The fifty-ninth chapter of the simple concept of the chief
Yu Ziqing talked about a lot of recent events and also talked about his speculations about the Baiyang Evil Sacrifice. Lao Yang could immediately understand why Yu Ziqing asked.
After reading the letter, Li Chang was studying the ink beside him. Lao Yang held a pen between his hooves and began to write freely.
There are indeed many ways to restore your arm.
If you were a ninth-level physical practitioner, a broken arm would be considered a minor injury at most and you would be able to recover on your own.
Or if you have awakened the corresponding magical power before, this kind of injury is also a minor problem.
In fact, if the friend Yu Ziqing mentioned didn't mind changing his race, it would be very easy to starve to death and recover immediately. The way of the hungry ghost is quite promising at present. Although the first batch of people to leave,
There is no previous experience, but as long as you don't go astray, you will definitely have a bright future.
But since Yu Ziqing asked him, it was obvious that the guy with a broken arm might not want to change his race at the moment.
Lao Yang thought for a while and began to write down a method to regenerate a broken arm. The best thing is of course to take the Intermittent Pill. The highest grade Intermittent Pill can grow back like the original one. Unfortunately, it is not suitable for the poor, so it is just
Able to write affordable versions.
After writing four or five kinds of books in a leisurely manner, Lao Yang continued to write the nine methods of seizing a body, covering all recorded types. Of course, this is just an introduction and there is no specific method.
He does know a few specific methods, but he doesn't dare to write them down casually. This kind of method is taboo and can easily cause trouble.
I don’t dare to write about the techniques for seizing a body, but I can just write about how to prevent it. In Daqian Langya Academy, there are several defensive techniques for this kind of thing, and I dare to use them as teaching materials.
Yu Ziqing had been away from home for so long, and it took a lot of effort to send him a letter and ask him for advice. Lao Yang quickly tried his best.
It's so lonely in the village. These villagers are good at everything but don't want to pay attention to irrelevant things. Unlike Yu Ziqing, who is very curious and wants to copy all the useful and useless knowledge in his head.
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In the past, there were many people who were so eager to learn, and sometimes he was a little annoyed. Now there is no one in the village, but he feels uncomfortable all over.
Especially these guys in the village, they don’t want to hear useless knowledge. They know how to train, fight, get beaten, dig, and eat every day...
Everything he learned, except for body training, which he was least good at, was of no use whatsoever.
After finishing writing, Lao Yang felt that it was not enough, so he attached some things that he thought Yu Ziqing might use, and also attached a few more things. He felt that Yu Ziqing's level could be practiced, and it was very powerful for beginners.
Secret technique.
As for these secret techniques, they consume a lot of money and may have some side effects. For a physical practitioner like Yu Ziqing, this is not a big problem.
The secret techniques of refining qi and refining the spirit are added, and finally some practice methods of the true meaning of martial arts are added...
It is impossible to go out without suffering any hardships, so it is necessary to provide more protection.
Li Chang watched nearby with his eyelids twitching. What is Lao Yang going to do?
"Why are you bothering with that? It's better to grow the Jinlan mushroom as soon as possible, let him train his body, and advance to the immortal realm as soon as possible. By then, there will be no need to practice any secret skills, and no one can beat him to death."
"hehe……"
Lao Yangpi is too lazy to talk to such an old villager.
Nine levels of physical cultivation?
What are you thinking about? Da Gan, who has the largest number of monks, is now a ninth-level physical cultivator, and he is not even a member of the Da Gan court.
The headmaster shook his head and took the time to continue practicing.
Li Chang is not as knowledgeable as Lao Yang, and his knowledge reserve is not as good as Lao Yang, but he is far more focused than Lao Yang on some things.
Since his declining Qi and blood slowly recovered, Lao Yang said that his accumulation in this life can be compared to the accumulation of a monk who can enter the Tao normally. At least he can advance to the seventh or eighth level without any obstacles.
Level nine is not impossible.
From then on, Li Chang had a very simple idea.
Train your body well, and one day advance to the realm of immortality. If it can be higher, then it will be better.
In the past, when the wasteland was still normal and he was not that old, if anyone in the outside village bullied someone in his village, he would first go and give the other villagers a beating, so that the other person would be honest.
It looks different now, but the chief feels that it is still essentially the same. If Yu Ziqing is bullied outside, it doesn't matter if he doesn't know the specific situation. He just needs to go over and hammer the strongest and highest-status person in the opponent's force.
Just pause.
So now Li Chang has a high enthusiasm for cultivation, can endure loneliness and boredom, has a peaceful mind, and is neither arrogant nor impetuous. This mentality is far beyond what a young person can compare with.
After practicing for a while, Lao Yang finished writing furiously. The headmaster put the letters in order and watched as Lao Yang blew out a breath of evil spirit and sealed the letters. He took the letters and disappeared.
The mayor did not let the hungry ghost in the locust forest deliver the letter. He wanted to go there in person and meet the person who delivered the letter.
The thick layer of fallen leaves in the locust forest immediately dispersed automatically when Li Chang approached, revealing a path.
His figure turned into an afterimage, quickly walking through the locust trees. Wherever he passed, some hungry ghosts were specially controlling the locust trees, pulling out the roots from the ground, and moving aside to make way for the leader.
, even if he was smashed by this human-shaped dump truck, he could only recognize it by pinching his nose.
After a while, Li Chang appeared at the edge of the locust tree forest with surging energy and blood.
The Yima officer is still waiting here, thinking that if he gives one drop the first time and two drops the second time, he will make a profit next time.
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw a locust tree in the locust forest hurriedly pulling out its thick roots and moving to the side.
After just a few breaths, I saw a deep red light deep in the locust forest. The power of the burning Qi and blood was so strong that the surrounding temperature skyrocketed.
In the blink of an eye, the postmaster saw a thin old man appearing outside the locust tree.
The old man looked around and when he saw the postmaster on the ground, he immediately smiled.
"This must be the postmaster. I'm ready to work."
The director handed the letter to the other party and then took out a box.
"There are some freshly fried gadgets here. They are our specialty and are not available elsewhere. You can try them out."
The postmaster's head began to sweat, firstly because of heat, and secondly because of fright.
Being so close to a body cultivator with such a strong energy and blood power, and at such a close distance, his maximum speed that can burst out in a short period of time may not be as good as that of the opponent.
Of course, he didn't think the other person had any malicious intent, but if the other person's hair accidentally touched him, he might die.
"No hard work, no hard work, it should be."
The postmaster took the letter and stuffed the box into his sleeve. Without daring to say a word, he disappeared in an instant.
The commander wanted to say a few more polite words, but the stagecoach officer had already run away. He looked at himself and thought about the stagecoach introduced by Lao Yang. He felt that he might be a little impatient and scared the other party, so he should go slower next time.
Be polite, it never hurts.
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More than a day later, the postmaster returned again and delivered the letter to Yu Ziqing.
Before reading the letter, Yu Ziqing readily gave him two drops of sweet rain.
"Thank you for your work. This is considered as a budget for next time."
The postmaster smiled happily and immediately forgot about his previous fright. He took the money before doing any work, and it was a pleasure to give it to anyone.
Thinking that there would be more in the future, the postmaster opened his mouth and swallowed these two drops of sweet rain.
In an instant, I saw his brows furrowed slightly, his little faces squeezed together, and then with a hiss, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of black water.
After the black water fell to the ground, it turned into a ball, rolling and squirming. After a few breaths, the black water slowly condensed, and a hole suddenly opened on its surface, and a small black hoof poked out from inside.
Immediately afterwards, a skinny, pitch-black foal, less than an inch tall, emerged from inside.
The foal stood up, galloped around the postmaster, then rushed to Yu Ziqing's side, stepped on Yu Ziqing's legs, ran upright, galloped back and forth around Yu Ziqing's shoulders, and rubbed against him from time to time.
Rubbing Yu Ziqing's cheek.
Yu Ziqing stretched out a finger, and the dark pony immediately rubbed its face against his finger.
After thinking about it, Yu Ziqing took out another drop of nectar, stretched out a finger, and handed it to the little pony.
The little pony refused to refuse anyone who came, swallowing the drop of sweet rain in one gulp. Its body, which was originally less than an inch tall, also grew a little, and its belly became round.
When it was full, the colt immediately jumped down, returned to the postmaster, and lay down quietly against him.
The stagecoach officer touched the colt's head and smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his teeth.
"I also have a horse. I have to be promoted when I go back. I can eat whatever I want."
“Next time I’ll deliver the letter for you for free, once, no, twice!”
"Do you have a companion mount?" Yu Ziqing was surprised. He had never heard of this, and neither did Lao Yang.
"Of course there is, otherwise why is it called a Yima? Every Yima may have its own partner, but in the past, only our clan leader had one, and now I have one too."
The postmaster was smiling so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth from ear to ear. He walked up to Yu Ziqing, and one of his hands suddenly turned into a horse's hoof, which imprinted on Yu Ziqing's arm, leaving a mark.
"Next time you want me to help you deliver a message, you can use this to summon me. I've sensed it and will come immediately. Now I have to go back."
"Okay, congratulations, you also have a horse."
The postmaster put away the newborn foal and disappeared instantly.
We returned to Dali all the way and came to the East Palace, where the prince was reading a book.
"Your Highness, you summoned me to deliver a message?"
The Prince of the East Palace looked at the postmaster, and when he focused his gaze, he saw the dark and skinny little pony falling down from the postmaster's sleeves.
"Hey, you also transformed into a companion mount?"
"Lucky, lucky, I met a very, very good person." The postmaster couldn't help it and couldn't hold his mouth in laughter: "Your Highness, where are you sending the message?"
"It's not urgent to deliver the letter. Can you tell me what's going on first?"
The postmaster did not hide anything, and told him that Yu Ziqing asked him to help deliver a letter home.
"You didn't enter the Jinlan Mountain forbidden area, but did you see the people there?"
"Yes, I have seen you." The postmaster was very honest, and then shook his head: "But Your Highness, I was just helping Brother Qing deliver letters home. Who I saw, but I can't say. It was you who sent it to where."
I guessed it myself, it has nothing to do with me..."
As the postmaster said this, he felt a little embarrassed and said coquettishly.
"Can you please stop asking me? Besides, I feel sorry for Brother Qing."
The prince smiled, stretched out a finger, and tapped the stagecoach officer's little head.
"You, you have been bribed by someone. Okay, I won't ask anymore. However, next time you help him send a letter home, you must have free time and you must not break the rules."
"Of course I understand this. I am the postmaster of Dali." The postmaster nodded repeatedly.
The prince smiled and shook his head. She would not take it seriously with these little guys.
She also understood the significance of the Yima clan and the second companion mount to these little Yima.
The leader of the Yima clan was born from the bones of a long-lived flaming dragon horse king, and his accompanying mount Pegasus also consumed a trace of true dragon essence and blood before he was born.
The postmaster in front of me didn't hug his thighs and didn't let go, and he was willing to come back immediately when he was summoned. He was very simple-minded.
"Okay, you send a secret letter for me to General Xihuang."