At least he is buried in peace.

It's just a twist of fate that due to some things, it ended up in the hands of old man Xiang.

As time passed, Tu Shanjun's brows became a little more anxious.

The green-faced ghost face added a bit of ferocity, and the loose red hair trembled slightly, like an angry lion.

Stop rushing and use patience!

Tu Shanjun thought of what Li Qingfeng often said.

Wu Zi boxing.

The demon ape roared in three postures, causing the evil ghosts in the flag to flee and hide far away.

Old man Xiang woke up from his dream again.

It’s already the fourth watch, not far from the alternation of yin and yang in the morning.

There is not so much emphasis on it, just recite the Ming Ling Kung in a low voice with your five hearts raised to the sky.

Although the exercise formulas are unfamiliar and difficult to understand, if you keep reciting them at a certain frequency, the pronunciation in your mouth will start to vibrate along with your bones.

The muscles and bones roar together.

The body is coordinated and mobilized.

The formulas of the exercises clearly have an unknown charm and can directly guide people's body to perform the exercises.

This is the miraculous part of practicing Qigong.

But Old Man Xiang did not experience the sense of Qi mentioned in the chapter on the exercises.

When I was practicing Tiger Roar Jin in my early years, the scriptures were complicated and had no sense of rhyme. Instead, I realized the sense of Qi in the process of overcoming my strength, cultivated the inner Qi, stepped into the realm of skin movement, and also entered the threshold of a third-rate master in the world.

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It is clear that the skills in his hands are miraculous, but he still has no sense of the so-called magic power.

Since it is an immortal technique, it will definitely not be that simple.

The old man thought so.

So I stopped thinking about it and sent my inner energy to the magic weapon, the small flag.

If you have this time, it's better to get two more black beads.

As the sun rises, the light shines through the window.

It looks like there should be time.

It's time to go to work again.

The job of a jailer is boring, but fortunately, prisoners die every day. There are countless prisoners in Nuoda's prisons.

Old man Xiang used the magic weapon in his hand to pick up living souls to replenish.

Everything is business as usual.

In the evening, I got off work and went straight to the old man's house.

The second yin-yang exchange of the day cannot be missed.

Still no sense of anger.

Old Man Xiang did not feel disappointed.

"Dong dong."

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Xiang Xiang opened his eyes and landed lightly.

In two breaths, he had already arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

Look out through the crack in the door.

The person standing outside the door is none other than Shizhu

Crunch.

The door opened and the old man looked at the stone pillar with some confusion.

"Boss, I happened to be on duty and came over to see you." Shi Zhu smiled, lifting the wine bottle and half a cage of wine and food in his hand, smelling the smell of meat.

Shi Zhu was about to squeeze through the door when he moved forward towards the old man's feet and pressed against the door panel, blocking Shi Zhu's way.

Although it was not a closed door, there was no intention of inviting him in.

He shook his head at the old man and looked calmly: "Just go back."

The voice was calm and filled with emotion.

"Boss, if you have something to tell your brother, you can carry it as far as you can." Shi Zhu did not leave, but became more anxious.

The old man looked sadly, and finally let go of his tense body: "That's it."

"come in."

As he said that, he let go of his feet that were against the door panel.

Shi Zhu didn't think it was a big deal until he walked into the inner hall and was stunned. The wine pot and food cage in his hand clattered to the ground.

Lips trembling.

"How...how could it be like this!"
Chapter completed!