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Six hundred and seventieth chapters enjoy(3/3)

"Then I will give you an extra magical power, use the method of enchanting corpses, practice the art of color refining, and then help you secretly build a romantic tent, so that you have a slight chance of winning. The blame is that the boy is too determined and his mood is too weird."

Regardless of the material of Yanshi's natal item, or the final refined form, whether it is a red gauze tent, a Babu bed, or an embroidered handkerchief, it is always called the Fengliu Tent, and is also known as the Wenwen Township.

This alien demon randomly took over the heart of a seven-tailed fox demon, started to draw, and suddenly laughed.

As a cultivator, my fate is up to me?

Do you think too highly of yourself?

After fighting with a Yuanying monk who was not a sword cultivator, Chen Pingan, covered in blood, lay on the ground, gasping for air.

Nuxin threw him a porcelain vase, and then she got busy on the side and said: "Haste makes waste, it is right to start with the golden elixir first."

Chen Ping'an said: "I have to find a place to stay here, the kind where I can meditate and cultivate."

Nian Xin said: "Then we have to find the demon that transforms from the outside. He is good at turning the imaginary into reality."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Since I can't hide, I won't hide."

Nuxin continued to clean up the mess and said: "We will start work soon. Let me tell you a little bit about sewing skills, so that you can be mentally prepared so as not to act hastily and suffer unnecessary hardships."

Chen Pingan immediately sat up.

Nuxin said: "The task at hand is to carve the eyes first. But it doesn't sound very pleasant, so let me tell you something lighter first."

Chen Pingan smiled bitterly and could only nod.

Nian Xin slowly said: "According to the rules of the sewing people, the world of the human body is divided into three meridians: mountain, water and qi. The muscles and bones are the mountains, the blood is the water meridian, and the spiritual energy integrated into the soul is the qi meridians."

Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "Senior Nian Xin, please explain it in detail. The more trivial and detailed the better."

You can support each other with what your predecessor Li Er said, which will be of great benefit to martial arts.

The details of the human body and the numerous passes are like a vast geographical map.

Nian Xin recounted the details with a lot of words. Then he raised his hand and spread his palm. The skin grew very fast, and soon it became like a normal person. "For example, the five fingers are mountains, and the lines on the palm are water, winding and crisscrossing.

This is the pattern of mountains and rivers blending together. If you just look at the palm lines, you can think that the world is in one palm. Following its veins, the internal organs are clearly visible. Otherwise, how can a Taoist have the magical power to view mountains and rivers?

Coming?"

Before Chen Ping'an could ask in detail about the secret of the magical power that controls mountains and rivers, which was a magical skill that he had been thinking about for a long time, Nian Xin changed the topic. She had already raised her palms and spread her fingers, "You can sew clothes for the Five Sacred Mountains."

Shape diagrams can also be used to draw Five Thunder Zhengfa cloud seals, and can also be used to paste yellow edicts and refine the Five Elements. You can also write Shen Gao Qing Ci. With only five fingers, I am good at six types. According to legend, we

The founder of the sewing industry, he was extremely talented and had no successor. He used the method of stacking formations to melt several secret techniques into one furnace. He could turn his hands to form clouds and turn his hands to form rain. His magical powers were not inferior to those of the ancient Feng Boyu masters. Once upon a time,

Yu Feng goes to Longhu Mountain and uses the Five Thunder Method to make the sky darken and the earth darken with just one palm."

Chen Ping'an said tentatively: "I once saw an allusion in a literary manuscript, saying that someone had hundreds of lines of poetry by a great poet tattooed on his body. Is it a hidden sewing skill?"

Nuxin was silent for a moment and said, "My brain is sick."

Chen Ping'an could only nod in agreement: "Indeed. That's what I felt at the time."

Nie Xin continued to elaborate on the various secret techniques of sewing people.

Chen Ping'an took out the sword-raising gourd but did not drink any alcohol.

Nuxin asked casually: "Why do men like to drink so much? Especially for those who are religious, drinking is such a waste."

"In the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is not as good as ours in the world. Even if you break through, you may not be able to live long. There are a few earthly immortal sword cultivators who will squat on the roadside, drinking wine and eating pickles."

There will never be such a scene again in heaven and earth.

Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, thought of her in his heart, and smiled: "A woman is just wine, there is no need to drink it."

Chen Ping'an fell back and forgot who said it. When a boy likes a girl, he drinks glutinous rice wine. The taste of the wine is not strong, but it can be intoxicating when he drinks it for the first time. When he grows up, when a man likes a girl, he drinks soju.

If you are not careful, you will burn your liver and intestines. As he got older, he missed his woman. It was winter, so he warmed a pot of rice wine.

Nian Xin turned around and looked around, jokingly saying: "Don't say such words to women in the future."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Then I will change it later."

Except for Ning Yao, no one has anything to say.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, knowing that he was in a hurry about sewing clothes in prison, but he would eventually want to leave as soon as possible.

At this moment, the transformed demon was looking at a demon monk from the lower fifth realm.

As for the Great Wall of Sword Qi, a battle is about to begin.

The bright sun shines on the city.

The old Taoist gently patted the sea of ​​clouds under his seat, which looked like the largest futon in the world, with one hand, and waved to the hanging sun with the other hand, "I am a poor Taoist who has not yet filled up his merits, but his pocket is also shy. I am really a poor Taoist, so I have no choice but to borrow some light."

The vast sea of ​​clouds first dispersed and then condensed into golden gods. The old Taoist waved his sleeves and landed on the battlefield.

Above the line, the huge demon clan showed its true form and collided with the golden god.

The monk in cassock shook his shoulders and shook off the lion worms that were refined into Buddhist scriptures.

The Confucian saint is sitting upright and the sun is just right, which is suitable for drying books.

The title of the book has a natal character, and the original meaning is also centered around that natal character.

There are countless siege monster clans in the wild world.

On this day, Chen Pingan was sitting cross-legged outside a cage.

Nian Xin put his hands behind his back and stared into Chen Ping'an's eyes.

Her Yin God is carefully carving out one of the young man's eyes with an embroidery needle.

It had lasted for a cup of tea, so tiny blood beads condensed and flowed out of the eyes.

Nuxin observed the young man's state of mind and said casually: "If you can't survive this level, I advise you to give up sewing later. Don't close your eyes. If you move your eyes even the slightest, all your efforts will be in vain. You will have to weigh the consequences yourself."

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As long as you can survive it, sewing people have their own mysterious ways to recover from their injuries.

After a while, Tuxin was a little surprised and said: "Yes, it seems that two things can be done at the same time. The eyeballs are painted with the thickest yellow and green, and the needle is slowly drawn out. The seal carving is mainly Yunzhuan, and the inscription is the shallowest.

But then your back will not be so easy. The main method of cutting is to use the punching method. Nine stacks of seals, bird and insect seals and hanging dew seals must be engraved on the joints of your spine.

These are all techniques of stripping clothes, and more importantly, the techniques of dressing. It's too early. If you think you can't handle it today, or think you can wait a little longer, speak up now and make it clear to me."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

Nuxin came behind Chen Ping'an, made a knife with both hands, and cut the green shirt and skin apart. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, moving very slowly, and pulled out a little of the entire spine.

The woman bent her fingers, tapped lightly, listened attentively, and said regretfully: "You misunderstood me, there are so many hidden dangers from small injuries? Why don't they show up at all?"

Twisting the spine, he casually put the spine back into its original position. His tone seemed to be complaining, "Don't apply the medicine yet. Get used to the pain as soon as possible. Can't you bear it? Just bear with it."

Chen Ping'an just couldn't speak, and he had to keep his state of mind as dry as ashes and his soul in a "stagnant state", otherwise he would like to tear off this bitch's head.

In the prison, a building with a round sky and a square square appeared out of thin air a few days ago, with no cover except for four pillars.

It is small and similar to the pavilions that can be seen everywhere on the road in the world, but it is not exactly the same.

Chen Pingan walked slowly barefoot.

Being in it, you have a broad view, although you can't actually see much.

The white-haired boy of Erqing Snake hung outside the building and asked, "What's going on with you?"

Chen Pingan kept walking and asked: "What do you mean?"

The white-haired boy said angrily: "How can any cultivator have such a fragile state of mind, like a battlefield?! This makes me run into obstacles everywhere..."

Chen Pingan slowly punched and said with a smile: "In the bright, there are kings' laws, and in the dark, there are ghosts and gods. Even the bright is muddy, but conscience is still in the heart. The sky and the earth are bright, the sun and the moon are bright, why is it strange?"
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