Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

After all, no matter how similar the two places are, there are still many differences, so the techniques developed on the basis of Chi Kiss are also different.

The Miao people tend to cultivate insects and corpses to bring life to their witches, while the Nanyang people tend to use witches who make fuss about microorganisms.

But in any case, one day, according to the semi-mythical and semi-historical records of these Miao people, a giant beast that "looked like a buffalo and cracked the hills" attacked Chiki, dragged it away and disappeared.

Without the Chi Kiss, not only did the local priests and Gu women lose their jobs, but it was also difficult to carry out various production activities that relied on this giant beast in the past.

However, with the perseverance and perseverance of the local Miao people, they finally survived the most difficult initial stage and adapted to a new life without Chiki.

But there are always some people who can't forget this giant beast.

Gradually, after the new life stabilized, people from the priest family who had close contact with the giant beast Chiki continued to go out to search for it. Many of them actually relied on the claws and claws left in the past and followed various connections. He pursued it all the way to the land of Nanyang.

But one is a stranger in a foreign land. After traveling across the ocean, Chiki has long been hidden by the local ruling class in Malaysia. It is difficult to survive in this unfamiliar place.

After all, Malaysia is not a developed region.

In addition, because their goal is to pursue Chi Kiss, they will inevitably have to deal with witches and voodoos, which makes them even more feared and rejected by others.

As time passed, many people gradually became dark in the local area, and their bloodlines were scattered. It was just the next generation, and the next generation after that forgot why their ancestors came to this foreign country.

It became Yang Miaomiao and those who were captured and sacrificed.

And when some people go out, naturally some people stay, and the majority of people stay.

It’s still the same four words, but times have changed.

In modern society, most of the descendants of the priest clan have forgotten their origins, and only a few people still remember a few words.

But even this amulet-wearing tour guide only knew that this cave was extremely cold and a good place to scare tourists.

Little did he know that it was just the "small dried fish" deep in the cave that unconsciously extracted the vitality of the surroundings, and he was carrying an amulet from the same source, so he could naturally avoid this effect.

Speaking of dried small fish, Chen Ze could only sigh once again at the mystery of the law of "life".

I don’t know what these small dried fishes have to do with Chiki. They also contain part of the power of laws. For countless years, organic matter has been gathering in the cave to form this meat-like wrapping.

After sending everyone, including the tour guide, to their respective homes, Chen Ze didn't waste any time. He followed the clues and wandered around Miao Township, and found many similar relics of Chiki.

Until the end, all kinds of strange and weird things piled up into a hill, which made the little white fox drool and keep sticking out its tongue to breathe.

But Chen Ze dug into his storage bag and took out the left arm that had been cut off from Pan Bowen.

With these two facts confirmed, the flesh-and-blood mechanical technology of Xuan Hu Palace is clearly revealed.

This flesh and blood mechanical technology is firstly derived from the power of the bloodline inheritance of Master Xu Jingyang to strengthen the body, and secondly, it is derived from the Mohist's mechanism transformation technique.

The two are like two ends of a balance, and like two main medicines. The third party power that assists in the reconciliation is derived from the innate and powerful vitality of the demon clan.

Xuanhu Palace and the demon clan are also involved.

And it probably involves Ryuko.

According to Maitreya Buddha, today's Xuanhu Palace is no longer the powerful immortals of the past, but has been inherited from generation to generation by the disciples and even servants of the monks who stayed in the world.

The first generation of Xuanhu Palace plundered the world, but the current Xuanhu Palace has a monopoly on extraordinary things, and everything they do is really carved out of the same mold.

However, under the leadership of Chen Ze, various branches of Xuanhu Palace have been uprooted one after another, and even the most mysterious palace master has traces.

The doctor patted his chest and promised that he would find out the old guy's true identity within the year.

Maybe it won't be long before Xuanhu Palace will be completely pulled out of the shadows and appear under the sun.

"Huh?" The little white fox sucked his tongue and harassed Chen Ze tirelessly.

This time, Chen Ze did not refuse. With a wave of his hand, he let the little white fox go out to feast.

After all, it was about to meet its kin, so how could it not eat in a more majestic and domineering manner?

Chen Ze has obtained three of the nine sons of the Dragon. Following the connections between blood relatives of his compatriots, the remaining ones have nowhere to hide.

The north is vast.

It was approaching the twelfth lunar month of winter, and a heavy snowfall fell. The sky was white, the mountains were white, and everything on the earth was covered with a layer of white snow.

Anyone who is in it can't help but feel like they have wandered into a wonderland.

On the snow about a foot deep, two or four rows of footprints of different shades were dotted like dotted lines on a map.

But when the wind blows and the catkin-like snowflakes flutter, this insignificant trace is immediately wiped away, leaving only the two figures at the front of the footprints, one tall and one short, still trudging forward.

Huhhhhhhhh——

The cold wind is like a knife, hitting a person's face as if it is trying to pluck out the muscles, bones, flesh and blood.

"Cover it!" The taller of the two was an old man. He was shouting at the top of his lungs to resist the sound of the wind. He had already stretched out one hand to pull down the felt hat of the little grandson beside him and cover it tightly.

At the right time, another strong gust of wind blew by, and the young man wrapped up beside him like a blind bear staggered, but he still did not fall.

Then the boy's vision went dark, and when he looked up, he saw his grandfather standing in front of him.

"Go back!" The old man's loud shout was mixed with the wind. The young man couldn't hear clearly, but he could understand the old man's intention of blocking in front of him.

The two of them were dressed similarly, with big cotton boots, big cotton trousers, fur coats, gloves and felt hats. They wanted to cover every inch of their skin except for the pair of tricks on their faces.

In the face of low temperatures of tens of degrees below zero, any airflow that penetrates the seams of clothes is like a poisonous steel needle, so poisonous that it hurts the bones.

But the old man, who is more than seventy years old, doesn't feel much. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. He has been on this pilgrimage road for most of his life, and he has to some extent developed some resistance.

But the boy was different. Even though he was young and his brand-new coat was even thicker, he was still trembling under the cold power of nature.

Newborn calves may not be afraid of tigers, but they are certainly afraid of the cold.

But in the face of his grandfather's obstruction, the young man still stubbornly raised his head and looked at each other to show his determination not to back down.

By chance, the strong wind gradually subsided, giving the old man a chance to talk.

"Go back quickly! I told you not to come here but you didn't listen!"

"No reply! I'm going to see Mrs. Hu's wife too!"

"Are you allowed to see Tai Nai whenever you want? What a nonsense! Go back!"

"No return!"

"You can't even resist this little bit of wind and snow. Do you still want to see our wife from the Hu family?"

After saying that, without waiting for the young man to blush and choke back, the old man used his skill in singing duets when he was young to get rid of him.

"Why are you pretending? Your father even drove you to the foot of the mountain and you are already tired!"

"Now you know how to be a hero?"

"What did you do early?"

"If you, a bastard, hadn't knocked down the Hu family's wife's memorial tablet, I would have come up with a bunch of old bones to blow the air. It would be fun!"

"I'm so embarrassed by your grandpa!".

Every time a word came out of the old man's mouth, the young man became shorter.

As soon as the spittle came out of his mouth, it turned to ice and fluttered down like powder. By the end, the boy had already stopped talking, and his head was as dizzy as if it were full of corn kernels.

But the scolding continued, and when he finally saw that his precious grandson's reddened face was the same color as the bean bun stuffing, the old man still stopped talking and walked back with his eldest grandson in his arms.

After all, the eldest grandson was just pretending to be cool, so he didn't take more than two steps after getting out of the car with his father. Now it was easy to turn back. So it didn’t take long for the young man to be stuffed back into the car like a dull gourd.

"Dad!" After settling his rebellious son, the middle-aged man in the driver's seat stuck his head out.

"You come back too!"

"You said you were doing this and that."

"What's your size!" The old man was merciless when he attacked his son. He pressed his cotton hat angrily and pushed his son back into the car window.

When he came, he didn't forget to brush off the snow on the brim of his son's hat, and he didn't hesitate to speak.

"Okay, go back quickly."

"You old man haven't lived enough yet, you don't need to worry about it."

"Dad!" The middle-aged man poked his head out again like a stubborn donkey. One look and he knew who the young man's stubborn temper was.

"Why is the wife of the Hu family protecting the immortals of the family?"

"That's all feudal superstition. I've told you so many times!"

"If you really want to see it, you have to look at the one on the Internet, that one...the resurrection of the giants from West Asia and Malaya!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man was hit hard on the forehead.

"Ouch! Dad!"

"You still know that I am your father!" The old man was really angry this time, and he couldn't stop spraying white mist from his mouth like a steam engine.

"Everyone thinks that they are great if they just go to school, right?"

"Know everything!"

"do not understand anything!"

"Let me tell you, if it hadn't been for the help of the Hu family's wife, your father and your grandfather would have starved to death decades ago!"

"Dad," the middle-aged man said softly, rubbing his forehead.

"You'd better go back with me, it's freezing cold here."

It's a pity that a hot face is pressed against a cold butt, but all I get in exchange is,

"Fuck off!"

The middle-aged man may have forgotten where the stubborn temper in his family came from.

The old man, or Liu Datou, was a famously stubborn old man in the village, and his reputation spread far and wide.

But for such an old man who speaks rudely and is rigid and conservative, if he really meets a fellow villager on the street, the other person will definitely speak respectfully and say hello to the old man.

Without him, the ability is in hand.

Speaking of Liu Datou's abilities, there is really no end to them from this village to that ditch.

To put it simply, there are five great immortals in Northeast China: Hu, Huang, Liu, and Baihui. If an ordinary dance master can hook up with one of them, he can have a good time in all corners of the country.

I don’t dare to say too much. No matter what you do in this business, you have to have some faith. If you brag to the sky, you are always afraid of retribution one day.

But he, Liu Da, has a good head. He has all five major memorial tablets in his family, and he claims to be able to talk to anyone in the five immortals.

Not only does the relationship have a strong relationship, Liu Datou is also different from other "peers".

He invited the gods with his big head, firstly, he did not follow the rules of the disciples; secondly, he did not dance to the great gods or sing lyrics; thirdly, he did not charge for tea, but only asked others to welcome the tablet home, worship it with all his heart, and worship sincerely.

The most important thing is that he asked God to do only one thing, farming.

It does not exorcise evil spirits, does not call out souls, and does not cure diseases. If it is said to pray for blessings and avoid disasters, it only prays for a good harvest.

But just such a thing has stepped on the hearts of the villagers.

People eat for food.

In the past, when the weather was bad, I had to ask Liu Daguan to do some digging. After a few days, he plowed the fields. The soil underneath was black and translucent, loose and breathable, and the corn cobs grown were large and plump, free from pests and diseases.

With this magical skill, no matter how bad-tempered Liu Datou is, others can only pinch their noses and endure it when they see him.

Who makes people capable?

Even in recent years, young men have gone to cities to work, and fewer and fewer people stay at home to farm. Everyone has no worries about food and clothing, and Liu Daguan has not opened a business for a long time.

If you really meet someone, you'd better call out "Liu Banxian" respectfully.

Having said that, Liu Datou angrily pushed his son back into the car, uttered a curse word, turned around, wrapped himself in a leather jacket, and plunged into the wind and snow.

The altitude of the hill is not high, and it looks even flatter after being covered with snow, but it is still vast and boundless compared to Liu Datou, who is walking alone.

The heavy snow covers every corner equally, making it difficult to identify the direction in it. Coupled with the strong wind coming from nowhere, even professional mountaineers will not take it lightly.

But Liu Da's head was obviously just burying his felt hat and rushing along, but like the pointer on a compass, he walked in a straight path without any deviation.

Huhhhhhhhhh——

The wind is still very strong.

People in the city said that this was due to the difference in air pressure caused by the altitude, but Liu Datou disagreed. He stubbornly believed that this was the breath exhaled by the five immortals, and it was a test for everyone who climbed the mountain.

So when his son drove his car and wanted to send him up, he was immediately scolded.

If you don’t even have the sincerity to climb on foot, you still expect the gods to show mercy?

Confused!

While thinking about it, Liu Datou suddenly hesitated in his heart.

Four thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight?

No, it's four thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight.

The 4728th breath, probably more than an hour has passed.

Liu Datou laughed at himself and shook his head, lamenting that he was so old that he couldn't even remember breathing clearly.

Can.

Liu Datou looked around with confusion on his face.

According to past experience, counting to about 4,500 breaths is almost the top.

Even if my count is off this time, I shouldn't not be able to see the top of the mountain, right?

"Old man, have I gone astray?" Liu Dabo muttered. This thought became out of control, and he began to wonder when he had deviated from the right path.

Huhhhhhhhhh——

A strong wind swept in with snowflakes, hitting the felt hat like rain hitting a banana, causing Liu Da's head to buzz, and he quickly raised his hands to protect his head.

But after taking two steps left and right, I didn't understand the direction, but I always felt something was strange.

What's so strange?

Liu Da's head stood blankly on the spot, but his body suddenly jolted.

The feet are shaking!

Liu Da Nao was startled, and finally realized that something was wrong with his feet.

Huhhhhhhhhh——

The wind became stronger and stronger.

The wind is too strong!

Liu Da's head was scratched so hard that he staggered several steps, but the soles of his feet became softer and softer. Why did it feel like he was stepping on a carpet? (End of chapter)