Shinming Nursing Home

Chapter 93
Zhang Ji waited until both of them had left Soul Prison, and then he quietly appeared again.

Jiufeng Nanyi was listening to the conversation of the three of them from the beginning to the end, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

Originally thought that after Ling Chuqing collected so many yang evil spirits, she should give some of them to herself.

In the end, none of the yang evil spirits could be given to him, presumably it was used for other purposes.

Naturally, he didn't bother to say anything.

Zhang Ji drew hundreds of yang evil spirits, although they were all only about seven or eight ranks: "Senior Jiufeng, this is to honor you, hehe..."

Jiufeng Nanyi smiled faintly, but did not speak.

Zhang Jichun was trying to win people's hearts.

He went directly to start the door-pushing practice method.

When Zhang Ji woke up, he found that his thoughts had turned into four pieces of gravel, and there were two drops of Qi and blood like dew.

As long as you give yourself enough time, it is not hopeless to catch up with the two of them.

When Li Zhao learned that Ling Chuqing was a pony, he had a certain fondness for him.

But she didn't want to expose Hong Yi, so naturally she wouldn't say it.

Early in the morning, I found Ling Chuqing.

The two are in the back courtyard.

"Miss Ling, can I ask you for a favor?" Li Zhao said sincerely.

"Oh? What do you want me to do for you?" Ling Chuqing had expected that Li Zhao would never be able to sit still, and it was impossible for her to sit and wait for death in Chengmingtang.

"I want you to invite more Penglai mercenaries to come to Xiacheng and help guard it." Li Zhao earnestly pleaded word by word.

"The price is not small. You should have heard that the price of Penglai mercenaries is very high."

Ling Chuqing also knew very well that the purpose of creating the Penglai regiment was to gain fame, attract talents, and establish prestige in Xia Guozhong.

This kind of thing can indeed be done.

"The conditions are as long as Miss Ling is open." Li Zhao knew that the entire coastline must have been tragic last night.

"Okay, 600 people should be able to come tomorrow." Ling Chuqing responded by making a phone call.

The Penglai regiment is very powerful, but the number is fine but not large.

What's more, the Penglai group has a wide range of businesses. Even if Ling Chuqing's status in Penglai is very high, it is impossible for them to put down their tasks and come to Xiamen City for shopping.

"That's great!" Li Zhao knew that he could only bear it until the Penglai mercenaries arrived.

I have to convince my grandfather to let me go to the front line in these two days.

"Thank you, take people's money and eliminate disasters with people, but we can agree, we want all the spoils." Ling Chuqing said first.

"That's natural." Li Zhao agreed without hesitation.

Although Sun Guiyi sits on the coastline, most of his energy is on keeping the master of Jindao at bay.

In terms of the overall situation on the battlefield, the disciples of the Chunyang Sect led by Li Chenfeng, the Zhu Niaojun, the Demon Slayer Guards, and the reinforcements from various cities in Xiazhou, I am afraid that their current situation is not optimistic.

She knew that the Jindao monsters she had faced before were all just ordinary.

The Jindao monsters that Sun Guiyi and the others are facing now are all elites, not comparable to those of the death squads before.

She knew that Sun Guiyi had dispatched a large number of open-air firearms to enhance the combat power of the regular army in the city and the new guards, but the effect they could play was probably limited.

Zhang Ji practiced in his room without going out.

At noon, Hong Yi came to the room where he was.

Yesterday I learned acupuncture all day from Lin Chengming, and I mainly learned the Thirteen Guimen Needles.

"Master, did you learn it so quickly?" Zhang Ji's eyes lit up.

"Naturally, I want to tell you good news. Your master has also stepped into the realm of dust." Hong Yi smiled brightly. For Zhenwu Temple, this is a good thing.

"Ah? Really!" Zhang Ji was ecstatic.

"Senior brother is very talented, that is, he cares about the poor people wholeheartedly and always has many thoughts in his heart. I had a good conversation with him yesterday and said a lot of what was in my heart."

"Nowadays Chengmingtang is deserted, no one comes to see the doctor, and there is less interference from patients' negative emotions. You don't have to think about who's disease to be cured all day long, and you can concentrate on it. It's just a chance." Hong Yi said happily.

"So that's the case, that's really great." Zhang Ji was very happy for the teacher.

"Okay, I've tried it on senior brother, and it's not insignificant." Hong Yi picked up the ancestral golden needle and began to administer it to Zhang Ji.

Because he was originally at the peak of the Stone Realm, and now he is using the mind of the gravel to integrate into the Patriarch Golden Needle.

The improvement brought to Zhang Ji is leaps and bounds.

Every time Zhang Ji gave him needles, the thirteen needles could not be finished.

Now it's a first-hand experience.

He only felt that his mind and the perception of the outside world had broadened.

The sea of ​​consciousness was clear, and the endless stream of thoughts condensed into sand.

My thoughts have an indescribable sense of transparency, and many distracting thoughts in my consciousness are swept away.

In just three to ten minutes, Zhang Ji condensed eight grains of mind grit, and now there are twelve grains in total.

This speed of improvement made him happy.

"Okay, it can only be done once a day, not more." Hong Yi also withdrew the needle, and had a lot of experience with the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

In his view, the so-called Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate can help break through the realm of cultivation, which essentially allows people to have a clear mind and mind, free from distracting thoughts, and have a clear mind.

If things go on like this, the thoughts will be clear and free from shackles, and the understanding of the outside world will naturally be more thorough.

This is at the level of Tao, not at the level of art.

In addition, the greater use of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate is to strengthen and strengthen one's own mind, which is not affected by illusion methods.

It can help people find themselves out of chaos.

"I asked my brother to learn Renxian's 33 needles today." Hong Yi is also very eager to learn. As long as the acupuncture method can accurately capture the acupuncture points, and condense his own thoughts and blood, according to the inherited acupuncture sequence, to activate the acupuncture points will be fine. Can.

Difficult before getting started, but easy after getting started.

Zhang Ji closed his eyes, and continued to immerse himself in the cultivation of "Nine Phoenix Mysterious Body".

Now that I have thirteen needles from the ghost gate to help me, I naturally have to put my mind on real martial arts and seek a balance between the two realms.

During this day, Zhang Ji consumed the remaining [-] grams of eighth-grade crystal powder on his body.

Let his qi and blood gather ten drops like dew, Zhou Jun looked aside and found that he had already had twenty drops, and his speed was no slower than himself.

The crystal powder on his body was exhausted by himself, and he knew that Zhou Jun was afraid that the seventh-grade crystal powder would not be enough.

Zhang Ji had a cheeky face, found Hong Yi, and said with a playful smile: "Master, I have used up all the crystal powder on my body, can you give me some."

"Take it!" Hong Yi directly took out two bottles of seventh-grade crystal powder.

The value of each gram of seventh-grade crystal powder is [-].

A kilogram is 1000 million. Hong Yi collected a sum of supplies from the evil spirit's contribution that day, and things like crystal powder are just incidental.

He originally wanted to use this credit to test Zhang Ji's disposition, to see if this kid would ask for some from him.

But Zhang Ji is a good guy, he never mentioned it.

Hong Yi had already left a copy for him in his heart.

Not to mention that Zhang Ji made more contributions in the future.

Wait until the battle in Xiamen is over.

He wanted to find Li Chenfeng, and Li Huangshi made the most of the benefits.

As an uncle, he is now the actual manager of the entire Zhenwu Temple.

Always leave a benefit for your disciples.

My two brothers and sisters also clean up every day, and they don't hear anything outside the window.

Only I feel miserable all day long, worrying about this and that.

Zhang Ji got two bottles of seventh-grade crystal powder, and he looked embarrassed: "My dear uncle, why do you want me to do this?"

"Hey, if you feel embarrassed, let me play with the Wenxian pen?" Hong Yi and his master nephew were not polite.

"Take it." Zhang Ji immediately handed the Wenxian brush in his hand to Hong Yi, believing that after he studied it, he knew how to use it better.

Hong Yi's eyes lit up as if he had found a treasure.

Really, poor and afraid.

For many years, no new treasures have come in from Zhenwu Temple.

This Wenxian pen is not simple, let him immerse himself in it, unable to extricate himself.

this night.

Ling Chuqing and Li Zhao didn't show up. Zhang Ji used the method of pushing the door to make the twelve gravels disappear.

When he woke up again, he found that his thoughts had reached twenty grains.

Using the door-pushing practice method by myself every night, I can improve myself to eight mind grits.

This has a limit, and it is not always doubled.

As long as there are thirteen needles at the ghost gate every day, and the practice method of pushing the door, you can keep yourself growing with sixteen grains of mind.

After taking the seventh-grade crystal powder, the dew of my Qi and blood also became fourteen drops, an increase of four drops.

Zhang Ji knew that this kind of cultivation speed was beyond the reach of many people.

Even in the case of abundant supplies, it is difficult to achieve this step.

But considering the current situation in Xiamen City, this speed of improvement is still too slow.

He also understands that cultivation requires years of precipitation, not a day's work, so he can only advise himself not to be too impatient and to lay a solid foundation.

But on this day.

There was a huge change in Fahai Temple. The ancient sarcophagus forcibly broke the seal and directly broke the protective formation of Fahai Temple. Everything happened so suddenly that it was impossible to guard against.

Under the ancient coffin, there was a vast sea of ​​blood. The four iron bulls opened their eyes, and the lowing of the bulls roared like thunder, shaking the dangerous wall of Fahai Temple down on the spot.

(End of this chapter)