Chapter 59: No Tang Seng's life, but Tang Seng's disease
"The spine is alive?!!"
The spine is twisting, the joints are growing, as if it is about to break out of the body.
In his normal state, Shen Lian was forcibly raised to 1.85 meters, his bones collided, and his muscles all over his body showed a carefully crafted streamlined shape.
He scanned the career panel, and the handwriting of the two horizontal practices gradually merged into one.
A large amount of information surged in my mind, and the synthesized Henglian martial arts was extremely complex, involving almost all aspects. It would be difficult for others to do it even if they were just getting started.
Shen Lian never expected that Heng Lian's synthesis would be so intense.
He only felt that his spine was on the verge of losing control, frantically absorbing nutrients from his body, and at the same time, his own blood flowed backwards to his spine.
In just a few moments, 40% of Shen Lian's blood had been swallowed up by his spine.
"Master...Master, are you okay?"
When Dang Ding saw something strange about Shen Lian, he quickly wanted to step forward to check. However, when he was just ten meters away, his legs instinctively stopped in place.
Fear.
That’s right, Dang Ding felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. It seemed that if he took one more step forward, he would die. The familiar figure not far away was no longer Shen Lian, but a demon in disguise.
"I'm fine. Just tell the old man. My martial arts cultivation has reached a bottleneck. I will be in seclusion in the backyard for the next few days."
Shen Lian took out his palm and slapped it, invisible. The hurricane caused Dang Ding to retreat several meters.
"Okay...okay."
When Ding Li stayed away, the fear in his heart was reduced by half, and he secretly sighed that the young master's qualifications were really outstanding, and he had made great achievements after studying martial arts for half a year.
He really couldn’t understand Shen Lian.
On the one hand, he has nothing to do all day long and seems to be uninterested in everything; on the other hand, he has a soft spot for self-harming martial arts.
Shen Lian resisted the urge to transform into a giant and closed his eyes to notice the subtle changes in his spine.
His expression showed a bit of surprise.
The spinal cord is mainly responsible for hematopoiesis, and a warrior's Qi and blood are his own foundation. Therefore, only after the Immortal Bronze Body is reborn will his foundation be pushed to a whole new level.
If you interrupt forcibly, it is equivalent to missing an opportunity.
Shen Lian took out a few large pills and swallowed them whole. Through the supplement of nutrients, he kept his energy and blood flowing continuously.
When the spine is saturated, drops of viscous blood will be produced.
The quality of Qi and blood that the new blood can hold is far beyond ordinary, which means that he is heading towards the "Tang Monk Flesh".
Shen Lian did not waste the medicine. While reborn, he was refining the eye root meridians, and the other two forces were also circulating throughout the day.
“The eye root meridians are not just trivial, there are six of them in total.”
“Taking advantage of the breakthrough of Heng Lian, I can refine at least two of them.”
Shen Lian controlled the yin and yang energy to impact the meridians, and felt that the blocked meridians were gradually unblocked, and the vision of both eyes became clearer and clearer.
"After Jin Wuwei entered the five realms of innateness, they transformed into demonic bodies. They tempered the five senses and meridians. They were actually reviving the perception of the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue, and body, making themselves more like humans."
"The innate nature of warriors. The five realms are completely different. They bring the five senses to their peak."
Shen Lian opened his mouth, and his teeth became sharp and scary because he showed some of the characteristics of extreme training. "Hey, no matter how you look at it, we warriors. They are all on the right track!”
There are bone spurs between the spine that extend and retract with breathing.
If others witnessed it, how could they believe that the demon in front of them was a warrior who claimed to be righteous? Logically speaking, Jin Wuwei's appearance was indeed more human.
Shen Lian concentrated on his practice.
Whoosh whoosh...
The faint sound coming from the courtyard is like a tiger taking a nap.
Shen Hansheng and others occasionally looked at Shen Lian from a distance through the window. The latter's martial arts practice was really shocking, but based on their knowledge, they were not aware of Shen Lian's martial arts attainments at all.
Shen Lian's retreat lasted longer than expected. Unknowingly, two days have passed.
The spring rains continued during this period, and people inevitably became worried when they saw this. After all, it rarely rained for more than two days in Yanliang Town throughout the year.
There are differences in the celestial phenomena, which can easily be associated with evil spirits.
And the attitude of the Yamen is also a bit ambiguous. Not only is there a curfew, but the four urban areas are not allowed to move around each other.
It was full of rumors for a while.
Shen Hansheng was also deeply affected. Although he did not dare to disturb the children in seclusion, he asked two pawns to guard the courtyard at night.
On the fifth day of the spring rain, it still hasn’t stopped.
Some people saw six Jinwu guards arriving in Yanliang Town early in the morning. Obviously, the situation was not as simple as it seemed, and the court had been alerted.
Before they could inquire about the reason, some government officials began to visit from house to house.
Shen Hansheng opened the door quickly and couldn't help but ask after seeing it was Mr. Hong, Mr. Hong, what is the situation in Yanliang Town now?
Hong Patou looked a little tired and signaled the following government officials to patrol the streets on their own.
"Shopkeeper Shen, I can't tell you the specifics. You have also...experienced great storms, so you must know that disasters in the world are inevitable."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Shen Hansheng With a wry smile on his face, he quickly made tea for Hong Patou.
"No more tea, I have a lot to do next."
Mr. Hong looked around the store and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, it's just a small incident compared to the previous corpse-stripping case."
"Huh, that's good."
"According to Jin Wuwei, if there is a well in the courtyard, it must be sealed as soon as possible, and the accumulated water must be drained and disposed of in time."
Hong Baantou informed Shen Hansheng in detail, and Shen Hansheng remembered them one by one.
The two of them never mentioned demons, but they knew in their minds that the reason why the Jinwu Guards were able to form such a large battle was definitely related to demons.
"Shop Manager Shen, if you hear the sound of gongs in the middle of the night, it means that the spring rain has flooded. You can go to the market in the center of Xicheng District. There is a disaster prevention office set up by Jinwu Guard there."
Hong Baantou nodded. That's all.
Shen Hansheng couldn't help but swallowed, his face could not hide the fear.
Although the spring rains are continuous, the rainfall is very limited. Wherever there will be floods, the sound of gongs probably means that demons are raging.
After speaking, Mr. Hong left in a hurry.
Shen Hansheng watched Mr. Hong watch off, and then asked the waiters to clean up the shop.
Since it was too late for the yamen to just issue notices, it was necessary to have a famous yamen official come to the door to give a warning, indicating that the fish disaster case was urgent.
"Water accumulation..."
Shen Hansheng looked at the backyard out of the corner of his eye. At least the pawn shop did not have any trouble with water accumulation.
As Shen Lian retreats into seclusion, the exposed Qi and blood are getting hotter and hotter, accumulating water? Rainwater has evaporated as soon as it falls within half a meter.
Shen Hansheng has come into contact with many martial artists, including Shen Lian's mentor Bai Haibo.
It always feels like... only Shen Lian can be so exaggerated, or are the other warriors more restrained?
Shen Hansheng was noncommittal, maybe his son was a unique martial arts prodigy.
The seventh day of spring rain.
The doors and windows in Yanliang Town are closed, and few people take to the streets even during the day.
The dogs barking deep in the alley continued, and the sound became more and more weird, like a baby crying, which was then killed by the rushing government officials.
(End of this chapter)