Chapter 311 Meridians
What should I do if I become possessed?
Waiting online, pretty urgent.
After all, he was a supreme martial artist, so Fang Xian did not wait for death like Luo Yi, but quickly thought of a solution.
"In fact, when one's Qi has gone astray, one must not rush to correct the disorder. Otherwise, the more anxious one is, the more likely one is to go astray and die..."
"Luo Yi was already dead just now, but it was the perfect response. Let it go... but outsiders can't learn it... Until now, the runaway true energy has barely returned to normal, but the meridians are in a mess, and the limbs are paralyzed..."
"The 'meridians' of this world are actually a kind of extraordinary network created in the body using true qi... So it's not about opening up a few meridians, but about 'making' a few meridians... 'Making' a regular meridian is considered the entry level for martial artists, and there are twelve levels in total, corresponding to the twelve regular meridians! After breaking through, you become a martial artist! A martial artist cultivates the eight extraordinary meridians, and there are eight levels! When you successfully forge the most difficult 'casting' Ren and Du meridians, you become a congenital martial artist!"
Martial student level 12, warrior level 8, innate martial artist! This is the extraordinary way to advancement in this world!
"In this world, except for babies, most people are martial artists, but martial artists are rare. Innate martial artists are even rarer, and they are qualified to teach and become teachers!"
"Luo Yi had already successfully forged the Twelve Meridians and reached the Perfect Martial Arts level. He had a good chance of being admitted to a top martial arts university and was a top student at Tianhua High School... But he was eager to break through to the Martial Arts level and took the risk of forging the Yang Qiao Meridian among the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Something went wrong and not only was he ruined, but the original Twelve Meridians were also a mess... It would be a joke to have to sort it out again."
"For now, we can't keep this crude internal energy and meridians!"
Looking inside his messy meridians, Fang Xian quickly made a decision.
Different exercises will cast different twelve meridians.
Some martial arts emphasize foundation the most, and the meridians built up are like the road to heaven, but Luo Yi practiced the basic internal skills learned in school, and the meridians he built up were weak, and when he circulated his internal energy, it was like the difference between a country dirt road and a highway.
"In fact...if Luo Yi could practice superior internal skills and build a strong enough Twelve Meridians, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state even if he went astray this time!"
"Instead of slowly sorting it out, it's better to start over!"
If it were someone else, they would need the help of a master to disperse the power, and the person doing the work must have high enough skills and be careful enough to only destroy the power meridians without hurting the body.
But Fang Xian doesn’t need anyone else to help him waste his energy, he can do it himself!
Because apart from that little bit of superficial internal strength, he also has magic and calamity power!
Coupled with the vision and knowledge of a martial arts master, he can easily destroy someone's skills without damaging his body.
With a thought, the calamity power of the fourth-level alchemist surged and rushed into the "Twelve Meridians" network in Luo Yi's body.
The network was already riddled with holes, and was instantly destroyed by the ferocious force of the robbery.
puff!
Fang Xian opened his mouth and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood clots were purple and black, with patches on them, and emitted a foul odor.
After vomiting, the numbness and soreness in his limbs disappeared immediately. He stood up and shook his thighs and arms, feeling refreshed and no longer in danger of going astray.
"After all, my meridians and internal energy are gone, so how can I go crazy?"
"The martial arts of this world are much more powerful than those of the ancient martial arts world... Can you forge a set of eight extraordinary meridians by yourself... and thus transcend the limits of the human body and embark on the path of transcendence?"
"My body is in such a bad state now. I have gone from being a martial artist at the twelfth level to being just an ordinary person... My martial arts skills have been abolished, which is no less than a life-and-death feud in society. And... Luo Yi's college entrance exam is going to fail..."
Of course, even though his martial arts were gone, Fang Xian was still a fourth-level alchemist.
The power of self-preservation has never been lacking, and it has even become stronger.
He came to the lake and looked at his reflection.
An ordinary-looking boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and jeans, looking very clean and refreshing, with a youthful vitality.
It was still early morning.
When Fang Xian walked out of the secluded forest, he saw a few old men and women doing morning exercises.
An old man in white training clothes had two streams of white air coming out of his nose like spirit snakes, obviously he had cultivated a powerful internal skill.
Next to her, an old lady who seemed to be here to dance square dance, somersaulted onto a tall tree branch and ran and flashed on it as if she were walking on flat ground, her lightness skills were quite impressive.
More often than not, parents take their children to practice basic skills such as horse stance and boxing.
"Listen carefully, if you don't practice martial arts when you are young, you will be a country bumpkin when you are old! Without a strong enough body and deep enough true qi, how can you drive a mecha? In the future, your classmates will become high-ranking mecha masters who can fly into the sky and travel the universe, and you can only eat dirt on the ground! I don't know how much you will regret it then!"
"Sweat more now, bleed less in the future, punch me a hundred times!"
A man who looked like a fitness coach, with a ruddy face, shouted with full energy.
"yes!"
A group of primary school students answered loudly, and their walking was surprisingly methodical.
Fang Xian could see that they all had opened up at least one meridian, reaching the level of entry-level martial artists.
"Well... if an ordinary person from the ancient martial arts world came here, he might be knocked down by the elementary school student. I wonder if he would commit suicide out of shame?"
He put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and walked out of the park.
"Selling buns! Freshly made buns!"
"Shaobing, fried dough sticks, soy milk..."
There are many breakfast shops at the entrance of the park, offering a variety of dishes.
According to the original owner's memory, Fang Xian walked to a dim sum shop that obviously had more customers than other stalls and queued up patiently.
After entering the store, you can see tall steamers piled up like a small hill, but there are no stoves, gas or other kitchen utensils underneath.
An old man with white hair and beard and wearing white training clothes raised his hands and took a deep breath.
boom!
A wave of heat erupted from the dim sum steamer.
"Master Qin's 'Three Yang Qigong' is really getting more profound... " The onlookers couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "This Qigong, the three flavors of Lao Yang, Zhong Yang and Shao Yang, are well-tempered, steaming the dim sum from the inside out, locking in the essence and fragrance, it is really delicious."
"Haha, thank you all for your kindness."
Old Qin bowed to everyone around him and went to the kitchen to rest. Then a waiter came out to sell steamed dim sum.
"Give me a portion of siomai! Take it away!"
When it was Fang Xian's turn , he swiped the communication bracelet on his wrist on the counter and heard the sound of payment being deducted.
He picked up the steamed bun, took a bite, and immediately felt a familiar yet unfamiliar fragrance surging out and filling his mouth. It was as if his body had automatic memory. His taste buds couldn't wait to secrete saliva and he began to gobble it up.
After finishing eating, Fang Xian walked to the door of Luo Yi's house.
A middle-aged man who was neither tall nor fat, nor short nor thin, was taking out the trash. When he saw Fang Xian, he couldn't help but laugh and scolded, "Little bastard, eating out again!"
Fang Xian recognized him; this was Luo Yi’s father, whose name was Luo Cheng.
He looked at the middle-aged man and wanted to ask, are you sure our names are not reversed?
"What are you looking at?" Luo Cheng asked again when he saw Fang Xian's strange look.
"Nothing!"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes. Can I say that I have a lot of complaints in my heart but don’t know how to vent them?
