The next day, early in the morning, Lin Xiaolu and Li Mingru went to Pangu Tomb via Wangchuan River, while Tang Yuan stayed up all night. He spent the whole night studying Lin Xiaolu's various body fluids.
In the house, in front of a wooden table filled with all kinds of messy utensils, Tangyuan was wearing homemade protective clothing and doing various research on a lot of bottles and jars. Lin Zhili was sealed by him and sprinkled with pill powder. on the plate, quietly watching him do the experiment.
At this moment, Tang Yuan, with messy hair and dark eye circles, was carefully holding a special lens in front of his eyes, observing Lin Xiaolu's blood bit by bit, and from time to time he would make notes in a booklet beside him.
After observing for a while, he urged Lin Zhili on the side:
"Lin Da Diaomao, give me some of your body fluids. I don't want Lin Zhili's blood, I want a part of your own body."
After the words fell, Lin Zhili, who was well aware of Tang Yuan's terror, did not dare to resist, and obediently turned into a small pool of black water. Then Tang Yuan picked up a drop of black liquid with a silver needle and touched it with the silver needle stained with Lin Xiaolu's blood.
"Stab~"
There was a soft sound, and a trace of purple smoke rose up the moment the two silver needles touched.
Seeing this scene, Lin Zhili was instantly shocked, looking in disbelief, and Tangyuan finally showed an almost crazy smile.
"Twenty years! I finally found something that can restrain your clan!"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Zhili's pupils suddenly shrank and he said in great shock: "This is impossible! My body is a body of chaos. Can Lin Xiaolu's body of a cub restrain me? Tang Dasha... Emperor Tang Tian, are you? I read it wrong?"
At the table, Tangyuan rolled his eyes, then smiled disdainfully:
"Wrong? You don't know the state of Brother Lu's blood.
Brother Lu's brain, blood, tears, and even fluids have all undergone earth-shaking changes. After my analysis and testing this night, I have basically determined that these changes are due to Brother Lu's practice of Pangu Body, which makes him The dark energy guided into the body changed the basic "points" in the body, causing some kind of mutation in the body. Then Brother Lu used this changed body to cultivate new internal strength. As a result, Brother Lu accidentally The body that was already different from ordinary people once again underwent some kind of mutation, so the new internal power became the perfect internal power to force the divine power, and Brother Lu's body also underwent a complete and unique change. "
"Haha, Lin Xiaolu has become like this, is he still a human?" Lin Zhili sneered.
Hearing this question, Tangyuan glanced at Lin Zhili:
"You're asking a stupid question. Of course Brother Lu is a human being. Brother Lu's body has only changed, but his soul has not changed. He is still a human soul, and Brother Lu's humanity still exists. Is it possible to follow you? The same thing? It’s not a human thing. Besides biting people on the butt, what else would you do? Trash.”
Lin Zhili:......
Oh shit! It's not because of you that your butt bites people!
Lin Zhili was so aggrieved that he almost cried after being called a loser, but he didn't dare to yell at Tangyuan. After all, it wasn't so scary if his butt could bite people. What if one day Tangyuan's brain twitched and he got hurt~~ If it bites people, that's really scary!
In the room, Tangyuan continued to study Lin Xiaolu's body fluids and continued to say to Lin Zhili:
"Brother Lu's blood can dissipate and evaporate with your body fluids, which means that the Three Death Sutras of the Forced God can restrain your clan. If the Three Death Sutras of the Forced God can really be learned by the mortals in the world who cannot cultivate immortals, If warriors like Brother Lu are produced in batches, even if they are not as strong as Brother Lu, as long as this characteristic is refined, the catastrophe eighty years from now may really be able to break through. Tsk tsk tsk, immortals and martial arts merge into one, Fighting off foreign enemies together is really exciting."
After saying that, Tang Yuan raised his head and glanced at Lin Zhili who said nothing:
"Are you really infinite?"
"Yes, yes, Emperor Tang Tian." Lin Zhili responded with some fear: "The outer territory is infinite, and there are naturally countless ordinary soldiers like me. They are far more numerous than you, even."
Halfway through, Lin Zhili paused, and when Tang Yuan showed no sign of anger, he continued to speak cautiously:
"Even if what Lin Xiaolu creates can really defeat us, with his current ability, he will definitely not be able to defeat Wang, because Wang himself is equivalent to a Guixu like Li Er, and his realm is too far apart, plus there are countless others in our clan. Countless soldiers, even if all the mortals in the three thousand continents have the same ability as Lin Xiaolu, they still can't resist in the face of absolute numbers."
Hearing this, Tangyuan frowned slightly and touched his chin.
The room fell into silence, Lin Zhili stayed there without saying a word, while Tang Yuan kept frowning and thinking about things, his cross-eyed eyes getting tighter and tighter.
In the past twenty years, Tangyuan has analyzed Lin Zhili's body structure countless times. Now he does not say all of it, but he does understand most of it. Faced with such Tangyuan, Lin Zhili actually admires it even though he hates it.
Because Tangyuan and Lin Xiaolu are similar in nature. Although Tangyuan can cultivate immortality, his talent for cultivating immortality is not high, not even as good as Yu Chuchu, but Tangyuan has another kind of talent, which is not only the talent of alchemy, but more of an academic talent. Spirit.
Just like when he used his spiritual power to better control the alchemy furnace, he actually found a new way to make several elixirs himself, and then suffered numerous horrific side effects, eating himself alive and turning him into a Nascent Soul!
And what he did was not for the so-called immortality or strength, what he did was just to make alchemy better!
Therefore, glutinous rice balls are an anomaly among monks, a weird one! But just like what Shuai Shuaiya once said, among the three thousand avenues, glutinous rice balls are unique and a school of their own. Even in some aspects, glutinous rice balls are the real genius, the peerless genius! And the most valuable thing is that he brought his genius to the extreme, because he really loves alchemy, just like Lin Xiaolu loves martial arts. For what they love, he and Lin Xiaolu can endure all the suffering in the world. Humans are not lazy and greedy like Hajime, who also has great swordsmanship talent, and is always easily influenced by external objects.
So in some ways, Tangyuan and Lin Xiaolu are both true pioneers and pioneers. Even Tangyuan, the pioneer, is purer than Lin Xiaolu.
Because of this, Lin Zhili felt a little nervous for no reason when looking at the glutinous rice balls in front of him that he was thinking about.
The man in front of me is thinking some outrageous ideas!
In the house, time passed by, and Tang Yuan sat quietly like a sculpture. Until the sunlight outside the window gradually dissipated and night began to fall, Tang Yuan finally raised his head from his trance, and a mysterious light shone in his cockfighting eyes. The mysterious light.
Lin Zhili was shocked and hesitated to ask, but Tangyuan suddenly looked at him meaningfully, then looked at Lin Xiaolu's blood drops stained on the mirror, and finally stood up with a "Tang!" He stood up, put his hands on the table, and shouted to the dusk outside the window:
"Yu Chuchu!
Get me twenty sacks of paper and pens! I want to calculate the formula! "
As soon as these words came out, Lin Zhili couldn't sit still at all. He looked at Tang Yuan tremblingly and said, "What do you want to do, Emperor Tang Tian? As far as I'm concerned, the matter is actually not serious enough for you to take action."
In the field, Tang Yuan did not respond to Lin Zhili's words, but an evil and crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Eighty years from now, I want that foreign king to see the power of knowledge!"
