Chapter Two Parallel Pulse

The rich meaty fragrance wafts across the wilderness. A frighteningly large animal leg was being pierced by a steel gun, and it was grilled on the fire, with grease dripping from time to time, making a "zzz" sound.

Seeing that the pig skin had turned golden yellow, Zong Shou carefully applied a layer of sesame oil and spices. Make the meaty fragrance even more mouth-watering.

The wild tooth pig weighing more than four tons was divided into several parts. At least half of them were fed to the horned cloud horse next to it, also known as Treading Cloud Horse. Mixed with soybeans and grass, it is delicious and sweet.

There were only three pork legs left, except for one, which was being grilled. Yin Yang and Su Chuxue each took one, and their mouths were full of greasy food.

The former is a little bit more refined, but the latter completely disregards his own image. It seemed as if he wanted to swallow the bones into his stomach. While chewing, he looked at Zong Shou with incomparable admiration.

"It's delicious! Gudu! It's delicious! The little master's barbecue skills are much better than before—"

The voice is muffled, and if you don't pay attention, you can't hear it clearly. Zong Shou couldn't help but smile, Chuxue was his maid, who came from the tiger cat clan, a branch of the monster clan. Although she is beautiful in appearance, she is gluttonous and active by nature. She seems to be quiet, elegant and pleasant, like a lady of every family, but she can't rest for a moment. Especially when eating, it is always eye-popping. Although the name is called Su Chuxue, except for the skin that really bullies Shuang Saixue, the rest of the temperament and temperament have nothing to do with the name.

And the so-called monster race, according to later records, is the ancient ancestors who fought against the alien savage beasts that ravaged the world. Integrate the blood of some powerful alien beasts into your body to increase your combat power.

But when that tragic era ended, these people were tabooed by human beings, and they simply formed their own clan, which is the origin of the so-called demon clan.

Ten thousand years later, this group is almost extinct, and Zong Shou has only seen it in the game.

With the dagger in his hand, he randomly cut off a piece of barbecue and ate it slowly. Then Zong Shou's gaze, inadvertently, turned to the carriage next to him again.

"Uncle Yin, the enemy is still watching, but you and I are stagnant here, is there something wrong?"

After staying in the carriage for seven days, although Zong Shou never saw Yin Yang Chuxue with his own eyes, he fought with others. However, those scars on both sides of the carriage are new creations. There are also countless holes that almost penetrate the iron plate of the box wall. In some places, there are even bloodstains, which is shocking. It can be seen that before he came to this world, he must have experienced some dangers.

In the past two days, the two of them stayed away from time to time, called hunting, but every time they returned, they always carried a strong smell of blood on their bodies. Not affected by animal blood, but contaminated with human life.

That Yin Yang was obviously startled when he heard the words, but then he didn't care, still eating meat, and said in a cold voice: "Please be at ease, my son, within six hundred miles of this place, it has been cleared. It's just that there are hawks in the air, following day and night. It doesn't matter if there is no fire. Chuxue and I also need time to recuperate—"

Zong Shou looked up and saw a few tiny black spots moving through the clouds. My heart suddenly sank again. With these 'eyes' in the sky, the other party can know the whereabouts of my party well.

What's more, with the conspicuousness of this carriage, it is impossible to cover up its tracks.

It seems that the enemy is really on the side, in danger.

But at the moment, what he cares more about is Yin Yang's address to him. Chuxue called him the young master, but Yin Yang called him the eldest son.

The son, within the demon clan, must be the heir of the demon king!

There are hundreds of monster clans, most of them are rebellious. As the heir of the Demon King, but with no power to fight, one can imagine what will happen.

Sighing, Zong Shou continued to eat the wild tooth pork in his hand. When I was about nine percent full, I felt streams of warm air moving around my body.

Zong Shou straightened up, walked aside, and chose an open place. Start to stretch your body, sometimes bend your waist, sometimes lean over, and sometimes stretch your limbs, which is somewhat similar to the popular weight loss exercises in later generations.

Chuxue also finished eating the pork leg at this time, but tore off half of the roasted front leg. While eating, he looked curiously at the same time.

"I'm practicing these postures again. It looks so strange, and I can't fight with others. Young master, did you learn this from Linhai Academy? Those spiritual masters can only lie, and they say that there is no one to teach, Inclusive of the world—"

Zong Shou pretended not to hear, focused his expression, and tried his best to complete every movement in the most perfect way.

Basic guidance, not from ancient inheritance. It was created by some players in the "God Emperor" game. The purpose is to guide the body, absorb energy from the outside world, and turn it into its own as much as possible. It is very beneficial to practice with the inner breathing method. Especially when practicing basic skills, the efficiency can be increased by at least 30%.

Zong Shou was one of the participants and initiators. Before coming here, he had already studied the seventh set of movements, but unfortunately he hadn't finished it yet. The "Book of Life of the Universe" had already been published, triggering the battle of the Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm.

After that, he came to this world inexplicably.

At this moment, every time Zong Shou completes an action, there will be a stream of air, which he forcibly guides and falls into the sea of ​​Qi in his lower abdomen.

However, these qi are not real internal energy, but the so-called 'jingyuan', which is gathered from the purest spiritual energy. Absorbed from wild tooth pork, it should have dissipated over time. At this moment, Zong Shou's Daoyin technique forced them to gather in the dantian. It can strengthen the body, can also be converted into internal energy, can repair injuries, and can also transfer others, with many uses.

In the previous life, Zong Shou was able to overwhelm hundreds of millions of players. This technique of guidance can be said to be a great contribution.

Zong Shou usually practiced in the carriage, three times a day. Chuxue had already seen it before, and after only watching it for a while, she didn't dare to be interested.

It was Yin Yang's first time to see it, but after the first glance, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Until Zong Shou completed the whole set of Daoyin technique. Only then did the sharp light in Yin Yang's eyes subside. He said indifferently: "I don't know where I learned this set of movements? If you practice diligently and unremittingly, you will become a hero in the future—"

Zong Shou nodded slightly to show that he was taught, but there was a strange look on his face.

During these seven days, the only thing he knew was that he had once studied in the very familiar Linhai Academy, and it was not a short period of time, until recently he was picked up by the two of them.

Also, this Yin Yang, with his knowledge and experience, can't tell the depth of the other party.

Calm and steady, well-behaved, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a coachman.

After eating the pork, Yin Yang Chuxue, each settled down and adjusted his breath. Breathing gradually, as if falling asleep.

Zong Shou also sat down cross-legged, and first tried to practice a basic mental method. Transform the essence in Qihai into inner breath. At the beginning, I didn't feel anything, but when those air currents were pouring into the meridians. He felt a tingling pain all over his body, as if a hundred thousand steel needles were inserted into his body at the same time, making him almost cry out in pain.

Zong Shou gasped subconsciously, not wanting to disturb the two people next to him, so he forcibly endured. It wasn't until a moment later that the severe pain subsided a little, and cold sweat covered the entire body and back.

"Sure enough! It's because the meridians run parallel!"

A gleam of understanding flashed in his eyes, Zong Shou urged his thoughts to make all the traces of warm current return to the sea of ​​​​qi. I have given up temporarily and continued to practice the idea of ​​inner qi.

All the races in the cloud world practice based on the nine chakras of the body. Nine chakras surround the whole body.

But just now, when Cai Zong was guarding his luck, he clearly felt that those essences, within his meridians, were actually going their separate ways.

In his body, as he expected, there are two meridians coexisting!

This body is a half-demon, with human and fox blood, two bloodlines, and both of them are of extraordinary origin, with the strengths of two families, the root bones and five elements of spiritual roots must be extraordinary.

However, it is precisely because of this that they conflict with each other, and this physical strength is frighteningly low. It made him unable to practice any internal energy normally.

With a physique like two parallel pulses, if it were someone else, he would probably have given up the idea of ​​martial arts. But to him, it is not hopeless.

When he came to this world, what he was most grateful for was that he had accumulated decades of reading and verification in the virtual illusion in his previous life, and he had accumulated martial arts experience far surpassing that of all warriors in this era!

Recalling the information of his previous life, Zong Shou's brows gradually wrinkled.

Either it is to practice the special kung fu formula suitable for the two channels, there are several in Zong Shou's memory. Moreover, all of them have extraordinary powers, at least they are above the top skills, but none of them are suitable.

Secondly, it is to obtain several kinds of natural materials and earthly treasures. Strengthen one of your blood vessels, overwhelm the other, improve your physique, and make your two veins into one.

It's just that this natural spiritual creature is even rarer. Zong Shou didn't even think about it.

"It really deserves it! Raging Fire and Cold Flame Technique, Great Niluo God Art, Sun and Moon Radiant Wheel, why didn't I take a closer look when I snatched them back? Although they are a bit rubbish——"

When I was worrying, in my mind, suddenly, like a flash of inspiration, another paragraph of words flashed by.

"The way of heaven is to make up for what is not enough. The way of man is to make up for what is not enough—"

Zong Shou's expression was suddenly taken aback. In the next moment, as if seeing a snake and a scorpion, he hurriedly drove these memories out of consciousness and buried them firmly in the depths of his memory.

These are words, all of which come from an ancient martial art secret that he accidentally obtained in his early years, called 'Tun Yuan'. He once set off boundless storms in the cloud world, causing countless bloody storms, and his reputation was passed down to the world in all directions, and he was regarded as a taboo by the world.

If it is this technique, it can also solve his blood pulse problem, and even increase his cultivation base explosively. But this method, but if it is not a last resort, and he is really on the verge of death, he is not willing to touch it lightly. Especially my body with dual veins, I'm afraid it will add more hidden dangers. And at the moment he is still hesitating.

With a bitter sigh, Zong Shou turned to disperse all the gathered essence into the limbs and bones to strengthen the body.

Especially the hands, make the muscle groups stronger and the muscles and bones stronger.

Afterwards, from a forest not far away, he cut down a piece of iron wood that is common in the cloud world, and with the steel sword in his hand, he carved it into a pair of wooden flying knives about half a foot long.