Chapter 907

The fire in his throat had accumulated to a sufficient level. For all this time, Bai Lang had endured the scorching feeling, couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and the whole person was a bit out of shape. If he came for another month, he would definitely die of a serious illness—if he couldn't build a long enough meridian to reduce this external fire Qi into his own fire true Qi this time, I am afraid that he would really have to disperse this Qi, and his life would probably be gone by then.

"This is the time to exert my domineering intent!" The domineering intent of Bai Lang's body burst forth, and the formless and qualityless domineering intent began to urge this flame. In fact, this kind of thing still depends on luck and aptitude. The so-called domineering intent is just spoken out. It is only possible to make his thief-matching military advisor master laugh alive. "There is a wave of killing intent, what is the domineering intent of an idiot?"

Si Wu would probably just laugh. Bai Lang himself would probably be one of the people who mocked—if he weren't the party involved...

What Bai Lang possesses is the aura of peerless ferocity. It is the killing intent of him breaking through enemy formations and killing thousands of troops countless times. If you say it is domineering intent, then it is domineering intent. In short, Bai Lang's temper of not caring at all came, directly driving the flame to force it to the shoulder, and began to walk the meridians—Bai Lang is also a bit tricky. He does this, at most he will abolish an arm first, and his life is likely to be saved.

Does Eunuch Xu know about Bai Lang's actions? Bai Lang knows that he knows, and whether he reported it to the emperor? It is also reported, but the Zheng Tong Emperor probably won't take it to heart at all. Because according to Eunuch Xu's report, the Zheng Tong Emperor will probably think that Bai Lang is a prince who gives up halfway. Besides, he is not valued, and he is a sick ghost who will die young.

Fire Qi walks the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian. Bai Lang's entire left arm is red and even starts to turn black. High heat is emitted, and the temperature in the study is even one or two degrees higher. Bai Lang thinks about the true Qi route and contemplation of the Three Fire Returning Origin Skill. He operates the fire Qi to attack fiercely, forcibly drilling open the originally intermittent meridians, and even the blocked acupoints are forcibly rushed open by him.

The price is that the entire meridian is scorched black, all fire-attribute Qi is running around in it. For ordinary people, this is going crazy. Entering the dantian is the explosion of meridians all over the body, and the fire Qi attacking the heart and dying. The state of death is still miserable—the skin will turn yellow, dry, crack, explode, and curl, and the whole person dies like a mummy.

"Is it possible to emit the fragrance of roast meat?" Bai Lang cursed, and he had already smelled the roast meat on his arm.

"As long as I point to the Quchi acupoint, I can immediately lower the fire!" So Bai Lang pointed, and his face began to turn red. "Damn..."

Immediately untie the acupoint, work hard to impact, and finally penetrate a meridian. Bai Lang breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn! Life is saved! Next, as long as I open three meridians, I can try to ingest the sun's true fire and the earth's evil Yin fire, and then I can start to penetrate the twelve regular meridians. The three fires merge into one, and then I can open the eight extraordinary meridians. However, all this must be completed before the age of twenty, and then I can talk about using innate Qi to make up for the loss of this body."

However, to say that he will grow into a strong man, that is not to think about it. Bai Lang is a master of martial arts. He knows what this body can grow into as soon as he circulates Qi. "Okay, barely reach 1.8 meters, still a thin guy, weight is not even over 140 jin, and because the first meridian opened is the Hand Shaoyin Lung Meridian, he will cough from time to time—fortunately, it does not affect combat power."

Then Bai Lang slapped himself. "Coming here is not to fight all day! Must be hidden! Must be mixed until the big shot completes the adjustment." Practicing this martial arts, one is to prolong life, the second is to protect himself, and the third is to be able to go around and see with martial arts. Bai Lang still has a sense of intimacy with this kind of ancient high-energy world. It is probably because he is actually a person of the present age.

Bai Lang is relaxed and happy. Although he is still pale and looks like a sick ghost, the body is actually about the same now, and because the fire energy enters the body and walks the Hand Shaoyin Lung Meridian, he has to cough from time to time and it is still heart-tearing, but he already has a way to go.

At this time, Bai Lang has the leisure to observe his own brothers. The so-called nine dragons seizing the throne is a joke in his view, but there are indeed a few who are very close to that position. The eldest brother, the Crown Prince, is one, and the second prince and the third prince are also each—the second one has a reputation for being virtuous, and Bai Lang sees his strategy is far-reaching (insidious), and the third prince is excellent in martial arts and often handles military affairs, and even led the army to the border to fight.

The fourth one practices Buddhism, is a devout Buddhist disciple, but the level of handling government affairs is also good, and he is the only one among these brothers who shows kindness to him, the fifth prince—although there was no movement for a month before, in the past two days, he sent people to send some medicine to stop coughing, and even asked about the condition of his brother's illness after class.

The fifth one is him. The sixth one is the third one's person. Martial arts are practiced quite well, so he admires the third brother. As for who will be whose person after growing up for a few more years? Bai Lang feels that it will be the sixth one's own person. The seventh one is a scholar, the one with the best homework. The eldest to the third have already reached adulthood and moved out of the Ten Kings Mansion and don't need to attend classes, so the seventh one is the one with the best homework.

The eighth one has some ability in both literature and martial arts. Although he is the own younger brother of Bai Lang's body, he has never cared about his elder brother. The ninth one is a kid now, and the situation is not yet visible, but his mother is the most favored concubine at the moment, so he has been summoned by the Zheng Tong Emperor several times, and it seems that he is raised in front of the emperor on weekdays...

As for the tenth and beyond, those who are still young and haven't entered school are not discussed.

Bai Lang knows the level of the Zheng Tong Emperor. In the past month or so, he has also met the Zheng Tong Emperor four times as a minister, not a son. Although Bai Lang has nothing to do because his body is not good, Bai Lang also has a name in the Ministry of Rites. Bai Lang saw the martial arts level of the Zheng Tong Emperor at a glance. He should be a master but not a great master, so his lifespan is the same as ordinary people, with a limit of 120.

And as an emperor, he can't live to the limit of 120...

The Zheng Tong Emperor ascended the throne at twenty-five and has been on the throne for fifty years. Now he is seventy-five years old. Although he still looks like a middle-aged man, Bai Lang knows that several personal expeditions using dragon Qi and attempts to open the eight extraordinary meridians to achieve great master failed, which has consumed a considerable amount of his lifespan. If there is no accident, there will be at most fifteen years left. So this game must last at least fifteen years. Based on the ability of the big shot, Bai Lang's estimate is that he will have to stay here as an anchor for more than twenty years. ===== CHAPTER 908 =====