Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

Ground Fire Room, No. 12 Refining Room B.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, looked at the two villains who looked like real people in his hands, one was an old man with bones and immortality, and the other was a young man with an ordinary complexion.

These two villains who are like a small country are exactly Cheng Buzheng's latest version, Fa Zihao, soul puppets.

Appearance: It is the spirit silica gel extracted from the spirit tree sap, no matter the elasticity of the skin or the expression it makes, it is just like a real person.

In order to confuse the fake with the real one and imitate the monk's spiritual pressure, it was carved inside the soul puppet, simulating the forbidden law.

As the dantian of the soul puppet, the top-grade Lingzhu can store mana and serve as the core power source.

It is worth Cheng Buzheng's effort. This soul puppet is of course not that simple. The biggest achievement is the newly released psychic prohibition that he has studied for a long time.

At this time, there is still a little bit of meaning, that is, it cannot be controlled from a long distance and with the mind.

but.

He already has a general idea, and he believes that soon, it will be the time when the soul puppet will be completely released.

Thinking of this, Cheng Buzheng couldn't help showing a smile, and muttered to himself:

"Or, this is the path he should take the most."

The main body remains motionless, developing in the sect safely and steadily.

——Dirty work, tiring work, dangerous work, let the puppet do it.

This is the way to be stable.

immediately.

Cheng Buzheng stood up, put away the refining furnace with a big hand, went to the side of the gate, took out the jade talisman in the concave nest, and closed the Hei Yaojing gate.

Walk along the corridor to the hall of the fire room.

In the lobby.

Inside the counter, the old man Nan was lying on the rocking chair, looking at a thick thread-bound book quietly, with an indescribable smile on the corner of his mouth, as if there was a hint of obscenity.

Cheng Buzheng shook off that ridiculous thought, old man Nan is also a cultivator after all, how could he have such a bad taste!

He probably thought too much, Cheng Buzheng corrected the thoughts in his mind, maybe he was wrong just now.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng, who was in a happy mood, couldn't help feeling a bit of malice in his heart, and couldn't help walking a little lighter.

He has been curious for a long time, and he also wants to know what kind of books old man Nan reads all year round.

But soon he was disappointed.

The old man Nan seemed to have sensed Cheng Buzheng's arrival. He closed the book, flipped through it, and put the book on the counter casually.

"You boy, what do you want to do?"

The old man Nan said angrily:

"Can't you walk freely?"

"In case I scare the old man, if the old man doesn't steal your thousands of spirit stones, don't let the old man give up."

Old man Nan was very grateful. Ever since he had this little drinking buddy, every time the little guy came, he had to pay attention to the changes around him.

Otherwise, let this little guy know, don't know, how can I laugh at the old man in my heart, how can I let the old man face him?

But he was reluctant to break up with the little guy, and he didn't want to lose a friend he had finally had.

But with this little drinking buddy, every time he comes, he can't devote himself wholeheartedly into the ocean of knowledge, especially when it comes to the climax.

This, what a torture for an elderly monk like him!

Nan old man murmured in his heart.

heard the words.

"Old man Nan!"

On Cheng Buzheng's jade-like face, there was a hint of a smile:

"You don't even have the vigilance that a monk should have. The kid is just showing you that you should be more vigilant."

"You don't read well, you are an old man who doesn't know how to read!"

Cheng Buzheng didn't care about old man Nan's angry expression, he knew the old man's temperament.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be joking with an old man.

"Thank you, old man!"

Nan old man glanced at Cheng Buzheng, turned his head and said:

"It's okay, you can go!"

"You're welcome."

Cheng Buzheng's expression didn't change at all, while walking towards the counter, he said:

"Who made the boy, is it your friend?"

"I don't care about you, old man, boy, I'm so uneasy!"

Lean less.

Cheng Buzheng came to the counter and put the jade talisman on the counter.

"Stop doing this, the old man won't eat this!"

The old man Nan's tone couldn't help being gentler, and he said:

"This old man has grandsons and nieces, and there are many people who care about them. I don't need your care."

"Boy, take care of yourself!"

"Okay, okay!" Cheng Buzheng said in a regretful tone:

"Then I'm leaving, it's a pity that no one shared with me a jug of good wine!"

"What good wine can you have?"

The old man Nan's tone was a little disdainful, and he said:

"The old man is very merciful, and I will give you a taste of the fine wine my grandniece gave me."

"Let me get to know you a little bit?"

Cheng Buzheng didn't care about Old Man Nan's tough mouth and warm heart.

"Really?" Cheng Buzheng asked suspiciously:

"Let me see what kind of wine is worthy of your praise?"

Hearing Cheng Buzheng's questioning tone, old man Nan seemed unable to bear the stimulation, and immediately took out a container like a black jade jar, opened the wine jar, and a fresh fragrance spread in the room.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng walked behind the counter, put the wine jar on the table, took out two wine cups, poured the wine, and said:

"Old man, I would like to offer you a toast!"

"Dry!"

The old man said boldly.

One for you, one for me, young and old, it is a joy to drink.

at sunset.

Cheng Buzheng came out of the fire room feeling slightly drunk, the breeze brushed over his long hair hanging on both sides of his forehead, and immediately his forehead felt cold.

With a thought.

The magic power in the dantian surged, all the alcohol smell on his body dissipated, and his mind regained clarity.

See here.

A smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Buzheng's mouth, and then he regained his cool look, and played a formula with both hands.

After a breath.

A gray spirit cloud rose under his feet.

A flash of light flew directly into a canyon.

In the days to come, Cheng Buzheng, apart from his cultivation, often went to the Buddhist scripture tower to find some experience in refining weapons, and studied how to refine magic weapons based on the principle of spiritual restraint.

After many studies, he found that this kind of magic weapon was not only expensive, but also very ineffective. The range of telepathy was too short to meet his requirements.

Then he thought of a special spell, Amethyst Cut. This spell not only had an extremely astonishing power, but also brought out the effect of the spell to the fullest.

Half a year later, Cheng Buzheng researched some of the content, and after Xiaodie deduction, not only completed it, but also deduced it to the extreme of the first-order top-grade, but to practice this spell, you need the purple soul stone as the foundation, to construct the spell.

But the purple soul stone is not only not available in the Salary Pavilion, it is also found in Baiyun City.

After perfecting the spell, look for the purple soul stone.

At the same time, he considered for half a year at the most, if he still couldn't find the purple soul stone, then he should retreat with all his strength.

In the next six months, when he was not practicing, he occasionally went to the fire room to find the old man and have a drink.

For ten days and half a month, Jiang Fugui would occasionally come to have a little gathering.

Such days are not only leisurely and clean, but at the same time, he can clearly sense the increase in mana.

In addition, Cheng Buzheng has an extremely low-key temperament, and no fellow disciples specifically trouble him.

What pleased him most was that Uncle Jiang never looked for him again.

This is also why Cheng Buzheng specifically told Jiang Fugui not to disturb Master Jiang's cultivation for his sake.

Everything is so peaceful and beautiful, Cheng Buzheng is also enjoying the life of cultivating immortals.

Ps: There is one more chapter, and we have to wait a while.