Strange Longevity: Starting from Alchemy for the First Emperor

Chapter 5
Small courtyard, east house.

Chu Ci lay cross-legged on the bed.

"The eight meridians connect the two meridians."

Chu Ci recalled what the sloppy old man said just now, so it seems that he is indeed in the process of cultivation.

Tongmai is to open up the eight meridians in the body, and after all the eight meridians are connected, it is the marrow washing.

Take a deep breath.

Chuci once again used the Tongxianlu, and it has become a habit to run a few big circles before going to bed.

After half an hour.

"Fat man."

Chu Ci shouted habitually.

After a pause, he frowned.

The fat man at this point in the past was still thinking about the villain picture of the two of them in the room.

call……

Take a long breath.

Chu Ci told himself that he had to get used to this kind of parting.

His lifespan is infinitely long, and experience of such things will be indispensable in the future.

The next day, Chu Ci first followed the sloppy old man's instructions, and used lime to outline a ten-foot-wide mark on the ground in the small courtyard.

In about a quarter of an hour, a goshawk fell from the sky and landed directly on the branch of the sycamore tree, and a pair of hawks stared closely at Chuci.

This goshawk was the one that made Fatty Wang drool over the past half month.

No wonder they have been circling above this Dengxian Tower, so they were waiting to send a message.

Chu Ci tied the two gray hairs of the sloppy old man to the goshawk's left and right legs respectively.

The goshawk fluttered its wings, and then soared into the sky.

yah~
The young man who had just entered the Westinghouse pushed open the door and rubbed the back of his head a little nervously.

"Hello, Senior Brother Chu."

"What's your name."

Chu Ci glanced at the young man, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"My name is Chen Xu."

"Chen Xu."

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ten days later.

The moonlight is deep, as quiet as water.

Small courtyard, under the plane tree.

Next to Wang Fugui's small grave, there was a new small grave.

A No. [-] dungeon, Zishi.

After Chu Ci arranged for the new batch of drug boys, he chatted in front of the sloppy old man's cell, closing his "eyes" hidden in the dark, so he didn't have to worry about being followed.

"This old man has seen the most talented person in his life, and he opened his eight veins in only six months."

The sloppy old man bit the sesame seed that Chu Ci brought him, and drool three thousand feet at the old buddies in the opposite cell.

'Six months, so what level can I get through the three channels in one month? '

Chu Ci glanced at the old man.

After practicing Tongxianlu for a whole month, the eight channels of Chuci have been connected to three channels.

According to Chu Ci's own estimation, all eight channels can be connected in about three months.

"who's that person?"

Chu Ci asked casually.

"Nature is old."

The sloppy old man smiled triumphantly, showing his big white teeth.

Well, Sabie.

"Old man, let me ask you something, what realm is this Yun Zhongjun?"

The luminous panel of Chu Ci has "the head of the most evil person" "Wu Fu".

Chuci had thought about collecting artifact materials these days, and felt that it was still necessary to give it a try.

After all, according to the general setting, this kind of artifact will be of great use at critical moments.

Even if I am not the opponent of Yun Zhongjun for a short time, I can still pick up corpses!
What I want is Wu Fu's head, and I don't have to do him myself, and it's not impossible to dig a grave!

"Why did I tell you?"

The sloppy old man snorted twice.

"It smells so good!"

The old man kept his eyes on, and a chicken leg dangled in Chu Ci's hand.

"Half-step grand master."

The sloppy old man didn't even want to speak, then grabbed the chicken leg and bit into it.

"Grandmaster?"

Seeing the doubt on Chu Ci's face, the sloppy old man bit a piece of meat and smiled.

"The realm of extreme dao is the best in martial arts in the world, but people in the world will not be satisfied with the present, and will definitely try their best to continue to improve. For example, 80 years ago, the innate realm at that time was the ultimate."

"The so-called great master is actually a stronger state that has not been fully defined, but it is undeniable that the strength of the old man and Wu Fu is indeed somewhat stronger than that of the ultimate master, so it can be called a half-step. Great Master."

Chu Ci thought about it for a while. He asked the old man how long it would take for ordinary people to reach the ultimate master. The answer the old man gave him was that the ultimate master depends on luck.

'Lao Tzu's longevity is infinite, and after 100 years, he can always wait for his luck. If 100 years is not enough, then 200 years. '

Chu Ci patted the old man's shoulder across the prison.

"Old man, you seem to have kidney deficiency recently, and the cell is miserable, but you should also restrain your hands."

After finishing speaking, Chu Ci returned to the small courtyard.

In fact, there was a question that Chu Ci did not ask.

Ten days ago, he sent a message to the old man's two apprentices. Since these two apprentices are both master-level swordsmen, why don't they come to save people now?

Yun Zhongjun has not reached the Grand Master, the half-step Grand Master is only slightly better than the Ji Dao Grand Master, and it is unreasonable for the two apprentices to join forces.

What's more, the current Yun Zhongjun is still patrolling the east with the first emperor, and he is not climbing the fairy tower at all.

Back to the courtyard.

Chu Ci glanced at the new guest in the Westinghouse, and then at the grave next to Wang Fugui.

This time, he felt much lighter.

In order not to let himself have too many emotional fluctuations, Chu Ci showed the coldness of being thousands of miles away to these new customers.

Days passed by day by day.

Practice vertical and horizontal swordsmanship every morning, and then practice Tongxianlu, after a short rest, practice Guigu Tunashu, then continue to practice Tongxianlu, and then vertical and horizontal swordsmanship.

Day after day, autumn goes to winter.

At the end of December, there are already snowflakes falling.

At the end of the third year of Shihuang, Shihuang returned to Lieyang Palace after finishing his second east tour. The next day, he ordered 30 migrant workers to repair Shihuang's Mausoleum, and people's livelihood complaints gradually arose.

It has been more than four months since Chu Ci entered Dengxian Tower.

It was another quiet night.

"Flying rainbow piercing the sun!"

The wooden stick in Chuci's hand stabbed out, and his body speed increased suddenly, spanning several feet in an instant, and seven fallen leaves were strung on the wooden stick.

"Not bad, one more piece than before."

"It's just that the entry speed is too slow. It took nearly three months to get through the third meridian in the first month, and it took nearly three months to get through to the seventh meridian. According to this speed, it will take five months to get through the eight meridians."

And under the plane tree, behind Wang Fugui's grave, there are seven graves lined up regularly.

"Brother Chu!"

A beautiful figure quickly entered the courtyard from the night.

Chu Ci put away the wooden stick in his hand and looked at the person coming.

This is a new guest from Westinghouse who came seven days ago, an extremely rare girl among the drug boys, she is well-behaved and good-looking, she is only 16 years old this year.

Because of his fair appearance, he was called Xiaobai.

Although Chu Ci was already very cold to her, the girl seemed to be invisible. Brother Chu was on the left and Brother Chu was on the right. He prepared breakfast, lunch and dinner for Chu Ci every day, and even did laundry and mending for Chu Ci, and made beds and quilts.

"Old man, old man is going to die."

Xiaobai was panting.

Chu Ci didn't speak, and walked out of the small courtyard silently.

A No. [-] dungeon, the prison of the sloppy old man.

Chu Ci looked at the scruffy old man sitting against the wall, with five bloody holes on his upper body, and his internal organs had all been dug out.

"You came."

The sloppy old man drooped his eyes, and smiled on his pale wrinkled old face, just like before.

"Ah."

Chu Ci sat down leaning against the prison, and handed the old man a wine gourd from his waist.

The sloppy old man took the wine gourd, put his trembling hand to his mouth, and took a hard sip.

"Hoo... comfortable."

The old man laughed.

"I know you have always been curious, why Wu Fu kept me, why my two apprentices didn't come to rescue me, why I clearly have the strength of a half-step grand master, but I can't break through this dungeon."

The grungy old man smiled.

Chu Ci nodded and said nothing more.

"The reason why Wu Fu let me live for half a year is to use my internal organs as medicine to make alchemy at the end of the year, when the devil energy is at its peak, so as to help him break into the realm of a great master."

"As for my two apprentices, they both have their own missions."

"As for why I didn't leave this dungeon, it's sad to say. Although the old man has a whole body of cultivation, even if he is an extreme master, as long as the lute bone is broken, he can't use the power of the sky."

Said the old man pointed to his shoulder.

It was only then that Chu Ci noticed that both shoulders of the sloppy old man had collapsed.

"You and I met by fate."

"Little brother, you are extremely talented. There is still a long way to go in this life, so I will let the old man help you in the end."

"Forget it, I reported this pot of wine."

The drooping eyes of the sloppy old man were sharp for a moment, and he pointed at Chu Ci's brow. At this moment, the entire dungeon was blown by howling winds.

(End of this chapter)