Chapter 362

The stone wall is nearly three meters high, with a passage made of giant wood, and arrow towers and lookouts every two hundred meters.

There is a trench under the stone wall, in which there are many sharp wooden spears. You can imagine the feeling of falling.

But somehow, Zhang Yang is familiar with this village style, not from Wang Ergou's memory, but more like some villages he once met in the immortal world.

"Stop, Wang Er, go over there."

A team of village patrols equipped with spears and shields escorted Zhang Yang to the second floor of the village entrance. There was a small urn here.

In the center of the urn is a huge censer. Behind the censer is a statue with blue faces and tusks.

This is the protection god of the village, but how to protect it is not in Wang Ergou's memory.

When Zhang Yang was escorted here by the patrol team, a skinny old man grabbed a handful of incense ash from the censer and melted it into a bowl of red water.

"Drink it!"

There is no doubt that Zhang Yang has no choice but to drink this strange bowl of water by holding his nose.

Then, I didn't feel much. It seems that I passed the test.

A few minutes later, the patrolmen were relieved. One of them, a very strong man, slapped Zhang Zhang on the shoulder with a smile. His strength almost made him fly out.

"Yes, Wang Er, he really escaped from the pursuit of the iron backed grey billed goose. Even so, you can't choose a friar and apprentice. It's better to join the patrol early."

Zhang Yang pretended to smile awkwardly and didn't speak. In Wang Ergou's memory, he was so quiet. There was only one lame grandfather in his family, so he didn't have to worry about being seen.

When passing through the small urn, Zhang Yang glanced at the wall and saw some lines of Taoism and prohibition that need to be activated by the aura of heaven and earth. It can't be wrong. In this Li village, there will be at least one immortal in the foundation period, and it must be Jindan road.

In the urn City, there is the real Li village. It covers a large area, with almost thousands of households. The houses are connected with the houses, and the courtyards are next to the courtyards. The height is scattered, but few trees are seen.

Except for a street in the middle, the rest are alleys with only two people walking side by side.

Such a scene is really a bit of Li village rice expensive taste.

Zhang Yang walks back slowly according to Wang Ergou's memory. What he sees is one small house after another. There are several people in the house, most of them are old people, children and women.

At this moment, the weather is just right. In some spacious places, you can see a group of ragged, bony old people huddling in the sun to catch lice. Even the children who should be the most angry are quiet because they are hungry.

When Zhang Yang walked by, the green eyes of a group of people really made his hair stand on end. He felt that it was more fierce than the spirit of the earth binding outside the village.

After a quick walk around seven or eight labyrinthine alleys, Zhang Yangcai came to Wang Ergou's house. The situation here is a little better. It seems that Wang Ergou's house is a local household, not a refugee.

Because these are two huts with an area of about 40 square meters, plus a small courtyard with an area of 30 square meters. After seeing those narrow and shabby shacks, Zhang Yang almost thinks that this is a luxury house.

"Brother Er Gou, you are back!"

A very surprised, crisp voice startled publicity, and then he saw out of a hut a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, some freckles on her face, also thin, her eyes are so bright.

Er, it seems that this is his daughter-in-law. She escaped from another village three months ago and became Wang Ergou's wife on the condition that they all live in another hut.

"Xiaocui."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth, and finally took a firewood knife to share a goose's head. It was more or less meat.

"Cough, cough!"

In another hut, an old man coughed violently. Zhang Yang took the opportunity to enter the hut. The hut was dark, there was no furniture, and there was no earthen Kang. An old man, who was as thin as a corpse, was panting like a bellows. His eyes were full of spirit.

"Grandfather."

Zhang Yang said hello, helped the old man up, and began to chop up the rest of the goose. He also wanted to cook some porridge. As a result, when he lifted the rice bowl, there was only a mouse who had been starved to death.

"Brother Ergou, porridge is going to be put in the village. If you go late, there won't be any." Xiaocui is shouting outside.

"Is the situation so bad?" Zhang Yang has some doubts in his mind. Judging from the array prohibition depicted on the wall of Li village, there is at least one immortal who practices the golden elixir road during the foundation period. With such strength, Li village has a population of about 10000 to 20000. Even if he goes to reclaim some fields, it will not be so bright.

"I won't go today."

Zhang Yang replied that he had half a goose in his hand, and it was impossible to get porridge when he went there, but if he put the goose at home, could the old man keep an eye on it? Don't let it kill you.

However, there was no rice or firewood at home. Finally, he went to cheap mother-in-law's house to get some. I vaguely remember that he had a cheap brother-in-law, but he was not at home.After a busy time, she cooked two bowls of porridge, fed the old man half a bowl, drank one by herself, and sent the remaining half to cheap's mother-in-law. The old woman was also very sick. She was really pitiful. Of course, everyone was pitiful.

After the toss, Zhang Yang sits in front of the old man's bed, hoping that this cheap grandfather can say something amazing, such as good grandson, our family still has an ancestral jade pendant and so on.

But the old man really did not have the strength to speak, just panting, looking at publicity, his eyes were full of love.

Zhang Yang didn't resist several times trying to give the old man the ordinary level aura of the unit he got by killing Di Jie Ling, but later he still resisted.

He has to live first and figure out what's going on? Why does a world of cultivating immortals become so miserable?

It is reasonable to say that as long as the aura is not exhausted and enters the end of the Dharma era, the cultivators of immortals should be invincible.

Soon, the old man fell asleep, and Zhang Yang sat down in the corner of the room with ease. After some preparation, he began to practice Kung Fu.

He doesn't lack basic skills, but Wang Ergou's body is too bad. He feels that his meridians are distorted, and his potential is like a balloon with hundreds of holes, which can't be blown.

In addition, if you calculate from Shou yuan, Wang Er Gou's body can live for 30 years at most.

"It seems that the human DNA in this world has been deciphered by human beings, and then deliberately distorted, or it is similar to being contaminated by nuclear. In this way, the immortals can't make progress, and the human body can't be better."

"Therefore, if I want to live, my primary purpose is not to practice, but to repair this distorted and distorted body."

Zhang Yang no longer hesitated, slightly released the soul isolation, opened the internal vision in the shortest time, and re isolated the soul in a second. The body could not bear it, and blood came out of the nostrils without money.

Zhang Yang did not care about this at this time, but thought about it quickly.

"There are nine Tianmai Jianwan in Jianxiu, and there is a saying that there are seven Fu thirteen scriptures in Jindan Dao. Because the practitioners of Jindan Dao cultivate longevity, they compare their bodies to the ladder to heaven. They can't be easily damaged, but they also need careful care. It's not feasible to lack one."

"From this point of view, Wang Ergou may have a chance to cultivate his body and sword. If he wants to cultivate Jindan Dao, he won't even have a chance of one in a hundred million."

"But fortunately, I have my own plug-in. I repair it carefully. Maybe there are some opportunities. No, I have to fight for enough opportunities."

"Well, considering my current situation, it's difficult to repair the seven prefectures. We can go back to the second place and start with the restoration of the thirteen classics."

The so-called thirteen classics refer to the orifices and acupoints of various parts of the human body, which are familiar to many ordinary Samurai doctors. Of course, only the first twelve classics.

It is with the orifices and acupoints of the thirteen meridians that the practitioners of the golden elixir Taoism accumulate and operate the aura of heaven and earth, and finally build the foundation of the golden elixir.

Zhang Yang knows this well. After all, he has been dead and resurrected several times. Moreover, the soul pulse sword pill and the spirit pulse sword pill in the nine heavenly veins of Jianxiu are very similar to Jindan Dao.

Zhang Yang calculated carefully for a moment, and then determined the repair target. The lung meridian of hand Taiyin, one of the three yin meridians of hand, was so. He found that Wang Ergou had mild asthma, but there were no pollutants in the world, the air was fresh, and the aura of heaven and earth was not too scarce.

Especially the most important thing is that after he took the three suspected miraculous fruits in the daytime today, that little thread represents the heat flow of aura, and it dissipates most quickly when passing through the heart and lung.

All the way back to Li village, the refugees, men, women, young and old, seemed to have mild or severe cough.

Therefore, it is very important to take the lead in repairing the lung meridian of hand Taiyin. At least it can make him not lose his fighting power because of poor breathing.

As for how to repair, of course, it is the aura of heaven and earth.

Zhang Yang takes out the beads he got from killing Di Tie Ling today, and then puts three sewing needles borrowed from Xiao Cui into several important points. Then he pinches the beads open and swallows up a unit of ordinary heaven and earth aura.

At the same time, Zhang Yang also let go of his soul control and tried his best to suppress these auras to gather on the three important acupoints. In just three seconds, he was struck by lightning and vomited three black blood in a row. He passed out because of brain failure.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Yangyou wakes up. First of all, he feels that his head is wooden, as if it has become a lump in one's heart. This is very normal. His soul is unlocked too many times, so it's OK to rest for a few days.

Secondly, he was very concerned about the repair of the lung meridian of hand Taiyin. The effect was naturally very good. There was no need to look inside. It was just like taking off a big mountain just by breathing gently.

"It's done!"

There are 22 orifices in the lung meridian of hand Taiyin, but the most seriously distorted orifices are those three orifices. When they are repaired at this time, it is no less than the complete recovery of the tuberculosis ghost.

However, it's far from being able to practice Kung Fu, so it's not urgent to publicize. After cleaning up, I fell asleep.

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