Chapter 0008 Elixir
"Huh..." After they left, Song Minghua and the other two sat down on the couch limply and let out a long sigh.
"Old Li, I didn't realize you were so brave!" Sun Guiwu gave him a thumbs up.
He always prided himself on being very courageous, but facing the palm print he dared not even breathe, let alone question.
Hu Yunshi said: "This reward is secure."
Song Minghua rubbed his numb legs and said, "Think about what treasures you want to choose from the storehouse, Lao Li. We live together in the yard, but the treasures are yours."
They stood there for a long time before Li Chengkong came back.
The palm seal sat steadily, and the rest of the people had to stand, and stand straight and dared not move at all. The power of the palm seal made their blood stagnate.
Li Chengkong said with a relaxed smile: "Am I really going to keep it all for myself?"
"That's as it should be!" Sun Guiwu said, "According to the rules, whoever kills the bandit leader gets the first credit, and the same goes for me."
"There is nothing good in the Xiaoling Mausoleum!" Hu Yunshi snorted.
"I heard there is a sword that you can choose." Song Minghua said.
"I heard that there seems to be a precious sword called Mingquan Sword, which is very powerful." Sun Guiwu said.
Hu Yunshi was dismissive.
This is Xiaoling Mausoleum, what's the use of swords? What a bad idea!
Li Chengkong seemed to be thinking about something.
When he sat on the couch, he was not in a hurry to breathe in and out. After a day of pondering, he had fully understood the Nine Nether Claws and wanted to try to practice it.
The mind is like a hand, grabbing a ball of heat from Dantian and letting it flow along a complicated route to the hands, causing the hands to swell slightly.
He looked down and saw that there was no change in his hands. The feeling of them getting bigger was just a feeling.
The heat turned cold after entering the palms, and the hands became swollen, cold and pale at the same time.
As the hot air in Dantian was guided into the hands, the hands became colder and paler, no longer looking like the hands of a living person.
He practiced in one breath until only a thin hot air was left in his dantian, and then he stopped. At this time, his energy was almost exhausted.
In a daze, he stared at his hands in the moonlight. They looked like a pair of hands carved from ivory.
He gritted his teeth, got out of bed, and practiced the Qiankun move with his left hand.
After stabbing more than two hundred times, his energy was mostly restored. He went to bed and practiced breathing techniques, but soon he fell asleep due to exhaustion.
The next morning, in the vegetable field.
"Old Wang, can you tell me now? What treasures are available?"
"Good boy, I underestimated you!" Old Wang looked at Li Chengkong.
"It was just luck." Li Chengkong said modestly.
If it weren't for the fact that he was too weak and Zhang Yin and Qin Tiannan looked down on him from the bottom of their hearts, he wouldn't have been able to pass so easily.
Of course, if his thinking had not been ten times faster, he would have been forced to use the Qiankun style by Qin Tiannan.
Old Wang nodded approvingly: "You always feel that you are not energetic enough, but in fact it is because your body is not strong enough. If your body is strong enough, your spirit will be sufficient."
Li Chengkong asked: "Does Curry have a powerful god's treasure?"
He naturally knew that a strong blood means a strong spirit. Over the past ten days, his body has become much stronger and his energy has increased.
But this slight increase is far from enough to satisfy me.
"You are really persistent!" Old Wang looked at him doubtfully, then waved his hand: "Never mind, as far as I know, Curry has a spiritual wooden plaque that can calm the mind and improve spirit. You can choose it."
Li Chengkong smiled.
Although I don't know what the effect will be, as long as it is effective, it's good. Being a little stronger than now means that I will be practicing faster than others.
He returns to the house at night.
Song Minghua gave a wink, and Sun Guiwu went to close the door. Then the three of them came over together, their eyes sharp and eager.
Li Chengkong looked at them calmly, revealing a hint of doubt.
The existence of ten times thinking allows him to handle things with ease, and his behavior shows a calm and unusually steady demeanor.
Song Minghua whispered, "Old Li, I heard that there is a large Yuan-penetrating pill in the library, which can help you directly cross the two realms of Tatian and Heli and directly reach the Liyuan realm!"
Li Chengkong was cheered up.
He knew that among the ten realms, the first was the White Elephant Treading on the Sky Realm, abbreviated as the Treading on the Sky Realm, the second was the Crane's Cry in the Nine Skies Realm, abbreviated as the Crane's Cry Realm, and the third was the Hidden Dragon Emerging from the Abyss Realm, abbreviated as the Leaving the Abyss Realm.
People with ordinary talents may be stuck in the stage of potential dragon emerging from the abyss all their lives.
The so-called hidden dragon emerges from the abyss. Whether it can emerge from the abyss means whether it can fly into the sky. If it cannot, it will always be a hidden dragon and there is no need to use it.
Song Minghua said: "This Great Yuan Pill is a magical pill that only the three religions and four sects have. It is rare to see it. Taking this pill can save you ten years of hard training and make you on par with us!"
Ten years is an understatement.
One large Peiyuan Pill is enough to equal thirty years of practice for an average person, and ten years of hard practice for myself. And I am a martial arts genius that is rarely seen in a century.
Relying on the crude breathing technique he had just learned and a stabbing method he had practiced blindly, he unexpectedly killed a master of the evil ways. Although he got an advantage, the master's qualifications were comparable to his own.
"Old Li, no doubt about it, choose him!" Sun Guiwu patted Li Chengkong on the shoulder.
Hu Yunshi said in a deep voice: "This opportunity is rare!"
For many of them who grew vegetables, there was only one chance to make a contribution, and that was to be the first in the amount of vegetables harvested among the twenty-three tombs, and in return they would be given a yard.
Apart from this, there is no other opportunity to make meritorious service.
It is almost impossible to come across something like this time, and it is the first time to enter the treasure house of Xiaoling Mausoleum. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to come back.
"Bang!" There was a heavy knock on the door, and Qin Tiannan's voice came from outside: "Why are you closing the door in broad daylight!"
Sun Guiwu stepped forward, opened the door, and said with a friendly smile, "Master, please come in quickly!"
"What bad things are you doing?" Qin Tiannan stepped into the room, his eyes swept across Li Chengkong and fell on him: "Come on, Li Chengkong, follow me to the inner storehouse."
"Are we going to choose treasures?" Sun Guiwu's eyes lit up.
Qin Tiannan glanced at him: "It's not your choice, why are you so happy!"
"Boss, let me change my clothes." Li Chengkong said.
He had a mild obsession with mysophobia, and this short linen shirt had been soaked through with sweat several times, with a faint sweat odor that he had been enduring for a long time.
Sun Guiwu stretched out his hand and pushed him out: "Go, go, why are you changing clothes? You are making the steward wait!"
He was afraid that the night would be long and full of dreams and complications.
Qin Tiannan glared at him coldly, then turned and walked out.
Li Chengkong could only follow him out wearing his short, rough linen clothes for work.
Qin Tiannan walked out of the yard in silence.
With the appearance of Qin Tiannan, the noise in the courtyard disappeared, and the eunuchs with bare chests all huddled down, without any of their usual show-off gestures of flaring up their arms and shrugs.
Qin Tiannan walked out of the yard and headed north. He walked along the stone path through the woods, followed the downhill road to the foot of the West Mountain, and stopped on the bridge over the river.
Li Chengkong looked around as he walked. It was the first time he came down the mountain and saw the surrounding scenery. He saw the flat and open sacred road opposite.
The more than ten-meter-wide shrine road is paved with white jade, emitting a soft rosy luster in the sunset.
The White Jade Sacred Road runs from south to north, and finally splits into several branches, leading to one mausoleum after another.
There are huge statues on both sides of the Shinto Road, and the gods in various shapes seem to be ready to pounce at any time.
It is said that there are a total of 108 gods here, who were carved by Zhuge Qingya, the best craftsman in the world at that time, invited by Taizu of Dayue Dynasty in exchange for Mount Tai'a.
These gods are all gods passed down from ancient times. They have different postures. Some are punching, some are kicking, some are glaring, and some are smiling. Although they have experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, they are still lifelike.
He was watching intently when he was interrupted by Qin Tiannan's words.
Qin Tiannan patted the white jade railing on the bridge: "Li Chengkong, if you don't want to die quickly, don't learn Lao Wang's martial arts!"
