Chapter two hundred and twentieth seventh meeting the benefactor again
I don't know how long it took before Zhan Chen woke up. As soon as he woke up, he felt pain all over his body.
At this time, I heard a surprised cry from the side: Ah Chen, you finally woke up.
He turned around and saw Yin Meiru standing next to him, still holding his palms firmly with a pair of jade palms, looking at him with concern.
Zhan Chen was stunned for a moment. He remembered everything that had happened before. After a long while, he asked Yin Meiru on the side: Mei'er, how long have I been unconscious?
You were in a coma for three days and three nights. I was worried to death.
Zhan Chen looked at her serious look and was moved from the bottom of his heart. He thanked her: Mei'er, thank you so much.
Don't talk too much, you need to rest
No need, I'm going to get up soon. Zhan Chen gritted his teeth and sat up, starting to look inside his body.
He discovered that the true essence in his meridians had been divided into two distinct factions. One was the sharp gold true essence that he had trained hard for a long time. This part of the true essence fit perfectly with his body and was integrated into one.
However, on the other side is a kind of dark and turbid true energy. They are stubborn and powerful, and can even stabilize Ruijin's true energy.
Zhan Chen tried to mobilize the sharp gold essence in his body, hoping to expel these evil essences from the body. However, these evil essences were like gangrene attached to the bones, clinging to the meridians, and Zhan Chen could not mobilize them.
they.
He was cruel and gathered the sharp gold essence in his body, separated out a small piece of the dark demon essence, and wanted to concentrate on annihilating it. However, this caused a strong rebound from the dark demon essence. They and the sharp gold essence
Yuan once again had a fierce conflict in his meridians.
The result can be imagined. Waves of heartbreaking pain came from his meridians. Zhan Chen couldn't help but scream again, sweating like rain.
Ah Chen, what's wrong with you? Yin Meiru felt distressed and asked quickly.
I'm fine. In order to comfort her, Zhan Chen forced himself to smile.
You are like this. If you have nothing to do, Zhan Chen, you should give up. Listen to my father and practice magic skills instead. Haven't you already read the Holy Book of Demons? Yes, just practice it. It is the best internal skill and mental method at the earth level.
Yin Meiru couldn't help but persuade.
No, I don’t know how to practice magic.
Why isn't everyone happy with this? My father won't make things difficult for you anymore, and we can be together. Yin Meiru couldn't understand what Zhan Chen was thinking.
Zhan Chen's heart was in confusion and he said perfunctorily: Meiru, can you please let me be quiet for a while?
Yin Meiru also knew that he was upset now, so she stopped talking.
After sitting for a while, Zhan Chen felt that he was getting more and more tired of sitting. Now he was lying on the hospital bed like a disabled person, so he simply got out of bed.
Yin Meiru was surprised and said: Zhan Chen, what are you doing?
I want to get out of bed and get some fresh air.
I helped you and Yin Meiru wanted to help him.
No need, Zhan Chen put away Yin Meiru's hand, stood up and went out.
Outside the door is the garden, which is very beautiful. Bathed in the sun, the fragrance is astonishing and the fallen flowers are colorful. However, Zhan Chen’s heart cannot feel beautiful. Instead, he laments why the flowers are so delicate. A gentle gust of wind blows, and they are
Then it withered.
Isn't this the same as myself now? I can't make any progress in my cultivation, and I can't mobilize my true energy. Isn't it also a kind of decline?
After feeling sentimental for a long time, he finally calmed down, turned around and said to Yin Meiru: Meier, thank you for your life-saving grace and for taking good care of me for so many days. I want to go down the mountain and relax for a few days, okay?
But you are still very weak, I'm worried
Don't worry. If you relax for a while, I might recover. Zhan Chen forced out a smile and comforted her.
Well, I'll give it to you
After leaving the Saintess' Peak, Zhan Chen went straight to the Martial Arts Pavilion and spent many days searching for information, hoping to find a way to dissolve the dark demon's true energy, but unfortunately to no avail.
He returned to his home again, stayed in seclusion in the training room for a few days, and tried again to resolve the dark demon essence, but still failed.
Moreover, he also discovered that the density of the dark demon true essence injected into him by Yin Xuehai was much denser than the true essence he had cultivated. They were devouring the sharp gold true essence in his body. In this way, he would become a complete evil spirit in a short time.
Demon cultivators, even murderous demons.
Thinking of this, he was completely desperate and left Shadow Peak and Moluo Sect, wandering aimlessly and feeling gloomy all day long.
Zhan Chen felt like he had only a body left, walking on the streets like a zombie, but he still couldn't stifle the pain and regret in his heart, so he had to find a mental anesthetic.
Finally, he found wine. Yes, although wine could not completely relieve his pain, getting drunk and sleeping could at least alleviate the pain for a while.
So Zhan Chen spent a lot of his Yuanshi on buying wine, and he bought the best wine and the strongest wine, because if the wine is too weak, you will not be able to get drunk.
However, as the saying goes, if you cut off the water, the water will flow more, and if you use wine to drown your sorrow, it will become more sorrowful. It is true that it is not painful when you are drunk, but it becomes more painful when you wake up, so you can only get drunk again, and you can only get drunk again.
sink.
In the end, Zhan Chen didn't know how far he had walked or how much he had drank.
On this day, he wandered into a small town and walked on the street. Pedestrians gave way to him one after another. There was even a child who was held tightly in her arms by her mother. She even frightened her child: Get away quickly, this person is crazy.
Neuropathy
This sentence strongly hurt Zhan Chen's self-esteem. He subconsciously went to a street stall along the street and picked up a mirror on it to take a look.
What was reflected in the mirror was a homeless man with unkempt hair, a pickled beard, and blood-red eyes. His original handsome image had completely collapsed, as if he had aged dozens of years. He couldn't help but smile sadly: I have become so decadent.
Is it to the extent?
After cheering up, Zhan Chen continued walking forward, planning to find a hotel to stay in and wash up and tidy up.
Passing by a wine shop, he was attracted by a shouting sound.
Old poor guy, get out of here, you look so poor and want to come into our store to buy wine and scare away all the customers.
Zhan Chen followed the sound and saw a shabby old man with half black and half white hair, entangled with the clerk. There was a wine gourd stuck in his waist.
At first glance, Zhan Chen felt that the old man looked familiar. After a closer look, his dull eyes suddenly shone with light, and the dusty memories were opened.
After searching for him for thousands of times, he suddenly looked back and found that man in the dim light. How many times did he want to find his benefactor's whereabouts and repay him, even if it meant kowtow to him and say thank you.
But there are no clues at all. The funny thing is that just when I was most frustrated and down, I met my benefactor again. Can't it be said that this is fate?
At this time, the old drunkard smiled calmly at the waiter and said: "Young man, just sell me some wine to eat. I haven't had any wine all day, and my whole body feels like it's crawling with ants. I feel uncomfortable."
Get out of here! The clerk was so angry that he raised his foot and kicked the old drunkard's leg hard.
Naturally, he didn't need to be afraid, because in his eyes, the old drunkard's cultivation level was pitifully low, only 30% of that of a martial artist.
Ouch, the old drunkard suffered this kick, and immediately fell to the ground, covering his legs and screaming, and said: Young man, you have kicked me before, please sell me the wine this time.
The clerk folded his arms and said proudly: "Okay, I'll sell you a medium-grade Yuan Stone for a bottle of wine, are you willing?"
It's too expensive, I don't have that much money.
How many do you have?
I only have a few taels of gold.
As expected, he is begging for food, why don’t you give it to me quickly?
Wait for his drink money to come out, Zhan Chen said loudly behind them.
The waiter glanced at Zhan Chen and sneered: Another poor beggar. What the hell is going on today? It’s so unlucky.
Stop looking down on people and take a closer look at what this is. Zhan Chen took out a shiny high-grade Yuan Stone from his Qiankun bag and waved it in front of the clerk's eyes.
The waiter's eyes were wide open and his mouth was so wide that he could have stuffed an egg into it.
Go and bring out a few jars of the best wine in your hotel. I have a lot of Yuan stones here. Zhan Chen said as he took out a few high-grade Yuan stones from the Qiankun bag.
Okay, man, my mouth is drooling.
Didn't you ask me to beg for food just now? Zhan Chen couldn't help but stab him.
Hey, all the rich are my, the young man said with a disapproving smile. Then he walked into the store, and not long after, he brought out several jars of fine wine.
Zhan Chen turned around and said solemnly to the old drunk: Senior, please.
Hehe, you're welcome. The old drunkard's eyes turned green when he saw the wine. He picked up a jar in one hand, turned around and walked away happily. Zhan Chen took the remaining wine with him and followed him.
The two of them walked towards the outskirts of the city, one after the other, and came to an unoccupied shabby house. The old drunkard put down his wine and was about to enjoy it, when he saw Zhan Chen kneeling down and knocking himself down with a plop.
He rang his head three times and said solemnly: Senior, thank you for helping me restore my cultivation. Zhan Chen really has nothing to repay.
But the old drunkard opened his own wine gourd, picked up a jar of wine, and poured it into the gourd. At the same time, he seemed to be saying to himself: I, the old drunkard, have long forgotten what happened in the past. Now I only know that today I have wine and I am drunk today.
Zhan Chen raised his head and said solemnly: "Senior has forgotten it, but I will remember it for the rest of my life. I can't express your kindness enough."
Okay, young man, give me the jars of wine you bought. By this time, the old drunkard had poured both jars of wine into his own wine gourd.
Zhan Chen couldn't help but be startled, and said with a smile: "Okay, so he took out the jars of wine and gave them to the old drunkard."
The old drunkard poured them into the wine gourd one by one. The magical wine gourd was like a bottomless pit, and it could hold no matter how many jars of wine there were.
Zhan Chen was not surprised by this, because he had long believed that his senior was a hermit master, maybe a powerful Taoist, or even a little greedy, and the key to solving his problems lay with him.
Sure enough, after the old drunkard finished drinking, he looked back at Zhan Chen for a while, nodded and praised: Well, not bad, really good. The little martial arts disciple in the past is now a strong martial king, but your body has a few
Quite weird
When Zhan Chen heard this, he was so excited that he almost shed tears. He quickly said: Senior, I hope you can give me some advice.