The road to immortality started from a blind man in a pharmacy

Chapter 5 5. Climb the tower and jump, the ghost will leave the body, the day is like hell, the night is like an ice river

Yellow-level Dingpin?

Pagoda visualization method?

Song Cheng was overjoyed, but at the same time he was confused.

Is this world the world of "Infernal Hell"?

If it is, why hasn't he heard of the skill of "Pagoda Visualization Method", and in the world of "Infernal Hell", players are ranked according to their levels, with a cap of 60, but now there is a "Yellow-level Dingpin".

After a few thoughts, he shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he quickly added "1" free point to "Pagoda Visualization Method".

A feeling of meditation for a long time came over him, and his heart had a slight sense of peace, but there was no qualitative change.

'I can only wait until the evening.

I have to work hard again, boss. '

Song Cheng got up and knocked with a hardwood stick.

Every time he knocked, pale ripples would appear in his ink-black world, which was the spread of sound.

New white sketches will replace the original impression, just like constantly clicking "refresh" on this "computer screen" called space.

After a few taps, Song Cheng sat under the eaves, took an axe and started chopping wood.

After a stick of incense, he chopped six logs, a little out of breath, took a short break, and went to wash clothes.

The snow melted these days, saving the effort of going out to fetch water or buying water.

He took the soap beans harvested in autumn this year and began to scrub the clothes, which were not many.

The ones in the basin were all put by Tong Jia. If she wanted to go to the river outside to wash, she would go by herself. Staying in the house meant that Song Cheng could wash them.

While washing, Song Cheng suddenly touched a piece of slippery silk cloth.

His heart was inexplicably moved.

This is the silk bag of the Dong family.

In the past, he never washed this, but now the Dong family obviously has no suspicion of him.

Yes, the two did everything, and the Dong family gave him the first time, so what is there to avoid?

At night.

The newly dried quilt still smells of frost and snow, but inside the tightly wrapped quilt, two people are moving together.

In the dark world, the white people are pale.

But the nasal humming and the warmth of being close to each other make the pale world colorful.

For a long time

The boss, who is usually a "tiger woman", softened in the arms of the blind boy, raised her finger and pointed at his forehead, and smiled tiredly: "Good man, you really love your wife."

Song Cheng was also panting, his physical quality was too poor.

The boss seemed to feel his condition, and gently hugged him and said: "Hurry up next time."

Song Cheng said: "I'm not tired to death."

The boss laughed: "You're stubborn."

Song Cheng was not convinced.

For a long time

Song Cheng was panting heavily, he was exhausted.

"Has anything happened in the village these days?"

"Nothing happened in the village, but there was a little outside the village."

"What happened?"

"The snow has started to melt, and the road from the village to the county town is barely passable.

The rice seller from the county town should have come, but he didn't.

This evening, I went for a walk outside and heard that the rice seller seemed to have encountered thieves."

"Thieves?"

Song Cheng was startled.

Let alone anything else, if thieves entered the village and killed their way to Huichun Hall, he and Tong Jia would definitely not be able to stop them.

Even if they were equipped with weapons, his strength was only 1, and Tong Jia's was only 2.

By then, he would be dead, and Tong Jia would probably be caught in the village, and his fate could be imagined.

Tong Jia felt his body tense and said, "Don't worry, there are still some young men in the village. With sickles and rakes, thieves dare not easily enter the village.

Besides, the village chief is also alert and has already organized people to keep watch tonight.

Every household in the village provides food to the night watchmen, so there are still many people rushing to keep watch."

She said, "Even if you really enter the village, I will pick up a sickle to protect you."

Song Cheng said speechlessly, "Boss, when will you..."

After saying that, he felt his cheek leaning on his shoulder getting a little hot.

Tong Jia hit him again like a spoiled child, and said confidently, "A woman who can take care of you is better than a woman who needs your care, right?"

The next day, in the morning

A line of information flashed.

[You spent a happy night with Tong Jia and got 6 free points].

A happy night?

Song Cheng thought about it and there was indeed some difference between last night and the previous ones.

Without any hesitation, he directly added 6 points to the "Pagoda Visualization Method".

The progress of the "Pagoda Visualization Method" quickly skipped from "Not Entered (1/2)" to "Minor Success (1/8)".

A mysterious feeling surged in his heart.

The extra experience flashed through his mind and transformed every inch of his body.

That day, he was exhausted and absent-minded, and accidentally turned into meditation.

He calmed his mind and focused, discarded all distractions, as if sitting quietly in the void.

In the void, a pagoda slowly rose.

The tower was nine stories high, just like the tower standing between the green mountains and white waters before he crossed over.

He followed the tower up, step by step, and gradually left the worldly affairs, and his mood became more and more relaxed.

When he stepped on the first step, the "Pagoda Visualization Method" was entered.

He climbed the steps and walked to the top of the tower. He felt that his whole body was in an extremely strange state, as if his body had disappeared, and he was left with only the group of thoughts at the top of the tower.

He leaned his head out from the nine-story tower and looked outside. Everything was blurry.

During the day, he saw a vast ocean of flames, like a furnace in hell, with magma rolling and angry tides like mercury. He knew that if he jumped out of the tower, he would be dead.

After nightfall, the flames disappeared, and the blurred painting became clear. For the first time, there were more colors in his ink world.

The tiles were black and the walls were white, but they were not the pure black and pale in the blind world, but more textured colors.

The soil was yellow, the evergreen trees were green, and the mountains and rivers were illuminated in the moonlight. Everything had colors.

He saw those colors clearly, and felt the calm outside, and was happy in his heart.

On a sunny night, he jumped from the top of the tower, and a feeling of liberation and metamorphosis arose. He looked down and saw his body sitting cross-legged in the same place.

It was a delicate and handsome skin, but the skin seemed to have lost its strength to support it. The head suddenly nodded, the hands became weak, and the body tilted to one side, as if it had suddenly died.

At the same time, a sharp coldness came over him.

He subconsciously got back into his body, and it was as if he had returned from the "ice river" to the "warm bed".

But this "warm bed" was not warm enough, and he was still very cold.

Cold from the inside out.

Obviously, his body could provide too little "heat".

Therefore, it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

When he jumped out of the nine-story tower, the "pagoda visualization method" was a small success.

Song Cheng opened his eyes.

He understood the reason for this process.

The "pagoda visualization method" is a skill of the yellow-level Ding grade, but he is an ordinary person who has not practiced the method.

To put it simply, this is "not reaching that realm, but trying to display the kung fu of that realm".

'Kung Fu. '

Song Cheng clenched his fist.

He needs the method.