He excitedly carried a small white bottle, lit an oil lamp, and came to the big tree in the courtyard. This tree came into being by knocking it down. When he was a child, he stood in front of the tree.
Measuring his height and looking at the traces on the big tree that were cut by tiles and then scabbed, he thought of his grandmother who he had grown up with and who had just passed away from a serious illness not long ago.
The doctor in the town said that grandma was suffering from a serious disease, evil spirits had entered her body, and she was too old to be cured.
Touching the traces on the tree, he was about to drip the liquid from the small white bottle onto the root of the tree, but when he lowered his head and looked, the scene in front of him shocked him.
I saw many green spots gathering at the mouth of the small white bottle. These spots were like dim fireflies, gathering from all directions near the bottle mouth toward the inside of the bottle. The originally white bottle body was now actually
A dim yellow light emitted.
"This is……"
Zhang Cong tried to catch the light spots with his hand. Unfortunately, the light spots had no entity and could not be grasped at all. However, he felt a very comfortable feeling near these light spots. It felt like soaking in hot water in the cold winter of 1949.
It's hard to describe the broken feet.
Seeing that the light spots were gathering more and more, he quickly pointed the oil lamp at the mouth of the bottle and looked inside. Unknowingly, the liquid in the bottle showed signs of rising.
"Could it be said that this little white bottle can absorb the moon's spiritual energy, and these light spots are the spiritual energy it gathers?"
As soon as this idea came to mind, Zhang Cong quickly brought the small white bottle into the house. As soon as he entered the door, the light spots around the bottle quickly dissipated, and when he crossed a threshold, the light spots quickly appeared again and gathered at the mouth of the bottle.
Looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Zhang Cong became excited. He originally thought that the liquid in this small white bottle was just a one-time consumable. It seems that as long as there is a moon at night, the spiritual liquid in it will be continuously supplied?
Originally it was used to water the tree, which made him feel a little distressed, but from this point of view, he had nothing to worry about at all, so he poured the remaining half bottle of spiritual liquid under the apple tree.
After a few seconds, the green liquid quickly disappeared in the soil, and the roots of the trees made a "squeaking" sound. The bluestone bricks in the courtyard near the roots of the trees also suddenly swelled. After the roots absorbed the liquid,
It expands and grows rapidly, arching up the green bricks.
It's summer now, and the fruit trees are lush and leafy. Generally, they can only bear fruit after autumn. But at this time, flowers are quickly growing on the branches of the fruit trees, and buds are blooming on the branches below the flowers. In an instant, a wave of
The strong fragrance of pollen spread in the courtyard, and the next scene surprised him even more. Originally there were just a few withered buds, but now they actually produced several eggs-sized fruits. As time went by, the fruits grew.
Grows at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was originally a pear tree. The largest pears it usually produces are the size of a palm, but at this time, the pears have grown to the size of two fists and have not stopped growing! The branches are bent by the hanging pears. If
No matter how big it is, it may fall to the ground.
Zhang Cong was sweating at this scene. In any case, these pears cost half a bottle of liquid to produce. Wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources if they fell to the ground?
Finally, after a few minutes, these fruits stopped growing, and each fruit grew to a weight of two kilograms, twice the size of an ordinary pear.
Ripe pears have a unique fragrance, and along with the floating pollen, the yard is filled with a refreshing atmosphere. Looking at the tender pears, Zhang Cong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, picked one, and couldn't help but bite it.
Take a bite.
When the pear entered his mouth, the rich juice burst in his mouth. The sweetness was ten times that of ordinary pears. He had never tasted such a delicious pear before! It was juicy in his mouth, and the sweet juice wrapped around his teeth and tongue. He swallowed it.
My body feels very comfortable.
Zhang Cong ate up two fist-sized pears in two mouthfuls. If it weren't for the sour pear core, he would have swallowed the pear core raw.
After eating a lot, he felt full. Looking at the thirty to fifty pears on the tree, he picked one after another. He ate so much that his stomach became unbearably bloated. He stopped eating only when he couldn't bear to eat any more.
He lowered his head and looked at the small white bottle.
It took nearly half an hour to eat these pears. Within half an hour, two or three more drops of spiritual liquid appeared in the bottle.
It seems that my guess is correct. As long as the bottle is placed under the moonlight, it will continuously collect spiritual energy and convert it into spiritual liquid.
And the spiritual liquid can continuously provide nutrients to plants...
Looking at the house from a distance, if this is the case, what does a two-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum count? As long as the green hills are there, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. As long as there is a small white bottle, even if it is a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in an acre of land, he
You can also grow it!
At this moment, Zhang Cong suddenly felt a discomfort in his body.
It felt like I had bloating after eating too much, but it was itchy all over.
This kind of itch comes from the bones, from the top of the head to the toes, like a hundred insects gnawing...
Could it be that he was poisoned? Zhang Cong was extremely panicked. He regretted his rash move. He had known that he could not eat so much at once. It was nourishing at first, but then his body started to hurt, like a red iron.
It hit his body, and it hurt so much that he broke out in sweat!
He couldn't help but screamed and rolled on the ground. The pain made him feel like he had jumped into Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace. Immediately afterwards, a layer of black sweat appeared on his body.
The sweat is wet and slippery on the hands, has a slight viscosity, and exudes a fishy smell.
"I'm not going to die..."
"Ah! It hurts..."
suck……
hiss……
He gritted his teeth and almost broke his front teeth!
After struggling for half an hour, the itching and pain gradually disappeared, and my body became sticky, and the linen robe on my body turned dark brown, as if I had just rolled in a mud pond.
The severe pain left him with no extra strength. He stood up holding the big tree while panting. While breathing heavily, he wiped the sweat. As soon as he wiped it, he suddenly felt something different.
He immediately illuminated his right hand with an oil lamp. The hand that used to hold the hoe heavily was now extremely clean. The layer of calluses on the palm of his hand disappeared and was replaced by a piece of skin as smooth and tender as a baby.
"this……"
He quickly lifted up his trousers, and there was a scar on his right calf, which was caused by falling down the mountain behind him when he was a child.
At this time, it disappeared, and he felt extremely light.
"Marrow cleansing?"
Frowning, these two words immediately appeared in Zhang Cong's mind.
Standing up from the ground dripping with sweat, Zhang Cong found that his body was full of stench. The smell was almost like crawling out of a septic tank.
Zhang Cong once heard others mention the word marrow cleansing.
There are some martial arts sects in the town. The first thing the disciples do after entering is to cleanse their marrow and expel all the impurities from their bodies, so that they can be reborn.
I ran into the house, looked at my face with a bronze mirror, and found that I had turned into a black clay figure. The thick layer of black toxins covering my skin was so sticky that I scooped it out from the water tank.
After washing his face with a cup of water, he found that his skin was smoother and more tender than before, and even a few beards had disappeared, as if he had looked several years younger in an instant.
Seeing this scene, he suddenly became excited. This bottle is a treasure. He didn't expect that the fruit grown with spiritual fluid could actually cleanse the marrow. If he eats more, will he... also become a warrior?
Growing up, Zhang Cong had only heard people talk about there being a martial arts sect called Xuanwu Sect in the town, which recruited new disciples every year. It was said that Xuanwu Sect was deployed in the town by a martial arts sect called Xuanjian Sect.
The annual task of the collateral branch is to select and train seed players, and after a period of time, send the most promising new disciples to the sect.
He just thought about this idea, because it is not easy to be favored by the Xuanwu Sect. Some sects look at age when selecting, and they must all be children under ten years old, so that the basic skills can be solid; secondly, they must
Look at the spiritual roots.
Spiritual roots are something that is carried in the mother's womb, and it is rare to find one among ten thousand people. Obviously, it is even more impossible for someone like me to have muddy legs that grew up from climbing in the ravine, and besides, I have already passed my age.
Although you may not be able to enter the Xuanwu Gate, eating this fruit regularly will definitely have the effect of prolonging your life.
"Tomorrow, I will sell this Ganoderma lucidum, pick the fruit and give it to Xiaohua to try. She loves pears the most!"
I was thinking about it, and suddenly a feeling of tiredness came over me.
The process of marrow washing was too painful. Although his physical condition had become much stronger after undergoing marrow washing, Zhang Cong was now in a state of collapse and urgently needed rest. After simply scrubbing his body, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning the next day that Zhang Cong was awakened by a loud noise in the yard.
Sitting up from the bed suddenly, the first thing he thought of was the small white bottle. He hurriedly touched his pocket and found that the small white bottle was still there. He breathed a sigh of relief. He touched the pillow and stuffed the small white bottle under it.
He put on his straw sandals and walked towards the courtyard.
In the center of the yard were seven or eight villagers, all neighbors of Zhang Cong's house. Looking at the open door, Zhang Cong was slightly annoyed, "Who asked you to come to my house casually?"
"Hey, Zhang Cong, when you were playing at such a high level, your aunt watched you grow up, but now I won't even let you into your house?"
"Why, do you still have a mountain of gold in your house?"
The second aunt is a neighbor who lives on the east side. She became a widow 20 years ago. It is true that she has watched me grow up since I was a child. When my grandmother is busy, she often goes to her house to eat. Zhang Cong's neck is red.
, said speechlessly: "Second Aunt, of course you can enter my yard if you want, but they..."
"Xiao Cong, you really can't blame us for this. We saw swarms of flying insects swarming towards your yard early in the morning. We thought something happened at your house! We knocked on the door for a long time this morning.
, you couldn’t afford to knock on me no matter what, so I called for help to pry open your door, but as soon as I entered the yard, I found all these flying insects swooping on your tree!"
The second aunt pointed at the pear tree in the atom and said.
"Flying insects" is the dialect of this area, which generally refers to mosquitoes such as bees and butterflies. Zhang Cong rubbed his eyes and looked up the tree. The scene in front of him suddenly made his heart tremble. I don't know when, on the pear tree,
It was actually densely packed with insects, the branches of the pear tree were blooming, and some butterflies and bees were squeezing over their heads to fight for the flower stamens.
As for the pears, there were also layers of black pests hanging on them, which were gnawing at the pears. After a while, most of the pears had been eaten. A few birds hovered in the sky from time to time, and sometimes swooped down.
He pecked at the insects on the tree and left after eating and drinking.
He was immediately stunned by the strange sight in front of him.
