A year ago, Yiran entered the country at the western border of Tianjiang Principality, but unexpectedly entered the Jedi. After countless battles and a huge consumption of mental energy, when he finally walked out of the desperate situation, he fell into a coma.
When he woke up again, he was dragged by a ragged child on a straw mat, begging in the market. Crying in his mouth, "Brothers and sisters, please do well. My ill-fated brother has taken care of me for many years, and why did he die? Please be kind to me, brother and sister-in-law, and reward me with two copper coins." I don’t have much to say about raising money to buy a coffin and working like a cow or a horse.”
Yiran's face was as pale as a dead person due to the exhaustion of his mental energy. Moreover, when his mental power began to recover and he woke up, his body was still disobedient and unable to move at all, but he saw every word and action of this beggar.
On the first day after my mental recovery, I saw the beggar crying for me and begging for a few copper coins. I felt extremely strange in my heart. I was actually being used as a tool to defraud money and pretended to be a corpse.
Along with the crying, the tears in the beggar's eyes kept pouring out like springs, and he tried his best to beg for a few copper coins. At noon, the beggar will drag Yiran out of the market, place Yiran in a remote corner, and leave alone.
Just when Yiran thought that the beggar had used him to earn a few copper coins and abandoned him, the beggar came back happily. Holding two large white steamed buns in his hand, he boiled a bowl of hot water, soaked the steamed buns and slowly fed them to Yiran to eat. However, he was reluctant to eat the steamed buns and gnawed on the hard sweet potatoes that he didn't know where he came from.
Such days lasted for five days, and they never stayed in each market for more than half a day. No matter how many copper coins they got from begging, the beggars would drag Yiran away, just to feed Yiran.
After five days, I had visited almost all the markets in the city, and it was no longer possible to use this method of begging. That night, Beggar said a lot of things from his heart to Yi Ran, who had woken up but could not even open his eyelids. Maybe he just said these words to God. "Why are our lives so miserable? When I picked you up, I saw that you were still carrying a wooden sword. It's just that the powerful immortal monks in that kind of place don't just enter at will. You, a guy with a wooden sword, go to get together. What a fuss, you really think you are some kind of genius, and an opportunity falls and hits you on the head."
"I thought that I, Zhang San, was so upright and handsome that I could not survive countless strong winds and waves. I have been tinkering there for several years, but I still haven't found a piece of the elemental stone that the immortal monks talked about. It's really God who deceived me. If one day I can become that immortal monk, I will definitely let the whole city know my name, Zhang San."
It seems that if people in this city know his name, Zhang San, that is the biggest target he can imagine.
However, his heroic spirit lasted for only a few blinks, and he shrank back again. It was true that his shabby clothes could not stop the cold weather.
He shrank to the edge of the fire, leaned against Yi Ran, and kept adding dry firewood.
Even so, the man who called himself Zhang San did not take off his clothes to keep warm, nor did he take off Yiran's space ring to sell. Wei took off Yiran's wooden sword and placed it in the old lair with several holes in the roof. This was also to beg without revealing his secret.
When the fire was about to go out, Zhang San went outside to retrieve dry firewood, and was shocked to find that Yi Ran, who was lying with dozens of people lying there, sat up. Although he also knew that Yiran was not dead, he was not prepared in the slightest for Yiran's awakening.
He said in a panic, "Brother, you're awake."
Yiran nodded slightly with a smile on his face, and smiled at the man who called himself Zhang San, "Is your goal to let people in this city know your name Zhang San?"
Zhang San touched his head and smiled awkwardly, "Brother, this is wrong. You are still eavesdropping on my nonsense even after you woke up early. I have accepted my fate in this life, and I can live one day at a time. One day, I will be able to look like those immortal masters. Then why should I compete with them?"
"When I picked you up, I heard the immortal masters say that going to the monsters in the easternmost part of the principality is what a good man should do."
After speaking, Zhang San slowly squatted down and threw the dry firewood in his hand into the fire. No matter how lofty your dream is, it is not as practical as keeping yourself warm at this moment.
When Zhang San went out, Yiran took out several pills from the space ring. In the past few years, not only has my cultivation level greatly increased during my travels, but my alchemy skills have finally come to the fore. I have the foundation and expertise in alchemy skills.
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With the understanding of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, Yiran has been able to refine third-level elixirs, and even refining fourth-level elixirs has a high success rate.
Refining elixirs has an additional medium than refining potions. After the elixir is made, it is 40% more effective than potions of the same level. I have to say that the alchemy technique that Yiran has been waiting for is indeed extraordinary.
Those pills are replicas of the spirit-restoring liquid that Yi Ran refined, the spirit-restoring pills. Moreover, the Restoration Pill does not need to use the fourth-level Spirit-Suppressing Grass, but uses a third-order Spirit Grass, Dragon Spirit Grass, instead. The effect of the medicine is not reduced but is 30% stronger than that of the Restoration Liquid.
After taking three Spirit Resurrection Pills in one breath, Yiran was extremely heartbroken, but he did not hesitate to spend money just to recover as soon as possible. The reason is naturally that he has acquired a lot of good things during his travels in the past few years, and there are many things that are more valuable than the Restoration Pill. Yiran's strength has reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. This is also the capital that allows him to travel across the entire Jedi to obtain countless priceless treasures.
Yi Ran looked at this awkward young man, who was younger than himself, but seemed to have seen a lot of people and the world. Even though he had not achieved anything famous in his life, he was already thinking about going to the border to fight the monsters. This is Zhang San's kindness and his persistence in living optimistically.
"Then do you want to become an immortal monk?"
This simple sentence shocked Zhang San. Getting up early is beyond the best age for cultivation according to other people's words. Zhang San, who has never had any illusions about this idea, hesitated at this moment.
Yi Ran did not let Zhang San give an answer immediately, but said to him, "How about you accompany me to the border to take a look, and then decide whether you really want to practice."
Although Zhang San had no idea of traveling far away, and he didn't think the wooden sword ranger was a fairy monk.
Precisely because the two of them looked like they were in the same boat at this moment, Zhang San wanted to get angry at the fat man even if his face was swollen. What you say must be done, otherwise the bird will grow in vain.
So Yi Ran picked up the wooden sword, and Zhang San and Zhang San walked eastward without any luggage.
This journey lasted for a full year, and the two of them slept and ate in the open. When we were hungry, we caught pheasants and hares, and we dug sweet potatoes and fished together. When we were thirsty, we drank water from lakes, mountains, and rivers.
What makes Zhang San frustrated is that no matter what he does, Yi Ran is much better than him. He would be disgraced every time he caught a hare, but he always brought back game when he saw Yi Ran. In anger, he dug up all the hare's nests, but he still couldn't even catch the hare's hair.
Fishing was even more annoying. When he couldn't catch a single fish, Yiran had already caught several. Even when digging sweet potatoes, what he dug was always smaller than Yiran's.
In the end, Zhang San himself had to admit that he was never a destined person and had no great luck.
But over the past year, Zhang San had never seen Yi Ran unsheath his sword. To him, the wooden sword was really just a decoration. They encountered villagers robbing them and path-cutting thieves blocking their way. Yiran pulled Zhang San and ran away without even a hint of knight-errant demeanor.
This made Zhang San completely unsure whether Yiran was a warrior or one of those immortal monks.
Zhang San would practice boxing with Yi Ran almost every day, and Zhang San was always complaining about the fancy boxing.
Zhang San, who had not developed any inner strength after practicing for a year, always felt that he had been deceived by Yiran, who tricked him into coming to the border just to find someone to chat with along the way.
But he didn't know that that simple boxing stance was actually a body-building technique for the second level of the Tianxin Mystic Body. Through the boxing frame, the flesh and blood of the whole body are shaken to condense the blood and qi, and all the flesh and blood of the whole body are trained until the blood and qi are full, then a truly leak-free body can be achieved.
Yiran, who had already reached the peak of his mortal body, encountered his own foundation-building thunder disaster shortly after following the caravan into the Wuquan Principality.
That day, dark clouds with a radius of dozens of miles covered the sun and covered the sky and the earth, rolling thunder shook the world, and the wind howled and the rain poured down. Lei Jie took more than half an hour just to gather momentum.
But when the thunder calamity struck with great force, Yiran didn't feel how terrible it was. The first amethyst thunder pillar fell suddenly, causing the dark clouds to suppress it.
Yi Ran remained motionless, letting the thunder pillars strike him. Then Yiran swallowed the rewarded blood refining powder and continued to resist the second thunder tribulation with his body. Countless electric arcs pulsed in Yiran's body, tempering every trace of flesh along the blood vessels.
Just two thunder tribulations fell, and Yiran's peak mortal body was completely tempered into a leak-free body. The essence and blood in the body are like red water
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It is as clear as crystal, and its meridians are as tough as snake tendons and dragon tendons. Ordinary wounds can be healed in a few breaths without leaving any scars.
At that moment, Yiran felt that he could defeat the possessed Wu Donglai with his physical strength alone. His body was comparable to the top second-level weapons.
Yi Ran would box with Zhang San several times every day, using the shock of flesh and blood to strengthen the essence, blood, meridians and bone marrow in his body. Zhang San imitated Yi Ran's example and started practicing boxing with Yi Ran, but he didn't have the slightest intention, and he couldn't shake his flesh and blood like Yi Ran.
But even if they were only slightly similar in appearance, he still benefited a lot from his rapid physical improvement. His appetite increased and he was full of motivation to hunt game every day. Even though he was always wearing shabby and ragged clothes, he could no longer feel the scorching heat of summer and the severe cold of winter.
However, Zhang Sankong got the treasure mountain without knowing it. He thought that Yiran's boxing skills were just fake tricks, that his changes were just because he was hungry after walking too much, and that he was not afraid of weather changes because of the different climates in the region. Yiran didn't give a damn and just kept going and practicing.
This journey lasted for a year. Zhang San followed Yi Ran for thousands of miles and finally reached Jiaoyuan City on the border of the principality. His horizons have also broadened, and he is no longer limited to the fame he once wanted.
He has seen the vanity and cowardice of warriors and escorts, and the robbers and bandits. It turns out that the two groups don't just fight when they meet. The escorts often offer money, and they fight only if they can't reach an agreement. Moreover, the bodyguards could never defeat the bandits, so the two people who were hiding in the distance and watching the battle with great interest had to flee due to the failure of their integrity.
I have seen those heroes who are full of benevolence, morality and heroic spirit, but they kill the whole family for a secret book. Brothers turned against each other for a magic weapon.
I have seen those young men waving folding fans in the night market. They are as skinny as me, but they always do the same things as chickens and dogs. At this time, Zhang San will follow the young master. Once he finds out that the young master is going to do something wrong, he will bark like a dog from a distance. If he didn't stop, Zhang San picked up bricks and mud and threw them from a distance. But he didn't know that Yiran had already knocked out all the guards secretly protecting the young master.
Whenever he saw beggars being bullied by passers-by, women and children being bullied by rangers, Zhang San would always step forward to break up the fight with justice. He was always beaten to a pulp, but he still had to punch and kick the opponent a few times.
Although Zhang San also saw the so-called wonderful things in the world, countless chivalrous women with heroic looks and beautiful angels, and countless knights with dignified appearances, this was still not what Zhang San expected.
He no longer envies those rangers who carry swords across swords, and finally understands why becoming an immortal monk means going to the border to fight monsters, instead of competing with little people in those small places.
Zhang San, a young man who has not yet entered cultivation, is already a little disappointed with such a knight-errant. In the end, Zhang San himself wanted to see the beauty of the border and see where the so-called monks really should go.
Although Yiran traveled this year and did not participate in the war, after experiencing all kinds of things in the world, there was a big earthquake in Dantian on the day he entered Jiaoyuan City. Cultivation was a matter of course, and he broke through to the late stage of foundation building. At the same time, he discovered a strange phenomenon coming from the border.
There was no response to Zhang San's ridicule. The sound of swords suddenly sounded in the sword box on his waist, and sword energy swept across the wooden sword.
Then, without any need to control, the wooden sword slowly unsheathed itself for one foot.
In Zhang San's shocked eyes, Yi Ran stretched out his right hand to press the wooden sword back into the scabbard. He narrowed his sword eyebrows and said to Zhang San with a smile, "There are a lot of monsters in front of you. Do you dare to follow me and take a look at this most terrifying thing in the world?" disaster?"
Zhang San felt an inexplicable sense of pride and shouted loudly, "Why don't you dare? I have walked so many miles and seen scenery that only monks have the opportunity to appreciate. I have seen scenery that many people cannot see in this life. There is nothing to be afraid of but death."
Zhang San spoke extremely boldly, but after feeling the constant shaking of the ground, he still hesitated, and then said coquettishly, "Why don't you go first, and I'll be here soon?"
The young man has seen countless scenery, but in the end he will still miss this not-so-good world, miss those big white steamed buns, and miss those pheasants and hares.
Yiran laughed without being angry, letting the sword energy in the wooden sword box soar into the sky, and a wooden sword suddenly flew into the air.
Dressed in plain clothes, he lightly jumped up, standing on the wooden sword, and walked away gracefully, as if he was an immortal in the world.
Zhang San looked at Yi Ran who was leaving quickly and was speechless.
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