qin Tian, ​​and proudly lit up his left hand, lying quietly with the corner of his clothes in the palm of his left hand.

Qin Tian swept down belatedly, and there was a piece missing from the hem of his shirt.

"Hehe," Qin Tian smiled indifferently, turned around and ignored him, he was just a clown.

Bi Zha was stunned for a moment, and then laughed even colder, thinking that I only have the same ability as before, a piece of clothing is enough!

"You damn ghost, why are you back? Didn't you say that I'll take care of you at home, so you can rest assured?" Zheng Liguo's mother stepped forward and complained loudly.

"It's alright, don't worry." Zheng Yi hugged her and comforted her, instantly sweetening the faces of Qin Tian and others.

In the hall, Zheng Limin walked in front of Zheng Yi with a gloomy face, knelt down suddenly, and said in an indescribably low tone, "Master, I'm sorry."

Zheng Yi quickly helped him up, "It's not bad for you, it's not a big mistake, get up quickly, you must know how serious it is to prescribe prescriptions and medicines, just be more careful in the future."

A group of people walked to the hall together, and behind the hall was Zheng Liguo's residence. Qin Tian and the others put down their backpacks and sat in the hall to chat.

This medical accident seems to have subsided, but the aftermath and subsequent negative impacts are bound to continue for some time.

After waiting for a long time, no one came to see the doctor, but Zheng Yi didn't feel much anxiety. He stood up and suggested, "Come on, I'll teach you how to stand up!"

Zheng Liguo's mother was making dinner in the kitchen. Four Qin Tian and five children of Zheng Limin stood in the front yard. Zheng Yi stood face to face with them and started a demonstration.

"The Hunyuan pile is known as the top of ten thousand piles. It is upright in shape and has a subtle atmosphere. Everyone, old, middle-aged and young, can practice it to strengthen their bodies and strengthen their blood."

"You can just copy my standing method. There are a few key points. One: the steps should not spread beyond the shoulders; two: the waist should be heavy and the buttocks should be retracted; ; the fourth: the lower jaw should be restrained, the back of the neck should be relaxed; the last: the head should be stretched, and the heart should be empty."

"Keep in mind the above points, even if you have completed the Hunyuan pile's frame, all the standing methods of the frame are similar, and the Hunyuan pile is promoted to be the leader because its core is inner control."

"How is it? Do you feel your waist and knees are sore now, your thighs are standing upright, and your upper body is very hot?"

Qin Tian and the others nodded in unison. They usually don't feel it for three or two minutes of Zhamabubu, but after a long time, they suddenly felt that their lower body was too fluffy, trembling and trembling, and almost fell down.

"Remember the last point, keep your head tensed and your heart empty!"

"The core control inside the Hunyuan Zhuang, we generally call this control inner vision. There are three levels of inner vision. The first level is your current state. Some organs are swollen, numb, and hot. This is the 'intention'; next Take one step, deeply understand your current feeling, and sink your mind into these aches and pains in an empty space. The body does not shake and the shape does not disperse. This is 'mindfulness'!"

"The third stage, named 'intention', is to control these feelings, expand, spread, and spread them to your arms, chest, back, shoulders and legs. These feelings are your agitated Qi and blood,' The intention is to 'promote your body's blood circulation and breath cycle, and achieve the effect of improving your physical condition."

"Intention is difficult, and you need to use some Sasuke methods in the process of intention. I won't tell you monkeys now. Remember this feeling? Take a break." Zheng Yi said with a smile.

Qin Tian and the others stopped their momentum together, sat on the ground and couldn't help pinching their limbs. Standing for more than ten minutes was more tiring than running 800 meters. The whole body felt hot and numb.

"From now on, insist on standing upright every day, and it will also improve your character, become firm, calm, and no longer impetuous." Zheng Yi said, slowly retreating, and becoming more and more refreshed.

Qin Tian looked at him with admiration, and said sincerely, "Uncle Zheng, I made a note."

"I'm just telling you, they are already fascinated by the smell of the food." Zheng Yi pointed to the back room, and sure enough, everyone was already sitting around with hungry faces.

After dinner, Qin Tian was led to his room.

Zheng Liguo's house is very big, it is a building complex surrounded by a large one-story house, the front yard is for medical treatment and the backyard is for accommodation, so there are many empty rooms, Qin Tian and others share one room.

Lying on the new scented bedding, Qin Tian fell asleep quickly.

On the oblique second floor of Wotuo Clinic, Bichapa Weng stood in front of the blood-colored table with a resentful expression on his face, "If you can break my head-down technique, I want to see how divine you are!"

He was actually a head-down master from Thailand.

According to legend, the technique of lowering the head was evolved from the voodoo in Ishikawa and Yunnan areas of my country, which was spread to Southeast Asia and combined with the local witchcraft. It is very sinister and vicious.

The descending is the means of the operation, and the head is the individual of the person being performed.

This body refers to the control of the information of the caster, or the horoscope, or the five elements. The most common and most commonly used are the belongings of the caster, so Bicha has to work hard to obtain Zheng Yi's related items. And what is placed in front of him now is the corner of Qin Tian's clothes.

On the blood-colored wooden table, there are two porcelain bowls. In one bowl is a yellow-brown liquid, which looks very viscous, similar to sesame oil, but the color is not quite right, and the taste is a bit fatter than normal sesame oil .

Another porcelain bowl kept making "swish-swish" climbing and colliding sounds. Looking at the half-black bowl from a distance, you can find that it is full of insects smaller than ants, with sharp teeth and claws. Biting each other constantly to satisfy hunger.

"Hey hey," Bi Chaxie laughed twice, lifted the bowl of oil, and poured it into another bowl.

The worms in the other bowl became more and more frenzied, and they floated up in the oil, and they were close to the edge of the bowl, and they were about to climb out.

Beecha struck a match and dropped it into the bowl.

With a "boom", the flames soared into the sky, and the fireworks ignited by the combination of half a bowl of oil and half a bowl of worms were more violent than gasoline.

The black worms at the bottom of the bowl shrieked, and were burned to ashes in the piercing sound.

Black smoke billowed from the top of the flames, both dazzling and pungent.

Bicha picked up the corner of his clothes next to the bowl with two fingers, and threw it into the fire with a sneer.

The corners of the clothes quickly wrinkled in the raging fire, condensed, and kept rolling, like a soul struggling in Abi Hell.

Bicha slapped lightly with both palms, spread his right hand and aimed at the fire source that was about to burn out.

The ghost doll's head on the heel of his palm flew out and hung on the flames, all the black smoke was absorbed by it.

The ghost doll is getting darker and darker, the corners of the raised mouth are chasing higher, and the pale black eyes are almost shining black.

"Go!" Bicha shouted, pointing in the air, pointing to Zheng Liguo's house, the ghost baby flew up and stopped in front of his face.

Bicha's face sank, he bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of thick tongue blood on him.

Low and tender laughter sounded from all directions, and the ghost doll turned into a cloud of smoke and flew out.

"It's a big loss," Bicha said secretly, and carefully put the residue and ashes in the bowl into an opaque bottle.

(End of this chapter)