I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years! - Chapter 380

[49. Listen to me tell you about the posture of building the foundation]

“It can’t be cured.”

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly:

“It’s been a long time since my hand was useless, and the nerves in it have been necrotic. No matter how skilled a doctor is, it’s impossible to continue it.”

“I didn’t say I had to rely on medical techniques to treat you.”

The white-haired man shook his head.

“I just can see from the longing eyes of the old man that you are a real sword seeker, and I feel a little pity. It’s just that whether you want to treat your hand or not, whether you believe it or not, it all depends on you… If you have With that thought, come find me tonight at the newly built ancestral hall in Qingshui Village.”

After all, the white-haired man put away the long sword in his hand, and the mountain wind blew up, picking up the weeds that were chopped by his sword energy in the field. The next moment, the man’s figure disappeared without a trace.

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Qingshui Village at night.

The one-armed old man, who hesitated for a long time in his home, finally couldn’t bear it any longer, and slipped into Qingshui Village quietly in the dark of night.

The temptation to be reborn from a severed limb is too great for him. For a swordsman who has been obsessed with swords all his life, the sword is the meaning of his life.

The old man is full of ambition, and the martyr is in his twilight years. Even if he is in his fifties, the one-armed old man is an absolute old age in this era, but in his heart, he still has the desire to climb to a higher sword realm.

If you know there is a chance to resume your dominant hand, then I believe the one-armed old man will do it without hesitation.

Such a coincidence, of course he could see that the boy and the white-haired man were tricking him, but as long as the arm could really be cured, the old man didn’t care about their purpose, and even if it cost his life, he would be willing to exchange it for himself. hand.

After entering the village, he was very careful in his every move, because he understood that the people who lived in this village were all great characters in the Great Xia Rivers and Lakes, and some of them were not weaker than him at all.

The one-armed old man knew that his identity was special. Because of his nationality, he was not accepted by this village. If he came in rashly, it would be illegal invasion. awful.

But tonight, Qingshui Village was as quiet as usual. Even the restaurants and inns in the village went out of business early. The chickens and dogs that were running around on the streets were also driven into the yard. In the darkness, only the trees swayed gently in the wind.

The one-armed old man easily reached the newly built ancestral hall near the entrance of the village without disturbing any adults in the village.

He also knows this ancestral hall. Since his arm was cut off, he has been living in a foreign land and has been near this village for two or three years. Without this ancestral hall, the villagers would not look as energetic as they do today.

The villagers at that time, although they were a group of idle clouds and wild cranes, had a smell similar to him.

That is the taste of old salted fish who had to withdraw from the rivers and lakes, either unfulfilled, trapped by love, or forced to be helpless.

But now, an inexplicable fighting spirit suddenly emerged from this group of people, making the old man feel as if they had returned to the feeling they had when they first entered the arena.

The old man touched the door of the ancestral hall, but the door was unlocked. He pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and walked into the ancestral hall.

Even at night, the ancestral hall is still illuminated. On the shelves on both sides, several rows of red candles are on fire. At night, the ancestral hall is illuminated with a dim and warm light. The ancestral hall enshrines a deity that the old man has never seen before. He guessed that it might be the local belief in Qingshui Village.

Generally speaking, although the ancestral hall is a place to worship ancestors or gods, at night, this kind of place will appear particularly gloomy and scary, but in this newly built ancestral hall, it gives the one-armed old man a sense of tranquility.

In this ancestral hall, it seems like a real god’s domain, and there is a power that makes people calm and relaxed.

However, the white-haired man who brought him here this afternoon was not here, which made the old man a little disappointed.

After walking around the ancestral hall, the one-armed old man carefully inspected every corner of the ancestral hall, but found no trace of him.

“Sure enough, I didn’t come… So am I dreaming this afternoon?”

The one-armed old man shook his head, let out a long sigh, and prepared to leave the village and go back to his broken house.

But at this moment, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and something pierced the window on the side, wiped the old man’s face, and shot on the pillar of the ancestral hall.

“Sword Qi?”

The one-armed old man was very sensitive. He immediately ran to the window and looked out through the hole, but saw nothing.

He returned to the pillar again, and reached out to touch the sword mark left by the sword energy on the pillar.

A few words were inscribed on it.

“Respect the three sticks of incense, the problem will be solved by itself.”

“Are you still a god?”

The one-armed old man was a little surprised.

It’s not surprising that a powerless person pines their good thoughts on the puppet and stone statues, but the white-haired man’s swordsmanship is far superior to him. Such a strong person would actually engage in this kind of ritual of praying to God and worshipping Buddha. He was surprised.

“Forget it, I’m here anyway.”

The one-armed old man chuckled.

“I’m not qualified to talk about others in my current situation.”

He walked to the statue and looked up. The statue was a faceless man with a dragon on his shoulders and a sword box on his back. On the stage in front of the statue, someone placed a large pile of incense and fire , for anyone to use at any time.

The old man brought it over, lit three sticks of incense with some difficulty, bowed to the statue at will, and then inserted the three sticks of incense into the big tripod in front of the statue.

The incense filled the air, and in the faint smoke, the one-armed old man suddenly felt a little sleepy for some reason.

He waited for a while, but nothing happened, so he took a futon and sat down and waited.

Waiting and waiting, before you know it, the old man fell asleep.

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“!”

The old man in his sleep suddenly woke up, full of cold sweat.

He dreamed that a man who could not see his face came to compete with him with swords in his dream. In the dream, his body was not damaged at all, so he fought with the man who could not see his face with the sword for several rounds. The swordsmanship was sky-high, beyond the imagination of the old man. The old man was hung up and beaten by him. When the last sword was about to pierce his throat, the old man woke up with fright.

He clenched his fists subconsciously, and immediately realized something was wrong.

Not only the left arm, but also the right arm seems to have a feeling.

Remnants of dreams?

The old man turned his head in confusion and looked to the right, where his right arm was intact and clean as new.

He tried to squeeze his fist in a daze, and then pinched his face fiercely, the pain on his face made him ecstatic.

“This is real!”

He subconsciously shouted, then covered his mouth again and looked around.

He didn’t forget that he was still in Qingshui Village, and he illegally invaded at night.

Look out the window for the light. It seemed to be early in the morning, and if he moved faster, he might be able to sneak out of the village before the first group of people in the village woke up.

The old man bowed respectfully in the direction of the sword energy shot outside the window, then pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and walked out.

“Is this going?”

Suddenly someone shouted.

The one-armed old man raised his head and found that the white-haired man who practiced swords that day, and the genius prodigy who beat him with a bamboo sword, were standing outside the ancestral hall, looking at him in a relaxed manner.

“It turns out you are a group.”

The old man smiled wryly.

“Yes.”

Bai Li shrugged.

“We’re a gang.”

“Anyway, I have to thank you.”

The old man bowed to both of them.

“No matter what your purpose is, but you cured my sword-holding hand, which is the most important thing to me, thank you, this kindness, as long as it is within my power in the future, I will definitely repay .”

“That’s right, we don’t have many requests.”

Bai Qiuran smiled at the one-armed old man:

“You stay now, we invite you to have breakfast, and then you listen to us tell you the story of the establishment of the foundation.”