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Dong Lang pulled Shu Qin to a secluded place. The clarity in his eyes flickered from time to time, as he had experienced the corrupting effect of Inner Demon several times. Dong Lang was very clear that Shu Qin was currently entangled with Inner Demon, so the clarity in his eyes would appear from time to time. Dong Lang thought about the little guy's actions the previous few times she suffered a mental backlash. Her heart stirred as she summoned the Qilin, and the little guy immediately came out and intimately rubbed against Dong Lang's body. She was very unhappy. ”Stop messing around, hurry up and help her.” Dong Lang pointed at Shu Qin, the little fellow spoke, facing Shu Qin, it opened its mouth and inhaled, only to see Shu Qin's body releasing tens of red silk threads, these threads were constantly twisting and struggling, as though they were extremely unwilling to come out of Shu Qin's body. Seeing this, the little fellow snorted, and took the opportunity to increase the absorption force, whoosh whoosh, the threads after threads were all sucked into the little fellow's mouth. At this moment, the bewilderment in Shu Qin's eyes slowly faded. With a wave of his hand, the little guy unwillingly shook its head twice, and returned. What's wrong with me? ” Shu Qin asked when she saw Dong Lang still holding onto his hand.
”Ah, it's fine, how did you get that zither?” The moment Dong Lang saw the zither, he felt that it was a little strange.
”I got it by chance one time when I was out.” Shu Qin replied.
”Alright, let's go back.” With that, Dong Lang turned and walked back, with Shu Qin following closely behind.
”Dong Lang, I feel like I was a bit abnormal in the previous round, but I can't say where.” Shu Qin was also a little suspicious of her own condition.
”You must be too nervous to look at your face in such a red light before the match.” Dong Lang said as he placed both of his hands behind his head, as if nothing had happened.
”Probably.” Shu Qin pondered for a moment, and agreed.
Actually, Dong Lang could tell that there was something wrong with that guqin, and the backlash from the inner demon had something to do with that guqin. However, even Wu Jizi did not say anything at that time, let alone the junior of Sword Pavilion. Dong Lang didn't have the ability to control it either. After all, he was also deeply troubled by the inner demons.
In the end, Dong Lang told Shu Qin to be careful of the Inner Demon, and not to easily use the guqin either. I will go and train in seclusion for three months to prepare for the finals. After I finish speaking, Dong Lang stepped into the air and left.
Shu Qin returned with a bit of disappointment. Most of the disciples had scattered already, and Liu Qing had also been taken away for treatment. He only had a few female disciples, Shu Jian and Wu Jizi left.
Seeing Shu Qin return, Shu Jian went forward to welcome him. ”Eh? Where's Dong Lang? ” Shu Jian asked.
”Dong Lang has gone into closed door cultivation.” After Shu Qin finished speaking, Wu Jizi opened his eyes and glanced at Shu Qin, revealing a look of astonishment.
When Dong Lang returned to the Fourth Hall of the Snow Wind Hall, he told his master that he had been cultivating for three months and that he was very supportive of that. Thus, Dong Lang found a peaceful and quiet cave, released his Qilin and began the prelude to him reaching the eighth level. Dong Lang's《 Frost Arts》 had ten levels, Dong Lang was also very curious, many people's cultivation methods were only seven or eight, while his own Frost Arts had ten levels. However, he heard his master say that the attributes other than the five elements were rather weak, so it would be clear if he had two more levels. However, Dong Lang's zhenyuan had already mutated long ago. Even if it was against incompatible flames, it still had a chance of winning. Then, wouldn't the power of the last two levels of cultivation become even stronger? Right now, he still had the small book of experiences he had gotten from the wave free in the frozen region. It might even be something good.
It didn't matter how much he thought about it. It was better to calm down and attempt to break through to the eighth level. Dong Lang sat down and began to rush to the eighth level, the eighth level was to open all the meridians in his body to his dantian. Seeing this, Dong Lang was a little doubtful, all the meridians in his body to his dantian? What did that mean? Although zhenyuan s could swim through the entire body, they did not rely on the meridian, but on the blood vessels. Last time, when Dong Lang was in a deep slumber, somehow or other, he had opened up a meridian leading to the eye, and thus, he was able to see even further ahead. Looking down, Dong Lang wanted to open up at least seven new meridian channels leading to the Dantian. ”Oh my god, how is this possible, this is a new meridian...” This statement both shocked Dong Lang, but at the same time also made him a little expectant. What kind of changes would the new meridians make to me? The eyes alone have helped me so much. However, when Dong Lang read the method, his heart chilled by a large amount. All of these required heavenly materials, except for the first one. The second method required the tendons of a middle-ranked beast, supported by the three hundred year old ”roots”. According to the records of ”Key Techniques of Medicine”, the ”roots” were only middle-ranked medicinal herbs, but for three hundred years old, Dong Lang was simply unable to find them. The beasts could be divided into low level beasts, lower level beasts, middle level beasts, middle level beasts, high level beasts, high level spirit beasts, high level spirit beasts, sky level spirit beasts and other divine beasts. Without a doubt, Dong Lang could not find any of them, since Salmon only belonged to the middle level beasts. Cultivators had three abandoned meridians, the ”Three Fingers Yang Scripture”, and the ”Middle Finger Yang Scripture”. For ordinary people, these three meridians might be very important, but for cultivators, they were already useless. According to the books, the first meridian only needed to be modified using its own channels. After Dong Lang thought about it, he decided to modify the Three Fingers Yang Scripture, since this meridian had the smallest area that he needed to modify.
Therefore, Dong Lang attempted to call the zhenyuan and move it to his abdomen. The moment the zhenyuan moved to this place, Dong Lang began to feel a faint pain, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. ”It's already like this before we even touched it, if we touched it …” Dong Lang thought for a long time, and finally managed to move the zhenyuan forward slightly. This time, Dong Lang almost blacked out, ”I didn't notice it in the past, but I never thought it would be so painful,” Dong Lang's hands were also trembling, ”Should I suddenly pull and connect it to my dantian?” This idea appeared in Dong Lang's mind, but was quickly rejected by him. This was too crazy, he could not be so ruthless to himself, Dong Lang took a long time to take the next step, the Qilin beside him saw the distressed look on Dong Lang's face, then stomped its feet, and started to emit cold Qi. Seeing the Qilin's actions, Dong Lang had a flash of inspiration, and thought of a good idea. The outside of his body became cold, and Dong Lang couldn't feel it. However, the inside of his body became cold, and Dong Lang began to strike him, and Dong Lang was holding on until the surrounding of the Three Fingers Yang Scripture was completely frozen still, causing Dong Lang to let the zhenyuan surround one end of the Three Fingers Yang Scripture and pull it fiercely. Although he had lost consciousness, the inside of Dong Lang's body still trembled violently as an immense amount of pain spread out from the outside, and Dong Lang held onto his chest as he rolled on the ground in pain. He hoped to find something special, but the zhenyuan wandered around in his body for a while and nothing unusual happened, ”What? Was it a failure? ” Dong Lang could not believe it, and he tried to wander around again. There was actually no such thing, and Dong Lang also flipped through the《 Frost Arts》, the process was exactly the same as what was written in the book, how could there not be any results? Dong Lang was a little disheartened. He had endured that kind of pain, but in the end, he had obtained nothing. He shouted in grief and indignation.
Even so, the eighth level still needed to be cultivated. Dong Lang quickly calmed himself down and started to truly cultivate the eighth level.
”How is it, have you heard from the other pavilions?” Wu Daozi sat on a bamboo chair and asked a man. Master, we have contacted them. There are five pavilions, with seven to ten people in each pavilion. ”
”En, alright. I didn't expect that out of the twelve pavilions, only seven have fallen. Should we be sad or be lucky?” Wu Daozi let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
”Disciple has said his goodbyes. I might be able to find another one or two in three months.” The person who had come was Eldest Brother, the person who had the highest hopes of inheriting Wu Daozi's mantle.