The days that followed were very uneventful. Zhang Yang rested in the cave during the day and went out to practice and search for spiritual herbs at night. Every time a certain amount of spiritual grass is accumulated, Mr. Fang will make a large cold yin body quenching soup to help him temper his body.
The efficacy of the Cold Yin Quenching Decoction is extraordinary, coupled with Zhang Yang's abnormal absorption ability and the practice of using the Yin Condensation Pearl at night, the strength has improved by leaps and bounds.
It's just that the slow progress in controlling Zizhang made Zhang Yang feel very depressed.
As for Mr. Fang, although he tried his best to cultivate, his injuries not only did not heal, but became more and more serious, and his health deteriorated day by day. Because of this, the urging of Zhang Yang to practice has been stepped up. In addition to the cold yin body quenching soup, Zhang Yang will also be urged to absorb the essence of the moon at night when the moon is full.
For this reason, he even specially taught Zhang Yang a practice method.
However, after Zhang Yang experienced it with his heart, he found that compared with "Taiyin Refining Shape", it was nothing but rubbish.
Old Fang coughed and coughed all day long, his face was sallow. Only when he sees Zhang Yang, will there be a trace of relief and peace of mind in his eyes—and, that unconcealable greed and secret joy.
This often makes Zhang Yang feel creepy.
Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.
On this day, Zhang Yang returned a pack of spirit grass as usual.
After Mr. Fang took it, he put it in the Nawu ring and said:
"These days I've been making cold yin quenching body soup for you, the original Yin-cold spirit herbs on my body have been completely consumed. Without the main medicine, these spirit herbs you collected will be useless... This old man is going out for a trip today. Go and buy some for you. I'm not at home for a few days, you have to be cautious. There are no powerful monsters nearby, just don't go too far, lest you encounter any danger and lose your care."
Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Mr. Fang to leave him here with confidence, isn't he afraid that he would take the opportunity to escape
Zhang Yang knew that the other party's old man's fear of him was also very clear in the other party's heart, but he didn't know what the purpose was, and he never exposed it.
"Also, the Qingyin Pill, which can make you sound, is still lacking the Sanmencao blindly, so I will buy it back by the way this time."
After Fang Laoer finished speaking, he smiled and turned into a ray of light and walked away into the distance.
Zhang Yang did not hide in the corner of the cave to rest as usual, but stood in the cave, full of uncertainty.
"Old man Fang is gone! Is he really gone?"
"It should be true. He has no need to play this kind of game with me at all."
"Should I take the opportunity to escape?"
"This is probably my last chance. Mr. Fang will definitely buy all the things he needs when he goes out this time..."
"No! My opponent's old man's fear, the opponent can clearly feel, it is impossible not to be wary of my escape."
"He must have left an indelible mark on me. After I gave up Yinquan, I escaped from the U-shaped valley for six or seven hundred miles, and I was always chased by the people from the Corpse Refining Gate; Fang Laoer's strength, I don't know how many times stronger than that thin middle-aged man. In a few days, escaping a thousand or two thousand miles is my limit, but I'm afraid that it will be difficult to really get rid of the other party."
"Once I am chased back by Mr. Fang, I'm afraid that I will be restricted from going out to collect herbs in the future, and I won't even have the time to temper Zizombie. Then there will be no way to go to heaven, no way to go to earth, and I can only be slaughtered by others. "
After much deliberation, Zhang Yang finally decided to give up and run away, went to the corner of the cave and lay down, took a Yin Ningzhu in his mouth, and began to practice while resting.
At night, they went out to collect herbs as usual, not only did not wait for the opportunity to escape, but they were more diligent than usual.
Just like that one day passed, another day passed...
Five days later, when Zhang Yang wondered if something had happened to Mr. Fang outside, a ray of light swayed from the sky and fell headlong at the entrance of the cave.
When I saw it, it was Mr. Fang. His face was as sallow as gold paper, and there was a dark and dead air on his forehead; there were blood stains on his clothes...
As soon as he entered the cave, he didn't care about Zhang Yang, so he took out a elixir and put it in his mouth, sat down cross-legged and began to use his kung fu to dissolve the power of the medicine.
call!
Zhang Yang stood up like a straight man, and jumped in front of Mr. Fang, his expression fluctuating.
Seeing that old man Fang is in such a mess, he must have encountered some kind of enemy.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Do you want to give it a go now
Zhang Yang could feel the tyrannical aura circulating in Old Fang's body, and he looked extremely unstable.
Soon, Zhang Yang dismissed this idea.
Although he always suspected that old man Fang would be detrimental to him, so far, everything this old man has done is for his own benefit, and there is no sign of disadvantage at all.
Strictly speaking, Mr. Fang is his benefactor, not his enemy.
It is really impossible for Zhang Yang to attack a temporary benefactor rashly. He has his own conscience and his own principles of life.
What's more, "a lean camel is bigger than a horse". A seriously injured monk at the peak of Jindan was not something a wandering corpse like Zhang Yang could handle.
If Zhang Yang had already controlled the purple stiff head now, he might still have a chance, but right now, making a move would be tantamount to death.
Thinking about this clearly, Zhang Yang completely let go of restless thoughts, and put on an anxious and concerned expression on his face.
Old Fang's original injury has never healed, and this time the injury is obviously more serious.
I saw him sitting cross-legged, his body was steaming with mist, his face turned red and pale at times, and he appeared to be in a very critical situation.
Zhang Yang was also very contradictory. He hoped that Old Fang would perish, but he couldn't bear it.
This situation lasted for more than two hours. Old Fang's face was still ugly, but he became more and more calm.
Finally, Mr. Fang straightened his body, "Poof!" A mouthful of black blood protruded, and he let out a long breath, looking much more comfortable.
Zhang Yang's heart also sank, knowing that Mr. Fang was officially out of danger, and began to accept the facts.
Finally, he took out two pieces of spirit stones and held them in his hands, and the mana was running. After a stick of incense, the two pieces of spirit stones made a "beep, beep, beep, bang" sound, smashed one after another, and then turned into ashes.
Without hesitation, Mr. Fang took out two more spirit stones...
After consuming more than a dozen spirit stones in a row, Mr. Fang looked a little better, so he sighed and stood up.
"Ahem! I didn't expect to be bumped into by the Ye family in such a remote city. Hey, I was careless!"
Old Fang sighed and looked at Zhang Yang:
"Hasn't anything happened these days?"
Zhang Yang nodded.
"Hmm! That's good. We're hiding in the deep mountains. It's impossible for the Ye family to find here. It's just that I don't know how the situation in Tianhe City is..." Fang Laoer muttered, with an anxious look on his face.
Elder Fang quickly calmed down, and spread out his hands, and there was already an exquisite small medicine bottle in his hand.
"This is a Qingyin pill. Cut it in half, take one part internally, and crush the other half and apply it outside your throat. Within three days, you will be able to speak."
Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and his heart burst with excitement.
Open your mouth to speak, and feel how far away this is! Although he is a zombie, Zhang Yang, who has a human soul, is very eager to communicate with people.
He stretched out his hand to take it, and hurriedly opened it, a cool breath came to his face, just asking, it made people feel extremely comfortable.
Old Fang was in a very bad mood, and didn't pay attention to Zhang Yang's reaction, and said, "It's just that the old man's going out this time is not going well, and he didn't buy the Yin-cold attribute spirit grass that can be used as the main medicine. It’s impossible to go to Fangshi to buy it again. Therefore, we can only rely on ourselves.”
Mr. Fang paused at this point, then continued:
"To be able to be used as the main medicine of Hanyin Quenching Decoction, the minimum requirement must be a third-grade yin-cold elixir. However, near the third-grade elixir, there must be monsters guarding it—the level of monsters is usually level three, and some years are higher or higher. The ones that are cherished by the species may even be fourth-level monsters."
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Old Man Fang staring into his eyes, his heart had already been thrown to Java because of the secret joy of getting the Qingyin pill.
This old lunatic, wouldn't he want to snatch food from the mouth of a third-level monster