I became an old man in my leisure time

Immediately, another thought came to Wang Erdan's mind: How is it possible! He is the man of destiny chosen by the ancestor Shennong himself. Google search reading

Silently recalling his first half of life, he asked the old martial saint about his talent and qualifications again after a long time.

Especially the old martial saint's qualifications, breakthrough process, etc.

After getting a detailed answer, he bowed to the old martial saint and left.

At this moment, Wang Erdan was no longer depressed.

Because he already knew that the old martial saint's qualifications were obviously lower than his, but he was still able to complete the promotion.

There is only one truth, that is, the old martial saint is a die-hard sincere person of the fairy mountain.

What is special about die-hard sincere people? Naturally, they have been blessed by the fairy mountain many times since the Great Martial Period.

According to the old martial saint, he first obtained the five major characteristic martial arts early and practiced them to a very high level.

When he was a martial arts master, he also obtained many precious treasure pills that were not circulated in large quantities in the outside world.

Finally, he was promoted to Martial Saint, and the Immortal Mountain transmitted a stream of pure energy from the void, supporting him through the most difficult and important moments.

Wang Erdan also has the five special martial arts, and he has benefited from his mother. They are all blessed by the Immortal Mountain, not learned from others.

Therefore, they all have magical characteristics.

Among them, the Black Evil Palm and Water Floating are the unique skills that made him famous in his early years, and the people in the world gave him the name-Black Palm Water Floating.

Well, this name is definitely not because someone was too evil when he was young and turned very quickly.

It’s just that Wang Erdan’s favorite is also these two martial arts. Later, the Heavenly Net Hand, Pushing Mountain Palm, and Iron Body are practiced in order, and the frequency is reduced.

In fact, his Black Evil Palm and Water Floating were the first to break through level 50, and the characteristics have completed a transformation and improvement.

The other three are only around level 20 or 30, which is incomparable.

The toughness of the Black Evil Palm alone can allow the body to withstand greater damage. After level 50, it is transformed into a hundred-refined characteristic, and the tolerance is not much less than that of monsters with thick skin and flesh.

In addition, the huge force of the Pushing Mountain Palm will increase the body's activity, and the rigid body characteristics of the Iron Body can complement the toughness of the Black Evil Palm, further enhancing the body's tolerance.

Moreover, the characteristics are not affected by blood and qi, and are an additional state, which can provide a boost for promotion.

Wang Erdan has obtained a lot of precious pills in recent years, and he will collect some more in the future.

The only thing is that the blessing of the immortal mountain during promotion and the replenishment of energy are a bit uncertain.

Lanwan City is now a subordinate force of Bihai City. It is considered a direct line, but it is not the most recent batch.

Wang Erdan's previous blessings were still due to my mother's help, and he had no confidence that the immortal mountain would take action.

Fortunately, after sorting out his thoughts, he was no longer hesitant.

Everything is ready, but I am afraid that my sincerity is not enough, so in the future... I will still rely on my mother.

After Wang's father passed away, she was sad for a while, but after being rescued by the fairy mountain, her mood seemed to improve.

Now she stays in Zhoushan Village every day, farming and raising fish with her youngest great-grandchildren, practicing martial arts and worshipping the ancestors.

A famous doctor was invited to see him, and he said that if his mother maintained this kind of life, she would be relaxed in her thirties or fifties.

Wang Erdan then put everything aside and spent a few years of seclusion with his mother.

Occasionally, when his mother visited relatives and chatted with those aunts and wives who were several generations younger than him, he would come out and walk around casually.

Today, I suddenly wanted to come and see the Tianhe River, which is as famous as the Yangtze River next to Zhoushan Village.

When I got there, I saw a lot of small boats on the riverside, and I couldn't help but think of the green days when I used to take my brothers and a few small broken boats to travel through the waterways in Zhongting, fighting wits and courage with water bandits and landlords.

Wang Erdan simply paid for a boat, and after many years, he rowed it again, feeling inexplicably emotional.

Those brothers and subordinates who went ahead, survived and died again and again, failed and succeeded, suffered and enjoyed, and all kinds of memories came one after another.

As he went upstream, the water of Tianhe River became more and more turbulent, the river surface was sometimes steep and sometimes wide, the scenery was sometimes magnificent and sometimes desolate, and all kinds of scenes were like life.

The boat rode the wind and waves, and seemed to have passed through many distracting thoughts. Wang Erdan felt that his mood was gradually relieved, and he couldn't help but want to express something.

It can only be said that people without literary literacy always have similar troubles.

The great city lord Wang has fought with people, monsters, and the sky in his life, with all kinds of conspiracies, iron-blooded methods, and human relationships, but he has no intention of learning poetry.

Just those few sentences, or he occasionally listened to the storyteller in Lanwan City singing in his spare time.

He couldn't write it himself, but it didn't prevent him from liking the artistic conception expressed in these poems, and he almost remembered them subconsciously.

Boating on the Tianhe River, leading the waves, he couldn't help but sing it out.

As for being laughed at by Xiong Xiaoxiao? City Lord Wang didn't care at all.

As a top martial master, there weren't many people in Daxin that he cared about.

Chanting the poem he had learned from the storyteller, Wang Erdan sailed west in a boat and soon arrived at Dahukou.

The waterfall falling from the sky made people feel insignificant, and the rumbling sound of water was soul-stirring, as if the whole person was trembling with it.

Wang Erdan's blood was slightly released, and he fixed the boat under his feet, feeling this spectacular scene, and couldn't help but float up gently, approaching the huge waterfall that was surging endlessly.

Pieces of water mist came towards him, mixed with the smell of water and soil, which was a smell full of vitality.

Wang Erdan's mind was empty, and he slowly rose up, as if he saw the river water flowing lively from the upstream stream, merging into the big river, and then turning into an unstoppable and amazing momentum.

After an unknown period of time, a flash of inspiration quietly emerged in the blood and qi in his body, growing little by little, and finally falling down with blood and qi like a waterfall in the sky.

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Dozens of miles away, Xiong Xiaoxiao had finished the self-service grilled fish.

Then he drew a pot of river water, took out the old tea brick from the West Wasteland from his bag, broke off a piece, threw it in and boiled it.

Soon, the water vapor mixed with the strong aroma of old tea rose up and penetrated into the nasal cavity.

Pick up the big teapot, pour half a tube of hot tea into the purple bamboo tube with him, and then throw in a handful of milk candy bought in the city before.

Tighten the lid of the bamboo tube and shake it vigorously. The milk candy inside collided with the bamboo tube, making a slight clicking sound.

The boiling hot tea quickly melted the milk candy, and the collision sound soon disappeared.

Xiong Xiaoxiao then twisted the lid open and took a big sip.

The hot milk tea over 80 degrees could not hurt Wu Sheng's mouth, leaving only the rich taste of tea, milk and sugar.

Xiong Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and did not forget to mutter: "Big sister is so troublesome. She has to put fresh milk and sugar separately for milk tea. Look how smart I am. I just put milk and sugar. It is convenient to carry and tastes almost the same."

Little did she know that this kind of "milk tea" without fresh milk was a "heretical way" in Xiaoman's eyes, and it was not qualified to be called milk tea at all.

Xiaoxiao didn't care about this. She felt that the milk tea was sweet enough and had a little milky taste, which was enough.

Every time she took a sip, she exhaled with satisfaction, which was even more comfortable.

A large bamboo tube of milk tea only took her a cup of tea.

Pour new tea leaves into the bamboo tube, take out milk candy again and throw it in to shake it well. Xiong Xiaoxiao suddenly paused and turned her head to look west.

At the Hukou Waterfall, dozens of miles away, a small black dot was suspended in the air, and the white mist around it was like a tornado, getting bigger and bigger.

Soon the white tornado expanded and wrapped the entire waterfall.

The waterfall that was originally crashing down was twisted and separated by the white tornado, turning into two rotating water dragons, flying hundreds of feet before falling back into the river.

Xiong Xiaoxiao looked surprised: "Hey, this guy is lucky, he has already taken this step."

Having said that, she didn't look too excited.

Not to mention that she herself is, even her elder sister, who was sneaky and slippery, had been promoted to a martial saint many years ago.

After being promoted, Xiong Xiaoxiao wanted to "take revenge", but was easily crushed.

Seeing the shocked and unwilling look of her younger sister, the complacent Xiaoman casually said something like "I'm tired of being a martial saint."

Xiong Xiaoxiao didn't believe it at first. She had a good idea of ​​her elder sister's character, and bragging without thinking was definitely not empty talk.

For example, her brother-in-law listens to her in everything and she is the boss in the family. You can't believe a word of these words.

Do you really think Xiong Xiaoxiao is as stupid as her elder sister, and can't see that Gu Ke has coaxed Xiaoman around, but Xiaoman herself is still unaware of it.

Of course, Xiong Xiaoxiao knows that this does not mean that Gu Ke is not good to Xiaoman.

Her elder sister is the kind of person who can't be persuaded by reason, and will only leave after being beaten and coaxed.

Most men don't know how to coax their wives at all, and they don't bother to coax them.

It would be best if Gu Ke is willing to coax her.

Just as Xiong Xiaoxiao was criticizing her elder sister again and drinking afternoon tea, the white fog tornado on the other side of Dahukou became stronger and stronger.

The tornado kept changing into various shapes of fish, shrimp, crabs and snakes, shuttling and jumping in the fog.

Then there were all kinds of strange monsters and shadowy people fighting and fighting in it.

Xiong Xiaoxiao finally became interested and looked into the distance again: "I didn't expect that this person's spirituality is quite good. He can reproduce the past situation in the world. Once he completes the promotion, his strength will not be the bottom among the martial saints."

Even for the top martial masters, the upper limit of individual strength is also different.

The amount of individual spirituality determines how far they can go in the future.

Wang Erdan's qualifications are not bad among the martial masters. His spirituality is quite abundant. At this moment, the situation he showed after being promoted to martial saint is also extraordinary.

The sun gradually set in the west, and the white mist tornado also attracted some people, but Xiong Xiaoxiao sent a telepathic message and drove them back in advance.

They couldn't help with the promotion of martial saints, and they might even disturb Wang Erdan.

Since they were both direct descendants of the immortal mountain, Xiong Xiaoxiao still helped him avoid these possible small troubles.

Finally, the white mist tornado gradually recovered, but the various fish, insects, monsters and human figures jumping in it were difficult to maintain stability.

Xiong Xiaoxiao thought about it, and took out a small bamboo tube from which she took out a treasure pill.

The color of the treasure pill, which was the size of a thumbnail, was translucent with a hazy purple light.

When processing the top-grade blood-replenishing pill with the purple light three-treasure wheat produced in the virtual fairy field as raw material, there is a very small probability of producing another top-grade treasure pill, and only one blood-replenishing pill will be produced on average.

After use, it can quickly replenish the soul source, blood, and mind at the same time. The martial saint can recover 10% to 20% within a cup of tea, and the effect is amazing.

What's more amazing is that this treasure pill is not only for oral use, but also can be dispersed by blood and then absorbed from the skin pores.

Gu Ke named it the purple light three-treasure pill.

Xiong Xiaoxiao relied on her status as a sister-in-law and carried a bottle with her, a total of three pills, which was enough to save her life three times in an emergency.

So far, she has only used it once, and there are still two left.

If she were an ordinary person, she might not take out this top-grade elixir to save people. Giving it to Wu Zun would be a waste of his talent.

But outside the Immortal Mountain, the new Martial Saints have not even reached the number of two palms.

It is not a waste to exchange a precious pill for one more Martial Saint in the direct line of the Immortal Mountain.

Thinking of this, her figure quietly approached the Dahukou, and saw the white mist tornado that was almost converging to the limit, and Wang Erdan, whose blood and energy were declining and his spirit was depressed, but only his eyes showed reluctance.

Wang Erdan was also angry: You know, Dahukou Waterfall is about to break through, why didn't he prepare early? At least he should find a way to exchange a precious pill from the Immortal Mountain, maybe he can save his life.

At this moment, he felt that time and fate are also important.

The old Martial Saint in Bihai City also emphasized that the energy blessed by the Immortal Mountain when promoted is very important.

Now Wang Erdan has personally experienced it and knows why it is so important.

At this moment, he also has a precious pill on him, but it is a pity that the medicine is not suitable for the disease and the effect is insufficient, and it can't make up for the huge deficit when promoted to Martial Saint.

Just like ordinary people need normal air to survive, but critically ill patients need oxygen to survive.

Only if his life is hanging on, there is a chance to cure the disease.

What he lacks now is this crucial breath.

These distracting thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suppressed them again.

Although the chance is slim, he will die immediately if he does not persist. He is unwilling to die here inexplicably.

Future generations may only have one sentence-in the summer of the fiftieth year of Daxin, there was a martial arts master Wang Jian who attacked the martial saint at the Dahukou of Tianhe, but failed and fell.

Of course, it is possible that even this sentence will not be left in history, which is what he is most unwilling to accept.

After a hundred years of vigorous life, he ended up being buried in Tianhe. How aggrieved.

Suddenly, a purple light broke through the air and plunged into the white mist tornado less than ten feet in size, exploding a purple misty starlight.

Wang Erdan has reached the last moment and has no spare energy to pay attention to the surroundings.

When this piece of purple starlight exploded and enveloped his body, he suddenly realized it.

The purple starlight is tangible but seems to have no mass, and it instantly merges with the white mist tornado.

The white mist tornado itself is the external image of Wang Erdan's blood, qi and divine consciousness, and a huge amount of soul source in the purple starlight poured in.

The blood and divine consciousness that had dried up and shrunk to the limit almost subconsciously absorbed the rain from the sky.

The white mist tornado no longer shrank, but expanded rapidly.

Twenty feet, thirty feet, fifty feet, and finally a hundred feet before it suddenly stopped.

But Wang Erdan had recovered about 10% of his blood, qi and divine consciousness, and found that this unexpected help was ultimately limited, and he could not let himself squander it wantonly.

Otherwise, it would be very likely that the situation in the hospital in his previous life, "the operation was very successful, but the patient did not survive", would occur.

Realizing this, he began to retract the white mist tornado again.

The difference is that at this moment, he has passed the most fatal hurdle and achieved the status of a martial saint.

With the unexpected supplement, he still has the energy to adjust his state and make up for the damage to his body and divine consciousness caused by the breakthrough as much as possible to avoid leaving hidden dangers.

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Let me say a few words.

Yesterday was the first time that this book was not updated. I am really sorry.

Laobing has had back pain recently. It should be a herniated lumbar disc. It hurts from time to time, like a sudden electric pain.

This is also an old problem. I can only lie down more, sit less and move less.

I finally couldn't catch up with the update yesterday, so I had to postpone it for a day.

For this, I would like to say sorry to all the friends who support Laobing.