bookcurios Chapter 211 9 Yang Sutra
Chapter 211 9 Yang Sutra
Next, Yan Chixia pretended to have a narrow victory and defeated Xiahou.
Then they found Ning Caichen hiding in the bushes.
Wencai didn't care about Ning Caichen and just chased after Xiahou who was fleeing.
Xiahou came to the stream and wanted to wash his wound to prevent it from getting infected.
But in the stream, I saw a beautiful girl in light clothes, with a pair of long white legs, a charming face with a hint of fragile beauty, bathing in the stream.
The best goddess, the ghost girl Nie Xiaoqian.
Even though he had tasted many goddesses, Wencai still swallowed his saliva when he saw Nie Xiaoqian.
It’s a pity that it’s a ghost, and Wencai has never tasted the taste of a ghost.
He does have a female ghost named Yamato Reiko, who is pretty good looking too.
But when I think about the fact that her prototype is a rotten-faced ghost and a Japanese ghost, I lose interest in her.
Nie Xiaoqian is different.
The goddess who was so talented in literature that even Xiahou could drool over her, made his eyes go wild when he saw her.
Before he knew it, Xiahou walked over as if possessed by a demon and quietly went into the water.
Nie Xiaoqian noticed someone entering the water and ran away with a charming smile.
When Xiahou saw Nie Xiaoqian running away, he quickly chased after her.
A bonfire, two passionate bodies pressed together.
Xiahou's eyes gradually became blurred, and he was unable to extricate himself from desire.
Seeing that the opportunity had come, Nie Xiaoqian secretly rang the silver bell on her foot.
In an instant, a tree root moved underground at an astonishing speed.
The silver bells are ringing, grandma is coming.
Nie Xiaoqian shook herself and disappeared into the shadows of the trees.
The person has disappeared, and Xiahou has not yet woken up from his lust.
Suddenly, a long tongue emerged from the ground.
Immersed in carnal desires, Xiahou was caught off guard and was frightened by the ghost's tongue and screamed.
"what!"
Before he could scream halfway, the ghost tongue took the opportunity to slip into Xiahou's mouth.
"Suck, suck, suck!"
In less than a few seconds, Xiahou's blood and essence were sucked out and he turned into a dried corpse wrapped in bones.
Xiaoqian and Xiahou, who were standing by, had turned into mummies and were about to go forward to check.
Suddenly a figure rushed out, picked up the corpse and dragged it into the woods.
This person was extremely strange, floating one foot above the ground like a ghost.
Its speed is several times faster than that of the female ghost Xiaoqian.
The figure like a ghost is naturally Wencai.
He carried Xiahou's mummy and ran for more than ten kilometers before stopping.
Healing.
Wencai removed his invisibility and tried his best to add life to Xiahou, but no matter how much he added, he was still a dried corpse.
Looking closely at Xiahou's attributes, I found that his vitality had not decreased at all.
It can be seen that what grandma absorbed was not vitality, but another kind of energy.
Wencai used the system to carefully check Xiahou again and found that his profession had changed from swordsman to corpse ghost.
The Yang Qi 500/500 in the attributes has become Yin Qi 500/500.
Xiahou did not die, but turned into an evil spirit similar to a corpse demon.
Wencai recalled the plot of A Chinese Ghost Story. Xiahou did not die in the end. He turned into a mummy and wanted to bite Yan Chixia, but was nailed to death by him with a needle.
In A Chinese Ghost Story II, Qingfeng also turned into a giant corpse. Later, after Ning Caichen transferred his yang energy to Qingfeng, Qingfeng turned into a human form again.
"Thank you, Brother Xu, save...save me."
Even when turned into a mummy, he still has human nature and rationality.
"Brother Xiahou, I'm late. How can you recover from your current state?"
"Use the Nine Yang Manual to recover."
"What, Nine Yang Manual?"
Wencai was dumbfounded. This was a Chinese Ghost Story, not The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.
Where did the Nine Yang Manual come from?
But Xiahou, who had turned into a mummy, took out a thin scripture from his arms and handed it to Wencai.
Wencai took it and looked at it. He saw the words "Wudang Nine Yang Gong" written on the scripture.
It really is the Nine Yang Divine Art, but it is an incomplete Nine Yang Divine Art.
Holding the secret book, Wencai immediately received a system prompt: "Found the skill book "Wudang Nine Yang Gong", do you want to learn it immediately?"
“Learn, learn now.”
"Congratulations, you have mastered the first level of Wudang Nine Yang Kung Fu. Your current experience is 0/1000. Every day you practice, you will automatically gain 1 experience point."
"Your Yang Qi attribute is activated. The current Yang Qi is 100/100. Each time you practice a level of Nine Yang Qi, the upper limit of Yang Qi will increase by 100 points."
After the system prompts, Wencai has successfully learned Wudang Nine Yang Gong with the help of the system without even opening the book.
Wencai took a look at the skill description.
The Nine Yang Kung Fu can heal injuries, protect the body, and remove negative states from the target.
There are two ways to pass on Yang Qi. The first is to touch the other person's back with both palms, and the other is to pass on Yang Qi to the other person orally.
This is the method Ning Caichen used to pass on Yang energy to Qingfeng.
The grandma also uses this method to absorb yang energy and put her ghost tongue into other people's mouths.
Wencai has learned the Wudang Nine Yang Gong using the system, but he still held the secret book in his hand and pretended to flip through it quickly.
But Xiahou said, "I am a Wudang disciple. This book was passed down by the founder Zhang Feng. It's a pity that it is not the complete version of the Nine Yang Manual. Otherwise, I would not have been defeated by Yan Chixia, and I would not have let the monster suck away my vital energy."
"If you practice Wudang Nine Yang Gong for three years, you will be able to reach the first level, and in five years you will be able to reach the second level. Then you can use this skill to save me. Find a dark cellar to put me in, and feed me chicken and duck blood every day."
"You can ask me if you have any questions about cultivation."
Xiahou wanted Wencai to hide him.
By the way, he also taught Wencai how to practice the Nine Yang Gong, so that when he has made some progress in the technique, he can save him.
If an ordinary person encountered Xiahou teaching him the Nine Yang Gong and was instructed in how to practice it, he would definitely be extremely excited.
Wencai was in a daze, as if he remembered something.
"Is it the Ming Cult or the Sun Moon Cult?"
he asked suddenly.
"The Ming Cult has long been changed to the Sun Moon Cult."
"Are there any Five Mountains Sword Sects?"
"Have."
Wencai stopped asking and fell into deep thought.
He always thought it was a Chinese Ghost Story, but in fact it should also be a film and variety show world.
Unlike the Republic of China, this should be Mingzong Film and Television.
It's much more fun now.
"Okay, Brother Xiahou, you hide first. I have some things to do in Lanruo Temple. We will meet again later. Also, we can add each other as friends. If a voice appears later, you can just silently agree in your heart."
As he spoke, Wencai used the team formation function to invite Xiahou.
Xiahou agreed and became Wencai's teammate.
After Wencai taught Xiahou how to contact him, the two separated again.
After returning to Lanruo Temple, Wencai became invisible again.
But then the female ghost Xiaoqian sneaked into a room.
"Could it be that he has hooked up with Brother Ning? It can't be that fast!"
"Brother Ning is indeed born with a ghost-attracting body."
Wencai felt a little disappointed. He had originally wanted to have something happen between him and Xiaoqian, but Ning Caichen got there first.
With a sour smell, Wencai also floated in to see how Ning Caichen suppressed the female ghost.
Wencai lay outside the room and looked through the window and was shocked.
Yan Chixia is whipping the beautiful ghost Xiaoqian.