I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 431: Practice at any time, nightmare (5k)

Wen Yan tilted his neck slightly and looked at the time. It was still early, so he staggered to Wei's Clinic.

Doctor Wei still had the light on, but there were no patients. He was sitting there listening to something, either the radio or an audio book. When he saw Wen Yan walking towards him with his head slightly tilted, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It looks like he's having a shortness of breath or a stiff neck. Can you help me take a look?"

"Come, sit on the stool."

Doctor Wei reached out and pinched Wen Yan's neck, asking Wen Yan to try to turn it, and listened to Wen Yan's feedback.

Wei Jing pinched Wen Yan's neck and marveled at it.

"You don't have a stiff neck. Your neck is so stiff that it's like you've activated Qigong. It's like finely processed cowhide. I can't pinch it."

"Huh? What do you mean? There's no law?"

"It's not that it can't be treated, it's just that your skin is too hard now, and I can't pinch it. Can I ask you how this happened?"

"Something went wrong with my practice. The power must be stuck here."

"Oh, I understand then. Wait a minute."

Wei Jing went to the back drawer and took out a rolled cloth bag. When he spread it out, he saw silver needles inside.

Wen Yan took a glance and saw that the silver needle was thin and soft.

"Didn't you say it was too hard? How can such a soft needle pierce you?"

Wei Jing smiled, took out a silver needle, moved his fingers and wrist, and saw that the silver needle directly pierced the plastic bottle cap on the table. The silver needle penetrated at least more than an inch.

"It's just that it's thin enough to penetrate. It's not that only very hard objects can be penetrated easily."

Wei Jing took out a silver needle and touched Wen Yan's neck for a long time with one hand, pinching it bit by bit. Then he shook his wrist and fingers, and the silver needle shot out and pierced directly into Wen Yan's neck.

After three consecutive times, the three silver needles began to tremble rapidly. The power accumulated in Wen Yan's neck seemed to have found an outlet, and directly shook the three silver needles away, and the power began to move.

Wen Yan just moved his head slightly, and he felt a hot current rushing from the left side of the back of his neck along the back of his head directly to his head. A hot and burning feeling spread out in an instant.

"hiss……"

Wen Yan took a deep breath, and the spicy and numbing feeling began to spread along the path it had gone up, and his neck, which had been stiff just now, suddenly returned to normal.

He didn't say anything, but immediately closed his eyes, feeling and recalling what he had just experienced.

The first time he tried it carefully, it got stuck at his neck, but now it had clearly moved up, as if some joints had been opened up.

But it was only a little bit, and it felt hot as if it was burned from the inside out.

This feeling is still within the acceptable range, at least it does not cause any irreversible permanent injuries.

He was trying to remember this feeling, remember what happened at that moment, and he was even trying to replicate it.

But after trying to replicate it, his ideas began to go astray.

This time he could clearly feel that when the power surged into his neck, it went against the release route. After the muscle membrane was filled with the power, it immediately became like cowhide, and its toughness became extremely strong.

He noted what happened at that moment and began to wonder what would happen if this happened somewhere else.
He tried it on his arms first, directing the force from the main trunk in a specific direction, into the branches and into the secondary branches.

At that moment, he felt that the muscle membranes in his arms suddenly became extremely resilient.

But after it is completed, how to release this power becomes a problem.

After thinking it over, he looked at his hands and tried to make a sword finger with his left hand. The circuit was changed and the originally congested power was no longer congested in an instant and had an outlet.

And the power that was released gushed out along the fingerprints.

Wen Yan tried the sword finger first, and then tried the finger with his right hand. Sure enough, it worked. It was equivalent to the power that the finger print could use in an instant, which was enhanced by at least twice.

When these forces are accumulated in the flesh and blood, it is like hard qigong is activated. The skin and flesh become firmer, the strength is greatly improved, and the toughness is greatly enhanced.

This time, what he used was not only the power of Yang Energy, nor simply Qi and blood, but the power of his new Tao.

Wen Yan tried twice before she raised her head and looked at Wei Jing, who was standing beside her, somewhat speechless.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Wei, I got carried away for a moment."

"It's okay. Is this how you usually practice? Is this how you practice martial arts?"

"more or less."

"You are lucky to be still alive." Wei Jing sighed. He had never seen anyone as bold as Wen Yan.

Even though something has gone wrong in practice, when coming to treat the disease, one still has to find things related to martial arts training in the process of treatment.

Moreover, it seems that he really came up with something.

After hearing this, Wen Yan immediately bowed in the direction of his home.

"This isn't luck, I just have someone protecting me."

Wei Jing understood and didn't ask any further. He guessed that Wen Yan was so skilled in doing this and it was obviously not his first time. Why didn't this guy kill himself yet? There must be other reasons.

"Don't do this again in the future. If something goes wrong with your brain, it will be a big trouble."

"Well, I just tried it a little bit, but I didn't expect it to get stuck in my neck. Can you tell me where you pierced the silver needle just now? Is there any principle behind it? For example, acupuncture points?"

"No, it's just about finding the connection between your two stiff muscles, stimulating them to fight against each other and breaking the original balance, that's all."

"Uh, really?"

"Really? Don't you have your own way to do it?"

"Isn't this really some advanced technique like acupuncture with golden needles?"

"You said gold needles, mine are silver needles."

"..."

Wen Yan couldn't refute it, but he always felt that it shouldn't be that simple.

Because he had seen Wei Jing's tone and expression when he was in Fuyu Mountain.

The last time Fourth Uncle Master taught him something, he wanted to explain to him the cause and effect of some things, the core principles, so that he could understand them thoroughly. It took a lot of effort.

And in the end, he may not be able to fully understand or hear it completely.

So, Fourth Uncle Master used this expression and tone to tell him that it was that simple, without going into any details. He just let him know how to use it and what to pay attention to.

After Wen Yan noticed this, he decisively gave up trying to understand.

It’s enough if he has his own understanding, knows how to use it and how it came about.

He ordered some fried chicken, continued chatting with Wei Jing, and finally got some handmade sour plum soup and a few centipedes from him before carrying the things home.

When I got home, I saw that Quemao had stopped watching TV. He was lying on the window, staring at Dao Ge standing on the shelf outside through the glass with a look of deep hatred and resentment.

Dao Ge held his head high and chest puffed out, occasionally tidying up his feathers, and didn't even look at the cat.

Wen Yan came back with the things and threw the paper package containing the centipedes to Dao Ge.

"I just got this good stuff from the pharmacy. Try it as freeze-dried food to satisfy your craving."

Dao Ge was in a bad mood. After being taken home by Wen Yan, he spoke very little.

And it doesn't want to go into the house, saying that the roof is too depressing. How can a chicken live in a house? It lives outside and stands on the roof when it wakes up.

Dao Ge pecked the dried centipede into pieces in one bite, took a bite, and nodded repeatedly.

"This is more delicious than being alive."

"You really won't come into the house?"

"Your cat isn't too happy."

"You are the cat, your whole family is a cat!"

The cat stretched out its claws, pushed the window open a little, and stuck its head out, with a very bad tone.

Dao Ge tilted his head and looked at the sparrow cat, speechless for a moment. He really couldn't tell whether the sparrow cat was a cat or a bird.

Wen Yan carried the fried chicken back to the living room, and Quemao didn't hesitate to eat it.

"Be more friendly. Dao Ge may have a harsh tone, but it's just his words."

"That's not why I did that." Sparrow Cat grumbled with a long face while gnawing on a piece of fried chicken.

"Then why?"

"It never looks at me straight on! It always tilts its head when it looks at me."

"..." Wen Yan's eyelids jumped and he took a breath: "Brother Dao is a big rooster." "So what?"

"When it looks at you straight in the face, that's when it really despises you."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that people think you are a cat, which makes sense. If you were a bird, you would understand that birds' eyes look to the sides, and looking straight at you is not really a straight look."

"All the owls I met looked straight at people!"

"..." Wen Yan stopped talking decisively and didn't want to continue arguing with this stubborn guy.

He went to the basement, changed the offerings first, burned incense, and then sat in front of his grandmother's tablet.

"Grandma, I heard about something today called the old dream that can never be returned.

do you know?

Is there anything you can tell me?"

Wen Yan asked, then got ready and went back to rest.

When he fell asleep, he still didn't wake up.

In the dream, grandma was sitting on a chair by the window, looking at the stars outside, looking at Wen Yan sleeping on the bed, and whispered softly.

"You idiot, some things can't be repeated. Once you know something, the more you repeat it, the more it will come to you."

A few minutes later, grandma stood up, went outside, sat on a chair outside, and just sat there waiting.

In the world of dreams, the stars in the sky gradually disappeared and turned into darkness.

Spreading outward from Wen Yan's house, the street lights in the distance were gradually dimming and then going out.

A rustling sound came from a distance, like a curtain of darkness being drawn, gradually swallowing up the light of the street lamps.

The darkness spread all the way to the outside of Wen Yan's yard and then stopped. The rustling sound became unusually clear.

Grandma was sitting in the yard, holding a thermos cup and sipping tea in small sips.

The rustling sounds outside began to gradually increase in frequency, and a strange tone that seemed to be there and not there blended into these sounds. As the tone became more rapid, the darkness outside the yard began to press inside, and the darkness was like real water waves, fluctuating rapidly.

When the waves began to burst into the yard from mid-air and crossed the fence.

Grandma took out a charred bone from her pocket. There were some simple symbols engraved on the bone, just like those unearthed tortoise shells with oracle bone inscriptions engraved on them.

Grandma threw the bone out and it landed right on the gate.

The bones gradually merged into the ground, and gradually, bone spurs began to grow under the fence of the courtyard wall. A thick white bone emerged from the ground, with the charred bone hanging on it.

In an instant, the wind whistled, as if someone was roaring.

"fire."

Suddenly, a raging fire appeared in the wind. The flame took the shape of the wind, and the direction of the wind was like a wave, surging towards the fluctuating darkness.

The dazzling light instantly illuminated the courtyard, and the light seemed to turn into thousands of thorns, piercing through the darkness.

A chirping sound was heard in the darkness, and black beetles emerged in the light.

The densely packed beetles struggled in pain the moment they were exposed to the light, but in a flash, those black beetles melted into the light and disappeared.

The dark wave also receded, and the strange and rapid tone that seemed to be there and not there also dissipated.

Grandma held the thermos cup and watched the scene quietly. The black bones hung on the white bone pillar beside the far door were swaying in the wind and colliding with the pillar, making crisp sounds.

This piece of black bone was the thank-you gift that was forced upon Wen Yan when he asked him for help last time.

But this thing is not a physical thing, so grandma can't give it to Wen Yan, and Wen Yan can't use it.

Unexpectedly, it would come in handy this time.

Grandma didn't take back the charred bone, but left it hanging there to guard this place.

She came to Wen Yan's room and looked at Wen Yan who was still sleeping.

"I don't know which bastard told you this. Do you really think this is a good thing?

How does the saying go? When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

You idiot, you've been targeted.

Fortunately, the old man was very generous. Since you risked your life to save his grandson, he simply gave you some of his own power.

You can see for yourself how much you can learn and whether you can master some of it. That all depends on you.”

After grandma finished speaking, she disappeared into Wen Yan's room.

Wen Yan opened his eyes and suddenly sat up.

The moment he sat up, all the muscles in his body tensed up and the yang energy in his body began to explode.

He looked around and this time he was really awake.

He could feel it just now, and even woke up from his dream.

But for some reason, he couldn't open his eyes. His whole body felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and his eyelids felt so heavy that they didn't seem like his own.

He could feel the situation outside, could feel the blazing flames, could hear his grandmother cursing, and could hear what her grandmother was telling him, but he just couldn't move.

He knew that it was definitely not his grandmother who did this, but something targeting him appeared as he fell asleep.

He was fine today and yesterday because he has always been known as the natural enemy of players, and the effect of being a hard-working player continued to take effect, so he didn't sleep at all.

Now he understood why the director had summoned him immediately and told him those things, because someone might really be targeting him.

Maybe they have been eyeing it for a long time, but just haven't done anything directly.

What was that just now?
He wanted to ask again, but after lying down, he couldn't fall asleep.

He didn't know what it was, he only knew that it should be a method to target him without having to make direct contact with him.

He couldn't see the person, didn't know who his opponent was, what he was going to do, and he could even completely suppress him in some aspects. This was the first time Wen Yan encountered this.

He had never thought before that being suppressed by others happened in dreams.

If he didn't enter the dream, then what would happen to this incident?
Wen Yan couldn't sleep. He looked at the time and thought it would be bad to disturb his elders so late. Everything was fine for now, so he decided to wait until tomorrow to talk about it.

At the same time, on the other side, in an underground fortress in the northeast.

The man with inverted triangle eyes, who was chanting a spell rapidly, suddenly heard a rustling sound. He saw the lights on in the distant corridor begin to be swallowed by darkness, and his face changed drastically.

He immediately threw away everything in his hands, took out a small jar sealed with mud, opened the jar, and swallowed all the contents in one gulp.

The next moment, only the whites of his eyes were left, blue-gray whites.

Then, the next moment, the swarming darkness, accompanied by rustling sounds, drowned him.

After the dark wave passed, the man with inverted triangle eyes fell to the ground, seemingly without a sound.

Half a minute later, the man with inverted triangle eyes took a deep breath and sat up from the ground again.

He looked at the broken and somewhat charred small altar in front of him, his face as gloomy as water. He picked up the small altar and returned to the ground.

When he reached the ground, he threw the charred little altar in front of the gray-haired old man and said sullenly.

"If I hadn't been cautious and prepared, and had let a ghost die for me, I would have been killed by the backlash just now, and my soul would have been taken away."

"What happened? I just asked you to exert some influence, why did it backfire?"

"How should I know? That guy is so energetic that he is almost inhuman. I have prepared for him four times in the past two days. He never rested and remained awake.

This time it should have been successful, but somehow it was forced back at me by some unknown factor.

Everything I led out was beaten back, and almost took me away.”

“Do you know what it is? Didn’t they say that guy is just a pure warrior?” The face of the man with the flowery hair also turned serious.

"What is certain is that I was able to suppress him when he was asleep. He should indeed be a pure warrior, but I don't know if there is something protecting him. I only know that it is very unusual."

Inverted Triangle Eyes looked at the charred small altar with a gloomy face and eyes full of heartache. This small altar was considered useless. He spent a lot of effort and several years to finally make a usable one.

Now it has turned into this horrible shape. I don’t know what burned it, and all the properties attached to it have been burned out.

The old man with gray hair pondered for a moment and said.

"Don't do anything for now. I'll go ask around. I don't know how that kid offended someone.

Besides us, there are at least two other groups of people who want to take care of him."

(End of this chapter)