After Wang Lin entered the fourth-level cultivation country, he immediately stopped flying, but concealed his cultivation base, walking on the official road like a mortal, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Wang Lin took a deep breath.
Breaking through the Nascent Soul and entering the God Transformation, this is no longer any practice that can play a role, and even the pill, unless you can get six ranks or more, otherwise it will not have any effect.
To reach the realm of transforming gods, one needs to perceive the way of heaven and realize a realm of one's own. This is the only way.
It is precisely because of this that Wang Lin didn't have any idea of joining any sect in the fourth-level cultivation country this time. After all, if he could not truly enter the core of the sect, it would be of little use for the promotion of the gods.
But if you want to enter the core of the martial art, this fact is too difficult, and Wang Lin is unwilling to waste time on this.
Based on his own four hundred years of understanding of cultivation, coupled with the experience of fighting with several monks in the transformation stage, Wang Lin knows that if he wants to break through the Nascent Soul and reach the transformation stage, his understanding of the way of heaven is particularly important.
Wang Lin begged to kill himself all the way, full of blood and blood. Such a state of mind has nothing to do with understanding the way of heaven. He has a hunch that if he continues, he wants to break through the Nascent Soul, fearing that he will be hopeless in this life.
In fact, Wang Lin's current cultivation level is not the true Yuan Ying stage. His extreme realm deity is still in a bottleneck, but his clone has successfully reached the Yuan Ying stage.
Walking on the official road, Wang Lin's body had already slowly changed.
Regarding the extreme realm, Wang Lin already thought very clearly. He did not seek to break through the extreme realm, nor was he dependent on the extreme realm as before. In his opinion, the extreme realm was just a magic weapon.
The level of the magic weapon is not enough now. No danger to the cultivators of the transformation stage. If you want to upgrade the magic weapon. Then some rare genius treasures are needed. For example, the treasure of the town of the sixth-level cultivation country, the crystal of repairing stars.
After putting aside the extreme realm. Wang Lin is ready to be a clone. Embark on the road of comprehension. If it is a clone, one day it can reach the stage of infancy. Then maybe there is a chance to get the crystal of repairing stars, then. Catalyzed by this crystal. According to Nardo. Extremely, there is a chance to break through.
Wang Lin took a deep breath. Drive the extreme state from the brain. He knew that the most important thing for him now was to understand the way of heaven, and the first half of his life. Really spent in the killing. This kind of life is incomplete. If you want to truly understand the way of heaven. Then he must start from scratch. Be a mortal.
To transform the spirit. Let's transform the vanity first!
Unconsciously. Wang Lin's state of mind. Change slowly. Gradually. He has a vague sense of understanding. It's just that Ming Wu passed by like lightning. Soon Wang Lin couldn't catch it.
He was silent a little. Smiled dumbly. The cultivation base in the body gradually disappeared like snowflakes melted. In the end, his whole person looks no different from a mortal.
There was a strange light in Wang Lin's eyes. He smoothly plucked one of the willow leaves on the side of the road and put it in his mouth, feeling the green and astringent smell, and slowly walked away.
The territory of the fourth-level comprehension kingdom is vast, several times larger than that of the Zhao Kingdom. Therefore, there are also many monks in it. Similarly, the number of mortals has reached a huge number.
While Wang Lin was walking, he saw some passers-by, all carrying luggage, but he did not have any packages. As a result, he was quite noticed by pedestrians.
Wang Lin groaned a little, and cut off some branches from both sides of the official road and woven them into a small frame with his own hands.
Walking on the official road, in just a few hours, he saw many mortal warriors, riding high-headed horses, whizzing past. These people didn't even look at Wang Lin who was walking on the roadside.
Every time a horse passed by, a piece of dust would be lifted up. Wang Lin didn't mind, he patted the dust on his body and continued to walk. It was just that he hadn't walked far this time, and suddenly a shout came from behind him: "Make way!"
At the same time, a strong wind rushed from behind, and on one side of Wang Lin's body, only a black horse was seen, almost touching his body, and nipping past.
Immediately afterwards, several more horses roared.
One of them was about to hit Wang Lin. At this moment, the strong man on the horse swiftly pulled the horse's rein, but when he heard a hurried horse hiss, the front hooves of the horse were suddenly high. Lifting up, leaning to the side.
After walking a few steps on the ground, the horse stopped. The strong man on it stared wide-eyed, and the whip in his hand twitched his whip back, splitting his head like Wang Lin falling down, and at the same time he shouted from his mouth: "Where are you from? Blind man, no eyes!"
Wang Lin frowned, but at the moment when the whip was drawn, a middle-aged man jumped up from the horse beside him, grabbed the whip, and said dissatisfiedly: "Zhang San, what are you doing?"
The strong man hummed softly, retracted his whip, gave Wang Lin a vicious look, pulled the horse's rein, and galloped away.
The middle-aged man didn't even look at the other person, turned to look at Wang Lin, and said with a fist, "This little brother, I scared you just now. I wait for something important, and I hope to forgive me."
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "It's okay." As he said, he took a picture of the dust on his body.
The middle-aged man looked surprised. In his opinion, Wang Lin was just an ordinary person, without any trace of martial arts training, but the courage of this man was quite extraordinary.
The middle-aged man took a close look at Wang Lin and smiled: "In Xia Lu Xing, there is only one direction for this road, and that is the capital. I don't know what is the so-called brother going to the capital?" After speaking, he glanced at the small frame behind Wang Lin. , Said weirdly: "Brother is a doctor who practices medicine?"
Wang Lin didn't argue, and nodded.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, held another fist, then turned on his horse, patted the horse with his left hand, and the horse neighed, not forward, but back.
Wang Lin glanced back and saw that ten miles behind the official road, there was a team of horse-drawn carriages slowly moving forward.
Half an hour later, the team of carriages appeared far behind Wang Lin. Around the carriage, there were nearly a hundred big men riding horses. Each of these men had shining eyes and their temples bulged high, obviously. A master in martial arts.
Lu Xing, beside a carriage, the probe was talking with the carriage.
This official road was not wide. After seeing the carriage, Wang Lin stood by the roadside.
When the carriage passed by Wang Lin, four big men had already arrived in front of Wang Lin and blocked him out. Lu Xing turned his head and glanced at Wang Lin. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, he pulled the horse's rein, and came to Wang Lin a few steps behind. He clasped his fists and said, "Brother, do you have medicine to relieve the evil wind disease?" "
Wang Lin's expression was calm. He knew that the other party had misunderstood that he was a doctor who was a doctor. Originally he would not pay attention to this matter because of his temperament. It is an opportunity to integrate into the mortal world.
Thinking of this, Wang Lin said, "But are there patients?"
The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, nodded and said: "There is a maid who is sick, and there is still seven days away from the capital. The prescription prescribed by the accompanying doctor has not been relieved."
Wang Lin glanced at the carriage and said, "Let me see the patient."
Lu Xing smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, do you have any medications that can be relieved? If not, don't look at it."
At this moment, an old man's voice came from the carriage: "Lv Xing, let him come and see, the healer is the world, maybe this person has a way to heal."
Lu Xing hurriedly said yes, jumped off the horse, and said to Wang Lin, "Brother, I'm in trouble."
Wang Lin followed Lu Xing and came to the carriage. When he was about to go up, the old man in the car coughed.
Wang Lin frowned. With his spiritual knowledge, he had already seen that there were three people in the carriage. Except for an old man, there were two young girls. Judging from their dress, they were clearly the master and the servant.
The sick one is not a maid at all, but his master. After Wang Lin's spiritual knowledge was swept away, where did the young lady get into the body, it was clear that there was a blue qi in the blood in the body, which was obviously poisoned by some kind of toxin.
"Stretch out your hand." Wang Lin said.
The woman in the car hesitated and stretched out her hand from the curtain. Wang Lin squeezed her wrist. After a little, she let go and took out a leaf at random from behind her body. With a movement of spiritual energy in her body, she hovered and retracted it in a circle.
Passing the leaves to Lu Xing, Wang Lin said, "You will get better tomorrow."
Lu Xing looked at the leaves in his hand weirdly, which was clearly an ordinary willow leaf. He smiled bitterly, and secretly said that he had misunderstood the wrong person. This person is definitely not a doctor who practices medicine, he is clearly a lunatic.
Otherwise, no one would use willow leaves as medicinal materials. If the leaves are really medicinal materials, then grab a lot of the leaves on both sides of the official road.
He was about to throw the leaves away. Suddenly the carriage curtain was lifted. A wrinkled old man leaned out and snatched the leaves from Lu Xing. After looking carefully for a long time, his expression couldn't help but change, and he said silently: "Hundred-year willow leaves!"
He took a deep breath, looked at Wang Lin's gaze, full of incredibleness, and quickly said respectfully: "I don't know if I take this thing, what are the taboos?"
Wang Lin said with a faint smile: "You can eat it raw."
The old man nodded quickly, and after making a color at Lu Xing, he respectfully returned to the carriage.
Lu Xing gave Wang Lin a weird look and smiled bitterly: "Brother, you are also going to the capital, why don't you go on the same road with us?"
Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "I want a horse!"
After listening to Lu Xing, he immediately shouted: "Lao Sun, let your horse out!"
A young man in his twenties, with a bitter expression on his face, turned over and got off his horse, and walked over with the rein of the horse. Then he murmured a few words and turned to leave.