I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years - 380. 49. Listen to me tell you about the posture of Zhuji Tianzun

“It can’t be cured.”

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly:

“My hand has been abolished for so long, and the nerves inside have been necrotic. No matter how good a doctor is, it is impossible to continue it.”

“I didn’t say that I would rely on medical techniques to treat you.”

The white-haired man shook his head.

“I just saw from the eyes of the old man that you are looking for a sword, I can see that you are a real sword seeker, and I feel a bit pity. It’s just that whether you want to fix your hand, whether you believe it or not, it all depends on you… if you have That thought, tonight, come to see me in the newly built ancestral hall in Qingshui Village.”

After that, the white-haired man put away the long sword in his hand, the mountain wind was blowing, and he picked up the weeds that were chopped up by his sword in the wilderness. The next moment, the man’s figure disappeared without a trace.

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At night, Qingshui Village.

The one-armed old man who had been hesitating in his home for a long time couldn’t help but sneaked into Qingshui Village quietly in the dark.

The temptation to rebirth with a severed limb is too great for him. For a swordsman who has been obsessed with swords all his life, the sword is the meaning of his life.

The old man has aspirations for thousands of miles. The martyr is in his twilight years and he is very ambitious. Even if the one-armed old man is in his fifties, he is an absolute old age in this era, but in his heart, there is still a desire to climb a higher sword realm.

If you know that there is a chance to return your dominant hand, I believe the one-armed old man will do it without hesitation.

By such a coincidence, he can of course see that the boy and the white-haired man are doing tricks on him, but as long as the arm can be cured, the old man does not care about their purpose, even if it is to pay the price of his life, he is willing to change himself. Hands.

After entering the village, he was very careful in every move, because he understood that the people living in this village were all the characters who used to be in the big summer rivers and lakes, and some of them were not weaker than him at all.

The one-armed old man knew that his identity was special. Because of his nationality, he was not accepted by the village. If he entered rashly, it would be an illegal invasion. According to the character of the Daxia Wu people, he might be attacked by groups on the spot and besieged him very much. awful.

But tonight Qingshui Village is as quiet as usual. Even the restaurants and inns in the village have turned off their lights and closed early. The chickens and dogs that were running around on the street have also been driven into the yard. In the darkness, only the trees are gently swaying with the wind.

The one-armed old man easily did not disturb any adults in the village, and successfully came to the newly built ancestral hall near the entrance of the village.

He also knew about this ancestral hall. Since his arm was cut off, he lived in a foreign country and came to this village. It has been two or three years. When he came to the village to trade last time, the village paid Without this ancestral hall, the villagers would not look as energetic as they are now.

The villagers at that time, although they were a group of wild cranes, they had a taste similar to him.

That is the taste of old salted fish that is either unrewarded, trapped by love, or forced to retreat from the rivers and lakes.

But now this group of people suddenly showed an inexplicable fighting spirit, which made the old man feel as if they had returned to the feeling they had when they first entered the rivers and lakes.

The old man touched the door of the ancestral hall. The door was unlocked. He pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and walked into the ancestral hall.

Even at night, the ancestral hall is still illuminated. On the shelves on both sides, rows of red candles are on fire, illuminating the ancestral hall with dim warm light at night. The ancestral hall is dedicated to a deity that the old man has never seen before. He guessed that it might be the local belief in Qingshui Village.

Generally speaking, although an ancestral hall is a place where ancestors or gods are enshrined, at night, this kind of place can look particularly gloomy and scary, but in this newly built ancestral hall, it gives the one-armed old man a sense of tranquility.

Inside this ancestral hall, it seemed like a real god’s realm, and there was a power that calmed and relaxed the spirit.

But the white-haired man who asked him to come here this afternoon was not here, which made the old man a little disappointed.

Turning around the ancestral hall, the one-armed old man carefully inspected every corner of the ancestral hall, but he never found his trace.

“Sure enough, I didn’t come… Then am I dreaming this afternoon?”

The one-armed old man shook his head, sighed, and prepared to leave the village and return to his dilapidated house.

But at this moment, there was a sound of breaking air, something pierced a side window, brushed the old man’s face, and shot onto the pillar of the ancestral hall.

“Sword Qi?”

The one-armed old man was very sensitive. He immediately ran to the window and looked out through the hole, but saw nothing.

He returned to the pillar again, and reached out to touch the mark of the sword left by the sword aura on the pillar.

A few words are engraved on it.

“Respect three sticks of incense, the problem is self-solving.”

“It’s still a magic stick?”

The one-armed old man was a little surprised.

It’s not surprising that a weak person puts his beautiful thoughts on the puppet statues, but the white-haired man’s swordsmanship is far superior to him. Such a strong person would actually engage in this kind of ritual of praying for gods and worshipping Buddha. He was surprised.

“Forget it, I’m here anyway.”

The one-armed old man chuckled.

“I am in this situation, and I am not qualified to speak.”

He walked up to the idol and looked up. The idol was a man with a dragon on his shoulders and a sword box on his back. On the table in front of the idol, someone put a lot of incense and fire folds. , For people to access at any time.

The old man took it over, lit the three incense sticks with some effort, and bowed to the idol at will, and then inserted the three incense sticks in the cauldron in front of the idol.

In the faint smoke, the one-armed old man suddenly felt a little sleepy, not knowing why.

He waited for a while, nothing happened, so he took a futon and sat down on the spot and waited.

Waiting and waiting, the old man fell asleep without knowing it.

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“!”

The old man in his sleep suddenly woke up with cold sweat on his head.

He dreamed that a man who could not see his face came to compare his sword with him in his dream. In the dream, his body was intact, so he held the sword and fought the man who could not see his face for several rounds. The swordsmanship reached the sky, beyond the old man’s imagination. The old man was hung up and beaten by him. When the last sword was about to pierce his throat, the old man woke up in shock.

He clenched his fist subconsciously, and then realized something was wrong.

Not only the left arm, but also feel like my right arm.

The remnants of dreams?

The old man turned his head in some doubt and looked to the right, where his right arm was intact and as clean as new.

He tried to squeeze his fists in a dazed manner, and then squeezed his face severely. The pain on his face made him ecstatic.

“This is real!”

He shouted subconsciously, then covered his mouth again and looked around.

He hasn’t forgotten that he is still in Qingshui Village now, and he intruded illegally in the dark.

Look at the light outside the window. It seems that it is early morning. If he moves faster, he may be able to sneak out of the village before the first group of people in the village wake up.

The old man respectfully bowed in the direction from which the sword energy came from outside the window, then pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and walked out.

“Are you leaving now?”

Suddenly someone shouted.

The one-armed old man raised his head and found that the white-haired man who practiced the sword that day, and the genius prodigy who beat him with a bamboo sword, were standing outside the ancestral hall, looking at him in his spare time.

“So you are in the same group.”

The old man smiled bitterly.

“Yes.”

Bai Li shrugged.

“We are in the same group.”

“Anyway, I must thank you.”

The old man bowed to the two.

“No matter what your purpose is, but you healed my sword holding hand, this is the most important thing for me, thank you, this kindness, as long as it is within my power in the future, I will repay it. .”

“That’s right, we don’t have many requirements.”

Bai Qiuran smiled at the one-armed old man:

“You stay here now, we invite you to have breakfast, and then you listen to us tell you the story of Tianzun Zhuji.”