Ask Sword

Skull Severing Sword?

The students present were stunned,

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

Li Ang let out a breath of foul air slowly, cupped 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 an omnipresent 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,

Manipulate and influence the aura of heaven and earth with will, and evolve various mysterious effects.

Just like pressing different holes on the flute, the monotonous airflow can be played into a melody with varied melodies. "

Xi Yangyu glanced at the students present, and said calmly: "Even a martial artist who cultivates 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.

Insufficient spiritual veins but forced to practice,

At least, the progress is slow, and it may not be possible to be promoted to Shenzang in thirty or forty years.

In severe cases, the internal breath is disordered, the sea of ​​qi is unbalanced, and the qi goes crazy.

The hexagrams of the Lingmai in [Hanjuan Duijue] are extremely rare and weird, so they are only included in the 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.

The meaning of the skull is that the spiritual vein grows in the skull.

The meaning of Broken Sword is that the spiritual meridian is naturally incomplete, and the roots are broken. "

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

Reiki is formless but has quality,

If the aura 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 fine to put it somewhere else,

But the head?

Even if it's 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 guessed correctly, every time you read "Shangqing Inspiration Chapter" and try to guide spiritual energy into the sea of ​​​​qi, you will feel a sharp pain in your head.

This is the hexagram image of the broken skull sword.

People with 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 complicated eyes were focused on Li Ang, shocked and stunned, regretful and dignified.

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

Xi Yangyu said slowly: "I can't disclose the content of the final exam in the academy seven days later, but one thing is certain - the talent of spiritual veins 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, with a bright future ahead of you, to risk your life for the impossible - and so do the other teachers.

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

life?

Li Ang took a deep breath, ignoring the different eyes of the people around him, cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry for Lao Siye,

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

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Xi Yangyu looked at Li Ang with a firm expression, and the tingling pain in his left wrist became more intense.

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

Then he turned and left.

"It's a pity that the retest is the first"

"Skull Severing Sword"

"Unable to practice."

Pei Jing raised her hand to stop the whisperings of the noble youths around her, turned her head and gave Li Ang a regretful look, and without saying anything, she led her companions towards the red building in Changlefang.

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

Is the spiritual vein incomplete?

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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 feed, and rested early.

clang clang clang——

The Haotian bell at night seemed to be more peaceful and peaceful than during the day. Li Ang was lying on the bed, looking up at the beam.

Chai Cuiqiao was lying on the bed on the other side of the room without any movement. She seemed to be asleep, but she wasn't—the little maid didn't know that when she was sleeping, she would wrap herself in the quilt and turn around. And 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 of his hand 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 spiritual pulse?

Can't see, can't touch.

'Skull Severing Sword. '

Li Ang stroked his forehead lightly, as if he wanted to see through the skin and bones to see the structure of the brain 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 hands with a smile, and said calmly but firmly: "Isn't it the spiritual vein?

Create conditions without conditions.

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

Not even a company. "

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In the early morning of the next day, 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 was locked tightly, Li Ang drew the curtains, lit the oil lamp, spread out several long sheets 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 veins, superior cerebral veins, cavernous sinus

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

And 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 read 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 air flows through the whole body,

The stinging pain swept through the mind,

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

"Everything that does wonders should be incarnated first, and those who incarnate should first aspire to the Tao."

The pain became more and more intense, Li Ang shook his palm, dropped the Langhao brush aside, and sprinkled 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. "