Time is long and there will be no pause because of anyone.
This year, Ji Longxiang was five and a half years old, with big eyes rolling around, extremely agile, showing the potential of a little naughty man, holding Zhang Wu's thigh and begging:
"Master, can you not take a medicinal bath today?"
"Can't."
Zhang Wu shook his head and sorted out the medicinal materials, held a delicate small scale rod as big as a palm, and weighed the medicine and said:
"Young people don't know that their health is expensive. When they are old, they cry when they are young. They suffer more today and suffer less in the future. Do you go to the pot yourself, or will your master throw you in?"
Ji Long's mouth was sagging, knowing that his master's will was unshakable, he had to walk towards the steaming pot of medicine.
The water curtain cave has been widened and is several times larger than before, and is very wide.
In the center is where Zhang Wu meditated and practiced. There are two floor furnaces in the back. On the left, there is a small cauldron pot on the floor furnace, and on the right, there is a barrel-shaped pot, which is enough to fill adults.
The black medicine soup in the two pots was bubbling, thick like medicinal paste, with amazing heat and extremely hot.
Zhang Wu added various rare medicinal materials to the two pots. The tripod pot on the left was prepared for Ji Longxiang, and the bucket pot on the right was given to himself, and even more ferocious medicines were added, such as scorpions, centipedes, snake gallbladders, etc.
He showed Ji Longxiang's face turned green, and his little face was so nervous.
He has Ji Mingyu's medical memory and various secret recipes in his mind, which can be called a natural saint of medicine.
But Zhang Wu's way of playing still made him frightened.
The black scorpion and the iron centipede were all captured by my mother from the mountains of the Great Wilderness. They were bigger than adult fists. If the scorpion tail was shot, the great master would be confused and might die of heart failure.
Zhang Wu is also competitive. He has integrated the three major body-protecting magical skills into one, and has also integrated many body-protecting methods he has obtained through traveling the world, creating a powerful body-refining magical skill - the Immortal Art.
And after years of research, I have come up with a secret recipe to match it.
However, the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine has been incomplete, and various medicinal poisons in the dark world are difficult to obtain. It takes too much manpower and material resources, and the Black Dragon Shadow Guard is so pale. Now that we have come to the Changsheng Sect, we have finally turned theory into practice.
Zhang Wu was looking forward to the bellows of the floor stove to boil the medicine soup in the pot even more fiercely.
"Deduce the secret recipe for marrow washing, the secret recipe for subduing the demons, etc. to a higher level, soak it again, practice these magical skills to the strongest, and finally integrate the prescription into the secret recipe of Immortal Art. If you continue to soak, you should be able to achieve it.
There is no situation where there is no future, right?”
Unprecedented is certain.
Zhang Wu dared to be sure that there was no one coming later, because no one would play like him, nor would he dare to waste time like him, ponder the details, and practice in various ways.
哪怕强如唐展,也不过三百年寿元,看着很长,实则过一天少一天.
Life is limited, and he has to fight for the day and night. He has to work hard to rush to the realm of breaking the void, realize more and think less about his body.
After all, no matter how strong your body is, you will still lie to death once three hundred years arrive.
Rebirth with the shell, change your body, and work hard in vain.
Everything you do must be cost-effective, and the same is true for practice. It seems that there are many choices, but in fact there is no choice.
Taking Ji Longxiang to take a medicine bath was just a regular act by the direct descendants of the major sect. He could not practice martial arts, but could only take medicine to enhance his physical fitness.
Chen Hongyue also grew up in a medicine jar. He washed hair and cut marrow, strengthened roots and bones, and accumulated resources. How could he be comparable to ordinary people in the world?
Although Mr. Chen is very vulgar, he is like Zhang Wu. He basically doesn’t commit suicide and fight in person, but uses all his tricks.
But if you really have to work hard and fight with your fists and feet, Chen Hongyue will definitely be overwhelmed with blood and pressure on the world, and I will be invincible.
Even Zhang Wu may not be able to do this guy at the same level.
He wants to take advantage of these thirty years to make up for his physical shortcomings, recast the foundation, and lay an invincible path for himself.
Only when you have a good body can you improve your level limit. The gods on earth are not so easy to achieve. Ji Mingyu's previous life failed to withstand lightning. She only lasted for a year and was forced to take away the shell and regenerate her daughter. This shows that his body foundation is still
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If you want to become a god in the human world, you will be struck by lightning. Even if Zhang Wu has a body of immortality, he will not dare to bet that he will be fine.
All he can do is to go beyond the limit and accumulate until he creates the ultimate body and is 100% sure that lightning strikes without any injury, and then he will try to impact the realm of gods on earth.
The Changsheng Sect has a dragon blood tree, which has an effect of more than a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine and is comparable to the Fulong Fruit. Zhang Wu opened two treasure boxes, took out two bright red and blood-dropping fruits, and threw one into his own pot.
Another one...
He squeezed some medicine into the pot and threw it into his own pot. His mouth was striking and said:
"You are still young and can't stand the strong medicinal power, so let your teacher bear this pain for you."
“…”
Ji Longxiang curled her lips like an adult.
Looking at the two boiling pots, there were nearly two hundred thousand-year-old spiritual medicines in it. Although most of the spiritual medicines will not be used up at once, one can be used many times, he was still worried and said:
"Master, we have such a bad method, and we have used so many thousand-year-old spiritual medicines to empty the sect's family. Sister Siyou said that many disciples have complained about me. There are 100,000 people from all over the sect to offer me one, so everyone will be
We have no soup to drink, and we have to defeat the Kui Mo Sect, but the treatment has not improved, and we have to tighten the belt to live. Are we too much?"
There are only so many resources, and if you use more, others will use less.
Even if you are the ancestor of the sect, you can't go too far, otherwise you will be free from your own will and yours will be yours. Why should people hang out with you?
In the entire Changsheng Sect, only Ji Mochou and a few elders knew that Zhang Wu existed. The disciples below only thought that all these resources were given to Ji Longxiang. The sect leader was too much. Your son was a human, so we were not humans?
In life, no one can do whatever he wants, and there are no inexhaustible resources for the gods on earth.
Like Ji Mingyu, even if she is determined to cast the strongest body and raise her upper limit, she has to consider the sect, make herself the only one, break the sect and become a lonely person. Are you not going to take the shell and be reborn next time?
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If you have a wave of flow, you have to surrender to reality.
“终究还是自己徒弟,把姬龙象搞臭了,以后再想让他顶缸,搞长生宗的灵药,可就难了.”
A muttered in his heart, Zhang Wu said:
"Forget it, I have ten magical skills and five secret recipes of elixirs, all of which are not available in the Changsheng Sect. So I will pass them on in your name and all of them are replaced by spiritual medicine."
Zhang Wu took out a piece of ancient jade from his arms, closed his eyes and gently stroked it, injecting his own spiritual power into it, forming a surround with shadows and throwing it to Ji Longxiang.
"Thank you, Master."
The little guy smiled happily.
At this moment, Zhou Longci came back with a big bag of Fulong Fruit.