I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years!

“It can’t be cured.”

The old man shook the head, said bitterly:

“How long has my hand already been abandoned? The nerves are already necrotic, and doctors with brilliant medical skills are impossible to continue.”

“I didn’t say that I would treat you by medical skills.”

White-haired man shook the head .

“I just saw from the look in your eager eyes of Senior that you are a true sword seeker, and I feel a bit pity that’s all. It’s just whether you want to treat your hands, believe it or not. It’s up to you… If you have that idea, tonight, go to the newly built ancestral hall in Qingshui Village to find me.”

After all, the white-haired man put away the long sword in his hand. The mountain wind was blowing, picking up the weeds chopped up by his sword qi in the wilderness, the next moment, the man’s silhouette disappeared without a trace.

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At night, Qingshui Village.

The one-armed old man who had been awkward at the owner’s home for a long time couldn’t help but slipped into Qingshui Village gently in the dark of the night.

The temptation to rebirth with 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 aspiring for thousands of miles, the martyrs are in their old age, and the heart is very strong. Even if the one-armed old man is already in his fifties, he belongs to the absolute advanced age in this era, but in his heart, there is still climbing. The desire for high sword realm.

If you know that there is a chance to return the dominant hand of own, I believe the one-armed old man will do it without the slightest hesitation.

Such a coincidence, of course he can see that the boy and the white-haired man are doing tricks on him, but as long as the arm can be cured, the old man doesn’t care about their purpose, even if it’s the cost of life. , He is also willing to change back to own hand.

After entering the village, he was very careful in every move, because he understood that the people living in this village are all the great characters in Great Xia Jianghu, and some of them are not weaker than him. .

The one-armed old man knows that his own identity is special. Because of his nationality, he was not accepted at all by this village. If he rushed in, it would be an illegal invasion. According to the character of the Great Xia warrior, I am afraid that he will be attacked on the spot. , Beating him miserably.

However, Qingshui Village tonight is as quiet as usual. Even the restaurants and Inns in the village have turned off their lights and closed early. The chickens and dogs that were running around on the street are also Being pushed into the courtyard, in the darkness, only the trees are gently swaying in the wind.

The one-armed old man easily did not disturb any adults in the village, and successfully came to the newly built ancestral hall near the entrance of the village.

He also knows this ancestral hall. Since his arm was cut off, he lived in a foreign country and came to this village. It has been two or three years since he came to the village last time. At the time of the transaction, there was no such ancestral hall in the village, and the villagers did not look as energetic as they are now.

The villagers at that time, although they were a group of idle cloud wild cranes, their bodies had a similar taste to him.

It was either unpaid for aspirations, trapped by love, or forced to be helpless, and had to withdraw from the old salted fish taste of Jianghu.

But now this group of people suddenly showed an inexplicable fighting spirit, which made the old man feel as if they had returned to the feeling they had when they first entered Jianghu.

The old man touched the door of the ancestral hall. 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, rows of red candles are on fire, illuminating the ancestral hall with a dim warm light at night. In the ancestral hall, there is an old man. He guessed that the gods he had never seen were the local beliefs of Qingshui Village.

Generally speaking, although the ancestral hall is the place of Consecrate ancestors or Gods, at night, this kind of place will look particularly gloomy and scary, but in this newly built ancestral hall, it is given to the one-armed elderly A sense of tranquility.

In this ancestral hall, it seems like the real Divine Realm, there is a kind of power that calms and relaxes the spirit.

But the white-haired man who asked him to come here this afternoon was not at all here, which disappointed the old man.

Walking around the ancestral hall, the one-armed old man cautiously inspected all corners of the ancestral hall, but he was never found.

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

The one-armed old man has a shook head, long sighed, ready to leave the village and return to the broken house of own go with.

But at this moment, the sky-splitting sound started, something pierced a side window, brushed the old man’s face, and shot onto the pillar of the ancestral hall.

“sword qi?”

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

He went back to the pillar again, and reached out to touch the mark of the sword left by the sword qi on the pillar.

A few words are engraved on it.

“Respect the three sticks of incense, the problem is self-solving.”

“Still a magic stick?”

The one-armed old man was a little surprised.

It’s not surprising that a weak person puts his beautiful thoughts on the puppet statues, but the white-haired man’s Sword Art is far above him. Such a powerhouse would actually engage in this kind of request. The ceremony of God worshiping Buddha really surprised him.

“Forget it, I’m here anyway.”

The one-armed old man chuckled.

“I am in this situation, and I am not qualified to speak.”

He walked up to Divine Idol and looked up. Divine Idol is a crossed shoulder Long, with a sword box on his back, a faceless male, on the stage in front of Divine Idol, someone put a lot of incense and fire folds for people to take at any time.

The old man took it over, lit the three incense sticks with some effort, and bowed to Divine Idol at will, and then inserted the three incense sticks in the great cauldron in front of Divine Idol.

In the faint smoke filled with incense, the one-armed old man suddenly felt a little sleepy, not knowing why.

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

Waiting and waiting, unconsciously, the old man fell asleep.

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“!”

The old man in his sleep suddenly woke up with cold sweat.

He dreamed that a man who could not see his face came to compare his sword in his dream. In the dream, his body was intact, so he held a sword and fought the man who could not see his face. After several rounds, the man’s Sword Art Heavenspan exceeded the old man’s imagination. 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 from shock.

He subconsciously clenched his fist, and then realized that it was wrong.

Not only the arm on the left, but also the arm on the right.

Remnants of dreams?

The old man turned his head in some doubt and looked to the right. There, the right arm of the owner was intact and as clean as new.

He tried to squeeze his fist in a dazed manner, and then fiercely pinched his own face. The pain on his face made him ecstatic.

“It’s true!”

He yelled subconsciously, then he covered his mouth and looked all around.

He hasn’t forgotten that he is still in Qingshui Village now, and he intruded illegally in the dark.

Look at the light outside the window. It seems that it is early morning. If he moves faster, he might be able to sneak out of the village before the first group of people in the village wake up.

The old man respectfully bowed in the direction that the sword qi shot from outside the window, then opened the door of the ancestral hall and walked out.

“Are you leaving now?”

Suddenly someone shouted.

The one-armed old man lifts the head, and found that the white-haired man who practiced the sword that day, and the genius prodigy who beat him with a bamboo sword, stood outside the ancestral hall, remaining calm and composed while handling pressing affairs looked at him.

“So you are in a group.”

The old man said bitterly.

“Yes.”

Bai Li shrugged.

“We are in the same group.”

“Anyway, I must thank you.”

The old man bowed to the two.

“No matter what your purpose is, but you healed my sword holding hand, this is the most important thing for me, many thanks, this kindness, as long as I can do it in the future I will repay you for everything.”

“That’s just right, we don’t ask much.”

Bai Qiuran said with a smile to the one-armed old man:

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“You stay here now, we invite you to have breakfast, and then listen to us tell you the story of Foundation Establishment Heavenly Venerable.”