In a daze, Wu Ming felt like drinking from a sweet spring, like a swallow returning to its nest, feeling peaceful and comfortable. I don't know how long it had passed, but I felt that it would be good to continue like this.
But when this thought filled his heart, he suddenly woke up and jumped up, only to find that there was no trace of scars on his body. Even the discomfort before coma disappeared completely, and his whole body was filled with inexhaustible power.
.
It's actually at its peak, and it couldn't be better!
"here it is?"
Wu Ming slapped his forehead, his eyes became less vigilant, and he scanned his surroundings.
The spacious and bright room has an unobstructed view. The simple and rough decoration is not shabby, but rugged everywhere. It has a charm of simplicity and simplicity!
The only weird thing is that every appliance is extremely large.
Yes, it is big, and why is it such a big character?
Just like the bed under me, it is a stone bed that is about ten feet long. The rough edge of the bed still shows the marks of knives and axes, but it is like a miraculous workmanship, showing an indescribable sharpness.
There is a huge stone table next to it, which is also planed from a single huge stone. There is a stone bowl on it, which is like a regular washbasin. There are drops of crystal slag in it, and there is a light and refreshing fragrance of rice.
Wu Ming subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, and the aftertaste lingered on his lips. What he ate while unconscious must have been what was in the stone bowl.
What surprised him was that although he was not good at cultivation, the quite mixed life fire energy in the nine orifices of the body seemed to have been reorganized and had a unified trend, becoming purer than before.
More than several times?
You must know that this is a sign that the four realms of innateness, holding the essence and guarding one, are about to turn the true energy into the true essence!
He practices "Xiantian Gong" himself, and his true energy is purer than ordinary warriors. In addition, with the foundation of "Hunyuan Yiqi Jin", the energy of the five internal organs is integrated into one, and the intensity of his true energy is second to none in the same level.
Nowadays, even if it is not as good as the true essence, it is only a step behind. What is missing is the condensed liquid essence.
There is even a feeling that if he is willing now, it is even possible to directly condense the true energy!
"call!"
Wu Mingchang took a breath and suppressed his throbbing. The hand touching his heart suddenly froze, and his face looked extremely ugly.
Longyi is missing!
The only thing that made him feel relieved was that although the connection with Long Yi was weak, it was still there.
As a last resort, I could only wear a leather bag that could only cover my shame, and walked out of the door that was half a foot high. I was stunned for a moment.
As far as the eye can see, there is a small farmyard with stone rollers, dustpans, brooms, and even chickens and ducks competing for food, which look like poultry but are more than ten times larger in size.
But when I saw their food, I couldn't help but take a breath. It was a grasshopper or centipede with only a demonic aura. The auras of these chickens and ducks were not weak either. They were all demon kings, and even the leader.
The high-crowned colorful chicken is actually in the realm of the Great Demon King!
In other words, this is a group of monsters that are comparable to innates and masters!
In response to his appearance, Caiji didn't even raise his eyelids. He arrogantly pushed his way through the chickens, strutted around, and leisurely pecked at the monster insects.
"This move doesn't count, I have to make another move!"
Just when Wu Ming felt in a trance, a roar like thunder came from under an ancient tree outside the courtyard gate.
Looking around, I saw an old man with yellow hair, who was as tall as a man when he was sitting. He was hunched up, stretched out his black arms, and grabbed the chessboard with his big palm-like hands.
Opposite is an old man with a feather fan turban, fair hair and a childlike face, and a warm smile on his face. He is not at all upset by the yellow-haired old man's regretful move, but instead makes a few remarks. His gentleness and elegance reveal the confidence of not being surprised!
But the strange thing is that when Wu Ming stared again, he found that he couldn't see the old man's face clearly. Even when he walked to the door, he still couldn't see clearly.
There seemed to be a layer of clouds lingering on his face, and there seemed to be some special power blocking his sight.
But what shocked him was that Long Yi was standing on the edge of the chessboard on the stone pier, like a jade-colored turtle, crawling towards this side with great intelligence, poking his head towards himself.
But whenever he was about to climb out of the stone pier, he was pulled back by the yellow-haired old man, and he retracted his head in aggrieved manner, not forgetting to cast a 'sad' look at himself.
Without having time to think about it, he walked to the door and saw the old man with yellow hair yelling again.
"No, no, I can't play this game like this!"
It turned out that the yellow-haired old man thought he had made a good move, but unexpectedly, the old man in Confucian robes smiled and made a random move, leaving him scratching his head and scratching his head, but he couldn't find a way to solve it.
"oops!"
The yellow-haired old man was in a hurry to regret his chess. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Wu Mingzheng, who was looking curiously. He suddenly had a sly look on his face, his blue eyes rolled around, and he pretended to be angry, "I asked you why your luck is so bad today. It turns out that you let me
This kid has messed up, old scholar, this dish doesn’t count, it doesn’t count!”
Wow!
While the old man in Confucian shirt looked at Wu Ming, the yellow-haired old man pulled with his big hand, and the chessboard was immediately in a mess. He seemed to be a little anxious again, and his force was unstable, and he actually swept several chess pieces that were obviously made of extraordinary materials into dust.
The old man in Confucian shirt didn't take it seriously at all when the yellow-haired old man regretted playing chess, but he felt very sorry for the chess pieces. He immediately laughed and scolded: "You are an old man from the mountain. If you can't play chess, you can play chess. How can I know the same level as you, a village man in the mountains?"
,Why did you destroy my Qizhen?"
"ah?"
The yellow-haired old man became more and more embarrassed. He subconsciously paused with his palms, and with a series of pop-pop sounds, he smashed several chess pieces into pieces.
"You you..."
The old man in Confucian robes couldn't laugh or cry. He shook his feather fan, causing the former to scratch his chicken coop-like hair in embarrassment. A few fleas, as dark as a thumb, fell out.
The flea's belly was red and yellow, and its eyes were bright red. After landing, it exuded an astonishing aura, which was many times more powerful than the colorful chicken.
After seeing Wu Ming, his eyes shone brightly, but he didn't see any movement. The blood all over his body flashed, and the next moment he appeared in Wu Ming's ears.
"not good!"
Wu Ming's whole body was cold, as if he was being targeted by a terrifying beast, and he had no power to fight back.
Goo!
At the critical moment, a cry that sounded like a rooster or a phoenix was heard, followed immediately by a small, panicked scream.
Everything came to an abrupt end in an instant.
Wu Ming felt his scalp was numb and goosebumps all over his body. He stiffened his neck and turned his head to look. He saw the colorful chicken feasting happily, singing happily, flapping its wings and sending out five-color streams of light, covering the masses of blood.
It was a great pleasure to eat.
The flea-like ferocious insect had an extraordinary aura, was small in size, and had an astonishing speed. It was like a natural enemy and was eaten by the colorful chicken, whose aura was obviously much weaker.
What the hell is this place?
Just for a moment, Wu Ming was shocked to feel a chill on his back, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
The joy of escaping death and regaining all his strength suddenly dissipated, and he even felt like crying without tears.
If it weren't for the two unscrupulous old men who were watching the show, smiling and looking at this side, I'm afraid they would have cried!
"Junior Wu Ziming, meet the two seniors!"
Wu Ming was slandering in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He bowed and saluted almost humbly.
“The words don’t match the truth!”
"duplicity!"
The two elders gave their comments one after another, but they all revealed Wu Ming's inner thoughts.
Wu Ming immediately scoffed, feeling embarrassed.
No matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't bear to be exposed in person.
"The two seniors are so complimentary!"
Wu Ming didn't dare to get angry, so he had to bite the bullet and agree.
"Thick-skinned and shameless!"
The yellow-haired old man grinned widely, revealing a mouth full of rough yellow-orange teeth. There was no anger on his wrinkled black face, but more of a tease. His hands were not slow and he had already swept away all the chess pieces on the chessboard.
.
"You, ruined my Qizhen..."
The old man in Confucian shirt knew clearly that the other party was playing rogue, but he still felt sorry for his own chess piece.
"Humph, what nonsense chess pieces are, they're not as strong as my boy's shit. If you need chess pieces, I'll lend you the dung basket. There are plenty of them in the latrine, pick them up yourself!"
The yellow-haired old man didn't realize how indecent his behavior was, and he was full of filthy words, which made the old man in scholar's shirt shake his head.
"It's such a good thing. From your words... it's really..."
The yellow-haired old man was not ashamed, but rather complacent. He imitated the posture of an old scholar and gently stroked the not-rich yellow beard under his chin with his big hand.
Seeing the two old men making jokes, Wu Ming couldn't even get in the middle of the joke, because he was already stunned by the severed beards in the hands of the yellow-haired old man!
To the naked eye, the broken beard is countless times smaller than that of an earthworm, but once you observe it carefully with your spiritual consciousness, the astonishing and fierce spiritual pressure rushes towards you, magnifying it countless times, as if there are countless demons and monsters rushing towards you.
Where there was a broken beard, there were clearly several dragon pythons or dragons with terrifying auras, all of which were a hundred times stronger than Ao Liang, and only inferior to the Aoye Dragon Emperor that they had seen that day.
But in the hands of the yellow-haired old man, it was like an earthworm, twisting and struggling, whining endlessly.
It is precisely because of this that Wu Ming's touch was magnified countless times. He felt that the old man with yellow hair was really unfathomable, and how could the old man in Confucian shirt who was sitting with him playing chess be any worse?
"Old Shantou, please put away your petty thoughts. How can I explain to you for scaring this baby?"
The old man in Confucian shirt said displeasedly.
"Explain?"
Wu Ming came to his senses in shock.
"Humph, it's your business how to explain it, not mine! Besides, it's only natural to pay back debts. This guy now owes me a huge debt. It would be nice if he didn't knock his bones and suck out his marrow.
If you’re scared, you won’t lose a piece of meat!”
The yellow-haired old man wiped his chin nonchalantly, and those dragon pythons or dragons with astonishing auras turned into beards again.
"Hey, you old man, when did you learn the philistine ways of the Za family? Tell me, what do you want?"
The old man in Confucian shirt glanced at the chessboard distressedly and sighed helplessly.
Wu Ming was even more puzzled. He was sure that he had never met this old man, so why should he pay off his debt?
No, when did he go into debt?
I just dare to think about this idea in my heart!
"I'm a philistine? I don't mean to curse people like this. Who in the world doesn't know that I am the most down-to-earth person? I am just a farmer. I... am so angry!"
The yellow-haired old man quit and started shouting like thunder. Wu Ming's face turned pale from the shock, but his heart was bleeding and throbbing in pain.
Because the yellow-haired old man was noisy for a while, as if his mouth was dry, he grabbed a jade bottle and drank it hard. The golden-red liquid flowed along the beard, but did not fall, but was absorbed by the beard. (To be continued)