There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 15 Taoist Yuan Zheng
  During the three days of waiting, Wang Ping meditated and practiced Qi in the inn at night, completed a marrow cleansing in the morning, fed Yulian, and wandered around Haicheng to learn about the city's folk customs.

Hushan Kingdom is different from Xia Kingdom. Here monks and mortals live together, while in Xia Kingdom monks and mortals are clearly separated. Xia Kingdom's ruling class is composed of the royal family, clans and monks, while Hushan Kingdom's ruling class is only monks.

There are a total of ten large cities in the Hushan Kingdom, and their radiating ruling areas have spawned countless gathering places. These constitute the current Hushan Kingdom. In Haicheng, residents have no concept of a country, and the title of "Hushan" is more like a foreign language. alliance.

The ten cities in the alliance are headed by the Yuqing Sect. There are six cultivation sects below the Yuqing Sect, among which the above-mentioned Alchemy Sect is the most famous, and the other five sects are all "side sects".

The Hushan Kingdom's rule over mortals is based on inaction. As long as they pay taxes in full and on time, there will basically be no problems.

Doesn't that sound cool?

But it also caused clans to form cliques at the bottom of society, and the clans fought fiercely to compete for more resources.

Some clans are dominated by humans, some are dominated by demons, and some humans and demons live together. Their fights happen every day, but the higher-ups turn a blind eye to it. Even Haicheng can occasionally see two groups of people fighting with weapons. , but if caught by the city defense soldiers fighting in the city, they will be imprisoned in the dungeon for as little as ten days and as long as one year.

The morning of the third day.

Wang Ping finished his daily marrow cleansing and walked to the front yard of the inn. He saw two groups of people fighting each other on the street with various instruments. The pig demon who rushed at the front was beaten until his whole body was covered in blood. He was about to die. No more.

"How unlucky!"

The proprietress of the inn complained dissatisfiedly, and then asked someone to boil hot water.

The fight lasted for two-quarters of an hour. The victors stood on the blood-stained street and announced something in their own language, and then dragged away their wounded and wounded companions.

After a short while, the soldiers from the city defense camp arrived. They hurriedly checked the scene and left indifferently. After the soldiers from the city defense camp left, nearby shops came out to clean the blood on the street, and even sprinkled some after they were done. face powder.

Wang Ping also learned from this incident that the city defense camp had the habit of sleeping in. Therefore, the fights that occurred in Haicheng in the morning were usually non-stop situations. At other times, they were basically motivated. However, sometimes the fights were bloody and the city defense troops came. Even if you are beaten, you will be beaten, but such things are rare.

"These people are so strange. Everyone's status tends to be neutral, but what they do is chaotic and disorderly. Why is this?" Yu Lian asked in confusion.

"You'll know later!"

After watching the excitement, Wang Ping walked out of the inn. The smell of fragrant powder on the street was very strong. This was the smell he smelled when he entered the city. He originally thought it was the fragrance of flowers somewhere in the city, but he did not expect that it was the fragrance used to cover up the smell of blood. pink.

Today is the time that he made an appointment with the shopkeeper of Shangdan Medicine Shop. When Wang Ping left the inn, he checked out of the room, picked up his luggage and went straight to the medicine shop. When he entered the medicine shop, he saw the shopkeeper from three days ago, a very capable middle-aged man. .

"Taoist Priest Changqing!"

When the middle-aged shopkeeper saw Wang Ping, he handed the customer in his hand to the boy beside him, then walked out from the counter and saluted Wang Ping, then pointed to the entrance of the backyard and invited: "Taoist priest, please..."

Seeing this, Wang Ping took out a copper coin and flipped it over as if playing with it. Then he was led by the middle-aged man to the backyard and entered a monk's room in the east courtyard that was filled with the scent of sandalwood.

"Duk duk duk" the middle-aged shopkeeper knocked on the door cautiously.

"Come in!"

There was a calm voice inside. As the middle-aged shopkeeper opened the door cautiously, Wang Ping saw a monk wearing light blue ordinary robes directly in front of him. He looked very young on the surface, with one eye closed. One opened, and the opened eyes had vertical pupils.

"Are you Yucheng's disciple?" the monk asked with a hint of urgency, and waved his hand to drive away the middle-aged shopkeeper.

"My master is Taoist Yucheng." Wang Ping replied respectfully.

"I am Yuan Zheng, give me my letter." The monk stretched out his hand.

"This…"

Wang Ping was a little dumbfounded. It was his first time delivering a letter and he was inexperienced. He didn't even ask what the messenger looked like, and Taoist Yucheng didn't take the initiative to tell him.

"Why are you so long-winded? You must have asked me to give you a bone, right?" "I'll be honest..."

"If you don't hide anything, tell me if you don't!"

"Yes!"

"That's alright, hurry up, I owe him this favor, which has made me neither eat well nor sleep well in the past ten years. Hurry up, give me the letter, I will finish the work soon, and you will go back to life soon!"

He looked more anxious than Wang Ping.

Wang Ping thought about it and no longer hesitated. He took off his luggage and prepared to take out the letter. Yuan Zheng became even more impatient when he saw this. He stood up from the place where he was meditating and wanted to do it himself, but after thinking about it, he sat down patiently. .

Not long after, Wang Ping found a letter from Taoist Yucheng. Before he could speak, the letter in his hand disappeared. When the letter came into Yuan Zheng's hand, he opened it and read it as quickly as possible.

After reading it, he let out a deep breath, stared at Wang Ping and looked him up and down, then waved and said, "Come here and let me see your body."

Wang Ping did not hesitate and gave a salute before walking over.

"That's a long way to go..."

Yuan Zheng murmured while putting his hand on Wang Ping's shoulder. The next moment, Wang Ping felt that he had lost control of his body, leaving only his useless consciousness wandering around. This shocked him. Fortunately, this feeling Just fleeting.

"Not bad, there is no erysipelas in the body."

Erysipelas is caused by monks taking excessive elixirs, and it can be eliminated through long-term practice.

After Yuan Zheng finished the inspection, he put down his hands and stared at Wang Ping and said: "The method of improving the root bones of Shangdan Sect was deduced by our ancestors based on pharmacology. In this process, you need to absorb a large amount of elixirs to make your body and My technique matches perfectly.”

"You will be in pain, but you must bear it. If you can't bear it, it may lead to failure and the body will be eroded by erysipelas." Yuan Zheng stared into Wang Ping's eyes and asked, "Can you bear it?"

"can!"

Wang Ping answered quickly.

Yuan Zheng stood up with a "hehe" smile, then pointed to the place where he was sitting a moment ago and said: "Go up, calm down and meditate!"

"Yes!"

Wang Ping saluted again, which made Yuan Zheng a little impatient. When Wang Ping was meditating quietly as usual, Yuan Zheng put his hand on his shoulder again.

"what!"

Wang Ping screamed, and then his body rolled back and forth uncontrollably, knocking the coffee table next to him to the ground. At this moment, he felt that all the muscles and bones in his body were twisted and pulled by a strong force. The pain made him forget everything.

Yu Lian and Wang Ping had the same mind. The moment Wang Ping felt pain, she wrapped Wang Ping's wrist hard, which seemed to be in pain.

After a while, Wang Ping finally regained his composure and looked at Taoist Yuan Zheng with some shame. Yu Lian also stared at him, intending to make a fierce expression, but due to Taoist Yuan Zheng's strength, she just glared at him and then said: Escape into the cuffs as quickly as possible.

Taoist Yuan Zheng smiled at Yu Lian's appearance, then looked at Wang Ping and said maliciously: "How is it? Do you still dare to say you can?"

Wang Ping was silent.

"Lifting your muscles and bones is equivalent to changing your life against the will of heaven. The pain involved must be self-evident. You don't think I can do it with just one spell, right?" Taoist Yuan Zheng said with a "hehe" smile, "What's next? Just live here, you have to get used to this kind of pain in the next half month."

(End of this chapter)