Chapter 326 Nine Postures (First update, thank you for your support)

Chapter 326 Nine Postures (First update, thank you for your support)

The six-door dungeon here has three floors. The further you go down, the colder it gets, and the prisoners in it become more and more dangerous. There are many criminal thieves and murderous demons.

When Meng Qi, Qi Zhengyan, Duan Rui, Wang Baotou and Laotou stepped onto the third floor, they immediately felt the gazes coming from them. They all had a sense of substance and were obviously of extraordinary strength.

"My surname is Wang, I am your mother. If you have the ability to let me out, fight me openly and justly, what is your ability to plot and ambush me?" A rough and arrogant voice cursed, full of resentment and excitement, causing the steel chain to rattle. There was a loud noise, making the special iron bars sway.

Capt. Wang's expression remained unchanged and he ordered the cell leader: "Starve him for three days."

Turning his head, he introduced Meng Qi: "This is the lone thief Wei Chigong. His martial arts skills are extraordinary. We spent a lot of effort to make him stumble locally. We plan to escort him to Beijing after the year."

He was quite proud of this matter. Being able to capture a lone thief who had repeatedly committed crimes but had not been caught was enough to prove his ability. As for the method used to catch him, what did it matter? I’ve never heard of people having to pay attention to the method when arresting criminals!

Yu Chigong's loud voice shook the entire third floor, causing dust to fall from the sky. He was eight feet tall and had gnarled muscles. Even though his bones were pierced, his tendons and hamstrings were torn, and his acupuncture points were sealed, he remained arrogant and malicious. He said to his face: "You surnamed Wang, you are like an eagle with claws and a dog's legs. If you let me escape, I will kill your whole family and marry your mother!"

Supervisor Wang ignored him and ordered the prison leader again: "Three days are not enough. I will starve him until he has no strength to speak. If that doesn't work, I'll whip him eighty times."

Yu Chigong's roar suppressed the noise of other prisoners, just like the prison bully on this floor.

The cell leader repeatedly said yes. After arriving at an empty cell, he took out the key, opened the iron door, and locked Duan Rui's hands and feet with fine steel chains.

"It takes about three hours to replenish the acupuncture points." Meng Qi reminded.

Not wanting to be in a cold, humid and extremely noisy environment, Captain Wang agreed and left. The cell leader saluted: "Master Su, I won't hinder your torture. If you have orders, I can go to the third party." Find a small one at the entrance of the first floor and shout loudly.”

When Yuchi Gong saw Wang Captou and the two leaving, he immediately changed his target, pointed at Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan and cursed: "Two young boys, still imitating others' torture? Judging from the way you are dressed, you are either a member of a noble family or a sect." Disciple, you can rely on the shadow of your ancestors to please the eagle's claws and the dog's legs."

"Actually, hey, the techniques under my command are as sparse as they are. If I were not imprisoned and met you on the road, I would definitely beat you up. If you still have women with you, I won't be polite to enjoy them. It's up to you. Mother, come into your mother’s arms!”

He was full of foul language and tried to provoke Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan into doing irrational things, such as opening the cell and beating themselves, so as to find a chance to escape.

Meng Qi looked at him with a smile and said nothing, just watching quietly.

Suddenly, Yu Chigong, who was cursing, heard a strong heartbeat.

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the sound has a strange rhythm, as if it resonates deep in the soul and can resonate.

"What are you looking at? You can do it if you can?" Yu Chigong continued to curse.

Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the sound of heartbeat became clearer and clearer. Yu Chigong felt that his heart was beating with this rhythm. Meng Qi opposite him still smiled and said nothing.

"As timid as a mouse, with a fat head and a pink face, he looks like a kid selling his butt..." Boom, boom, boom, boom, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Yuchi Gong felt blood welling up, his head was swollen, and he couldn't speak anymore.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, the beating of his heart was beyond Yu Chigong's endurance. His head was dizzy, his eyes were filled with blood, and he felt that his heart would explode at any time.

He took a few steps back and sat down suddenly. His face was bloodshot and he was breathing heavily. He was extremely embarrassed and felt like he would die at any time.

The kid in front of me is so weird!

It's like an evil ghost!

What kind of skill is this?

"Senior Brother Qi, please watch the door for me." Meng Qi returned his heartbeat to normal and said with a leisurely smile.

He had read a martial arts novel before. There was a demon who could use his own heartbeat to control the heartbeats of others, causing them to die inexplicably. It was very cool, so he took advantage of this three-month retreat to ask Ruan Yushu for advice. ——The first time Ruan Yushu showed his strength was to use the sound of the piano to control the heartbeats of others, so Meng Qi had already had this idea, but due to lack of strength or time, he was unable to ask for advice.

Without involving the specific sound of the piano, Ruan Yushu generously told the techniques and methods. Meng Qi also practiced the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills and had extremely strong control over every part of his body, including the heart, so he finally copied a similar method. It's not a particularly powerful method, but it can be used to assassinate or scare people. The main purpose is to relax and entertain yourself.

Qi Zhengyan still had that dead face and nodded gently: "Okay."

He held the dragon-patterned red gold sword and looked at the cells around him.

All the prisoners around him fell silent. Yu Chigong, who was one of the most powerful and unruly among the others, was in such an awkward situation. Even though the other party did not take action and just watched quietly, he was in such an awkward situation. It’s better to keep a low profile!

What kind of weird trick is this?

He actually took care of Yuchi Gong without moving or saying a word!

In complete silence, Meng Qi stepped into the cell and stood in front of Duan Rui: "If you want to cure the Soul Leaving Syndrome, you must understand the origin of the future."

Taoist Buddha, please forgive me for lying to the child, but I will hire a famous doctor for him!

"Master Su, feel free to ask questions." Duan Rui said expectantly.

Meng Qi first went around in circles and asked, "When was the first time you felt the signs of Soul Leaving Syndrome?"

Duan Rui thought about it carefully: "It should have been shortly after his adoptive father went crazy and left and became a beggar. It shouldn't have been serious at first, because he was bullied many times before there was 'evil revenge'."

"Where did your adoptive father come from?" Meng Qi asked.

Duan Rui said blankly: "A foster father is a foster father."

"When did you meet your adoptive father?" Meng Qi asked clearly.

Only then did Duan Rui understand what it meant: "About ten days before the monster got out of control, I found an injured old man in a hidden place outside the village. I bandaged him and stopped the bleeding. After he woke up, he didn't want to see outsiders. , so he hid in a nearby cave. I often went to bring him yams and listened to his anecdotes about the world. The exercise method of keeping fit has always been very good to me, like my own child.”

Well, Duan Rui really doesn't have the strength to go deep into the back mountain. If he learned the "Yi Jin Jing", someone must have brought it out. Could his adoptive father be a giant and strong man who practiced poisonous skills in the poison pond in the back mountain? It seems that it is not that simple for the monster to lose control... Meng Qi remained calm and continued to ask: "What are the characteristics of your adoptive father?"

"My adoptive father has very light eyebrows and a thin face. He is about forty or fifty years old, and his hair is messy..." Duan Rui described in detail.

Without obvious features, Meng Qi couldn't outline his appearance or guess his identity just by describing him in words, so he asked instead: "Besides, your adoptive father also taught you other kung fu. Nothing else?"

"No." Duan Rui replied affirmatively.

Meng Qi frowned and said, "Has your adoptive father practiced that set of exercises to strengthen your body?"

"Yes, I practice every night." Duan Rui replied affirmatively.

Meng Qi took a breath: "Did your adoptive father go crazy later?"

Duan Rui's eyes suddenly froze, and his expression was full of shock. His adoptive father, who had practiced the body-building exercises, went crazy. He also suffered from Soul Leaving Syndrome and was close to going crazy. Could it be the reason for it?

Although there were only two samples and it was impossible to make a judgment, Meng Qi still followed suit and said: "It seems that the cause of the soul-leaving syndrome is related to this set of body-building exercises. You have to stop temporarily and see if there is any effect."

"Yes, I will do it." Duan Rui replied quickly, relieved to find the source.

Meng Qi pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to cure Soul Leaving Syndrome, you probably have to start with this set of exercises. Why don't you practice it again and let me see what's wrong?"

He was very curious about this. Wasn't it the Yi Jin Jing? In the many years since the Shaolin Temple was established, there have been so many eminent monks practicing the Yi Jin Jing, and I have never heard of anyone being possessed by demons and going crazy.

Duan Rui was in a hurry to cure his illness, and it was just a set of ordinary Kung Fu to strengthen his body, so he didn't keep it secret. He lay down, curled up into a ball, put his hands on his lower abdomen, put his legs against his chest, his posture was weird, and his breathing slowly became longer.

Meng Qi's spirit was released, his soul was clarified, and Duan Rui's true energy flow path was vaguely reflected, observing its changes and getting a glimpse of its core.

"It's like Buddhist Zen skills..." Meng Qi tried hard to remember the route and the speed of his true energy, but Duan Rui had no intention of hiding it.

After practicing for a week, Duan Rui changed his postures, and ended up with nine postures in total, all of which were weird and strange. The more he practiced, the weirder he felt to Meng Qi, as if he was becoming more and more incomplete and sinister. feeling.

Huh... Duan Rui breathed out and looked at Meng Qi eagerly: "Master Su, my adoptive father said that the order of posture practice cannot be wrong, otherwise he will go crazy. Has he always thought that the order of correctness is wrong?"

"It's possible, you can repeat the posture's Qi path in words again." Meng Qi wanted to verify what he sensed, and this could also tell whether Duan Rui was lying.

Duan Rui answered honestly, which was consistent with the flow of infuriating energy reflected by Meng Qi.

He asked several questions from time to time, and Duan Rui answered them fluently, which was consistent with his cultivation status and did not look like he was lying.

Meng Qi memorized the nine postures and said: "These nine postures are extraordinary when viewed individually, but if practiced together, they will feel incomplete and mysterious, so it may be a matter of order. You should stop practicing temporarily. Forget about it, I will invite famous doctors to use medicine, stone, gold and needle to cure your soul-leaving syndrome. The 'evil' has escaped from the root and will not be difficult to contain. "

"Thank you, Mr. Su." Meng Qi said the same thing as his adoptive father, and Duan Rui believed it.

Afterwards, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan left and sincerely helped Duan Rui find a famous doctor to treat the soul-leaking syndrome.

At night, when it was time to replenish Duan Rui's acupuncture points, the cell leader opened the iron door.

"Soul-Leaving Syndrome, I really can't tell..." The prison boss, who was also a good hand, chatted casually and knelt down to tap on the acupuncture points.

At this moment, Duan Rui raised his head, his eyes were extremely dark, and he saw darkness in the distance. He opened his mouth and spat out, spraying the foam on the face of the cell leader.

"Damn it..." The cell leader just cursed and then screamed and collapsed, his face crackling, but within two or three breaths, he lost his life, his body turned completely black, and there were many traces of corrosion on his face.

Duan Rui pulled the cell head over, found the key, unlocked the stainless steel chain, stretched his muscles, and walked out of the cell: "You want to get rid of 'me', damn it!"

"Brother, we are all in trouble. Help us out quickly. We will be grateful!" Yuchi Gong was overjoyed.

Duan Rui looked over coldly, his almost dark eyes without any emotion, and then slowly approached.

Yuchi Gong was startled for a moment, then his hair stood up on his head, and as he caught a cold in anticipation of danger, he hurriedly shouted:

"No, don't come here!"

"Help!"

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