After meditating until dawn the next day, more than three thousand low-grade spiritual stones were reduced to ashes. Zhang Cong's sea of consciousness was filled again, and after being stimulated by depletion and dryness, the once again filled sea of consciousness actually expanded a lot of space, faintly
There is momentum for a breakthrough.
The shining Dao Sword hangs above the sea of consciousness, enjoying the transpiration of spiritual energy. It flashes a brilliance from time to time, which not only makes the entire sea of consciousness full of vitality, but Zhang Cong's expression does not look like he has not eaten for two days.
The sleeping person was in great spirits and showed no sign of fatigue.
This time, when the oil ran out, the lamp dried up, and then the wood came back to life again. The two gaps not only stimulated Zhang Cong's sea of consciousness and spiritual consciousness, but also made a major adjustment to his entire body. It was like a major blood exchange, and Zhang Cong's whole body was completely transformed.
The meridians have all been cleaned, and many impurities and dirt accumulated over the years have been forced out of the body as the spirit is introduced into the body. At this moment, Zhang Cong's whole body exudes a stench, which is worse than the last time he washed his marrow.
Still serious.
Zhang Cong smiled bitterly and shook his head, took off his clothes, stood up, opened the door, and walked into the yard.
The breeze blew the branches and leaves of the mulberry trees in the courtyard, making a rustling sound. Clusters of purple-black mulberries glowed with purple light as the green leaves swayed.
Zhang Cong threw the bucket into the old well, filled it with a bucket of well water, and washed his body carefully. He unexpectedly found that all the injuries he suffered during the fight yesterday were all healed, and there was not even a scar on his body. At this moment, his body was
His body turned out to be fair and clean, exuding crystal white light in the morning light.
Zhang Cong looked at his injured chest and arms in surprise, then touched his face. With a suspicious look on his face, he took out a pair of clean clothes from his storage bag, put them on, and walked back into the room.
The small porcelain bottle on the bedside had stored a little spiritual liquid after a night. Zhang Cong took the small bottle and walked to the mulberry tree. He looked at the purple mulberries and said with a smile: "Xiaohua, this is your favorite mulberry. I will eat it right away."
A surprise for you."
After saying this, he dropped two drops of crystal spiritual liquid onto the mulberry tree.
I saw that the mulberry leaves and mulberries all over the tree suddenly grew like crazy. The whole tree suddenly doubled in height. The mulberry leaves that were originally as big as my palm became like cattail fans, and the ears were purple.
The black mulberries actually grow longer than the corns.
Zhang Cong opened his mouth and looked at the mulberry tree in front of him. He was frightened. He imagined the expressions of Xiaohua and Aunt Cuihua when they looked at the mulberries. Zhang Cong chuckled and threw away the cleaned storage bag. After a while,
, all the mulberries in the tree were picked, enough to load a large truck.
After packing his things, Zhang Cong went out and walked up the mountain. His goal was Heilong Town. He wanted to buy some gifts for Xiaohua and also inquire about the Wang family.
In the black pine forest in the northwest corner of Heilong Town, there is a wooden building with a peculiar shape. It is no more luxurious than the luxurious cornices, arched jade and red railings in the town. This three-story wooden building is more like a weird statue.
The entire floor is almost made of black pine and thick wood. There is only a huge door and two round windows. From a distance, it looks like an ugly human face, so many people in the town call this place the Ghost Face Building.
But no one knows that this weird and ugly ghost-faced building is not only a sophisticated mechanism building, but also a notorious shadow hall in the world.
In a quiet secret room, three men covered in black robes sat cross-legged on futons, forming a triangle around a crystal jade platform. The dense spiritual energy was turning into a cloud of colorful mist, slowly transpiring, and was covered by the three men.
Inhaled into the body.
If Zhang Cong saw it, he would definitely be shocked from ear to ear, because on the jade table, countless spirit stones were used to form a spirit gathering array.
Suddenly, on a wall lit with oil lamps, the two oil lamps in the third row jumped for a while, and finally the lights flickered and went out together.
The three people stopped practicing almost at the same time. The first man in black robe said in an old voice: "Third brother, go check what happened. Two people in the late stage of weapon refining suddenly died together. Could it be the blind Zhu Zhu?"
Is it the evil hand of Brother Ji?"
The next man in black robe nodded, stood up and left the secret room.
Another man asked doubtfully: "Boss, do you think it's a foundation-building monk? But according to the rules of Xuanjian Sect, monks above the foundation-building level are not allowed to take action without authorization. Who knows who in the hundreds of miles around would be bold enough to rush?
To get into trouble with the Xuanjian Sect?"
The old man pondered and said: "I'm not sure, so I asked the third child to check it out. With the cooperation of Thunder Stone and Flying Squirrel, it is difficult for ordinary foundation-building monks to resist, unless they are besieged by a large group of late-stage qi-training masters.
Otherwise, how could they both die?
Maybe there is that foreign foundation-building monk who doesn't understand the rules here and takes action to destroy the lives of Thunder Stone and Flying Squirrel. If so, even if we don't need to do anything, he can't escape the death of the elder of Xuanjian Sect Jindan. We are waiting for a good show.
Bar."
In a luxurious guest room, a middle-aged man with a big belly was lying on the Arhat bed. Several young women in half-dressed clothes were constantly tanning and rubbing the man's fat body.
Opposite the big bed, the third master of the Shadow Pavilion's Dark Hall, who was wearing a black robe, was bending down to face this pig-like man with a respectful look on his face.
The man squinted his eyes, ate the grapes fed by the maid, and asked softly: "Are you saying that your two monks who are at the peak of the late stage of weapon refining suddenly went out?
In this place with a radius of hundreds of miles, if the foundation-building monks don't take action, who can quietly destroy you two masters? It won't be your own shadow pavilion who takes advantage of it, right?"
The third hall master's face tightened, and he quickly lowered his head and bowed: "Elder Jin, you are aware that although our Shadow Pavilion has a bad reputation, the rules of the pavilion are strict and there has never been any case of killing each other. Do you think it's that blind foundation-building monk?
The evil hand behind it?"
Elder Jin opened his small eyes, and two rays of light were like two knives, scraping against the third elder's face, almost causing blood stains on his face.
The third elder hurriedly saluted: "Elder Jin, don't blame me. It's just students who make wild guesses. Everything depends on the elder's decision."
Elder Jin narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Within a radius of a hundred miles, even a mouse can't escape my ears. Do you think there are as many foundation-building monks as carp crossing the river? How many sects and families around here are there?
Don’t you know about this foundation building?
What's more, our Xuanwu Sect is guarding this place for Shang Zong, how dare we not do our best? If there were new foundation-building monks, Xuanwu Sect would have already registered them in the register and reported them to the Sword Sect.
We don't care if the qi-training kid fights or gets killed or injured. But if that person dares to break the sect's rules, don't blame me, the Xuanwu Sect, for being unkind."
Xuanwumen!
A branch faction directly under the Sword Sect, dedicated to exercising the rules on behalf of the Sword Sect!
On weekdays, he is responsible for collecting intelligence. If there is a breakthrough among the monks, the Xuanwu Sect will immediately report it to the Xuanjian Sect! There is almost nothing that can escape the ears of the Xuanwu Sect, big or small within a hundred miles.
To put it nicely, it is a branch, but to put it bluntly, Xuanwu Sect is a sharp blade placed by Xuanjian Sect in the market! Anyone who does not follow Xuanjian Sect will be killed without mercy! Among them, Xuanjian Sect has a rule, that is, those who are above the foundation building stage
The monks are forbidden to kill people at will.
Foundation-building monks are a rather terrifying existence.
If a foundation-building monk takes action at will, it is likely to bring extremely bad consequences!
The third hall master bowed obediently and exited the room, wiped his sweat, went downstairs and went straight to the Wang family in the east of the town.
In the medicine garden, Zhang Cong was sitting in a broken jade pavilion, watching the small porcelain bottle crazily absorbing the spiritual energy of the elixirs in the medicine garden. He shook his head unconsciously. The spiritual energy accumulated in the past ten days was not enough for this bottle.
Now the herbs in the entire medicine garden have almost begun to dry up, and almost all the essence of the herbs has been absorbed by the small porcelain bottles.
Zhang Cong hurriedly took back the bottle with a wave of his hand. When he looked down, he saw that only half a bottle of green spiritual liquid had been accumulated in the bottle. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "You have a good appetite, but where can I find so many spiritual springs for you to drink from?"
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The small porcelain bottle flashed and slipped into the storage bag. Zhang Cong shook his head with a smile and walked towards Qinglong Town.
Yuwei Hall, the main hall of the Wang family, at this moment Wang Chenyang is respectfully accompanying the third hall master and sitting down, but the high-ranking head of the family's chair is empty. Wang Chenyang does not dare to show his authority as the head of the family in front of this moody third hall master of the Shadow Pavilion.
After half the tea, Wang Chenyang asked with a smile: "Why did the third hall master condescend to come to the house? If you have something to say, Chen Yang will go to the Black Tower to visit you."
The third hall master turned his thin golden face towards Wang Chenyang, stared at him with two eyes and asked: "Have you seen Lei Shi and Elder Fei Shou from my Shadow Pavilion? These two people were sent by my Shadow Pavilion to help you take revenge, but
Is there any good news?"
Wang Chenyang was stunned: "Have the two elders not gone back to clear their tasks? They left my palace yesterday morning and went to Ganoderma Village. Why haven't they come back yet? What else could go wrong when dealing with a little qi-training thief?"
The Third Hall Master's skinny face twitched, and he cracked his lips with a smile: "What a little qi-training thief, but I didn't expect that there was a hungry tiger hiding in the small ravine, and it injured two of my elders."
Wang Chenyang's eyelids twitched: "How can the third hall master say this? Could it be that the two elders were actually injured by that little thief?"
The third hall master looked at Wang Chenyang and said, "It's not just an injury? Half an hour ago, the soul lamps of Lei Shi and Fei Shou were extinguished, and the people were already dead."
Like a thunder, Wang Chenyang was stunned and speechless for a long time. After a while, he grabbed the hand of the third hall master and asked: "Is what you said true? How is this possible?"
The third elder dropped his robe sleeves, stood up, looked at the panicked Wang Chenyang and cursed: "You're a useless thing. You can't even find out any information. You've killed two elders of my Shadow Pavilion in vain. Just take care of yourself."
After scolding, he flicked his robe sleeves, stood up and left Wang's house.
Wang Chenyang was stunned for a long time with his eyes wide open, and suddenly shouted: "Butler."
Outside, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar walked in quickly, bowed and stood beside Wang Chenyang.
"Hurry up and find out what is going on! Isn't Zhang Cong in the Qi training stage? Has he broken through the foundation building stage? In addition... focus on checking whether he has expert help!"
"Wait a minute... Immediately send a message to the second uncle Fei Ge, telling him that something big has happened in the Wang family recently. Immediately prepare enough gold and silver elixirs and spiritual stones, and follow me to Ghost Face Tower."
The butler was stunned and asked thoughtfully: "How many gold and silver items do you think is appropriate to prepare?"
Wang Chenyang glared: "How much is appropriate? This is to ask Ying Pavilion to take action to save the lives of dozens of members of the Wang family. What do you think is appropriate?"
After Wang Chenyang gave instructions to the housekeeper, he whispered: "Go and talk to your fourth and fifth uncles in the back, and tell them that Fei Shou and Lei Shi in Shadow Pavilion were killed by that kid from Ganoderma Village, so they can be prepared."
The butler's face was startled, and he quickly stood up and hurried out of the door. Wang Chenyang scolded with a gloomy face: "This useless piece of trash that can't be lifted has caused so much trouble to the Wang family."
"Master, Zhang Cong is just a monk in the qi training period. With this kind of cultivation, he definitely can't hurt the two masters Flying Squirrel and Lei Shi of Shadow Pavilion. So is it possible that Flying Squirrel and Lei Shi encountered something unexpected along the way?
It has nothing to do with Zhang Cong? After all, Zhang Cong’s whereabouts are unknown now. Maybe he has died a long time ago. Isn’t it inappropriate to ask the second master to come back before finding out? "
Wang Chenyang suddenly frowned: "Do you think my guess is wrong?"
"Young ones don't dare!"
The housekeeper suddenly bent down and did not dare to speak.
"Then you just think that the elders of the Shadow Pavilion came to me to have fun?"
"Master, I'll do it right away!"
Looking at the butler's leaving figure, Wang Chenyang's eyes suddenly flashed with fierceness.
He did this just to seek a guarantee. He did not believe that a poor boy would have any advice from an expert, nor did he believe that Zhang Cong would kill two masters, Flying Squirrel and Lei Shi, during his Qi training period.
Compared to these two possibilities, he vaguely speculated that Zhang Cong might have broken through the foundation building period.
It's easy to say if it's the Qi training period, but if he has broken through the foundation building period, then Wang Chenyang must make plans!
