The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 23 Three views are shattered
The next day, early in the morning, Zhang Jingyuan just got up and found that Zhang Meifeng was not only at home, but also stewed a chicken for him.

You said it's not a New Year or a holiday, why would you stew a chicken for him?

And you said it was to replenish his health?
No matter how hard he practices, he doesn't need to eat chicken to replenish his body, right?

This made Zhang Jingyuan really dumbfounded. Monk Zhang Er was confused, but he could only accept this rare and suffocating maternal love honestly.

The days of practice are always long and short.

It is obviously wrong and self-contradictory to use two completely opposite words, long and short, to describe the same thing.

But in fact, this is how spiritual practice feels.

When practicing, you need to be able to endure the energy, circulate your spiritual power over and over again, polish your divine body, and explore the ethereal Taoist rhyme from the visualization diagram, so as to explore the road to immortality in the world.

It's like this day after day, year after year, how come it's not long.

But briefly, when Baiju looked back after a gap, he found that a thousand years had passed, things had changed, people had changed, and the world had changed.

After practicing steadily at home for more than half a month, Zhang Jingyuan had to leave.

First, not only had the four spiritual stones he received from the Yamen been used up, but even the two spiritual stones ripped off Hu Guangfu's body had turned into nothing and became the spiritual power in his body.

In other words, he now only has more than 30,000 spirit coins and those two pills left in his body.

It's not that he forgot about the two pills, but he didn't take them because they had too many impurities and would be harmful to the body.

Therefore, he planned to go to Sanpoji, sell these elixirs, exchange them for spiritual stones, and then spend the spiritual coins he took from Hu Guangfu.

Although he had checked it several times with his spiritual consciousness, and all the marks on it had been removed by him, he was sailing the boat carefully, who knew whether he would make a mistake.

Once he was careless and carelessly spent his money in Yanyang City, if anyone wanted to trace it, they would be able to trace it to him very quickly.

But collecting flowers in Sanpo is different.

Sanpo Market is not a market in Yanyang City, but a market spontaneously formed by the monks at the junction of the three cities, three hundred miles away from Yanyang City.

In that market, there are all kinds of religions, ghosts and snakes. If the money goes there, even if An Qing comes there first, he won't be able to find out.

Furthermore, if he remembered correctly, there should have been an opportunity in Sanpo Ji in recent months. Although that opportunity was of little use to him, it would be good to exchange it for some spiritual stones.

When he cultivated, the consumption was really too great. Although the five spiritual stones given by the Dao Alliance each year were not many, they were still enough for monks below the third level of Qi refining. Most of the monks could rely on these few A piece of spiritual stone can reach the second level of Qi refining in one year.

Unlike him, consuming spirit stones is like drinking water.

After all, if the spiritual stones given to the middle-grade people are not enough, how can those low-grade people who only have two spiritual stones a year survive?
However, it has to be said that these six spiritual stones are still valuable. In less than half a month, in the cultivation column on the panel, his realm has become [Qi Refining Level 58: 200/ ], which is basically equivalent to the % to % effort in the pulse opening room that day.

As for why he spent six spiritual stones in the past half month to achieve 70% to 80% of the effect of eighteen spiritual stones that day.

the reason is simple.

He absorbed these six spiritual stones, using water-milling techniques to squeeze out the spiritual energy in the spiritual stones bit by bit. The spiritual stones would not be considered useless until the last drop.

But that day, he just swallowed the jujube, regardless of whether the spiritual energy was absorbed or not, he just filled it into his Dantian. After all, this opportunity was rare. After passing this village, who knew that the next time he would fight such a wealthy battle would be in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Furthermore, he has made rapid progress in the past half month. Who dares to say that it is not due to the contribution of those eighteen spiritual stones?

In just half a month, he has completed a quarter of the first level of Qi Refining. This speed cannot be compared with those of Tianlinggen, but compared with ordinary double spiritual roots, it is still better.

The second reason is that Zhao Mingyang finally succeeded in opening his pulse, and now he can proudly announce that he is now a serious first-level Qi refining practitioner.

To be honest, he was a little surprised by Zhao Mingyang's speed. No wonder he could become a foundation-building monk by helping Zhao Mingyang casually back then.

It can be seen from this that Zhao Mingyang's talent and understanding are not bad, but his spiritual roots are too bad. Otherwise, he can still make some achievements in the world of cultivation...

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but darken his expression.

"Brother Jing, aren't you happy for me? What do you mean by saying that I successfully opened my pulse in less than half a month?"

Noticing that Zhang Jingyuan's mood was a little off, and he was chirping on the side, Zhao Mingyang, who was immersed in the joy of successfully opening his pulse, couldn't help but ask. "Those who are not so useless among the rubbish can be called geniuses among the rubbish."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan said seriously.

"It doesn't sound good to be a genius among wastes. I'll just stick to my useless spiritual roots. When the recruitment is held next year, I will go to the Craftsman Hall to study for a few years and find a good job."

Zhao Mingyang rolled his eyes and said.

But when he talked about the craftsman building the hall, Zhao Mingyang's eyes already had light, and he was already looking forward to his future happy life.

Find an ordinary job, earn an ordinary salary, find an ordinary wife, have a few ordinary children, and then live an ordinary life. How can it not be happiness?
After a few more bickerings and a few more noises, Zhao Mingyang hurriedly urged Zhang Jingyuan to leave quickly. It was already three o'clock in the morning, and if it was any later, he might not even be able to reach Sanpoji.

At this time, Zhao Mingyang looked like a primary school student going out for a spring outing, with happiness and excitement written all over his face.

As soon as he left, Zhao Mingyang still had to make up a lie to his parents, saying that they had gone to play with their classmates, so they would not go home tonight, but Zhang Jingyuan didn't have this worry.

Just like a few days ago, when he went to find Hu Guangfu to trouble him, no matter how late he came back, Zhang Meifeng didn't bother to ask. Sometimes he even wondered if Zhang Meifeng would not be there at all if he left home for a few days. have no idea.

Although Sanpoji is three hundred miles away from Yanyang City, it is nothing to two young people who can already be called monks. It is not dark yet, and the tattered signboard of Sanpoji and Luanbaqi Oops, the extremely perfunctory wooden fence appeared in their sight.

In other markets, there may be a manager who collects some money when there is nothing to do, but there is nothing in Sanpo Market.

Although there are some regular stalls and even shops, it is obvious that they have no interest in repairing the infrastructure of Sanpoji.

Therefore, the word "order" really does not exist in Sanpoji. Killing people on the street is not a new thing. There is real lawlessness, and there are all kinds of monsters and monsters.

"Sanpo Market was actually a small hillside at the beginning. It was just a place where a group of monks secretly traded. Later, it developed and grew. More and more monks came, forming a market. This was called the Hillside Market, and then I don’t know why it was called Sanpoji, probably because the three cities are at the junction.”

Zhang Jingyuan briefly introduced the origin of Sanpoji to Zhao Mingyang, and then led him inside.

After walking in, Zhao Mingyang felt as if he had entered the Grand View Garden like Grandma Liu. Everything he saw was new and surprising.

Isn't that person wearing a black robe and exuding a cold aura really not a demon cultivator? Why didn't anyone catch him?
Didn’t we just say that as promised, everyone would be able to kill the demonic cultivator?
The eagle on the monk's shoulder is so beautiful and majestic.

what?
It was a monster, and it was an upper-level monster that could swallow him up in one bite.

And why are there still people selling people in this place?
Women wearing cool and revealing clothes were tightly tied by chains, and would be fiddled with by traffickers from time to time.

Watching the traffickers' actions, it is as natural as opening the outer packaging of the goods and displaying the goods.

On the contrary, Zhao Mingyang's face turned red and his heart was surging. He was feeling inferior and self-pitying, and felt that it was immoral to look at him, but he couldn't help but look over there.

"The women over there are not something we can mess with, let alone think about. They are driven by moral education and the so-called sense of justice in their hearts to do those so-called great things."

"I tell you, doing this is simply making fun of your own life. Your blood flowing here is not only unholy and ungreat, but also disgusting."

Zhang Jingyuan looked at Zhao Mingyang and warned him word for word.

Although he didn't think Zhao Mingyang would be so stupid, Zhao Mingyang was in the second grade of middle school at this time, and this was a dark side that he had never been exposed to before. Who knows if he could suddenly become passionate and cause something to happen. , he now does not have the ability to protect Zhao Mingyang in a place like Sanpoji.

Hearing this, Zhao Mingyang nodded repeatedly and promised that he would never do that.

Seeing Zhao Mingyang say this, Zhang Jingyuan was half relieved and relaxed a lot.

"Also, if you are really passionate, you can go to Sister Mei Hong. Don't worry, just say you have no money and she won't take any money."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Zhang Jingyuan pointed with a smile. Not far away was a woman in her thirties or forties, still charming, a mature woman, bored and leaning against the door frame of a dilapidated house.

"what!"

Zhang Jingyuan's words of tiger and wolf immediately caused a huge blow to Zhao Mingyang's weak spirit. His face instantly turned red, as red as the burning clouds in the sky, from his neck to his forehead.

I mentioned before that boys are always wet-tempered, and this kind of curiosity and even longing is engraved deep in the soul of every boy. They use this to prove to the world that they are already mature men.

But what Zhao Mingyang dreams of is a girl of the same age as him, who doesn't have to be too beautiful, but can be gentle, not this sister Mei Hong at this moment.

(End of this chapter)