After a cultivator takes the elixir, if the elixir reaches the fifth level, there is still a chance to perfect the elixir embryo through practice and advance to the third level, second level, or even the first level. However, it will be much more difficult to improve it the day after tomorrow.
Just like a baby with congenital deficiencies, missing eyes and ears after birth, although it can be repaired through acquired repairs, after all, it is different from normal people, and the success rate is very low.
After listening to Hua Buyi's explanation, Zhang Jun said: "Master, isn't he very powerful now? As long as you work hard, you can achieve the first level, and then go all out and step into the magical realm, haha..."
Suddenly seeing Hua Buyi roll his eyes imperceptibly, he immediately closed his mouth, knowing that his idea was a bit simplistic.
Hua Buyi sighed softly and said: "Zhang Jun, if he hadn't been injured secretly, he would have been able to hold the elixir for twenty years as a teacher. However, if he had taken the elixir at that time, the elixir would have been at most a fourth-grade elixir, and probably a fifth-grade elixir. What a blessing."
Misfortunes depend on each other. If it hadn't been for my twenty years of hard work and twenty years of diligent pursuit, I wouldn't be able to achieve the second-grade elixir I am today."
Zhang Jun was still a layman in alchemy, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense. He thought of the young man who injured Hua Buyi, opened his eyes and said, "Master, who is the young man who injured you?"
Hua Buyi waved his hand and said: "When the time is right, I will tell you. Now you just need to practice with peace of mind and don't ask about other things."
Zhang Wu looked at Zhang Jun and Hua Buyi at this moment. He finally understood that Zhang Jun was responsible for Hua Buyi's ability to hold the elixir. He felt excited in his heart, and finally stared at Zhang Jun and said: "Brother,
You have to help me, brother, I just touched Hua Jin, and I also want to know what it feels like to be in the alchemy realm."
Zhang Jun did not speak, and Hua Buyi snorted coldly: "Zhang Wu, before you are forty years old, you have no hope of elixirs. Don't be too ambitious. Practicing honestly is the right way."
Zhang Wu felt a chill in his heart and said quickly: "The boss taught you a lesson."
Once the breakthrough was made, one can imagine Hua Buyi's inner joy. He was in the mood today and asked Zhang Wu to prepare wine and food. The three of them sat down and talked about drinking. He told them some martial arts anecdotes and strange stories about the world, and the two of them listened with great interest.
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In the meantime, when talking about the Sword Immortal Situ Xing, Zhang Jun couldn't help but interject: "Master, what level of Situ Xing's pill is it? Why did I owe you my life in the first place?"
"Only you know how high the level of the elixir is. When others see you as a master, they can only know that you have already held the elixir and cannot tell whether you are high or low. Unless there is a life-and-death confrontation, you can only know it in an unreserved battle." Master explained, "However,
Master knows the details of Situ Xing, he is a third-grade alchemy master."
Then he talked about a legend in the world. Fifteen years ago, Situ Xing was only twenty-six years old, while Hua Buyi was already forty-six years old. At that time, Situ Xing had already taken the pill, and it was a third-grade pill. In addition, he had a
His swordsmanship is unparalleled, so he earned the title of Sword Immortal and became famous in Greater China.
But this man was young and energetic, so he approached the young man who injured Hua Buyi and had a decisive battle at sea. There was no third person watching the battle, and outsiders only knew that Situ Xing was injured.
He was seriously injured at that time. His meridians were shattered, his internal organs were cracked, and even the vertebrae on his back were exposed. But he was worthy of being a ruthless man. He walked hundreds of miles to find Hua Buyi and asked him to treat his injuries.
Hua Buyi used his wonderful skills to bring the Daluo Divine Needle and the Nine Strengths of Medical Dao to the highest level. It took half a year and countless rare medicinal materials to restore Situ Xing to his original state.
After hearing this legend, Zhang Jun's thoughts were ups and downs. He thought that the masters of Danjin were indeed terrifying. They were all fierce men who stood at the pinnacle of human physical strength. The master had really good intentions when he invited three of them to lay the foundation for him.
Now, he wants to ask the swordsman Situ Xing to teach him swordsmanship again, and he has a deep gratitude to his teacher.
He was grateful in his heart and stopped talking for a while. He just poured wine for Hua Buyi silently and continued to listen to him telling anecdotes about the world.
After drinking enough wine, Hua Buyi said: "Zhang Jun, Situ Xing is a very interesting person. When you learn the 'Flying Immortal' move tomorrow, as long as you can learn the airs, he will definitely be curious in his heart, and maybe he will always be there."
Keep teaching."
"People like Situ Xing were sword immortals in ancient times. His nickname is well-deserved. His swordsmanship is unique and is not inferior to any swordsman master in the past and present. It is a rare blessing that you can get his guidance."
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Zhang Jun nodded: "Master, don't worry, when has my apprentice ever let you down?"
Hua Buyi smiled. Zhang Jun's left eye was extraordinary. To put it bluntly, it was a "Buddha's eye." Buddha's eyes could see through the mortal world and the universe. Naturally, they could also see through the mere mortals.
The next day, Hua Buyi took Zhang Jun and flew to Kyoto, arriving at Kyoto International Airport two hours later. After leaving the airport, the master and apprentice found a hotel nearby to stay temporarily while waiting for Situ Xing.
At the international airport, a Boeing 787 from the United States landed. Among the people getting off the plane, there was a young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit. He looked very handsome, but his expression was indifferent, and his eyes never seemed to focus. He walked slowly and calmly.
Get off the plane.
At the airport pick-up port, a dozen people with a large number of bodyguards behind them stared at the exit with nervous expressions. When they saw Situ Xing, they all shouted loudly regardless of their identity: "Mr. Situ! Mr. Situ!"
Hearing the cry, the young man's eyes finally regained focus. Suddenly, two sharp sword-like eyes tore through the space and shot towards everyone. The bodyguards felt their spines go cold, and their blood seemed to freeze for a moment.
The dozen or so high-ranking people who were preparing to pick him up were even more stunned. They stood there like wooden blocks, unable to say a word.
The young man was Situ Xing who was coming to the mainland. He glanced at the person who picked him up and ignored him. Instead, he walked to the taxi parking area. After waiting for more than ten minutes, he got into a taxi and said to the driver
Said: "Shuimu Hotel."
At Shuimu Hotel, Hua Buyi and Zhang Jun were sitting in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. Zhang Jun didn't drink the tea provided in the hotel. This time he came out to get a tea set and a bag of tea.
That tea set was very old. Zhang Wu spent a lot of money to get it, but now it has been taken over by Zhang Jun. As for the tea, it was also top-grade tea that Zhang Wu was reluctant to drink. According to him, only national leaders could drink it.
Zhang Jun provided the tea set, asked the waiter to brew it, and then waited slowly. While waiting, Zhang Jun turned his eyes and discovered an acquaintance, Song Shiping, who he had met in Pingyuan, and was from the Eighth Bureau of National Security.
Zhang Jun found that Song Shiping was sitting not far away, and had been observing through the floor-to-ceiling windows a bad old man who told fortunes under the bridge opposite. The old fortune teller's business was obviously not very good, and his eyes were looking around nervously, as if
He was afraid that the city management would suddenly appear and drive him away.
Zhang Jun curled his lips and thought to himself that Song Shiping was too busy to pay attention to such a bad old man.
Hua Buyi also followed Zhang Jun's gaze and saw the bad old man. He frowned slightly and then said, "Zhang Jun, go find him and figure out your future."
Boss Zhang Jun was not happy: "Master, you look like an old magician at first glance. It would be a waste of time to go there."
Hua Buyi said calmly: "Go."
Zhang Jun didn't dare not listen, so he left the hotel obediently and walked slowly towards the bridge. Passing by a newsstand, he bought two packs of Zhongnanhai and asked, "Boss, is the old fortune teller in front of me accurate?"
As soon as Zhang Jun mentioned the old man, the middle-aged man selling the newspaper had a look of contempt on his face and said: "Little brother, you must not go, that damn old man is a big liar, look at the palm and it's eighty, take a look
Faces are worth a hundred dollars. If you ask him to measure the characters, it will cost you two hundred dollars less. If the calculation is accurate, the price is not high, but that old guy has never done accurate calculations."
The newsstand man started talking, but couldn't hold it back for a moment and continued: "This morning there was a woman who took her nine-year-old son to see a photoshoot. What do you think the old liar said? He said that the child was pregnant with his younger brother.
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After saying that, he laughed: "What are you talking about? This is nonsense!"
When Zhang Jun heard this, he became curious. He thought that even if he was a liar, it would be too outrageous to make up such a story. Is there something wrong with this old man?
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and walked over. When he got under the bridge, he directly put two packets of "Zhongnanhai" on the table and said carelessly: "Old man, tell me your fortune."
He didn't want to do the math at all, thinking that it would be best for the old boy to refuse, so that he could save some money.
Unexpectedly, the old liar didn't even look at it, so he said: "Stretch out your hand and let me take a good look at it. If you like it, I won't take any money. If you don't, I'll give you five hundred yuan."
Zhang Jun twisted his nose in anger, Old Man Xiong! What kind of truth is this?
The bad old man had already held up Zhang Jun's right hand. He only glanced at it and then said, "My dear, your palm reading is rare in the world. If you have the opportunity to become a Buddha and become an ancestor in the future, it's no small matter!"
Zhang Jun definitely didn't believe this when he said it a few days ago, but now that he knew he had the left eye of the Buddha, he was surprised when he heard this and said: "Old man, are you good at seeing it now or not?"
The bad old man said with emotion: "You are a ruthless person who became a Buddha and became an ancestor. Of course the old man can't see it well. He can only take a rough look at it, so you have to give me five hundred yuan."
Zhang Jun's shock just now was instantly thrown out of his mind. "Haha" he sneered, "Just because of your words, I have to give you five hundred yuan?"
The old man finally raised his face. In Zhang Jun's opinion, this face was really miserable. It had a face like dried orange peel, triangular eyes, windy ears, and only three or five burnt-yellow back teeth were missing.
With the oil-stained green cloth robe and the messy bun stuck in with chopsticks, he looked like an old lunatic from the ancient slums.
The old liar rolled his eyes: "I made an agreement, but it doesn't count for five hundred yuan, and you agreed. What, do you want to cheat?"
Zhang Jun deliberately touched his body, took out a total of one hundred and eighty-three yuan, put it all on the table, and said, "That's it."
The old Taoist quickly put the money into his sleeve, and then sighed: "People are becoming more and more unkind nowadays. Even an old man like me who has five guarantees owes money. It's so wicked."
Zhang Jun was so angry that he said: "Old man, who are you talking about?"
"I'll tell whoever owes you money." The old liar turned his head and said with contempt.
If the other party hadn't looked so decrepit, Zhang Jun would have really wanted to go up and punch this old guy. After looking at the old liar again, he shook his head and quickly returned to the hotel.
When they arrived at the hotel, Hua Buyi asked, "What did the old man say?"
Zhang Jun looked depressed and said: "That old guy said that I am the material to 'become a Buddha and become an ancestor'. It's really a joke."
Hua Buyi did not smile. He thought for a moment and said, "As a teacher, I always feel that he looks like the same person."
Zhang Jun was shocked. Anyone whom Hua Buyi could recognize was definitely not an ordinary person, so he asked, "Master, who do you look like?"