The day is short and the night is long. The winter night falls soon. After dinner, Zhuang Xiaoya went back to her room to rest. Yan Ning sat alone next to the bamboo forest in the yard. He looked at the food outside the northern room, sighed slightly, and then he had nothing in his heart and began to meditate and enter into meditation.

After arriving at Longhu Mountain, Yan Ning saw a wider sky, which inspired his unyielding heart.

Only by having a stronger heart can you have enough confidence to face the future.

The evil thought in Yan Ning's soul has gradually been absorbed by his blood vessels with Yan Ning's efforts over the past few days. Tonight is the time to completely digest the evil thoughts.

The soul that helped Yan Ning seal evil thoughts never spoke again since then, but Yan Ning knew that he must still be in his body.

The seal was as thin as a piece of paper. On one side was Yan Ning's soul and on the other side were rioting evil thoughts. Yan Ning emptyed his body and mind, and his mind turned into a sharp sword. After sucking in a mouthful of air, he cut the seal hard!

boom!

It seemed as if a dam that had been accumulated for many years suddenly opened a hole. Evil thoughts rushed out of the gap like a flood, raging in Yan Ning's body, and rushing around his meridians!

"hiss!"

Yan Ning, whose eyes were closed, took a breath of air. His skin turned red in an instant, and his orifices could not stop bleeding out, because the riotous evil thought instantly tore Yan Ning's meridians, but it was restored in the blink of an eye. After this repeated, only Yan Ning knew the pain.

Yan Ning's nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and hissing sounds made by hissing sounds. The evil thoughts were frantically tempering his meridians and strengthening his body!

Yes, Yan Ning opened his eyes, and his blood-stained eyes were wide open. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and Ming Po, who was placed beside him, flew into his hand. He slapped the ground hard, smashed the bluestone slab and soared into the air!

"ah--"

A burst of angry shout erupted from Yan Ning's mouth. The Mingpo Knife shone with a faint blue light in his hand. A terrifying ghost passed by the yard, and Yan Ning slowly landed on the ground.

The west room in front of Yan Ning turned into shattered with the sounds.

"It's so dangerous." Yan Ning inserted the Ming Breaking Sword into the ground, reached out to wipe away a trace of sweat from his head, and looked at the house in front of him that turned into ruins, but there was no look of heartache on his face.

The evil thoughts were too fierce just now, and Yan Ning was a little uncontrollable for a moment. In desperation, he could only use the Mingpo Sword to derive the power, so the scene in front of him was born.

Zhuang Xiaoya and Miao Dabao, who came from hearing the sound, suddenly pushed open the door. When they saw the west room that had turned into ruins, they couldn't help but be surprised: "What happened?"

Yan Ning turned around and smiled: "Nothing big is going to happen."

"I'll go!"

At this time, a sound came from outside the yard. The two of them turned to see that it was Hu Daoming who was back.

His body seemed to be stuck in the courtyard gate, with one hand placed beside his mouth, and a fallen wine gourd under his feet. His expression was dull, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Uh, Brother Meng is back?" Yan Ning smiled awkwardly.

"My mother!" Hu Daoming suddenly rushed forward, grabbed Yan Ning's collar, and shook wildly: "The two bottles of daughter Hong that Nanfeng gave me yesterday were still inside! I couldn't bear to drink a gulp, and now I'm offering all to the Land Master, who is already offering to him!"

Yan Ning's face was stiff: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, at worst, I can just pay you a penalty!"

Hu Daoming let go and said with a ugly expression: "Absolute compensation? Do you tell me how to compensate? That daughter Hong Nanfeng is just that little. If he hadn't lost gambling yesterday, he would have been reluctant to give it to me!"

Yan Ning and the other two heard this and were speechless. It turned out that Hu Daoming had not returned overnight and was all gambling with Zhang Daofeng.

I don’t know if Monk Kongyu had participated. The two of them could not imagine Monk Kongyu and they were both scumbags drinking and eating meat and gambling.

Yan Ning was really a little sad about destroying Hu Daoming's fine wine. He thought for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and he whispered: "Brother Meng, I heard that there is a treasure pavilion in Longhu Mountain. Are you interested?"

When Hu Daoming heard this, he immediately became quiet. He looked around and nodded slightly: "Why, are you interested too?"

"Hehehe, the heroes see each other!" Yan Ning said with a wicked smile.

"I heard that there is a Maotai treasured by Taoist Nanfeng in Zhenbao Pavilion that has been treasured for a hundred years... Well, do you have any ideas?" Hu Daoming asked thoughtfully, touching his beard.

Zhuang Xiaoya couldn't stand the vulgar two people, so she carried Miao Dabao back and closed the door.

Yan Ning smiled and said, "I'm worried that no one will cooperate. Why not do this? You drag Zhang Yuanming at the door, I'll go in and take a fish, and help you bring a bottle of Moutai out?"

As a ghost doctor, Yan Ning has a great medical skills, but he has suffered from the lack of medicinal materials. He thought that there must be many magical pills in the Treasure Pavilion. If Yan Ning could go in and walk around, Yan Ning would never dare to think about the benefits.

"Is Zhang Yuanming?" Hu Daoming thought for a while, then slapped his thighs suddenly: "It's settled like this. I've long seen that the old man is unhappy and want to beat him up. When will we do it?"

Yan Ning wiped a cold sweat and said, "Don't rush for a moment, at least wait until the spiritual beast reward is over?"

"Okay!" Hu Daoming was very pleased, "Then I'll wait for good news!"

"It's absolutely!" Yan Ning also smiled.

Hu Daoming thought for a while and said, "What kind of Taoist art did you use just now to make my house look like this?"

Yan Ning hesitated for a moment and told Hu Daoming the truth. After hearing this, Hu Daoming nodded thoughtfully: "If we say that we can deal with this violent aura, the Tai Chi in Wudang Mountain is the best way to deal with it."

Yan Ning's eyes lit up: "Brother Meng, teach me both ways?"

"You guy thinks beautifully!" Hu Daoming waited for him, "You think my Tai Chi in Wudang Mountain is a street stall product, and you can teach your wallet for two cents? Want to learn it? There is no way!"

Yan Ning was immediately discouraged, but then he said, "Two bottles of Moutai?"

"make a deal!"

Hu Daoming's cheerfulness made Yan Ning not react for a while. He was stunned for five seconds before he asked in disbelief: "Really?"

"I will only call it once. Whether you learn it or not depends on your own luck."

After Hu Daoming finished speaking, he didn't even remind Yan Ning. He took two steps back and started to practice Tai Chi on his own. Yan Ning quickly opened his eyes wide and remembered every move with his heart.

Although Hu Daoming is careless, he is extremely delicate when punching. Yan Ning can see the situation when his daughter is embroidered from his fist, and it also seems like a dripping water into the lake. Every time he swings his fist, he can attract an invisible wind. The green bamboo in the yard swings with Hu Daoming's fist.
Chapter completed!