"Change!"
"Become stronger!"
"Get your arms stronger!"
As he muttered the words, Zhang Xuezhou didn't feel any changes in himself.
Until school was over, he was still the same.
He couldn't help but be disappointed for a moment, but decided to take a look after falling asleep to see the effect of the Qi and Blood Pill.
It is impossible that he obtained the Entry Seed in the dream and obtained the practice of Taiqing Zhenshu, so the effect of the Qi and Blood Pill would not be even half effective.
If it had no effect, Zhang Xuezhou thought it was possible that the Qi and Blood Pill had expired.
In the dream world, people have no idea about the shelf life. Even if the dried meat is moldy, they still wash it and cook it.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that Li Jiao gave him an expired Qi and Blood Pill, which had little effect and could not affect his body.
"My delusions are getting deeper and deeper. I actually hope that dreams will make me stronger!"
Zhang Xuezhou could not help but suspect that his schizophrenia symptoms were getting worse.
"Perhaps the Supreme Innocence Technique was just formed by accident?"
"After all, I learned Dr. Ren's conditioning techniques. Maybe in my dream, I made up a set of things based on the conditioning techniques that can help me develop my abilities!"
"But so... I'm a genius?"
When Zhang Xuezhou thought that his dreams could lead to some kind of cultivation theory, when he found it incredible, he couldn't help but think that his talent was in schizophrenia.
He has read many biographies of celebrities. Many celebrities are more or less crazy, and their behavior patterns are obviously different from normal people.
"But what if you don't die from a famous person, but you get the disease of a famous person!"
When his mind fell into the contradiction between doubt and introspection, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his illness was getting a little worse.
He clutched the e-wallet in his pocket tightly, feeling that Zhang Weimeng should send out the payment more quickly.
Only with enough money can he go to the Sunshine Psychiatrist Clinic to resolve his doubts.
Lacking close friends to communicate with and living alone, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would inevitably get sick if he thought too much.
"Wait a minute, does the Taiqingzhen Technique I practiced count? Isn't this an illusion in my dream that affects reality?"
Zhang Xuezhou was thinking wildly.
He was about to punch himself in the nose to see if the nosebleed could be suppressed by using Taiqingzhen Technique, but then he realized that this was a dangerous thought of self-harm.
"Calm down, I must calm down!"
Zhang Xuezhou looked at himself and felt a faint black energy rising from his body, showing the signs of illness mentioned by Ren Anran.
This made him quickly reach into his pocket and feel around for a while, then tremblingly took out the fluodiazepam he bought from Ren Anran.
After swallowing three pills, Zhang Xuezhou suddenly felt much better, and the black energy in his vision completely disappeared.
"I'm sick, no wonder I keep thinking wildly!"
Zhang Xuezhou finally decided on the answer.
His head was confused, his body was shaking slightly, and he walked back to the old elementary school room in three steps.
Dinner was somewhat casual.
Learning was naturally delayed.
Zhang Xuezhou kept flipping his hand gestures and murmuring in his mouth, while the Taiqing Zhenshu continued to be released.
As long as there is no medical output, his loss in Taiqingzhen Technique is very small.
Almost an hour later, Zhang Xuezhou felt the emptiness of his spirit and physical strength.
He blinked his eyelids and rarely fell asleep early.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that a long, long time had passed before he opened his eyelids.
In the Jiuchi Taoist Temple, the dim light of the sun is already shining on this Taoist temple.
Through the light from the window, Zhang Xuezhou struggled to hold up his body. He felt pain everywhere in his body.
"It's indeed expired medicine!"
Zhang Xuezhou raised his hands and saw that his hands were all red. When he took off his clothes, the same red color appeared on his body.
In just one night, he seemed to have changed his race.
"This seems to have poisoned me? Could it be that Li Jiao gave me a poison and then I needed to use the Taiqing Zhen Technique to suppress it? Does he think my cultivation conditions are insufficient?"
In reality, there is no traumatized state for experimentation, but in the dream, Zhang Xuezhou immediately found the experimental subject who was experimenting with Taiqingzhen Technique.
There was a slight thought in his mouth, and when the incoming seeds moved in the meridians according to the rules, a little white light suddenly appeared on his middle finger.
When Zhang Xuezhou put his middle finger on the center of his forehead, the redness all over his body slowly subsided.
The soreness was quickly fading, but the burning sensation that remained on the skin was revealed.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was in bad luck.
He shook his neck, and the creaking sound suddenly became loud.
It wasn't until he got up from the bed that he noticed something strange about his body.
Although he still had various physical discomforts, Zhang Xuezhou noticed the lightness of walking.
He reached out and grabbed a small coffee table in the bedroom.
"Has your strength really increased?"
It took a short time from the suspicion that Li Jiao's Qi and Blood Pill had various problems to the actual verification, but the results of the verification were very real.
Yesterday, it would have been difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to easily grab a coffee table with one hand.
His strength did increase.
Even his physical condition has improved, and he is no longer as weak as before.
If he were to rush back to Zhangjiazhuang at this time, he would definitely not be in a yandere state where he would be out of breath after walking more than ten miles on the mountain road.
A Qi and Blood Pill almost overturned the power of creation, far better than the dried meat that Zhang Zhong and others had fed Zhang Xuezhou over the years.
"The Qi and Blood Pill is really a magical thing!"
Zhang Xuezhou changed his mind.
He felt that Qixue Dan and Fluoride were almost the same.
Although both drugs have their drawbacks, the benefits they bring him far outweigh the disadvantages.
"It's a pity that this treasure land that gathers immigrants should not be able to continue to defraud!"
With the help of Kong Kong Taoist's reputation as a student, Zhang Xuezhou felt that in just three days, he had gained something that he had not experienced in more than ten years.
But it was almost time for him to leave.
Zhang Xuezhou pushed open the wooden door of Jiuchi Taoist Temple.
Far down the nine-foot slope, he had seen three figures.
Two figures vaguely belonged to his parents, and the other was a wild boar carried by the two of them.
As old hunters, Zhang Zhong and Yourong's judgment was quite accurate, and they also hunted rare prey, which was no less than the result of a collective hunting group in the village.
But there is no need to become a disciple or anything like that.
Fu Bugui ran away to nowhere, and when he revealed what he was doing at Jiuchi Taoist Temple, Zhang Xuezhou felt that there was no hope of becoming a disciple.
As long as he is not found out after being accused, he will be lucky if he is not beaten to death.
After just a few days of understanding, Zhang Xuezhou clearly understood the difference between the power of cultivators and ordinary people.
Even if Cuo Bugui is just a practitioner who makes alchemy and cures diseases, he is not a being that they can resist stubbornly. As long as they are against each other, there is a 99% chance of losing.
Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Jiu Chi Taoist Temple, cleared away some traces of his life, changed back into his own set of washed clothes, and then slipped down the mountain.
