Chapter 381: Pointing the Dantian

But Zhang Xiaohua slowly walked into the dim alley next to her and looked around. She looked like a young man secretly experiencing a secret.

However, when he reached the dark place, he twisted his body as usual and disappeared. It seemed that no one had ever come to the quiet alley.

After Zhang Xiaohua appeared in another place, she did not delay. She floated onto the roof and chased her like her feet without touching the ground. Well, it was indeed not touching the ground, it was the roof.

If Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual sense is indeed effective, but there is also a disadvantage, which is that it is like a person standing at a very high place and looking down at Lu Town. Everything is in his eyes, but everything is generally clear and there is no difference between importance. Just like when Zhang Xiaohua heard the Wu Niang's story, he released his spiritual sense and searched. However, although Lu Town is so big, Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual sense can barely take care of it, if he doesn't hurriedly leave on the roof, he may not be able to track it.

At this time, after some delay, the man in black had already left, as if he had taken off Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual consciousness. Zhang Xiaohua dared not neglect. The seven-year-old girl was as old as a flower bud. If something happened, her life would be over.

While Zhang Xiaohua was chasing the man in black just now, she carefully recalled the records of the spiritual consciousness in the "Worry-free Heart Sutra" in the "Seeking Heart", hoping to find the skills of using the spiritual consciousness in it so as to overcome the shortcomings of the spiritual consciousness being roughly used by oneself.

Half a cup of tea has passed, and Zhang Xiaohua did not find the answer she was looking for in the "Worry Heart Sutra". This "Worry Heart Sutra" is just a basic method of cultivation. It only talks about the methods of guiding qi into the body and tempering true qi. For other supernatural powers, it only explains precautions, but there is no technique at all. I believe that the use of this spiritual consciousness does not have a unified standard. Perhaps each school has its own secret methods, so there is no record of this Heart Sutra.

While Zhang Xiaohua was thinking, a black shadow jumped out of another place in her spiritual consciousness, and there was a black thing under her armpit and ran in another direction.

Zhang Xiaohua was shocked and then understood, no wonder she had chased after her all the way but didn't notice it. She thought she had taken a look, but she didn't realize that the man in black was extremely skillful. It turned out that this guy was actually very scheming and hid for a moment before changing directions to avoid being tracked.

Fortunately, this guy is not patient enough. If he waits for him to chase him out of the city and he comes out again, he will be indescribable and will be embarrassed in front of his father for nothing.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohua was a little angry, and her figure was in the air without any movement. She immediately turned around and floated towards the guy like a ghost.

Maybe Zhang Xiaohua is extremely afraid of death, maybe Zhang Xiaohua is extremely talented in light skills. In short, his floating technique and escape technique will increase rapidly again every once in a while. So, under his deliberate use, there were some blurry signs of his figure in the night. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was as fast as the wind.

Although the man in black was very careful and tried his best to escape, Zhang Xiaohua did not think of fishing big fish for a long line. So, in just a moment, he had already chased the guy behind him, thinking that Zhang Xiaohua was using a floating technique and his toes were basically not staying on the roof to leverage his strength. Therefore, although the man in black had raised his ears, he did not hear any abnormal movement.

Until the last moment when Zhang Xiaohua was approaching, the man in black seemed to have a warning and suddenly wanted to turn around. Zhang Xiaohua would not let him see his face. He stretched his left hand, like a chicken, and grabbed the guy's neck right. According to Zhang Xiaohua's previous thinking inertia, as long as he tried a little force, the guy's neck would be twisted. But when Zhang Xiaohua was about to exert force, he didn't know what was going on, but suddenly he thought of the little cat lying under the carriage, on the snow, and his legs were twitching. Zhang Xiaohua sighed in his heart, "This man in black doesn't know where he came from, nor does he know if his hand is stained with blood. Oh, forget it, let the government scratch his head. I don't have reason to think about this mess myself?"

Therefore, the force on Zhang Xiaohua's hand was slightly reduced, and the man in black fainted immediately. Zhang Xiaohua did not dare to neglect, and immediately stretched out his right hand and caught the thing that was about to fall under the armpit of the man in black, but it was a burlap bag.

Zhang Xiaohua looked around and picked up an unmanned platform, fell down, caught the bright moonlight, untied the sack, and showed a little girl with clear eyebrows, closed her eyes tightly, breathing evenly. She must have been fed some medicine or acupoints by the man in black. Zhang Xiaohua frowned a little. Acupoints were martial arts skills. He had just been "painted" and had never practiced, so he didn't dare to move around. If he was fed medicine, he would be helpless. After thinking about it, he should leave these things to the experts, and he would just send the child back well.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaohua took one in one hand and wanted to be sensible. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something again.

"This man in black must not be a good person to do such an ugly thing in the middle of the night. Even if I don't know whether he should be killed, I can't let him go so plainly. If he handed him over to the government, he would definitely be fined a few dollars and let him go, which would be really cheap."

Somehow, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly thought of the fact that the disciples of Piaomiao Sect were pointed out to the dantian and abandoned their martial arts.

"I don't have internal strength, but don't I have true energy? Although I have never practiced the lower dantian, I know the position of the lower dantian. I have taken this bastard to practice with my hands, hehe, it can be considered a waste to use it."

Zhang Xiaohua smiled, put down the sack, stretched out her index finger, and pointed to the position of the man in black's lower dantian. Just as his finger touched the skin, a stream of true energy penetrated into the body and pierced directly into the big acupoint of the dantian. The internal force that the man in black had worked hard to cultivate immediately dissipated into the body as the dantian was damaged.

Zhang Xiaohua was not in a hurry to retract her true energy. Instead, after the man in black had broken his dantian, he hovered in his dantian for a while, and then wandered in his meridians for a moment before he was taken back into his body.

Zhang Xiaohua sat in the moonlight, scratched her chin with her fingers, and thought to herself: "The lower dantian is where the internal strength of martial arts is accumulated, just like a warehouse. As long as the wall is pushed down, the internal strength inside will run out. Moreover, since the warehouse is broken, no matter how you practice, you cannot accumulate internal strength, so you have to waste martial arts. The meridians of the immortal and martial arts are connected, but the true energy is different. One is the vitality of heaven and earth, and the other is the internal strength of self-cultivation. Alas, the person who created martial arts is really a talented person. Such an incredible method can be imagined."

"Unfortunately, the immortal Tao cannot help but lure qi into the body, and still needs to temper the meridians. Even the middle dantian I practiced myself has long been tempered like a copper wall. How could it be so easily pierced by people with true qi? Moreover, since martial arts cannot temper the meridians, the talent of this martial arts is the most important. This talent is not only understanding, but also the broadness of the meridians in the body. If you have the same understanding, the meridians are wide and the capacity of the dantian will definitely have a brighter future. This is not as good as the exercises of the immortal Tao. It can continuously temper and broaden the meridians, and there is infinite room for progress ahead."

In fact, Zhang Xiaohua still underestimated martial arts a little. No matter what, martial arts are also based on immortality. How can people who create the principles not understand? However, martial arts are also divided into different levels due to different creators. Moreover, because martial arts have existed for thousands of years, a profound internal mental method will also have various branches, and each branch will have unique features in one aspect. Therefore, in Zhang Xiaohua's era, advanced mental methods that can temper meridians are rare, but it is not as Zhang Xiaohua thought. The martial arts mental methods do not have the effect of tempering meridians at all.

After understanding the principle of breaking the Dantian and sacking internal cultivation, Zhang Xiaohua also laughed "hehe". This person who can remember this vicious method is also a genius. The Dantian is pointed out by internal force, but there is no chance of repair. It is really a killing person without blood. It is more sinister than using a small sword to seal the throat.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the sky. It was already late. I guess my father and the others were anxious. Then they picked up the sack and used the floating technique to run around. Soon, they had already arrived at a corner of the square.

At this time, the gongs and drums in the square were still there, and the dragon and lion dance had not stopped. There were still a bunch of people standing outside the alley where Wu Niang ran out, including two yamen runners in the government. They held two lanterns in their forehand and listened impatiently to Wu Niang crying and telling each other. There was a rather down-and-out middle-aged scholar next to Wu Niang, who squatted there, hugged his head, sighed from time to time, and sometimes slapped himself in his mouth, muttering something.

And his father and a group of people were also standing next to him, looking from afar, not looking around, as if looking for his own traces.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua threw the man in black forward with her left hand. Then, her right hand was not idle, and she also threw the sack gently along the position of the man in black.

The two yamen runners were impatient when they suddenly turned black in front of them, and a black thing fell in front of them with a "slap" sound. Then, another black thing followed, landing on the previous thing.

When I looked closely, there was a sack with an open mouth on it, and a man in black underneath was a masked man in black.

The two yamen runners' faces changed drastically. They immediately threw the lantern aside, shook their hands and pulled out the Pu Dao from their waists, and shouted loudly: "Who...who..."

It would be fine if I didn't shout, but this shout made people clearly feel timid.
Chapter completed!