Chapter 376 Forbidden Magical Weapon, Black Gold Dragon Pattern Ancient Sword

Take two steps?

Let me go to the ground as a semi-paralyzed person?

Zhang Qishan frowned.

Thought:

"Are you polite?"

Even Master Qianhu, who is the Northern Town Fusi, is not so offensive!

Do you really have no mercy at all?

His mind moved slightly, and he just thought it was a random joke, suppressing his anger and not wanting to pursue it.

But in the next moment!

The owner of Huaiyin Zhai and the head of the word-stealing sect seems to have sensed something.

That taut blue face suddenly trembled!

Even though he was used to seeing big scenes and had experienced many life-and-death dangers with a calm mind, he couldn't help but have a very obvious look of horror flashing across his face!

"How... is this possible? Medical skills? No, there is no medical skill in the world that can rejuvenate the sick and injured without even touching them!"

Zhang Qishan opened his eyes wide as if he had been struck by lightning, and the lines on his face that had not yet retreated started to jump, as if he couldn't believe it.

He hasn't felt anything since he was fifteen years old, and his legs, as if they didn't belong to him, actually had the slightest reaction.

It's like a fine needle piercing the skin gently, causing slight pain.

This uncomfortable strangeness made Zhang Qishan wildly surprised.

Who can understand a man who is in his prime, extremely ambitious and capable.

The embarrassment and pain of being imprisoned on a bed, eating, drinking, and being served by slaves?

You must know that when a person is in pain, any dignity and dignity are out of the question.

Zhang Qishan, on the other hand, has a very proud and conceited temperament.

To have him linger on the bed and be trapped by his disability is simply worse than death.

The reason why Zhang Qishan was so ruthless was that he never married and had children, and was willing to let the Zhang family die out and bear the great reputation of being unfilial and a genocide criminal.

Maybe there is no thought of relief from this!

But now...

"Master Ji, you... what kind of extraordinary method is this?"

Zhang Qishan tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, and looked at Ji Yuan sitting opposite.

This young Qianhu from Fusi, Beizhen, healed his legs with just a few clicks.

Is it possible that the other party really has a way to remove the blood curse?

Can it solve the nightmare that has plagued the Zhang family for hundreds of years?

"Forgive me, Lord Buddha. Teacher Jianzheng has told me that this method is not taught to the six ears and should not be mentioned casually."

Ji Yuanyun has a calm demeanor, a mysterious smile, and a full demeanor of a master.

He is in Qintian Jianzheng, just by name.

Even though he has the name of master and disciple, he has no actual status as master and disciple, let alone teaches any secrets.

However, Huangtian Daotu's ability to change destiny is actually Ji Yuan's biggest secret and reliance, and it is absolutely impossible to reveal even half of it to the outside world.

It is most appropriate to use the Qin Tian Jian Zheng, who has been closed to the Sheji Tower for many years, as a shield.

As for letting Zhang Qishan walk on the ground?

It's not difficult.

[Tiansha Lone Star], [Blood Withered], and [Ominous Fate] are the three black fates that cannot be changed temporarily.

It can remove a gray destiny, just in the blink of an eye.

Ji Yuan only needs to invest a thousand Dao Yun and activate half of the Zi Lian Jue to easily erase all the "bad behaviors".

"Jian Zheng? I understand. I never expected that the two secret techniques of Feng Shui and Physiology, 'Changing Fate for Heaven' and 'Wan Hui Ren Yuan'! It turns out that they really fell into the hands of Master Jian Zheng!"

Zhang Qishan frowned, then relaxed his brows, as if he thought of something and suddenly realized something.

Change destiny for heaven? Ten thousand human yuan? What is this?

Ji Yuan's heart moved slightly, but he didn't show any unnecessary expression. He just smiled and let Zhang Qishan think about it by himself.

"It was Ji's sincerity that healed Buddha's legs.

Let me give you a happy opinion whether you want to do this business or not."

Zhang Qishan lowered his head and stretched out his hands to rub his legs and feet, which had atrophied muscles and looked like two hemp poles.

A trace of heat surged through it, restoring the unconscious meridians.

"My legs were damaged by an uncle of mine. I was only fifteen years old at that time, so I should be old enough to take charge of the family.

My uncles and uncles were reluctant to part with their business, earning millions of taels of silver a year, so they decided to get rid of me, an orphan without a father or a mother.

They also knew how to be patient. They first bribed the servants around me, which took them five years.

Add a small amount of Dameng Jiemai Powder as big as a fingernail into tea and food every day.

When the toxicity accumulated and exploded, I became a useless person paralyzed in bed, unable to do anything.

When the time comes, let them be slaughtered."

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked calm, judging from the fact that the direct descendants of the Zhang family have been burdened with curses for generations.

It is not unusual for relatives to seize power and outsiders to usurp the throne.

If the trunk is weak and the branches are strong, this will naturally happen.

In ancient and modern history books, this kind of deeds of bullying by subordinates are not uncommon.

"It's a pity that they don't even think about it. Generations of the Zhang family died early and the population is so small. How do they survive until now?"

The word-stealing sect is eating the food of dead people and taking the money of living people, so how can they not have some means of self-defense?

Without telling the others, I secretly learned the method of cultivating evil spirits and turned those uncles into puppet evil spirits.

After dealing with a group of thieves with ulterior motives, I was able to secure my position.

Unfortunately, it was also because the disease was not detected early enough that the toxicity penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

My two legs were broken and I became a cripple."

Zhang Qishan smiled softly and breathed a long sigh of relief and said:

"Master Ji, you are an upright person and you are generous in doing things.

The sincerity given is even more substantial!

Let me, a semi-paralyzed person who is unable to walk, walk on the ground again.

Even if the blood curse cannot be removed, I should keep this kindness in mind and repay you generously."

Zhang Qishan lifted the thick blanket covering his legs and did not use the puppet to support himself.

Two skinny legs like hemp poles stepped on the ground, and stood up shakily.

For a semi-paralyzed person like him who has been bedridden for many years, his muscles and meridians have long atrophied to the point of being out of shape.

Without hard training for more than half a year, it would be difficult to return to the original state.

However, Zhang Qishan, who had been wiped out of the gray fate of being "bad at walking", was forced to hold on under the repeated flushing of Qi and blood.

He is extremely upright, with his hands stretched out and intertwined between the fingers, with his left hand outside and his palm facing in. He is slightly bent over and raised above his forehead.

A grand ceremony was made solemnly!

This is the "emperor's bow" of the thief sect.

The past tense is the regulation of sacrifice.

It was used by emperors and generals to worship the gods of heaven and earth!

There are four families in the word-stealing sect: they are in the dark, they are looking for gold, they are pretending to be dirty, and they are swindling spirits.

They all have to deal with the dead, ghosts, tombs, and ghosts.

Therefore, "emperor's bow" is listed as the greatest gift.

As the head of the family, Zhang Qishan's move was tantamount to serving Ji Yuan as the master.

He was willing to hand over the door to stealing words and obeyed his orders completely.

"There is no need to be a master or a slave, let's each take what we need, Lord Buddha.

I am indeed somewhat interested in the Nine Sects of the Yin Sect and the Old Land of the Yin World.

In this age of the end of Dharma, spiritual energy is exhausted, Taoism is difficult to manifest, and Qi, blood and martial arts reign supreme.

Such common techniques as walking in the dark, pretending to be dirty, tying paper, and cultivating evil spirits are difficult to gain the upper hand when competing with others.

But it couldn't be more convenient to do some dirty things behind the scenes."

Ji Yuan sat on the chair, calmly accepted Zhang Qishan's imperial bow, waved his hand and said:

"How to remove the Zhang family's blood curse is not a simple matter that takes a day or two.

Now that Lord Buddha believes in my methods, it is your turn to show sincerity."

Zhang Qishan placed his feet against the cold floor tiles and walked around for a few times before slowly sitting back on the couch and answering seriously:
To be continued...