Chen Ang looked at them with a smile. This was the first time he had used the Divine Cold Injury on a human body, and he had gained a lot. There were very few test subjects like Zuo Lenchan, who had profound internal energy and strong internal Qi. They were very rare in this world and were very precious. It was impossible for Chen Ang to go to Wudang Shaolin Temple and slap their Sect Leader for no reason.
Therefore, Zuo Lenchan, a human test subject, was extremely important to him.
"The Six Meridians Dialectical Technique has reached its current peak in medicine, but the mechanism of the six meridians in martial arts and Qi cultivation is still not very clear. The treatment of the six meridians in the Classic of Typhoid and Miscellaneous Diseases has been mostly completed, but only the Yin and Yang chapters of the Eight Principles of Internal Syndrome Differentiation have been completed. There are still external, internal, cold, heat, deficiency, and excess that have yet to be elaborated."
Chen Ang frowned as he thought to himself, "With my wisdom alone, it's too much of a waste of my time to deal with these minor details. I'm not the only one who has opened up a path of overcoming obstacles. I still need to pull more people into the door of medical martial arts. If I can establish a famous sect like Wudang and Shaolin, the speed of perfecting the theory will be much faster."
"We are meat on the chopping block. We will naturally obey your orders." Zuo Lenchan's face was ashen. He staggered a few times and struggled to stand up with the support of the tree trunk. His whole body was emitting white cold air, and a thin layer of frost had formed between his eyebrows and hair bun.
Although the Divine Ice Palm was extremely powerful and could restrain the Absorbing Stars Great Art, once the balance of this extreme martial art was destroyed, the damage would be more violent and rapid than others. Speaking of which, this martial art of Chen Ang's was really the nemesis of evil extreme martial arts. As long as the foundation was not stable, the extreme nature of the power would be completely restrained.
Chen Ang seemed to be deep in thought. He raised his hand and lightly pressed his palm on his Dantian.
"Senior Brother Zuo!" The few people on the ground were anxious and exclaimed.
Zuo Lenchan waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. Just now, Zuo Leng Chan felt an extremely sinister aura entering his Dantian, which fused and affected his inner energy. Because of this, the cold symptoms on his body were alleviated a lot.
"As the saying goes, there are righteous paths, but there are devious paths. My Synopsis of the Golden Chamber has righteous paths, but there are also shortcuts and devious paths. What I have just injected into your body is a gust of cold zhenqi …"
"Cold is an illness. The kidneys are the first to suffer from it. The guest is between the five viscera, causing pain in the veins. If the guest is in the eight empty rooms, the bad blood will stay and accumulate for a long time. It will turn into a disease. We must be careful!"
Chen Ang quoted a passage from the 《Treatise on Typhoid and Various Diseases》 and explained, "This vital energy is cold in nature. It is deeply rooted in your body when it colludes with the vital energy of the Frost Divine Palm. It will also cause the Yin and Yang Qi in your body to appear in a cold state. Every day, you will be plagued by the devil of illness, and you will be in extreme pain. However, the more you look like you are about to die, the stronger the vital energy in your body will be. "
"When you are in a state of blindness, no one can save you except for your cold zhenqi or my Synopsis of the Golden Chamber. If you want to keep your life, you must study hard and practice hard, so that your vital energy can always suppress the cold disease. Otherwise, when the cold poison breaks out, you will live a life worse than death."
Chen Ang looked into Zuo Lenchan's eyes and said word by word, "If you can't become stronger, you will die! This devious path, I call it the Sick Zhenqi. Zuo Lenchan, if you want to break this shackle, you can only deduce the Sick Zhenqi to great success and nourish your body. Otherwise, you will never be able to get rid of this shackle for the rest of your life. "
Zuo Lenchan smiled bitterly as he watched Chen Ang give each of them a palm strike. The faces of the Grand Guardians of Mount Song turned pale as they staggered to their feet. Just as he was about to speak, a strange itch came from his lungs, causing him to cough violently.
"Cough, cough!" Zuo Lenchan bent over in pain, as if he was about to cough up blood. He casually slapped the tree behind him, and a layer of frost could be seen forming on the tree.
"I've profited from this disaster, my martial arts have improved greatly!"
Looking at the frost marks on the tree, Zuo Lenchan laughed bitterly.
Lu Bai's mouth and nose were crooked, looking like he was paralyzed from a stroke. A strand of silver hung from the corner of his mouth as he staggered toward Zuo Lenchan with difficulty. Zuo Lenchan saw the divine light in his eyes and knew that although he looked weak now, once he made a move, it would be earth-shattering and more than ten times more terrifying than before.
Ding Mian was also shivering all over as he walked toward Zuo Lenchan. However, sometimes when he shivered, his hands would flick randomly as if they were convulsing. Even Zuo Lenchan could not see his shadow.
"Febrile diseases, fever diseases, rheumatic diseases, dry diseases, summer heat, cold, cold, and miscellaneous diseases!" Chen Ang looked at the eight people who looked as if they were hopelessly ill and laughed, "Today, the Thirteen Gangsters of Mount Song have become history. The only one left is True Lord Ba Bing!"
Zuo Lenchan's face was so bitter that dregs could fall off. He walked in front of Chen Ang, bowed his head, and said, "True Lord Ba Bing pays respect to the Lord. How should I address the Lord?"
"Up to you!" Chen Ang might not take his words seriously. A sinister person like Zuo Lenchan, to put it nicely, was flexible and could endure what ordinary people could not. To put it bluntly, he was a poisonous snake lurking in the dark.
Chen Ang had never thought of subduing him, which was not in line with his character. Therefore, to him, True Lord Ba Bing was just a test subject on the path of medicine and martial arts!
Zuo Lenchan did not know what Chen Ang was thinking. He hurriedly pulled the other people of the Mount Song Sect and bowed to Chen Ang. Chen Ang was sick of seeing him like this. He waved his sleeve and disappeared into thin air.
When the eight people suddenly raised their heads, they saw that there was no one in front of them. It was as if Chen Ang had never appeared. He disappeared without a trace. Only the baggage of a fine horse tied to an ancient tree in the distance reminded everyone what a terrible person had been here.
"Senior … Senior Brother!" Ding Mian came up and cupped his fists. He trembled and said, "We … we … what should we do?" The six people behind him also looked at Zuo Lenchan in confusion.
"Mr. Chen has left." Zuo Lenchan raised his eyelids and said in a deep voice, "From now on, we will respectfully call him Taoist Plague. We are his subordinates, True Lord Ba Bing. Everyone must remember your place!"
Taoist Plague! They smiled bitterly in their hearts. Wasn't this man the God of Plague? They answered in unison, "Yes!"
The scene in front of Chen Ang changed. He suddenly appeared in a square steel chamber. He took off his ancient costume and put on a white coat. He frowned and looked at the long-haired young man in the mirror. He hesitated for a while and decided to ignore the long hair.
On the contrary, something else attracted all his attention.
"Has the time in all the worlds started to synchronize?" Chen Ang furrowed his brows in deep thought. From Heaven's Perception to quantum mechanics, he thought about it from several tens of different angles. However, he realized that the knowledge that involved space-time was very little. With his current intelligence, he was still unable to understand something as profound and unbelievable as the transmigration ability.
But this was a good thing for Chen Ang. It meant that he had more favorable conditions to gather the wisdom of civilization and the world and open up the Great Path. Sowing the seeds of wisdom in one world after another, waiting for them to blossom and bear fruit, reaping a complete civilization and system. This path of herding civilization was still very long.
Chen Ang pushed open the door and walked along the passageway to the hall of the base. A bald researcher saw him and was so excited that his eyes were shining. "Professor! You're here! "
"Prepare a set of rainforest adventure equipment. I have a use for it! Get the Sixth Heredity Laboratory ready. Hypothetical material number three is about to arrive! "Chen Ang ordered without hesitation." Also, how many researchers have undergone the overclocking modification? "
The bald fatty quickly recorded Chen Ang's orders and raised his head, revealing a pair of blue eyes. "Professor, 1,213 people have completed the modification! There are still 82 people waiting. Those people's emotions are not very stable and they strongly want to enter the surgery as soon as possible. "
"The 13-member overclocking think tank has been formed. The expansion of the financial group is unstoppable."
"Very good!" Chen Ang nodded. "Get rid of those parasites and chop off the claws of other financial groups. The path of evolution is unstoppable!"
"Yes!" The bald fatty had a fanatical expression. He looked at Chen Ang agitatedly, the blue in his eyes fluctuating violently. "Only we are the future of mankind! We must teach those fools who stop the evolution of new humans a lesson. The future is ours, and the present is also ours! "
Chen Ang, who felt that he was becoming more and more like a big boss villain, looked at him in surprise. He lightly tapped on the bald fatty's chest, and a cold chill immediately stabilized the fluctuating blue in the bald fatty's eyes. "Pay attention to the stability of your overclocking state! Go and inject a stabilizer. Your emotional backlash is too strong! "
The bald fatty regained his composure and said gratefully, "Yes, Professor!"
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