Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Through the water mirror.

Even though Yu Changchun's five senses as a monk are very amazing, he can only judge through intuitive feelings.

As for Wang Ba in the water mirror, he was still rolling on the ground and wailing in pain.

But I could vaguely feel that his strength seemed to be getting stronger.

"This...can't be right?"

"Could it be that he succeeded?"

Yu Changchun was a little surprised.

After successful bone replacement, the body will often experience some abnormalities due to stimulation by the foreign bone, such as a significant increase in strength.

But he soon discovered that Wang Yan's strength didn't seem to have changed much.

"It probably didn't work out."

When people are in severe pain, they will try their best, and their strength will naturally appear to be a little greater than usual.

This doesn't mean anything.

Gradually, the pain seemed to slow down a bit. Wang Hao lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and his wailing gradually became lower.

In addition to the distortion caused by pain, a deep sense of loneliness can also be seen on the face.

"Failed……"

When Yu Changchun saw this scene, for some reason, he subconsciously let out a breath, and his tense mind slowly relaxed.

He was really afraid that Wang Yan would succeed.

After all, even he thought it was ridiculous to exchange chicken bones for bones.

He knew very well how much preparation and effort the members of the Immortal Society needed to make when they changed their bones.

The bone source for bone replacement, whether the bone source matches, how to preserve the activity of the bone after killing the owner of the bone source, etc., and even the miniature formation that even mortals drew just now, as well as the placement of spiritual stones , there are many things to pay attention to.

If Wang Yan's joke-like operation could be successful, wouldn't it be too unfair for those handymen who even had their consciousness annihilated in order to condense their spiritual roots?

Fortunately, Wang Ba failed.

But that's not a bad thing.

After this attempt, he should have known that without the help of the Immortal Society, if he wanted to complete the bone reshaping by himself, he would only suffer in vain.

"It's time for me to step up."

Yu Changchun gently stroked his long beard, and the water mirror in his hand quietly shattered and dissipated. Then he waved his sleeves, and the triangular flags scattered in several directions suddenly shook and fell into the bag on his waist.

The aura on his body quickly converged into a bone in his body. Soon, he looked like an ordinary handyman.

And indeed it is.

At this moment, except for his mental state, his body is no different from that of an ordinary person.

At least if any Qi Refining monks from the sect passed by, they would only think that he was just an ordinary handyman.

Feeling the rapid contraction of his five senses, the world seemed to be covered with a veil and blurred.

Although Yu Changchun is not used to it, in order to facilitate movement without being discovered, this is the only way.

Immediately, he strode towards Ding Baqi Village and soon arrived in front of the villa.

The strong smell of chicken manure filled his nose. Yu Changchun shook his head slightly, resisting the choking smell and walked into the villa.

The first thing he saw was Wang Ba lying in a miserable state under the eaves.

There was blood dripping all around, and the formation drawn with blood had been wiped away a lot by Wang Ba's roll just now, and the six spiritual stones on it were also much darker visible to the naked eye.

There was an abnormal twist and a long and narrow scar on the little finger of his left hand.

The effect of the formation is to speed up the healing of wounds and promote the integration of bones and flesh.

It was no different from the scene he saw in the water mirror.

Yu Changchun walked up to Wang Ba with a kind face and found that Wang Ba was looking at the sky with unfocused eyes, seemingly not noticing his arrival.

It seems that this failure has hit him quite hard.

Yu Changchun was also afraid that Wang Ba would lose his morale after this failure, so he quickly comforted Wang Ba.

"Thank you Steward...hiss...Master Steward."

After coming back to his senses, Wang Hao weakly climbed up to a sitting position, then stood up with difficulty and saluted Changchun, but was stopped by the other party.

"I have never seen a person with such a firm Taoist heart like Brother Wang. The pain of changing a bone is much more painful than that of an ordinary woman giving birth, but Brother Wang can do it with emotion. He is truly a born practitioner. !”

Yu Changchun praised it without hesitation, and then said that he was deeply moved and decided to award the second volume to him.

Of course, the corresponding materials and bone sources will only be granted if you join the Immortal Society. I hope Wang Yan can understand.

These words made Wang Hao burst into tears and he was so moved that he almost knelt down and kowtowed to Yu Changchun.

"It doesn't have to be like this. When I see you, Brother Wang, I think of the difficulties I had when I was seeking immortality. If it weren't for the help of my colleagues, I'm afraid..."

As if thinking of the misery of seeking Taoism in the past, Yu Changchun pretended to be emotional.

Immediately, the second volume of "The Secret Art of Burying Bones" was handed over to Wang Hao.

"Your bone replacement failed. You can't have another bone replacement in a short period of time. It will take at least half a month to practice. If you want to practice now, you'd better find a good bone source. Otherwise, if you fail to replace the phalange this time, you will still have to recuperate." Okay, the root has not been damaged. If it is other parts, it may be difficult to replace the bones later."

Su Rongdao in Changchun.

After hearing this, Wang Bao nodded repeatedly, and even found a piece of paper, and carefully wrote it down with a charcoal pen on the paper.

Obviously, they already have great trust in Changchun.

Not only that, Wang Ba hesitated for a while, and then he seemed to be cruel and said: "Sir, please wait a moment and I will give you a gift."

Yu Changchun couldn't help but sneer secretly after hearing this.

Give him a gift from an eighth-level Qi refining monk?

He's just a little handyman, what good can he do?

It’s just a few spiritual stones that have been squeezed to death.

To be honest, he really doesn't like it.

But having this kind of intention is a little different from the previous handymen who only wanted to get bones from him.

Yu Changchun was quite pleased with it: "That's all, I'll just refuse it later."

They saw Wang Bao staggering back to the house. When he came out, he carried six spirit chickens full of spiritual energy in his right hand.

"Master Steward, I have nothing to repay for your great kindness. I have nothing special to do but raise chickens. This is a spiritual chicken raised by me. Unfortunately, it is only of low quality, but it can also represent my thoughts. Please accept it.”

Yu Changchun, who was about to refuse, thought about it and felt that he still couldn't refuse the heart of a person who was so determined to the Tao.

"Well, since you said that, I will give you some face."

With a thought in his mind, he mobilized a weak magic power from a bone in his body, pulled a big bag in his sleeve to fly out, and collected all the six spiritual chickens in Wang Ba's hand.

Then he took it back with great care.

"This, this is!?"

Wang Yan looked shocked.

Yu Changchun was in a good mood after receiving six spirit chickens, so he did not hesitate to point out: "This is a low-grade spirit beast bag. It can store living spirit beasts. It can store spirit beasts up to one foot square. It is better than storage bags of the same grade." The bags are several times more expensive.”

"How many spiritual stones do you need to buy this?"

The envy in Wang Hao's eyes could hardly be concealed.

"You can't buy this just by having spiritual stones, you have to try your luck."

Yu Changchun said with a smile, but his attitude towards Wang Yan became more and more kind.

He now somewhat understood why his junior brother valued this handyman so much that he even asked him to keep him safe.

After all, so many spiritual chickens are so delicious!

Just now, he saw with his own eyes that Wang Hao killed several spiritual chickens for free, but he turned around and picked out six more.

Who knows how many this handyman has bred.

If he could continuously breed spiritual chickens, even if they were low-grade, they would be able to barely support him in training the extremely flesh-consuming "Blood Bone Way".

When the time comes to reshape his true body and even improve his spiritual abilities, he may be able to reach the level of his master.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and the look in Wang Ba's eyes became kinder.

In my heart, I was even more grateful that I had not killed anyone before.

"Take your time. Such a talent can only be manipulated for profit and emotion. To control him simply by using human puppet methods is to kill the goose that lays the egg, and it is a last resort."

Yu Changchun secretly had a plan in mind, and immediately stopped staying and left in a hurry.

Since Wang Ba is not going to be introduced to the Immortal Society for the time being, he will still be busy with other chores.

Wang Yan, who was under the eaves, turned a wooden chair upright with difficulty and sat on it.

While continuing to use the power of the Yinshen to maintain the twisted illusion of his little finger, he pretended to be feverishly flipping through the second volume of "The Secret Art of Burying Bones", but he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart:

"This Yu Changchun, after taking in six of my spiritual chickens, he's still spying on me! He talks about being pretty, but he's really nothing like that!"

"It took me a long time to act!"