Ask Sword

  Chapter 75 Frontal lobe

  Skull breaking sword?

  The students present were stunned,

  Chai Cuiqiao's heart beat heavily, and she subconsciously clenched her fists.

  Li Ang exhaled slowly, folded his hands and asked earnestly, "Dare to ask Si Ye, what's wrong with this hexagram?"

   "You know what the principle of practice is."

  Xi Yangyu didn't answer directly, but said casually: "The aura of heaven and earth is a ubiquitous and constantly flowing air current.

  The monk's body is a flute.

  Lingmai are the hollow pipes and holes of Dixiao.

   It is precisely because of the spiritual veins that the monks can guide the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth into their own sea of ​​​​qi,

  Using will to control and affect the aura of the world, evolving various mysterious effects.

  It's like pressing the different holes on the flute to turn the monotonous airflow into a melody with varied melodies. "

  Xi Yangyu glanced at the students present, and said calmly: "Even a martial artist who refines his body needs at least seven spiritual veins to maintain the balance of the sea of ​​​​qi, otherwise he will not be able to nourish his own flesh and blood with the sea of ​​​​qi.

  Forcibly practicing with insufficient spiritual veins,

  Light progress is slow, and it may not be possible to be promoted to Shenzang state in thirty or forty years.

  If it is severe, the internal breath will be disordered, the sea of ​​qi will be out of balance, and you will go crazy.

  The hexagram images of [Han Huan Duan Dui Jue] are extremely rare and weird, so they are only included in these two books of "Taixu Miaolin Jing" and "Lingbao Wisdom Contemplation of the Body" in the Jin Dynasty. "

  Xi Yangyu spread his palms, and the two ancient books in his palms were suspended in the air, turning the pages automatically, and they all stopped—

  The pages of both books show similar paintings.

   It was a humanoid silhouette standing upright, with a broken arc drawn in its head.

   "This hexagram is called the Skull Break Sword.

  Cranium means that the spiritual vein grows in the skull.

  Broken Sword means that the spirit vein is incomplete from birth, and the roots are broken. "

  Xi Yangyu said lightly: "The function of the spiritual vein is to accommodate and guide the spiritual energy.

  Aura is invisible but has quality,

  If the spiritual energy rushes into the naturally incomplete spiritual veins during the process of being introduced into the sea of ​​​​qi, it will cause damage to the body.

   It’s okay to put it elsewhere,

   But the head?

  Even if it is just the power of a needle, piercing through the head, it can kill a person suddenly. "

  Xi Yangyu looked at Li Ang, and said in a calm tone: "If I'm not wrong, every time you read "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" and try to guide spiritual energy into the sea of ​​​​qi, you will feel a tingling in your head.

   This is the hexagram image of the broken skull sword.

   Those who have this hexagram will not be able to practice for life. Any means, no matter whether it is natural treasures or alienated objects, will not help. "

  The night wind was bleak and deserted, the fallen leaves on the street were gently blown, and the wine flags on the street corners were fluttering.

  Everyone's complex eyes were focused on Li Ang, shocked and astonished, regretful and dignified.

   "I'm telling you this today in the hope that you can take the initiative to give up the exam."

  Xi Yangyu said slowly: "I can't disclose the content of the final exam in the school seven days later, but one thing is certain—the talent of the spirit vein will definitely be tested.

  You are doomed to fail. If you insist on trying, you will only let yourself die in the examination room.

  You're too young and have a bright future ahead of you to risk your life for the completely impossible—and so do the other teachers.

   With your talent, you can achieve achievements in other fields. "

  Life?

   Li Ang took a deep breath, ignoring the different eyes of everyone around him, cupped his hands and said: "I have to worry about Lao Siye,

   However, students still want to give it a try. "

  “.”

  Xi Yangyu looked at the resolute Li Ang, and the stabbing pain in his left wrist became more intense.

  He nodded indifferently, and said, "I can do it myself."

   then turned and left.

   "Unfortunately, the first place in the retest"

   "Skull breaking sword"

   "Unable to practice."

  Pei Jing raised her hand to stop the whispering of the noble teenagers around her, turned her head and gave Li Ang a regretful look, and without saying anything, she led her companions to the Red House in Changlefang.

  The whispered discussions around continued, Li Ang frowned slightly, and slowly lowered his hands.

  Is the spiritual vein incomplete?

  ——

  Late at night, Huaidefang Hotel.

  Xi Yangyu's words before leaving made the banquet atmosphere more dignified, and all the candidates left early after drinking a few cups.

  Li Ang politely rejected the comfort from Yang Yu, Ji Linglang and others, and returned to Huaidefang Hotel with Chai Cuiqiao, fed the bay horse with fodder, and rested early.

  dangdangdangdang—

  The sound of the Haotian bell at night seemed to be more peaceful and peaceful than during the day. Li Ang lay on the bed, looking up at the beams of the house.

Chai Cuiqiao was lying on the bed on the other side of the room without any movement. She seemed to be asleep, but she was not. Will mutter a word or two in sleep.

  Chai Cuiqiao remained motionless, just wanting Li Ang to think she was asleep.

  ‘Lingmai.’

  Li Ang raised his right hand, and stared at the palm by the candlelight of the oil lamp on the table.

  As a doctor, he knows every bone, vein, artery, nerve, lymph, muscle, and the complex and wonderful activities of the human body's operating mechanism and even the cellular level.

   But Lingmai?

   Can't see, can't touch.

  'Skull breaking sword. '

   Li Ang stroked his forehead lightly, as if he wanted to see through the skin and bones to see the brain structure below.

  Chai Cuiqiao turned over, revealing a fair face from under the quilt, looked at Li Ang who was in deep thought with some worry, and said softly, "Master."

   "I'm fine,"

  Li Ang waved his hand with a smile, and said calmly and firmly: "Isn't it the spiritual vein?

   Create conditions without conditions.

   As I said before, no one can stop me from entering the academy.

  Even if it is a company, it won't work. "

  ——

  The next morning, Li Ang got up early, took out a large stack of books from the box, asked Chai Cuiqiao to prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and locked the door tightly.

  The door of the room was locked, Li Ang drew the curtains, lit the oil lamp, spread out several long pieces of rice paper on the table, and drew a picture of the brain structure on the paper with a pen.

  Cerebral cortex, corpus callosum, telencephalon, diencephalon, midbrain, pons.

  Superior sagittal sinus, bridging vein, superior cerebral vein, cavernous sinus

  lateral basal frontal artery, frontopolar artery, superior trochlear artery

  Li Ang used the thinnest Langhao brush and the lightest force to carefully copy the brain structure diagram in the memory hall.

   Just like Xi Yangyu said, whenever Li Ang tried to channel spiritual energy into the sea of ​​energy, he would feel a tingling in his head.

   What he has to do now is to figure out the specific area of ​​the pain.

   "Submit the essence of the sun and the moon, rush to the beauty of the two scenes, the most wonderful treasure, the highest treasure."

   Li Ang recited the text of "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" in a low voice, sensing the aura of heaven and earth, and tried to introduce it into his body.

   At the moment when the airflow has used the whole body,

  The stinging pain swept through the mind,

   Li Ang's face turned pale, but this time, he didn't stop.

  "Everyone who does wonders, should be incarnated first, and the incarnated person will first aspire to the way"

  The pain became more and more intense, Li Ang shook his palm, and the Langhao brush in his hand fell aside, spilling a cloud of ink spots on the white rice paper.

   "Master!"

  Chai Chai stepped forward to support the crumbling Li Ang, who gasped heavily and murmured: "I can find it, I can find it

   Right there, the frontal lobe. "

  (end of this chapter)