Village Building Order Frenzy

A nearly three-meter-high stone wall, a passage made of giant logs, and arrow towers and lookout posts every two hundred meters.

There are trenches under the stone wall, and sharp wooden spears are densely placed inside, so you can imagine the feeling of falling.

But for some reason, Zhang Yang felt a little familiar after seeing such a village style. It didn't come from Wang Ergou's memory, but more like some villages he met in the fairy tale world.

"Stop, Wang Er, go over there."

A team 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 Wengcheng, 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 doesn't remember how to protect it.

When the patrol team escorted Zhang Yang here, a skinny old man casually grabbed a handful of incense ash from the incense burner and dissolved it in a bowl of red water.

"Drink!"

Undoubtedly, Zhang Yang had no choice but to pinch his nose and drink this strange bowl of water.

Then, I didn't feel anything, 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. His strength almost made him fly out.

"It's not bad, Wang Er, you actually escaped from the pursuit of the iron-backed gray-billed goose, but even so, you can't be selected as a monk and apprentice. You might as well join the patrol team early."

Zhang Yang smiled in embarrassment and didn't say anything. In Wang Ergou's memory, he was usually so reticent. There was only one lame grandfather at home, so he didn't have to worry about being seen.

When passing through the small urn city, Zhang Yang glanced at the wall, and what he saw were some lines of Taoism and forbidden law that need to be activated with the aura of heaven and earth. It can't be wrong, there will be at least one foundation building period in this Li village Immortal cultivator, and must be Jindan Dao.

In the Wengcheng is the real Li Village, which is quite large, with almost a thousand households. Houses are connected to houses, and courtyards are scattered high and low, but few trees are seen.

Except for a street in the middle, the rest are small alleys where only two people can walk side by side.

This kind of scene is really a bit like Li Cun Migui.

Zhang Yang walked back slowly according to Wang Ergou's memory, and what he saw was one simple small house after another. There were several people crowded in the house, most of them were old people, children, and women.

The weather is just right now, and in some spacious places, you can see a group of ragged, skinny old people huddled there basking in the sun and catching lice. Even the children, who should be the most angry, 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 this was more fierce than the earth binding spirit outside the village.

After a short walk, he bypassed seven or eight labyrinth-like alleys before Zhang Yang came to Wang Ergou's house. The situation here was a bit better, as if Wang Ergou's family was a local household rather than a refugee.

Because these are two thatched 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 it was a mansion.

"Brother Ergou, you're back!"

A pleasantly surprised, crisp voice startled Zhang Yang, and then he saw a 17 or 18-year-old girl with some freckles on her face, who was also thin, and her eyes were so bright, coming out of a hut.

Uh, it seems that this is his daughter-in-law who 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 will live in another hut.

"Xiao--Xiao Cui."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth, and finally took a hatchet and divided a goose's head, which was more or less meat.

"Cough cough cough!"

In another thatched hut, an old man coughed violently, and Zhang Yang took the opportunity to enter the hut. The hut was very dark, and there was no furniture, not even an earthen bed. An old man as thin as a ghoul was panting like a bellows. The eyes are the spirit.

"grandfather."

Zhang Yang said hello, helped the old man up, and began to chop up the remaining goose meat. He also wanted to cook some porridge, but when he lifted the rice bowl, there was only a mouse that had been starved to a mummified body.

"Brother Ergou, the porridge is going to be served in the village, there will be no more if you go late." Xiaocui shouted outside.

"Has the situation gotten to this point?" Zhang Yang was a little confused. Judging from the formation restrictions engraved on the city wall of Li Village, there was at least one Immortal Cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage who practiced the Golden Alchemy Way. The village has a population of about 10,000 to 20,000, even if they casually reclaim some fields, it wouldn't be like this.

"I'm not going today."

Zhang Yang replied that he had half a goose in his hand, and it was impossible to get porridge if he went there, but if he put the goose at home, would the old man be able to watch over it? Don't kill yourself for it.

But not only did the house run out of rice, but even firewood. In the end, I went to get some from the cheap mother-in-law’s house. I vaguely remembered that he had a cheap uncle, but he was not at home.

After a busy day, I cooked two bowls of meat porridge, fed half a bowl to the old man, drank one bowl for myself, and sent the remaining half bowl to the cheap mother-in-law.

After all the torment, Zhang Yang sat in front of the old man's bed, hoping that this cheap grandpa could say something amazing, such as my good grandson, our family still has an ancestral jade pendant and so on.

But the old man really didn't have the strength to speak anymore, he just panted and looked at Zhang Yang with love in his eyes.

Zhang Yang couldn't hold back several times and wanted to give the old man the unit of normal-level aura he got from killing the Earth Binding Spirit, but he held back in the end.

He had to live first, and figure out what was going on? Why did the dignified 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 doomsday, immortal cultivators should always be invincible.

Soon, the old man fell asleep, and Zhang Yang sat down lightly in the corner of the room. After some preparations, he began to try to practice exercises.

He does not lack basic skills, but Wang Ergou's body is so poor that he feels that the meridians all over his body are distorted, and his body's potential is like a balloon with hundreds of holes stuck in it, and he can't even blow it up.

In addition, if calculated in terms of longevity, Wang Ergou's body can live for at most 30 years.

"It seems that the human DNA in this world has been deciphered and then deliberately distorted, or it is similar to nuclear pollution. In this way, immortal cultivators will not be able to make progress, and ordinary people's bodies will not be able to recover."

"So, if I want to live, my primary purpose is not to practice, but to repair this distorted and deformed body."

Zhang Yang didn't hesitate anymore, let go of the soul isolation a little bit, opened the inner vision in the shortest time, and re-isolated the soul after a second, just like that, the body couldn't bear it, and blood came out of his nostrils for free.

Zhang Yang didn't care about this at this time, but thought quickly.

"Sword cultivators have nine heavenly veins and sword pills, while Jindan Dao has the sayings of the Seven Mansions and Thirteen Classics. Because Jindan Dao cultivators cultivate longevity and long-term vision, they compare the body to a ladder to the sky. It cannot be easily damaged, and it needs to be carefully cared for, and it is impossible to do without one or the other.”

"From this point of view, Wang Ergou's body may have a few tenths of a chance to cultivate swordsmanship. If he cultivates the golden alchemy way, he doesn't even have a one-in-a-billion chance."

"Fortunately, I have my own plug-in. If I repair it carefully, there may be some opportunities. No, I must win enough opportunities."

"Then, considering my current situation, the Seven Mansions are difficult to repair, so I can take the next best thing and start with the restoration of the Thirteen Classics."

The so-called thirteen classics refer to the acupoints of each part of the human body, and even many ordinary samurai doctors are familiar with it. Of course, it is limited to the first twelve classics.

Practitioners of the golden alchemy way use the acupuncture points in the thirteen classics to accumulate and circulate the aura of heaven and earth, and finally build the foundation to transform the golden alchemy.

Zhang Yang also understands this fairly well, after all, he has come back to life several times, and Jian Xiu's Nine Heavenly Meridian Soul Vein Sword Pills and Lingmai Sword Pills are very similar to Jindan Dao.

After careful calculation for a while, Zhang Yang determined the repair target. One of the three Yin meridians of the hand is the Lung Meridian of the Taiyin of the Hand. The reason for this is that he found that Wang Ergou has mild asthma, but there are no pollutants in this world, and the air is obviously very fresh. , the aura of heaven and earth does not seem to be too scarce.

Especially the most important thing is that after he took the three suspected spiritual fruits during the day, the traces of heat that represented spiritual energy dissipated fastest when passing through the heart and lungs.

And all the way back to Li Village before, those refugees, men, women and children, seemed to have mild or severe coughing problems.

Therefore, it is very important to repair the lung meridian of hand Taiyin first, at least so that he will not be greatly reduced in combat power due to poor breathing.

As for how to repair it, of course it uses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Zhang Yang took out the bead obtained from killing the earth binding spirit today, and pierced three sewing needles borrowed from Xiaocui into several important points, then squeezed the bead open, and swallowed a unit of ordinary heaven and earth spirit energy.

At the same time, Zhang Yang let go of the soul control and tried his best to suppress the aura to gather on the three vital points. In just three seconds, he felt as if struck by lightning, spit out three mouthfuls of black blood, and passed out because of the brain failure .

In the middle of the night, Zhang Yang woke up leisurely. First, he felt that his head was all wood, as if it had turned into elm bumps. This was normal, because his soul had been unlocked too many times. It would be fine to rest for a few days.

The second thing that he is very concerned about is the repair of the lung meridian of hand Taiyin, the effect is naturally very good, without looking inside, the refreshing feeling brought by light breathing is like removing a mountain.

"It's done!"

There are a total of 22 acupoints in the Lung Meridian of Hand Taiyin, but those three acupoints are the most severely distorted. If they are repaired at this time, it is no less than a complete recovery of a tuberculosis ghost.

But this is still far away from being able to practice kung fu, so Zhang Yang is not in a hurry, he tidied up and fell asleep.