"boom!"
The cave door opened.
A man walked out dejected.
His eyes glanced aimlessly at the golden Linggu rice fields in the wilderness, the calm lake under the hillside, and the distant mountains. He rubbed his forehead and walked in the direction of the waterfall.
At this time, the setting sun gradually disappears behind the mountains, and most of the sky is filled with fiery red clouds. This is the time when the so-called "sunset is infinitely beautiful".
However, in Yang Zhen's eyes, this fiery red was more like a strong fire, which he couldn't bear to look at.
He closed his eyes tightly and squatted on the ground with his head lowered.
A teardrop slipped quietly.
He failed in refining the Nether Blood Pill.
The reason for the failure may be that he wanted to do well too much.
After a total of fifteen hours of refining, the first step, the refining of the medicinal solution, was flawless.
The second step, the preparation of the medicinal solution, which is fire control, is also very complete.
When he came to the last step of making the elixir, he had persisted for a day and a night, which was the longest time he had ever spent refining the elixir.
Every breath and moment after that, he was certainly creating his own record, but the fatigue of his consciousness was also increasing.
And he was immersed in the joy of his impending success and didn't notice it at all.
Finally, when he controlled his consciousness and removed the last residue from the ointment bit by bit, the tight string suddenly broke.
A sudden burst of severe pain in the sea of consciousness made his vision go dark and he almost fainted.
When he recovered from his trance, his expression changed drastically.
Yan Huo lost his control, and the fire suddenly burst out, burning the entire ointment to black!
There's no way around it!
A faint sad and sob flashed before his eyes, and the mammy's white hair was like a heavy mountain, weighing him down and suffocating him.
He failed!
At that moment, Yang Zhen was in agony and regretful.
If I wasn't so striving for perfection, didn't overdraw my consciousness, and insisted on sweeping away all the residue, this potion of elixirs should be successful.
Even if it is refined, there is a high probability that it will only be of middle grade, which is enough. It is much better than trying to draw water from a bamboo basket and come up empty-handed now.
Yes, even if Yiyi could still take off the last two feather leaves from Youyou, it would be unsustainable in his current state.
Fourteen consecutive hours of suffering had greatly depleted his consciousness. Even with the help of soul-nourishing grass and other treatments, it would take at least five or six days to recover.
If he forced it at this time, he might not even be able to complete the second step.
And a full seven days and nights have passed since the day when Hanzhou was injured until now.
She didn't have much time to wait.
As for taking out the last two feather leaves and asking for help from Chenghong Zhenren, even if he had this idea, Yiyi would never agree.
That would bring unpredictable dangers to them and is absolutely undesirable.
"It's all my fault. I was so ambitious that I harmed my grandma——" Yang Zhen buried her head deeply between her legs.
I want to cry but have no tears, and my heart is full of self-blame.
…
I don't know how long it took, but there were soft footsteps behind me.
Yang Zhen turned around, and a girl in linen mourning clothes was looking at him expectantly.
Zhao Yueer.
He only quietly mentioned it to the little girl about running back to Shuiwu Peak Cave to refine elixirs.
Now that more than a day has passed, she must have rushed over because she couldn't wait.
However, without Yang Zhen opening her mouth, she had already guessed the result from the other person's face.
"Yue'er, I..." Yang Zhen's voice was hoarse, and there seemed to be something blocked in her throat.
"Little Shitou, I don't blame you, you must have tried your best." Zhao Yuer'er looked at her haggard lover and felt great sadness in her heart.
She walked over gently, hugged the man tightly, and buried her head on the other man's chest.
Although Yang Zhen didn't explain why she had to refine it by herself, she could guess that it must be related to his space treasure.
Every monk has his own secrets and the right to keep his own secrets.
This is what grandma has always taught her.
She couldn't blame Yang Zhen for this, but when she thought of her grandma's current condition, the girl felt sad and burst into tears.
The two boys and girls cuddled against each other, both immersed in sadness.
The setting sun has disappeared on the other side of the mountain, taking away the last ray of red glow.
The sky darkened, and except for the never-ending roar of the waterfalls in the valley, there was no other sound around.
The two of them just hugged each other, unwilling to get up, perhaps because they didn't know how to face their grandma when they went back.
At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly felt waves of burning and stinging pain coming from the location of Yumen Pass.
Then it got hotter and hotter, and finally it broke like a needle prick.
The experience of breaking through the meridians dozens of times told him that this was another meridian being opened.
Sixteen wood elements, sixteen water elements, four fire elements, all possible meridians in my body, I have unblocked them!
What meridian could this be?
While he was in shock, his mind sensed that there was a trace of dense air slowly overflowing from this newly opened meridian.
What's this?
Yang Zhen calmed down and decided to guard Niwan Palace.
But after a moment, he saw this wisp of gas.
The gas was vaguely gray, and seemed to have the smell of sand. At this time, it was gathering at the Yumen Pass.
Soon after, the new meridians no longer had gray gas leaking out, and the Yumen Pass began to slowly shrink until it was completely closed.
This meridian just disappeared under his gaze!
And those gray gases, inspired by some unknown source, rushed straight towards Yang Zhen!
Yang Zhen closed her eyes subconsciously, and her consciousness immediately withdrew from Niwan Palace.
Immediately, the wisp of gas crashed in, completely ignoring the obstacles of the Niwan Palace, and entered his sea of consciousness so easily!
Waves of cool feeling came from his forehead, just like the cooling oil his mother wiped on his forehead when he had a fever and headache when he was a child.
Soon, the pain in my forehead, which had been aching all the time, no longer felt like pain.
His damaged consciousness was completely restored!
Yang Zhen was surprised and delighted. What kind of gas was this that had such a miraculous effect?
Also, what happened to the meridians? Why can’t I find them now?
Yang Zhen was puzzled, and her intuition told him that this should be the secret of his body.
Could it be that this is the reason why I can practice the Five Elements Mending Heaven Sutra?
At the same time, he also thought of a doubt he had always had.
A monk can usually open sixteen meridians, but if he practices the Heaven-Budding Sutra and all five attribute meridians are opened, the number will be eighty.
However, there are often some magical numbers or rules in creation. For example, when practicing formations, there is often a saying that "the number of nine or nine is in harmony with the way of heaven."
Therefore, Yang Zhen sometimes suddenly wonders, are there nine or nine meridians in the human body that can be used for practice?
So, could the meridian that just appeared on my body be the 81st meridian?
It should be said that his guess was very correct.
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