Martial Cultivator Chapter 94: 5-jindan

The rain is pouring.

The streets and alleys were shrouded in mist and there were no pedestrians.

The surrounding buildings became hazy and blurry.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

"Uncle Zheng, I'm back!"

In front of a gatehouse, Wang An stood at the door, knocking on the door and shouting loudly.

The door is bolted from the inside. Except for violent means or climbing over the wall, only the person inside can open it.

He shouted several times, and when he heard Uncle Zheng's vague response at the door, he stopped and stood at the door waiting.

Not long after, the door bolt was pulled open from inside.

Zheng Bo raised his head and saw Wang An standing under the eaves. His face was suddenly full of smile: "Why is the young master back at this time?

Come in, come in! ”

While he was introducing Wang An into the courtyard, he was nagging: "Last night when I was sleeping, I felt my heart beating suddenly. I was afraid that something would happen to you, but I didn't dare to go to the Yamen to inquire, for fear of disturbing your life. Business.

I didn’t expect you to come back now.

That's great. ”

"I was just lighting a fire in the woodshed. Fortunately, the young master shouted loudly, otherwise I wouldn't have heard him.

I cooked some porridge and rice tonight, but didn’t prepare any vegetables.

There are also pickles in the jar, can the young master use some too? ”

"When I just came back, I had dinner with a few colleagues." Wang An shook his head, took out the meat buns wrapped in oil paper from his arms, and handed them to Uncle Zheng, "I knew when I was not at home , you are reluctant to eat it yourself.

I specially bought some meat buns in the store, and Uncle Zheng will eat them with porridge and rice. ”

"Hey, when the young master goes out on errands, he still thinks about the old slave. I don't know if it is the blessing that the old slave has accumulated over many lifetimes." Uncle Zheng took the oil paper bag and smiled with satisfaction.

I put a bowl of thin porridge on the stove, sat at the door of the woodshed, opened the oil paper bag and took out a half-eaten meat bun, and ate it with the porridge and soup.

Wang An watched Uncle Zheng eat the meat bun, then greeted the old man and went back to the bedroom.

The meaty steamed bun that he had eaten half of was mixed with Dangzhuo Dan.

This kind of elixir is usually taken by people, and it can protect the body from diseases caused by foreign evils entering the body for a hundred days.

It is especially suitable for elderly people like Uncle Zheng.

After all, at their age, a cold wind may kill them.

Go back to the bedroom and lock the door.

Wang An placed on the case one by one the elixir talisman bundle, a bulging cloth bag, and the spade-shaped helmet left behind after the death of the evil river god.

The elixirs and talismans were all introduced one by one by the White Donkey Immortal, and he did not look at them any more.

Skip it directly.

First I mentioned the cloth bag.

The bag is heavy and I don’t know what is inside.

He got it from Tang Yunhe.

Holding the cloth bag, a thought suddenly came to Wang An's mind: Could this be the so-called storage bag? After all, Tang Yunhe is also a practitioner, so he should have such treasures to store.

With a thought, Wang An tried to open the bag.

With a strong pull, the fist spirit immediately felt the weak fluctuations coming from the bag, and it disappeared in a flash.

The bag was immediately torn open.

What's going on with that fluctuation?

Wang An was thinking as he reached into the package.

It was like the scene of reaching into the stove in the Wubao.

He 'saw' the light flowing in front of him, forming a foggy space in an instant.

This space is as big as a water tank, and there are very few things in it.

Most of them are elixir bottles, wooden boxes and the like.

There are notes on each of them, indicating what exactly is in the container.

There are eight or nine bottles of Qi Restoration Pill.

Two or three bottles of Xiaohuan Dan.

The rest are medicinal powders of unknown efficacy such as 'Demon Refining Liquid', 'Lingji Dew', and 'Hun-Yang Powder'.

The things contained in the wooden box are even more bizarre.

For example, the left arm of a baby taken out from the belly of a pregnant woman who died in childbirth;

It happened that a man’s leg bone had been buried for at least three years under a 70-year-old locust tree in the mass grave;

A crow’s eyeball that has eaten dead people;

……

Wang An reluctantly picked out a few normal ones.

Such as earth tendon snake spirit root, stone marrow spirit milk, etc.

It is recorded in the Blood Marrow Record that if you want to achieve the state of "training your muscles like a bow, pulling the string with an empty bow, and using your dark strength to penetrate the sky and penetrate the Yang in ten steps", you need to take a "Wujin Dan".

It is made from five kinds of medicinal materials.

Among them are the Earth Vein Snake Spirit Root and the Stone Marrow Spirit Milk. The other three, including a 'Dragon-shaped Vine', can be bought at the drug store. The others have to be found by Wang An himself.

He wanted to reach the perfect level of Ming Jin where all six hundred muscles were exercised.

But now I have been unable to get what I asked for, so I can only ride on a donkey to find a horse, and first collect the Five Tendon Pills.

In the past, the other two medicinal materials would have been difficult to find for Wang An.

However, he is now a member of the Xuanji Mansion, so he can search and purchase these two medicinal materials in the mansion by virtue of his good deeds.

At the same time, I also happened to put these weird things left by Tang Yunhe to see if they could be sold.

This cloth bag of Tang Yunhe's is really a storage bag.

He speculated that the weak fluctuations he sensed when he tore the bag should be Tang Yunhe's spiritual imprint on the storage bag.

However, Tang Yunhe died, and his spiritual imprint was broken with just a tear.

The capacity of this storage bag is too small.

Wang An put all the valuables he had in it and it was filled to the brim.

But it’s better than nothing.

He picked up the last spade-shaped helmet and felt it carefully with his fist spirit. He didn't feel any abnormal fluctuations, so he put it aside for the time being.

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From what Wang An saw at that time, the head of the alien whose helmet was taken off had scales and feathers. I wonder if other aliens have similar appearance and characteristics to it?

This could be a clue to pursue.

In addition, before the evil river **** died, why did he take on an alien form and leave behind this helmet?

Could it be that aliens also fell into the river and died at that time?

On second thought, Wang An gained nothing because many clues were missing.

He was not discouraged and took out the last harvest of the trip from his arms.

——Grasshopper.

This straw grasshopper has experienced the baptism of vitality, thunder and lightning, and has no other changes except that it is more withered and yellow than before.

Wang An observed it with his fist spirit and found that the fluctuations coming from this object were the same as before.

Neither increase nor decrease.

He scrubbed grasshoppers, lost in thought.

"At that time, I wrapped the little girl with the spirit of my fist. She seemed to have a jade texture instantly, but I don't know if she was really absorbed into my spirit in the end?"

"Since I tried to wrap my real soul with the spirit of fist spirit, my spirit of fist spirit seems to have undergone some changes."

"Cui Yuanzhao's soul seems to have been taken away by my fist spirit..."

"Is this a change that occurs when the fist's intention reaches the level of generating light, or is it unique to me?"

"If it's only me, why do I have such a change?"

Wang Anlian thought that when his fist intention was at its strongest, eager to break everything and crush everything, his spirit seemed to be connected with the existence in the dark.

Is it the change that that being brought to my fist intention?

Is it the fusion of Jiang Liang's aura and my fist spirit that gave rise to this new change?

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