I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 318

2020-04-2909:21:14

He excitedly carried a small white bottle, lit an oil lamp, and came to the big tree in the courtyard. Measuring his height, looking at the traces on the tree that had been cut by tiles and then scabbed over, he remembered his grandmother who had grown up with him and who had just passed away from a disease not long ago.

The man in the town said that the grandmother suffered from a serious disease, and the evil was permeating the body, making it difficult to cure.

Touching the traces on the tree, he was just about to drip the liquid from the small white bottle to the root of the tree, but when he looked down, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw a lot of green and sparkling spots gathered on the bottle mouth of the small white bottle. These spots are like dim fireflies, gathering from all directions near the bottle mouth toward the inside of the bottle. There was a faint yellow light.

"This is…"

Zhang Cong tried to grab the light spot with his hand, but unfortunately the light spot was insubstantial and could not be grasped at all, but in the vicinity of these light spots, he had a very comfortable feeling. The taste is like soaking your feet in hot water in the cold winter of April 9th, which is indescribable.

Seeing that the light spots were gathering more and more, he hurriedly pointed the oil lamp at the mouth of the bottle and looked inside. Unconsciously, the liquid in the bottle was showing signs of rising.

"Could it be that this little white bottle can absorb the aura of the moon, are these light spots the aura it gathered?"

As soon as this idea came out, Zhang Cong quickly brought the small white bottle into the house. As soon as he entered the door, the light spot around the bottle quickly dissipated, and after crossing a threshold, the light spot quickly appeared and gathered at the mouth of the bottle.

Looking at the high moon hanging in the sky, Zhang Cong was excited. The liquid in the fake white bottle was originally a one-time consumable. It seems that as long as there is a moon at night, the spiritual liquid inside will be continuously provided?

Originally used to water the tree, he still felt a little distressed, but in this way, he had nothing to worry about at all, and he poured the remaining half bottle of spiritual liquid under the apple tree.

After a few seconds, the green liquid quickly disappeared from the soil, the roots of the trees made a squeezing sound, and the bluestone bricks in the courtyard suddenly swelled near the roots of the trees. Rapid expansion and growth, arching the blue bricks.

It is summer now, and the fruit trees are lush and luxuriant, usually only after autumn can bear fruit. But at this time, the fruit branches quickly grew flowers, and the branches below the flowers bloomed again. In an instant, a strong fragrance of pollen spread in the courtyard, and the next scene surprised him even more. Originally it was just a few withered buds, but at this time it actually produced several egg-sized fruits. With the passage of time, the fruits grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was originally a pear tree, and the largest pears that usually bear are the size of a palm, but at this time, the pears have grown to the size of two fists, and they have not stopped growing! The branch was bent by the hanging pear, and if it was any bigger, it would probably fall to the ground.

Zhang Cong was sweating at this scene. Anyway, these pears were fruits that took half a bottle of liquid to bear. If they fell to the ground, wouldn't it be a waste?

Finally, after a few minutes, the fruits stopped growing, and each fruit grew to a full two pounds, twice the size of an ordinary pear.

Ripe pears have a unique scent, and along with the waft of pollen, the yard is instantly filled with a refreshing scent. Looking at the tender pear, Zhang Cong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, picked one, and couldn't help but took a bite.

When the pear entered the mouth, the rich juice burst in his mouth. The sweetness was ten times that of an ordinary pear. He had never eaten such a delicious pear before! The mouth is juicy, the sweet juice wraps the teeth and tongue, and the body is very comfortable to swallow.

The two fist-sized pears were eaten up by Zhang Cong in three or two bites. If it wasn't for the astringency of the pears, he would have swallowed the pear cores raw.

After eating one, he felt full. Looking at the thirty or fifty pears on the tree, he picked one after another, and his stomach bloated unbearably after eating enough.

He lowered his head and looked at the little white bottle.

It took nearly half an hour to eat these pears, and after half an hour, two or three drops of spiritual liquid appeared in the bottle.

It seems that his guess is correct. As long as the bottle is placed under the moonlight, it will continuously collect spiritual energy and convert it into spiritual liquid.

And the spiritual liquid can continuously provide nutrients to the plants...

Looking at the house from a distance, if this is the case, what is a two-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum? As long as the green hills are there, he is not afraid that there will be no firewood to burn. As long as there is a small white bottle, even a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum can be grown on an acre of land!

At this moment, Zhang Cong suddenly felt a discomfort in his body.

Like eating too much abdominal bloating, but itching all over.

It comes from the itch in the bones, from the top of the head to the toes, like a hundred insects piercing the heart...

Is it poisoned? Zhang Cong was extremely flustered. He regretted his reckless actions. He knew that he couldn't eat so much at once. At first, it was nourishing, but later, his body started to ache, like a red soldering iron scalded on his body. He was sweating profusely!

He couldn't help screaming out, laying on the ground and rolling. This pain made him feel like he had jumped into Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace. Immediately afterwards, a layer of black sweat appeared on his body. The sweat was wet and slippery on his hands, and it was slightly sticky, exuding a stench.

"I'm not going to die..."

"Ah! It hurts..."

Suck…

hiss…

He gritted his teeth and almost broke his front teeth!

After struggling for half an hour, this tingling and pain gradually disappeared, and his body was also sticky, and the linen robe on his body also turned dark brown, as if he had just rolled out of a mud pond.

The severe pain made him lose the extra strength on his body, he was panting and leaning on the tree to stand up, while panting heavily, he wiped off a sweat, and after wiping it off, he suddenly felt something different.

He immediately illuminated his right hand with an oil lamp. The hand that used to hold the **** heavily was now extremely clean. The original layer of calluses on the palm of the hand disappeared, replaced by a piece of skin that was as smooth as a baby.

"This…"

He hurriedly raised his trousers. There was a scar on his right calf, which was left when he fell from the back mountain when he was a child.

At this time, he disappeared, and he felt very light.

"Wash the marrow?"

Frowning, these two words immediately appeared in Zhang Cong's mind.

Standing up from the ground dripping with sweat, Zhang Cong found that he was smelling like he had just climbed out of a septic tank.

The word "washing marrow" was also heard by Zhang Cong.

There are some martial arts schools in the town. The first thing the disciples do after entering is to wash the marrow and remove all the impurities from the body, so that they can be reborn.

He ran into the house, took a bronze mirror and looked at his face, and found that he had become a black clay figurine. The thick layer of black toxin covered on his skin was so disgusting that he scooped it out of the water tank. After washing his face with a scoop of water, he found that his skin was smoother than before, and even a few beards had disappeared, as if he looked several years younger in an instant.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly became excited. This bottle is a treasure. I didn't expect that the fruit grown with the spiritual liquid would have the effect of washing the marrow? If you eat more, will you...will you also become a martial artist?

From childhood to adulthood, Zhang Cong has only heard about it. There is a martial arts sect called Xuanwumen in the town. Every year, new disciples are recruited. For the collateral branch, the annual task is to screen and cultivate the seed players, and after a period of time, send the most potential new disciples to the sect.

This idea, he just thought about it, because it is not easy to be favored by Xuanwumen. Some schools must be selected according to their age. They must be children under the age of ten, so that the basic skills can be solid; See Linggan.

This kind of thing is brought by the mother's womb, and it is almost impossible to find one in ten thousand people. Obviously, it is even more impossible for me to grow up from the ravine, and I have already passed the age.

Although you may not be able to enter the Xuanwu Gate, eating this fruit regularly will definitely have the effect of prolonging your life.

"Tomorrow, I will sell this Ganoderma lucidum, pick the fruit and give it to Xiaohua to taste, she loves pears the most!"

As I thought about it, I suddenly felt tired.

The process of washing the marrow was too painful. Although the physique had become much stronger after the marrow washing, Zhang Cong was in a state of collapse and needed a break. After simply washing his body, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

It was not until the next day, three poles in the sun, that Zhang Cong was awakened by a loud noise in the yard.

Sitting up abruptly from the bed, the first thing he thought of was the small white bottle, he hurriedly touched his pocket and found that the small white bottle was still there, UU was reading www. uukanshu. com breathed a sigh of relief. He touched the pillow, stuffed the small white bottle under it, put on straw sandals and walked towards the compound.

In the center of the yard were seven or eight villagers, all of whom were neighbors near Zhang Cong's house. Looking at the open door, Zhang Cong was slightly annoyed, "Who asked you to come to my house casually?"

"Yo, Zhang Cong, when you played so high, your aunt watched you grow up, and now you won't let him into your house?"

"Why, you still have a golden mountain in your house?"

The second aunt is a neighbor who lives in the east. She became a widow 20 years ago. She really grew up watching her since she was a child. When her grandmother was busy, she often went to her house to eat food. Zhang Cong's neck was red, and he said speechlessly: "Second Aunt, of course you can enter my yard if you want, but they..."

"Xiao Cong, you really can't blame us. We saw swarms of flying insects rushing towards your yard early in the morning, and we thought something happened to your house! We knocked on the door for a long time in the morning. I can't bear to knock on you, so I called my helper to pry open your door, and as soon as I entered the yard, I found that these flying insects were all jumping on your tree!"

Second Aunt pointed to the pear tree road in the atom.

"Flying insects" is the dialect of this area, which refers to mosquitoes such as bees and butterflies. Zhang Cong rubbed his eyes and looked up at the tree. The scene in front of him suddenly made his heart tremble. It was densely packed with insects, the branches of the pear tree were blooming, and some butterflies and bees smashed their heads to compete for the stamens.

As for the pears, there are also layers of black pests hanging on the pears, which are gnawing on the pears. After a while, most of these pears have been eaten. From time to time, there are a few birds circling in the sky, sometimes swooping down, He pecked at the insects on the tree, and left after he had eaten and drank enough.

He was stunned by the strange sight in front of him.

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