Wen Leyang couldn’t believe his eyes widened. "Didn’t he know the wrong fist in ten months?"

The fourth master nodded. "In decades, this ancestor has been practicing the wrong fist, and every movement of eating, sleeping, shitting and tickling has been integrated into the wrong fist. By the time he comes out, he has forgotten how to walk, shake hands and never punch the wrong fist!"
Wen La melted the wrong fist into her body for decades, then laughed. The gibberish in her mouth was gibberish that others couldn’t understand. Finally, she roared, "Don’t try to fix the sky?" Immediately, my body was reminded of the exploding beans, and I broke my meridians inch by inch!
At ordinary times, the Wen family’s poison is accumulated and melted into the meridians. At this moment, the warm and spicy meridians are broken and the poison immediately burns his insides.
The warm and spicy body is shaking strangely, and it seems that I still want to raise my hand and throw a set of wrong punches, but I finally sighed and fell to the ground with my eyes open.
Wenla’s generation is ups and downs, while Wensi’s master’s tone is dull and almost cold. The contrast makes the whole big room ripple with strange breath.
Wen Si master left a glance at Wen Leyang, who was a little tired with the classics in his hand and waved his hand. "Take a look at the notes and forget it." Then he turned his head and closed his eyes.
Chapter 9 Madman
Wen Leyang walked out of the big house with some absences. Xiao Yi skipped over and took a bite of the carrot in his hand. "What did Grandpa say?"
Wen Leyang shook his head and probably told the story of this warm and spicy man once, and then he took the notes of his ancestors and studied them carefully. Before that, he was mechanically reciting his opinions without reading them carefully, let alone pondering over the words.
Xiao Yi is also full of curiosity about this strange ancestor, and his little head is still full of flowers and fragrance, reading his notes carefully with him.
In the next ten days, apart from eating and sleeping, Wen Leyang just read warm and spicy notes. The notes are just thin and small, and they are written with a brush, and there are not many words added together. Wen Leyang spent the first half of the year bowing his head and remembering, and he has formed a habit of unconsciously memorizing this foundation.
I don’t know how many times after reading it, Wen Leyang finally breathed a sigh of relief, carefully closed his notes and looked at Xiao Yi with a smile, revealing a clean and tidy tooth.
My little girl stretched herself hard and curled her lips. "I have been white for so long! This ancestor is much better than you. His old man’s house was famous when he was your age. "
Wen Leyang laughed and cried, "How dare I and my ancestors pass the ten-year exam when I was thirteen? I almost didn’t take the junior high school exam when I was thirteen."
Wen Xiaoyi giggled.
Wenleyang followed and smiled for a while. "In my opinion, Wenspicy ancestors didn’t intend to close when they just came home, but later they changed their minds. He was talented and arrogant, and he didn’t want to realize a heavenly road from Wenjia’s poison work like his predecessors."
Wen Leyang understands this warm and spicy mood very well, not that he is overreaching, but that the topic of cultivating heaven is too attractive for young people, especially for young people like Wen Spicy, who have become famous at a young age. It seems that the martial arts achievement method on earth has lost its appeal to him, and Wen Jia has left a background of cultivating heaven from his ancestors. It would be strange if Wen Spicy didn’t want to make a higher breakthrough.
Don’t say it’s warm and spicy. Even Wenleyang has this idea in his heart.
My little girl shrugged her shoulders. "It’s not that easy." Wen, Miao and Luo all tried their best to live in heaven, but none of them succeeded in so many years.
Wenleyang smiled and shook his head. "Let’s fix ourselves to death." Then he felt that it was disrespectful to his ancestors to say so, and he quickly reached out and folded his hands and worshipped God.
Xiao Yi followed suit and recited two sentences of ancestors’ blame. It was only then that he continued, "It’s a pity that his old man’s house realized that the achievement method is too … too scary. It is necessary to break the meridians first, and then make the wrong fist to reunite the scattered toxins and forge the poison veins again. If the meridians are broken, it will be a waste, and the virulence accumulated in them will also be scattered into the body."
I’ve poked around and crawled out of Wenleyang’s mind, watching the two teenagers wander around and drill back.
Wenleyang nodded. "It took him decades to turn the wrong fist into what he could think, that is, to make a wrong fist in such a place before the toxic explosion after breaking the meridians, so as to resolve the so-called forged toxic veins. In fact, the so-called forging toxic veins is to directly refine the toxic veins into the skin of the blood. His old man thinks this is unreasonable. The meridians are a buffer in which the toxic force accumulates, and the wielding power is ultimately limited. If the toxic drugs are directly refined into the body, it will be truly refined into the body …"
With that, Wen Leyang hesitated for a moment as if he finally gritted his teeth and uttered four words "sanctified!"
Xiao Yi looked at Wenleyang wait for a while and waved his little hand in front of his eyes. "Hey, hey, don’t be possessed. I’ve seen a lot of people saying that those who cultivate Tianshi should first build a foundation, arouse the body, and practice is vitality and mind."
Wen Leyang has a general foundation, but some people are really stupid. It is impossible to pass the ten-year exam and follow two stupid uncles to calculate arithmetic. Although this note is not detailed, Wen Leyang also speculated on his original ideas after a while.
Wen Leyang just came to his senses and laughed. "We can’t practice poison and build a foundation like this. That’s where we die. Only the warm and spicy ancestors will find another way. Those Taoist priests pay attention to the outside, and his old man’s house will come from the outside. If he can really break the meridians and poison the body, he will be able to reunite the poisonous poison with a wrong fist. I’m afraid he can really be sanctified!"
Wen Xiaoyi saw that he was getting more and more serious, for fear that he would follow this suicide maneuver to shake his head and seriously say, "There are too many contradictions. Once the Wen family’s meridians are broken, the poison will immediately spread into the roots of the body, and it will be a good punch to gather the poison; After the meridians are broken, the body has no strength to become a basket case. I can’t even pick up chopsticks, let alone punch the wrong fist. Even the warm and spicy way of connecting the wrong fist into a body that can react still can’t catch up with the poisonous corrosion. "The little girl looked at Wen Leyang holding the warm and spicy" Endless "and seemed eager to call her ancestors no longer polite.
Wenleyang nodded for a moment as if he saw hope again. "If there are not many toxins accumulated in the meridians like me, even if the meridians are broken and highly toxic, the horse will not poison me. If you can practice wrong boxing, you should come to the drama …"
Before the words were finished, suddenly a cold sound squeezed into the depths of his eardrum, and the fourth master came behind him with his hand behind his back. "It’s an idiotic dream that you can’t feel the meridians now, let alone break them yourself; When you find a poison prescription that suits you, you can cut off the meridians by yourself, and the accumulation of poison in the meridians is enough to turn you into a rotten meat with a snap of your fingers. If it is an external force, I will smash your meridians with one hand, and your insides will be smashed to pieces. The warm and spicy ancestor is not allowed to stay after the martial arts. "
"I’m dead" seems to be a little difficult for the fourth master to climb to Wenleyang’s shoulder and shout at the old man, scaring Wenleyang to quickly hold it in his hand.
At this time, there was a light ride in the red leaf forest, but there were some chaotic steps. Dozens of Han people walked into the forest in a hurry with a solemn face. Every two people carried a cane and woven a stretcher covered with thick black cloth from head to toe. It was a wretched middle-aged man who looked thin and dry. How to look like a weasel and put it on the train is definitely the key target of the anti-theft police.
Wen Leyang has lived in the forest for half a year and almost never saw anyone come in. After a moment of silence, he lowered his voice and asked Xiao Yi, "Is it a dead man?"
WenXiaoYi also knew that something had happened, and he was pale and hid behind WenLeyang and replied in a low voice, "They left the forest a month before you came …"
Wen Si’s master’s face was still expressionless, and he stretched out his hand at the group of people and pointed to his big house.
The wretched man waved at the person behind him and "carried in!"
Bang, a door closes …
Half an hour later, the black wooden door creaked again and came from the room to "Wenleyang come in"
Wenleyanggen didn’t go far. When he heard the greeting, he quickly promised to run into the big room. As soon as he crossed the threshold, a sticky stench wrapped him up and drilled into his body from 36 thousand pores in his nose, ears and eyes.