There is a nearly three-meter-high stone wall, a passage made of giant trees, and arrow towers and lookout posts every two hundred meters.
There is a trench under the stone wall, and sharp wooden spears are densely placed in it. You can imagine the feeling of falling down.
But for some reason, Zhang Yang looked familiar after seeing such a village style. It didn't come from Wang Ergou's memory, but more like some of the villages he had encountered in the fairy world.
"Stop, Wang Er, go over there."
A group of village patrols equipped with spears and shields escorted Zhang Yang to the second floor of the village entrance, where there was actually a small urn.
In the center of the urn city, there is a huge incense burner, and behind the incense burner is a statue with a green face and fangs.
This is the protector of the village, but Wang Ergou does not have the memory of how to protect him.
When the patrol team escorted Zhang Yang here, a skinny old man grabbed a handful of incense ashes from the incense burner and melted it into a bowl of red water.
"Drink!"
Undoubtedly, Zhang Yang had no choice but to hold his nose and drink the strange bowl of water.
Then, I felt nothing, and it seemed that I had passed the test.
After a few minutes, the patrol members breathed a sigh of relief. One of them, a very strong man, laughed and patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder. The force was so strong that he almost flew out.
"Not bad, Wang Er, you actually escaped from the pursuit of the iron-backed gray-billed goose, but even so, you can't choose a monk apprentice, so you might as well join the patrol team early."
Zhang Yang pretended to smile awkwardly and said nothing. In Wang Ergou's memory, he was always so taciturn. There was only one lame grandfather in the family, so he didn't have to worry about being spotted.
When passing through the small urn city, Zhang Yang glanced at the wall, and what he saw were some lines of Taoist and forbidden laws that needed to be activated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It was unmistakable. There would be at least a foundation building period in this Li Village. A cultivator of immortality, and he must be a Jindan Dao.
Inside the Wengcheng is the real Li Village. It is quite large, with almost a thousand households. The houses are connected to the houses, and the courtyards are courtyards. They are scattered high and low, but there are few trees.
Except for one street in the middle, the rest are small alleys where only two people can walk side by side.
This situation really feels a bit like the expensive rice in Licun.
Zhang Yang slowly walked back according to Wang Ergou's memory, and what he saw were simple small houses one after another. There were several people crowded in the houses, most of them were old people, children, and women.
The weather is perfect at the moment. In some spacious places, you can see a group of ragged and skinny old people huddled there to bask in the sun and catch lice. Even the children who should be the most energetic are very quiet because they are hungry.
When Zhang Yang walked by, the green eyes of a group of people really made his hair stand on end. He felt that they were more sinister than the earthbound spirits outside the village.
After walking quickly and bypassing seven or eight maze-like alleys, Zhang Yang arrived at Wang Ergou's home. The situation here was slightly better. It seemed that Wang Ergou's family was a local household, not a refugee.
Because these were two huts of about 40 square meters, plus a small courtyard of 30 square meters. After seeing those narrow and simple shacks, Zhang Yang almost thought they were mansions.
"Brother Ergou, you are back!"
A very surprising and crisp voice startled Zhang Yang, and then he saw a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, with some freckles on her face, who was also thin, walking out of a hut. Her eyes were so bright.
Well, it seems that this is his daughter-in-law. She has never been married. She escaped from another village three months ago and then became Wang Ergou's wife. The condition is that their family must live in another hut.
"Xiao-Xiao Cui."
Zhang Yang opened his mouth, and finally took a hatchet and divided a goose head into pieces, which was more or less meat.
"Cough cough cough!"
In another hut, an old man coughed violently. Zhang Yang quickly took the opportunity to enter the house. The hut was very dark and there was no furniture, not even an earthen bed. An old man who was as thin as a ghoul was panting like a bellows. Only the eyes are spiritual.
"grandfather."
Zhang Yang said hello, helped the old man up, and started to chop the remaining goose meat into pieces. He also wanted to cook some porridge, but when he opened the rice vat, there was only a starved rat in it.
"Brother Ergou, there will be porridge in the village. If you go late, there will be no more." Xiao Cui shouted outside.
"Has the situation gotten so bad?" Zhang Yang was a little confused. Judging from the formation restrictions carved on the wall of Li Village, there was at least a foundation-building immortal cultivator who practiced Jindan Dao. With such strength, Li The village has a population of about 10,000 to 20,000. Even if we just cultivate some fields casually, it wouldn't be like this.
"I'm not going today."
Zhang Yang replied, he had a small half of goose meat in his hand, and it was impossible to get porridge if he went there, but if he put the goose meat at home, could the old man keep an eye on it? Don't kill yourself because of this.
However, not only was there no rice at home, but there was also no firewood. In the end, I went to Cheap's mother-in-law's house to get some. I vaguely remembered that he had a Cheap uncle, but he was not at home.
After a lot of work, I cooked two bowls of meat porridge, fed half a bowl to the old man, drank one bowl myself, and gave the remaining half bowl to my cheap mother-in-law. This old woman was also very sick, so she was really pitiful. Of course, everyone was pitiful.
After all the hard work, Zhang Yang sat in front of the old man's bed, hoping that this cheap grandpa would say something amazing, such as "good grandson, our family still has an ancestral jade pendant."
But the old man really didn't have the energy to speak. He just panted and looked at Zhang Yang with affection in his eyes.
Zhang Yang couldn't hold back several times and wanted to give the old man the unit of ordinary spiritual energy he got from killing the Earthbound Spirit, but he still held back.
He had to survive first and figure out what was going on? Why has the world of cultivating immortals become so miserable
It stands to reason that as long as the spiritual energy is not exhausted and enters the Age of Ending Dharma, immortal cultivators should always be invincible.
Soon, the old man fell asleep, and Zhang Yang quietly sat down in the corner of the room. After some preparation, he began to practice the exercises.
He had no shortage of basic skills, but Wang Ergou's body was so bad that he felt that all the meridians in his body were distorted. His body's potential was like a balloon with hundreds of holes stuck in it, and he couldn't even inflate it.
In addition, if calculated in terms of longevity, Wang Ergou's body can live up to 30 years.
"It seems that the human DNA in this world has been cracked and then deliberately distorted, or it is similar to being contaminated by nuclear power. As a result, immortal cultivators will not be able to progress, and the bodies of mortals will not recover."
"So, if I want to live, my first purpose is not to practice, but to repair this distorted and deformed body."
Zhang Yang no longer hesitated, let go of the isolation of his soul a little, looked inside in the shortest time, and isolated his soul again after a second. At this point, his body couldn't bear it, and blood came out of his nostrils for free.
Zhang Yang couldn't care about this at this time, but thought quickly.
"Sword cultivators have the Nine Heavenly Meridians Sword Pills, while Jindan Dao has seven palaces and thirteen sutras. Because Jindan Dao cultivators cultivate immortality and long-term vision, they compare the body to a ladder to the sky. Not only It cannot be destroyed easily, and it also needs careful care. It cannot be done without one or the other.”
"From this point of view, Wang Ergou may have a few tenths of a chance to practice swordsmanship with a body like Wang Ergou's, but there is not even a one-in-a-billionth chance to practice Jindan Dao."
"But fortunately, I have my own plug-in. If I repair it carefully, there may be some opportunities. No, I have to fight for enough opportunities."
"Then, considering my current situation, it is difficult to repair the Seven Palaces, so I can settle for the next best thing and start with the repair of the Thirteen Palaces."
The so-called Thirteen Meridians refer to the acupuncture points of various parts of the human body. Even many ordinary warrior doctors are familiar with them. Of course, they are limited to the first twelve meridians.
Golden elixir practitioners use the acupoints in each part of the thirteen sutras to accumulate and circulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and finally build the foundation of the golden elixir.
Zhang Yang understands this quite well, after all, he has come back from the dead several times, and the Soul Vein Sword Pills and Spirit Vein Sword Pills among the Nine Heavenly Meridians of Sword Cultivator are very similar to the Golden Pill Dao.
Zhang Yang calculated carefully for a moment and determined the repair target, one of the three yin meridians of the hand, the Taiyin Lung Meridian. The reason for this was that he found that Wang Ergou had mild asthma, but there were no pollutants in this world, and the air was obviously very fresh. , The spiritual energy of heaven and earth does not seem to be too scarce.
The most important thing is that after he took the three suspected spiritual fruits during the day today, the traces of heat representing spiritual energy dissipated the fastest when passing through the heart and lungs.
All the way back to Licun, the refugees, men, women, old and young, all seemed to have mild or severe coughs.
Therefore, it is very important to repair the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the Hand first, at least so that his combat effectiveness will not be greatly reduced due to poor breathing during the battle.
As for how to repair it, of course it is to use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Zhang Yang took out the bead he got from killing the earth-bound spirit today, and inserted three sewing needles borrowed from Xiaocui into several key points, then pinched open the bead and swallowed a unit of ordinary-level heaven and earth spiritual energy.
At the same time, Zhang Yang also let go of his soul control, trying his best to suppress the spiritual energy gathering in three key points. In just three seconds, he felt like being struck by lightning, spitting out three mouthfuls of black blood, and passed out because his brain shut down. .
In the middle of the night, Zhang Yangyouyou woke up. First of all, he felt that his head was numb, as if it had turned into a lump. This was normal. His soul had been unlocked too many times. It would be okay to rest for a few days.
The second thing that concerned him a lot was the repair of the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the Hand. The effect was naturally very good. No internal vision was needed. Just breathing gently brought a feeling of relief, as if a huge mountain had been lifted off.
"It's done!"
There are a total of 22 acupoints in the Lung Meridian of Hand Taiyin, but the three most severely distorted acupoints are. If they are restored at this time, it is no less than a complete recovery of a tuberculosis ghost.
However, this was still far from being able to practice Kung Fu, so Zhang Yang was not in a hurry, tidied up and went to sleep.