In front of Mr. Lin's pharmacy, Mr. Lin and Butcher Zhang, who were surging with spiritual power and ready to adapt to the situation, looked nervously at the spiritual measuring stone in Cheng Yun's hand. After staring for a while, the measuring stone still showed no change, and they did not dare to relax.
At this time, Cheng Yun opened his eyes. Mr. Lin was suspicious. According to his previous tests, Cheng Yun must have a talent for cultivation. How could he open his eyes again like a normal person, but there was no change in the spirit stone?
Mr. Lin, who was about to ask, suddenly saw the five-color light shining on the spiritual stone. Although it was weak, it proved that Cheng Lun could indeed be cultivated.
"Five Elements Spiritual Roots? Isn't it a bit messy?" Zhang Butcher put away his spiritual power and glanced at the expectant Yinfeng and the confused Chengyun.
Just as Mr. Lin was about to put away his spiritual power, the spirit-testing stone suddenly made a pop sound, and its two colors, one black and one white, lit up again.
Butcher Zhang and Mr. Lin were startled at first, and then laughed dumbly, "Yes, there is also Yin Yang Spiritual Root. This is your first time. You have never seen it before. It would be better if it is a little stronger, but unfortunately the quality of the Spiritual Root is somewhat poor. Or very Difference."
After Zhang Tufu finished speaking, he saw Cheng Yun's look of disappointment and hurriedly changed his words, "But as long as you can practice, everything is possible. It is said that there are treasures from heaven and earth that can improve the quality of spiritual roots, but you have too many spiritual roots. There are so many natural and earthly treasures there, it would take seven to be fully improved."
Mr. Lin looked puzzled at the spirit-testing stone that seemed to be intact and could be used again. When he heard Butcher Zhang talking about his apprentice, he staggered Butcher Zhang with his spiritual power, "Although the quality of the spiritual root is poor, it is good." There are many options to choose from, and with your qualifications, I seem to know of one example."
Chengyun calmed down after hearing this. After all, his younger brother Yinfeng was good, so he himself didn't have much extravagance.
Suddenly he was pulled back into the conscious space. Cheng Yun was already a little irritable. He pulled himself in without his consent two or three times and was about to curse.
Instead of seeing Zi Bucai and Jian Yi, a humanoid figure threw a book-like object towards him. Cheng Yun felt like the world was spinning. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mr. Lin looking deep in thought.
"Why are you in a daze? Don't be sad, just practice." Butcher Zhang touched Cheng Yun's head with his big hand. Cheng Yun shook his head, avoided Butcher Zhang's hand, wiped the top of his head with his hand, and felt Find something you can read at any time.
Ignoring Butcher Zhang who still wanted to touch his head, he said something to Mr. Lin and respectfully took Yinfeng to Mr. Lin. Butcher Zhang, the sour scholar and the old village chief bowed and prepared to go home. Take a good look at what it is.
Mr. Lin noticed that Cheng Yun was about to leave, "You must be tired today. I also got this skill by chance. You can take it and have a look." Cheng Yun accepted it and nodded in agreement, leading Yin Feng back.
Mr. Lin stopped recalling it and told the old village chief not to talk to others today. If he asked, it would be just an ordinary qualification, the Golden Spirit Root. The old village chief nodded and returned home accompanied by Butcher Zhang.
When Butcher Zhang came back from seeing off the old village chief, the two of them woke up the sour scholar who was still in a state of despair, "Come in and I'll talk to you about this in detail."
The sour scholar sighed and looked up at the moon in the sky. A mysterious and complex talisman with pure, huge and awe-inspiring righteousness appeared on the sour scholar's chest.
When Butcher Zhang saw the talisman, he said regretfully, "If you had..."
The sour scholar entered the door, and when he heard this, he laughed miserably, "If I were that day, haha, where would I have that day?"
Butcher Zhang and Mr. Lin were both speechless. The three of them entered the pharmacy and lit a dim lamp. The sour scholar was silent for a long time, but they did not rush him.
"At noon that day, your majesty and righteousness made the sun turn into stars."
"The true Confucian saint is carried by the sun and the moon, and his disciples are helpless. The emperor's sun shines brightly, and his mantle will eventually turn into nothing." The sour scholar murmured.
The scene of thousands of people visiting seemed to appear before their eyes again.
A Confucian scholar was sitting cross-legged on a futon with a scroll in his hands. The saint's words resonated with the world, and the power of rules transformed into human forms to protect him at the foot of the steps.
Regardless of the realm of monks from all ethnic groups, those who listen to the words of Confucian scholars will break through the realm, worship and regard themselves as disciples of Confucian scholars.
The disciple standing next to the Confucian scholar lowered his eyebrows and was demure, with the power of rules added to him. Although the sage's light could not compete with the Confucian scholar's brilliance, it was as gentle and pleasant as the bright moon.
Cheng Yun, who had come back from eating in a shabby tavern, was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and two open books appeared in his consciousness.
One is somewhat ordinary and tattered, while the other not only exudes the aura of vast antiquity, but also seems to be brand new at the beginning of time.
Chengyun tilted his head and looked at the tattered scroll that was opened from top to bottom. Jianyi couldn't bear it and straightened the scroll. Chengyun sincerely thanked Niuzuijian. Jianyi waved his hand and returned to the diaphragm to look at the gray outside. Space to meditate.
After comparing what he could understand in the two volumes, and then comparing his own meridians and acupuncture points, Cheng Yun called Zi Bucai, "Can you give it a try?"
Zi Bucai sensed the spiritual power he had worked so hard to accumulate, nodded hard, and used the ring and his own spiritual power to simulate the spiritual power circuits of the two volumes.
"The latter's acupuncture points are not human acupuncture points." Zi Bucai looked at Cheng Yun meaningfully. Cheng Yun ignored him and drew a circuit by himself. Zi Bucai simulated it again, and the spiritual power circuit exploded directly.
Cheng Yun carefully compared it with his memory, and ran to draw another kind of circuit. Zi Bu didn't say anything when he saw that Cheng Yun didn't ask any more questions, and simulated the circuit according to Cheng Yun's instructions.
Based on the knowledge that Mr. Lin taught him about the operation of acupuncture points, coupled with the exercises given by the previous ring, Chengyun discovered very early that his acupuncture points and meridians were different from other normal people. The strange thing was that his younger brother Yinfeng's meridians and acupuncture points were different from normal ones. Human race is no different.
Comparing this time with the newly acquired exercises, I found that the exercises that Mr. Lin added to his tattered scroll were suitable for humans, while the brand new scroll was suitable for the extra acupoints and meridians.
Although some meridians and acupuncture points overlap, those extra human meridians and acupuncture points seem to suppress the purely human meridians to a certain extent.
Based on these constant attempts, Cheng Yun carved the spiritual power circuit, and Zi Bucai's spiritual power became increasingly scarce. Zi Bucai, whose figure became darker and darker, looked at Cheng Yun, who seemed to be a little crazy, and hurriedly called Jianyi for help.
Jianyi withdrew his mind and looked at Cheng Yun, whose consciousness was cracked, and Zi Bucai, who was a little transparent, and hurriedly used his spiritual power to help Zi Bucai.
"What's going on?" "Chengyun seems to want to change the two techniques to suit him." Jian nodded, looking at the spiritual power circuit that was gradually stabilizing, and estimated that the spiritual power he had accumulated recently should be enough. , then silently transmitted spiritual power to Zi Bucai.
With Jian Yi's help, Zi Bucai stabilized his figure. Seeing the somewhat crazy Cheng Luck, Zi Bucai cooperated silently.
After the spiritual power circuit no longer exploded, Cheng Yun's consciousness gradually stabilized. He was satisfied to see that after repeated tests of the spiritual power circuit, the spiritual power of each acupuncture point and meridians was operating reasonably.
Cheng Yun bowed his hand to Er Ling and said, "Thank you very much for today. I will go to the valley someday to replenish your health." Er Ling bowed to express his thanks, and Cheng Yun's consciousness sank back to his body.
Cheng Yun opened his eyes and felt that the two spirits in the ring had basically lost their spiritual power. He went to the yard and picked up a branch to write and draw on the ground, baring his teeth and smiling.
After silently running the spiritual circuit, "It's called the Success Breathing Method!" Satisfied, he returned to his room and fell asleep.
"This damn sour scholar has a very strict mouth." Butcher Zhang opened the sour scholar's door with a slap, ignoring the squeaky door frame.
Mr. Lin also followed out expressionlessly. "Lin Laomo, you are also a scholar who has read some books by sages and went to an academy. What's wrong? You scholars like to say half of the story, shake your head, and say nothing?"
"I'm not your disciple. At best, I'm just a dabbler who sticks to the door and claims to be your disciple after being favored by him. There is a way to speak in your words, so this is the end of my life with tattered and sour books."
After saying that, he spat, feeling that the sour scholar didn't care, and used his spiritual power to spit on the window with the shadow of the sour scholar. He was frightened when he saw the figure inside, and returned to his pharmacy in anger.
Butcher Zhang looked at the relief, kicked the squeaking door frame, snorted coldly, and turned to go home. "Don't forget it." When Butcher Zhang heard these words, he immediately became furious and turned around like Old Demon Lin.
The sour scholar was helpless, looking at the portrait of the gentleman hanging in the room in a daze, "I have been pursuing so hard that I have lost my Taoist heart, and today I saw the Holy Emperor's spiritual root, which is normal but without the Taoist heart..."
Without saying any more to himself, the sour scholar gave the portrait a faint aura of awe, and then solemnly put it away.
After that day, everything returned to normal. After Cheng Yun performed the method named Purple Eyes on the top of the mountain every morning, he would wait for Coach Li and the others at the bottom of the mountain.
Yinfeng also attends classes seriously every day, and all three meals a day are taken care of by the sour scholar. He also buys designated herbs and animal blood from Chengyun for Yinfeng's use.
Although Cheng Yun was very happy to be able to make money, he still felt strange in his heart, so he reluctantly refused the sour scholar's "good thing" to buy his own herbal medicine for Yin Feng.
But the sour scholar still had to give him three meals a day. After all, he was one of the largest households in the village, and his daily meals were much better than the soup and rice he kept running around asking for.
And I heard that the fat cook said that every five or six days he would personally cook a good meal and deliver it to the sour scholar. Otherwise, this scholar is very particular. He thought that there would be such a good meal when he went to Yinfeng. He was really talented. Being outstanding can still bring you more advantages.
Every time he thought about this, Cheng Yun would chase Mr. Lin and ask him about his talent. At first, Mr. Lin comforted Cheng Yun, saying that there might not be anyone in the world with such complete talents and spiritual roots as his.
When he heard about Cheng Yun, he would stare at Lin's kitchen with his eyes. Mr. Lin didn't know what he meant, but he would cook a meal for Cheng Yun every time.
But every day, except at noon when Cheng Yun had to go hunting, he could not ask himself about his talent. At breakfast and dinner, he could always see Cheng Yun asking himself on time. Mr. Lin endured it for seven days. When Cheng Yun came in, he was beaten before he could speak. The spiritual power flew out.
Cheng Yun sneered and went to Butcher Zhang's house to ask how his talent was. For nearly a month, Butcher Zhang was miserable.
Even though he has clearly seen the purpose of Cheng Yun, his precious daughter is looking forward to Cheng Yun every day, so he has no choice but to follow Cheng Yun and say that his talent is rare in the world.
Butcher Zhang couldn't see it and didn't care that Cheng Yun was acting inappropriately, but his daughter took it seriously. It should be said that she took it seriously.
Every morning and evening, Cheng Yun tried his best to make Zhang Ling'er happy, so Zhang Butcher had no choice but to obey his precious daughter.
Every time he saw Cheng Yun eating and taking away, Butcher Zhang could only be happy along with Zhang Ling'er.
In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, so Zhang Butcher released his spiritual consciousness early in the morning to guard half a mile around his house, and finally even set up a formation at his house based on the characteristics of Cheng Yun's spiritual power.
After that day, Cheng Yun could no longer enter half a mile of Butcher Zhang's house during meal time.
Cheng Yun didn't care either. Although according to Mr. Lin and others, his talent should not be as good as most people, but judging from Zi Bucai and Jian Yi's spirit-testing posture that day, there must be something hidden like his own meridians. .
The most important thing right now is to go home and go to the village chief to ask how his talent is doing.
When Grandma Li couldn't bear it anymore, she had to go to Sour Scholar's place to taste what Yinfeng ate every day. Although Yinfeng would bring some for herself every night, how could it be as delicious as taking advantage of her own talent?
