Zongwu: Wang Yuyan refuses marriage and forces Li Qingluo to marry

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Duan Yu also wanted to praise Wei Wu, but when he thought that he was his junior, he opened his mouth and then closed it again.

It's really difficult for him not to speak.

Jiumozhi had already believed most of what Wei Wu said, but there was still a trace of doubt in his heart.

Wei Wu said that if one practices more than three unique skills, the hostility will penetrate deep into the internal organs and over time, harm the body.

But he didn't feel anything wrong?

There is no discomfort at all!

On the contrary, I feel very healthy, eat well and sleep well.

Moreover, he learned not only three unique skills, but used the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to learn all seventy-two unique skills!

According to Wei Wu, isn't it certain that he will die?

If you can't figure it out yourself, then ask.

I don't like to use my brain, maybe I was infected by Wei Wu.

Jiumozhi looked respectful and asked, "Master Huanxi, according to what you said, I should not live long, but I don't feel any discomfort in my body?

Please enlighten me, Master."

"Ming Wang is indeed a man of great wisdom. He immediately figured out the key to the problem."

Wei Wu put himself in the role of an elder and praised Jiumozhi as if he were a junior.

Jiumozhi was a little complacent at first, but he quickly reacted.

Wei Wu treated him as a junior!

You're taking advantage of me!

I he...

never mind!

Life is important, so juniors are just juniors.

Wei Wu hesitated for a moment, thought about the wording, and slowly said: "The seventy-two unique skills are divided into two categories: body and use.

The body is the foundation of internal strength, and use is the method of applying it.

Ming Wang used Xiao Wuxiang Gong as his foundation and only practiced the application of the seventy-two unique skills, which did not involve the fundamentals of internal strength, so the injuries he received were naturally much less serious. "

Jiumozhi showed a look of understanding and nodded slightly.

Wei Wu said softly, "Although the damage to the Ming King is small, there are still some signs."

Jiumozhi asked quickly: "Are there any signs?"

Wei Wu did not answer, but turned to look at Ben Yin and said softly: "Ben Yin, go get a bronze mirror. The clearer the better."

"Yes."

Ben Yin obeyed the order and quickly walked down the Prajna platform.

Wei Wu smiled and said, "Wait a moment, Your Majesty."

Jiumozhi said respectfully, "Yes."

Master Kurong looked at Wei Wu. Although his face was expressionless, the smile in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Tianlong Temple has found a treasure this time!

Benguan, Benyin, Benxiang and Duan Zhengming, on the other hand, stared at Wei Wu with respect and admiration.

Duan Yu thought to himself, "I shouldn't call you uncle anymore, should I just call you father?

My mother would definitely agree, but I don’t think my father would agree.

I hate Dad Wu! "

Soon, Ben Yin's figure reappeared on the Prajna platform, but he had an ancient bronze mirror in his hand.

Although the bronze mirror is simple and ancient, it is shiny and bright, and can reflect every detail of objects.

Maybe it's not as good as the glass mirrors of later generations, but it's very close.

In fact, the ancients could grind bronze mirrors to be very smooth so that they could reflect people very clearly.

However, this kind of bronze mirror with high clarity did not sell well. Instead, those bronze mirrors that were a little blurry were very popular.

The reason is very simple, because the bronze mirror is too clear and will reflect all the shortcomings of a person.

However, those blurry bronze mirrors cannot reflect subtle flaws.

Simply put, a person reflected in a clear bronze mirror is not as beautiful as one reflected in a blurry bronze mirror.

This situation also exists in later generations, that is, beauty cameras.

A woman in the province of soup thought she was a fairy and wanted to divorce her husband. Fortunately, her family helped her turn off the beauty filter in time.

Although things change, the truth will never change.

Ben Yin walked quickly to Wei Wu's side and handed the bronze mirror to him with both hands.

"Uncle Master, bronze mirror."

Wei Wu took the bronze mirror and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, nephew."

"It's not hard."

Ben returned to where he had just stood with a respectful attitude.

Wei Wu did not say anything, but handed the bronze mirror to Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi was stunned for a moment, then took the bronze mirror.

Wei Wu said softly, "Ming Wang, take a good look at yourself in the mirror and see if you can see any clues."

"Yes."

Jiumozhi took the bronze mirror and looked at it carefully.

After looking for a long time, he didn't find anything unusual.

If there is one thing, it is that he feels more handsome.

I wake up to my handsomeness every day!

Ningma Lhamo insisted on practicing dual cultivation with me. She was quite insightful!

It’s a pity that I’m the man she can’t have!

It was a pity that I killed her at the beginning, otherwise if I gave her to Wei Wu now, he might give me the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

At this time, you are still thinking about Six Meridians Divine Sword? Your life is more important!

……

Chapter 143 I, Jiumozhi, have never been inferior to others in my life, so why should I need support from others?

Jiumozhi put down the bronze mirror, looked at Wei Wu, and said respectfully: "I can't see anything, please Master Huanxi give me some advice."

"I knew you couldn't see it."

Wei Wu was secretly proud in his heart, but on the surface he looked gentle and respectful, and said softly: "Ming Wang, take a closer look at your Chengqi point, Yingxiang point and Jiache point."

Upon hearing this, Jiumozhi quickly raised the bronze mirror and carefully observed the three acupuncture points.

After a while, he said in shock: "My Chengqi acupoint has turned vermilion, the Yingxiang acupoint seems to have a faint purple aura, and as for the Jiache acupoint, the tendons and veins are faintly trembling."

No matter how great the Vajra King is, or how close he is to Buddha, he still panics when facing death.

Big men are afraid of death, not in the simple sense of the word, but because they fail to fulfill their ambitions.

Was the First Emperor afraid of death?

I don't think I'm afraid!

He just wanted to have enough time to spread the Black Water Dragon Flag to every corner of the world.

Although Jiumozhi did not have such lofty ambitions, he also had goals to pursue throughout his life.

He has not mastered the seventy-two unique skills, has not practiced the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and has never seen the Yi Jin Jing.

How could he die?

Jiumozhi put down the bronze mirror, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to Wei Wu.

"Master Huanxi, please save me!"

I was panicking inside, but on the surface I still looked calm and composed, as if I got it I was lucky, and if I lost it I was doomed.

The image of Mahavira as an idol has never been completely eliminated.

Still have to save face!

Wei Wu said calmly: "It is not difficult to save the King Ming."

Jiumozhi was overjoyed when he heard this and said excitedly: "Master, please have mercy on me!"

Wei Wu shook his head slightly, sighed softly, and said in a deep voice: "I would like to save King Ming, but I'm afraid King Ming is unwilling."

Jiumozhi said anxiously: "I am willing! I am willing! Master, please help me!"

Wei Wu stared into Jiumozhi's eyes and said solemnly, "Does the Ming King really want me to take action?"

Jiumozhi nodded heavily, and said with a hint of pleading in his tone: "Master, please help!"

Wei Wu asked again: "No matter what the price, you won't regret it?"

"My life is already in danger, what price can I not pay?"

Although Jiumozhi thought so in his heart, he would never say it out loud. He vowed: "I will never regret it!"

"it is good."

A hint of cunning flashed in Wei Wu's eyes, and he moved as fast as lightning, suddenly grabbing Jiumozhi's wrists.

Just when Jiumozhi was puzzled, he felt the internal force in his body rushing towards Wei Wu like an avalanche on a snowy mountain, sweeping across heaven and earth.

"what happened?

what happened? "

Jiumozhi quickly used his internal energy to try to break free from Wei Wu's grasp.

However, he found that no matter how he used his internal energy, it was of no avail and he could not break free from Wei Wu's restraints.

It’s like a mortal facing an avalanche on a snowy mountain. They are unable to resist and can only flee for their lives.

If you can't escape, you will die.

Seeing the fear and hatred in Jiumozhi's eyes, Wei Wu said slowly: "There is only one way to save Ming Wang, and that is to dissolve all of Ming Wang's internal energy.

Just now I have repeatedly asked the King whether he wants me to take action.

The King of Ming also promised that he would never regret it!

Why do you regret it now?

Could it be that in the eyes of the Ming King, inner strength is more important than life?

Ming Wang is also a highly accomplished monk. Could it be that he cannot understand that everything in the world is just floating clouds?

All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning, they should be viewed in this way!

Since I have promised to rescue the King, I must keep my word and do what I say.

No matter what the Ming Wang feels at this moment, I will fulfill my promise!"

Jiumozhi was just trying to preserve his own inner strength, so he had no time to listen to Wei Wu's lectures.

He just couldn't speak, otherwise he would have started cursing by now.

Fuck you, it’s all just empty talk!

My internal strength was cultivated after decades of hard work!