Zheng Chen didn't know that the stall owner had run away. He was paying attention to the situation in his body, constantly running the Red Flame Jue to refine the wine power in his body, and at the same time driving the spiritual power cyclone to release the fire spiritual power towards the reverse channel, facing the reverse channel.
The acupuncture points in the pulse were violently impacted, but only half an hour later, three acupuncture points had been opened.
However, although the speed is extremely fast, Zheng Chen is still suffering. Even though he has the power of Peiyuan Dan to protect the reverse vein, the reverse vein is far less tough than the Shun vein. Under the crazy intrusion of fire spiritual power,
The reverse pulse continues to expand, and a strong tearing sensation spreads throughout the body, which can be described as heartbreaking.
Fortunately, Zheng Chen's perseverance is also far beyond that of ordinary monks, and he also knows that he must persevere. After all, the power of wine is the strength in the wine, not an attack. After being refined, it is completely controlled by Zheng Chen's consciousness, which is not the case.
There was no chaos.
Many monks in the restaurant are watching Zheng Chen's situation, but even if they are monks in the Soul Gathering Stage, it is impossible for their thoughts to penetrate into other people's bodies. Only masters at the Golden Core Stage or above whose spiritual consciousness has begun to gain power can turn their thoughts into spiritual consciousness.
Able to penetrate into some things and observe them in detail.
As the power of the wine was refined and squandered into the reverse vein, Zheng Chen's expression became more and more gentle, but he was still in a state of cultivation, and his breath gradually turned from chaotic to calm.
The shopkeeper of the restaurant visited Zheng Chen once and knew that Zheng Chen had entered a state of cultivation, so he separated his seat with a screen and sent a waiter to guard the side to prevent anyone from disturbing Zheng Chen. Such service, naturally
It was also because of Zheng Chen’s status as a disciple of Luoxia Clan.
The monks from the Luoxia Clan often come to Zhengyangfang City. Everyone in Zhengyangfang City knows about the strength of the Luoxia Clan. No one dares to let the Luoxia Clan disciples have trouble on their own territory.
Zheng Chen sat for three days and three nights this time. In fact, on the second day, he had completely refined the power of the wine, but the fire spiritual power in his Dantian was too strong, so he had to continue to squander it.
After three days passed, Zheng Chen just woke up. After a little feeling, he found that a quarter of the reverse meridians had been opened. However, this section of the reverse meridians that had been opened was filled with fire energy.
The counter-vein, which is only suitable for wood-type exercises and wood-type energy, is occupied by fire-type energy. The situation is naturally not good. Zheng Chen quickly withdraws most of the fire-type spiritual power from the counter-vein and returns it to the normal vein.
Among them, the remaining small part can continue to temper the reverse pulse.
Under the influence of the fire spiritual power, although the reverse pulse was a little painful, it gradually became stronger after being stretched.
After feeling the situation in his body, Zheng Chen felt a little happy. It was originally expected that one Peiyuan Pill would only be able to open one-tenth of the reverse vein, but with the cooperation of the half pot of flame brew, the speed was actually doubled.
more than.
With such a plan, Zheng Chen no longer felt that the stall owner was hateful.
"I just don't know how much money this meal of food and wine costs. Not to mention anything else, the pot of flame brew alone is probably worth a lot of money, maybe even more valuable than a first-grade elixir." Zheng Chen thought with a wry smile.
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Looking at the surrounding screens again, Zheng Chen felt a little moved and secretly thought that this restaurant is very good at doing things.
After leaving the private room separated by the screen, the waiter guarding the door came close to him. Seeing that Zheng Chen was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had obviously been waiting worriedly.
"Where is the gentleman who came with me?" Zheng Chen asked the waiter as he went downstairs.
"Uh... that senior seems to be in trouble. He escaped from the window of the restaurant before, and there seems to be someone chasing him from behind. He must have been hunted by his enemies." The waiter replied truthfully.
Zheng Chen didn't ask again. After all, he didn't have any deep connection with the stall owner. It might be difficult to see him again in the future, so it wasn't worth paying attention to.
Zheng Chen glanced at his storage bag and found that his things and the metasequoia were there. Zheng Chen felt more at ease. But when he asked how much money he needed to pay in front of the cabinet, he originally had a smile on his face.
The corners of his mouth twitched a few times.
"Sir, the total of the wine and food you ordered will cost a thousand taels of gold. If you pay with jade, it only costs ten pieces of warm jade." The shopkeeper is an old man with white beard and hair, with withered fingers on the abacus.
After playing with it a few times, he said to Zheng Chen with a smile.
Until this moment, Zheng Chen suddenly felt that the reason why the restaurant took such good care of him was probably because he was afraid that if he died here, no one would pay for the meal.
A meal of food and drinks cost ten pieces of warm jade, and the Metasequoia Spirit Tree, a wood-type spiritual creature, only cost fifteen pieces of warm jade, which really made Zheng Chen's body hurt.
A thousand taels of gold is nothing, but Zheng Chen doesn't have that much silver, so he can only settle the bill with Wen Yu.
After settling the bill, Zheng Chen only had more than 70 pieces of warm jade in his storage bag. This kind of warm jade contains weak spiritual power and can be used to arrange some low-level formations and make magic talismans or jade boxes.
Things like this are also materials that monks in the world of cultivation prefer, so they can become generally equivalent among low-level monks.
Zheng Chen had just stepped out of the restaurant when he suddenly turned back and asked the shopkeeper: "Bring me three more pots of flame brew, and I will take them back to the sect to honor my elders."
The shopkeeper was startled for a moment, then asked happily: "How many years does the young master want the wine to be aged?"
Zheng Chen hesitated and said, "Fifty years."
In the past three days, Zheng Chen had to go through a lot of hardships to refine the fifty-year-old flame brew. If it was a hundred-year-old brew, he probably wouldn't be able to endure it. The hundred-year-old brew must be more than twice as strong as the fifty-year-old brew.
The shopkeeper did not hesitate and immediately ordered the waiter to go to the backyard to get the wine. At the same time, he did not forget to introduce: "In my opinion, the young master has been able to drink fifty years of flame brew without any problems. If the young master is filial to his seniors, he should drink it for a hundred years."
The aged ones are better. A pot of fifty-year-old flame brew requires five pieces of warm jade, while a pot of hundred-year-old wine only requires twenty pieces of warm jade."
Although it took fifty years of brewing, the price was four times higher, which really made Zheng Chen speechless. However, this flame brew was very useful for fire attribute monks, and it really made Zheng Chen extremely excited.
After drinking Lieyan Brew, supplemented by Peiyuan Dan, it does have a multiplier effect on cultivation.
Three pots of fifty-year-old flame brew required fifteen pieces of warm jade, and Zheng Chen still had sixty pieces of warm jade left. After hesitating for a moment, he also bought another pot from the shopkeeper.
Brewed with centuries of flames.
Zheng Chen estimated that once his reverse veins were opened and the wood-refining divine seal of the reverse veins reached the peak of the acupoint charging stage, he would be able to enter the spirit-gathering stage. By then, the century-old flame brew would be of great use.
After leaving the restaurant, Zheng Chen walked around the market again, but found nothing, so he left the market, took out the carriage from the horse post, and headed towards Wangxia Town with two horses galloping.
On the sixth night after leaving Shanmen, Zheng Chen stopped his carriage on the way to Wangxia Town.
The night was not dark, and there was still a bright moon hanging high in the sky. The summer night seemed rather gloomy.
The reason why the carriage stopped was not because Zheng Chen was tired, nor because the horse could no longer run, but because there was a man lying on the roadside. It looked like the situation was very bad. He was kind-hearted, so he stopped to take a look at the situation.
But when he saw the appearance of the lying man clearly, Zheng Chen's face immediately became a little ugly. Then he found that the man had died, but his ugly face was obviously filled with anger.
The person lying on the roadside was none other than the old man who was rescued by Zheng Chen from Qianji Carriage Shop.
But what Zheng Chen never expected was that the old man would actually die here at this time. Judging from his appearance, he might have been beaten before, but he was already dead, and there was still a vague look of pain on his face.
The old man in ragged clothes had scars everywhere on his body, and his face was bruised and swollen, looking extremely miserable.
"Since there is no body odor and the body has not rotted under such serious injuries, it must not have been dead for too long. This old man must be the murderer of Fatty Qian!" Zheng Chen thought in his mind.
When Zheng Chen got the old man's body onto the carriage, under the moonlight, he discovered a vague and scrawled word on the ground. After looking at it for a long time, he discovered that it was an unfinished "
The word "money".
In this way, Zheng Chen can be sure that the old man must have been killed by Fatty Qian.
"If I hadn't taken action that day, the old man would have been injured at most, and his life wouldn't have been in danger. After all, Boss Qian didn't have any deep grudge against the old man, and he still needed to extort his money. It was precisely because of me that I injured him.
He took that fat man's money and made it impossible for him to practice, so he would take revenge on that old man so viciously. Everything started because of me, and I want to see why that hateful fat man is so arrogant!" Zheng Chen's eyes were filled with fierceness.
Guang said angrily in his heart.
The horse galloped again, perhaps feeling Zheng Chen's anger, and the speed was actually much faster.
When it was just getting colder and the morning sun had not yet shown its face, Zheng Chen had already arrived at the gate of Wangxia Town.
What surprised Zheng Chen was that the entrance to Wangxia Town, which should have been relatively deserted at this time, actually seemed more lively, and there seemed to be a woman's sad cry.
Since the road into the town was blocked by many people, Zheng Chen could only get off the carriage. When he asked the townspeople to give way, he heard some words that made him even more angry.
"Hey, this little girl is so pitiful. Her father was beaten to death by that fat man, and her mother also died."
"Yes, even she was ruined by that fat man. She is only fourteen years old."
"There is nothing I can do. Who makes her family helpless? Fatty Qian himself is very capable, and there are clan members in Luoxiamen. Even the Wang family does not dare to offend him easily."
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After hearing these words, Zheng Chen squeezed into the crowd, only to see a woman whose clothes were torn to pieces. She was holding her chest with her hands, crying heartbrokenly.
Next to the woman, there was a dead old woman.
The woman was young, and her face still had a bit of childishness and youthfulness, but now it was full of helplessness, helplessness, sadness, despair, fear...
"Although Fatty Qian was arrogant before, he was rarely so bad. I don't know why he is so vicious this time."
"Don't you know, Fatty Qian forced this girl's father to work a few days ago, but he was severely injured by a young man. I'm afraid it was for revenge this time."
"That's right. Fatty Qian is considered a well-known figure in Wangxia Town. How can he be willing to swallow the anger of being beaten? He has always been the only one to hit others, so no one else can hit him."
"Her father may have gone to bring in reinforcements, but unfortunately I don't know if he can find that young man."
"Hey, it's not that easy. The young man is also a strong man with a strong cultivation base. He will probably never look back to Wangxia Town again. Besides, the young man didn't know about Fatty Qian's background before, maybe he will find out later.
, I already regretted taking action, and it is very likely that I have already gone into hiding."
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The more Zheng Chen listened, the more uncomfortable he felt. The woman's cries and the comments of the surrounding townspeople were like sharp swords, stirring in his heart. If anyone noticed him, they would find that his eyes were already bloodshot and his forehead was full of blood.
His veins were even more bulging, and his fists were clenched tightly, making a crackling sound.