Chapter 42: Drugs are useless There was money to be made, so Lao Dong and Da Shitou were not stingy this time. Although they could not afford the most luxurious food, they still treated the former boss and the self-proclaimed second in command with good wine and delicious food. Recalling the glorious past, some people shed tears while drinking wine, and drank the snot along with it... There were endless bright lights and colors everywhere. They didn't know whether the people they met along the way were humans, demons or monsters. Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang, who had eaten from day to night, returned slightly tipsy. When they sat down in the house, they didn't dare to bend their backs forward because they had eaten too much. "I was careless. I was careless. It would be terrible if someone attacked me by surprise." Shi Chun, leaning back in her chair, sighed with emotion as she held her big belly. "Uh, pretty good." Wu Jinliang burped and exhaled a strong smell of alcohol. It was not the first time they had drunk wine, as wine was also sold in the Bowang Tower in the Land of Exile, and they had also spent money to try cheap wine, but this was the first time they had drunk so much, and it was good wine. Both of them were too full to say more, fearing that the lingering liquid in their throats would come out. After practicing qigong and regulating their breathing in silence for a long time, they slowly recovered. When Shi Chun opened his eyes again, he took out a bulging purse from his waist, opened the bag, and immediately saw purple flames coming out.
In addition to some sandalwood gold, there were also several small bottles and jars. He took out a small bottle the size of two thumbs, opened it and poured out a emerald green pill the size of a soybean, called Changhua Pill, a common elixir used in the cultivation world to help improve one's cultivation. It was neither expensive nor cheap, depending on who you were buying it for. The normal market price was ten sandalwood golds per pill. Shi Chun bought twenty pills at once, which was two small bottles. He gave one bottle to Wu Jinliang, and spent two hundred sandalwood golds, which was paid by Lao Dong and others. The reason I bought this thing was naturally that I was planning to take it to try out the effects of my spiritual practice. Feeling the flames in the room, Wu Jinliang opened his eyes and smiled again, "Yes, let's try the effect of the elixir." He immediately took off the bulging purse from his waist, opened it, and saw no purple flames, because he had no money. The bulging purse was because he had some commonly used medicines just in case. Anyway, it was Lao Dong and the others who actively paid for it. He swallowed it in one gulp, then went to sit cross-legged on his couch to meditate, with the sword at his side. After Shi Chun sniffed the fragrance of the elixir, he did the same, experiencing the first time in his life to practice refining elixir... In the pavilion on the top floor of Bowang Tower, a group of people in charge of local affairs were having routine exchanges. Miao Yilan was among them. After someone came in from outside and whispered a few words in her ear, Miao Yilan turned and left temporarily. At the corner of the corridor outside, Che Si, who had been watching all day, was waiting there. Miao Yilan came up to him and listened to his account of the day's surveillance. She was a little surprised and asked, "Cao Puqing's nephew Cen Futong went to see him and had a secret conversation with him?" Che Si: "It should be a secret meeting. Those who were traveling with Cen Futong were dismissed. I heard their chatter when they passed by me. They said something mysterious and I don't know what they were doing." Miao Yilan: "Didn't you go to teach Shi Chun and the others a lesson because you had damaged Lady Lu's reputation?" Che Si: “It doesn’t look like it.” Miao Yilan thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, I understand. You keep watching." As the night deepened, the singing and dancing in Liyun Tower remained cheerful as always. The brothel owner Feng Chi was very versatile and managed to get along with the distinguished guests. At this time, in the pavilion on the cliff outside Wuyou Pavilion, there was a man in a black cloak. His face under the cloak was exactly the same as that of the madam Feng Chi. After a while, another mysterious figure came out from the darkness. She had a graceful figure and was none other than Xiang Lan'er. She had disheveled hair and her face was covered. She looked like a female ghost in the middle of the night. After the two leaned against each other, Feng Chi whispered, "The situation in Shengyu is special. It is difficult to confirm the identity at the moment. The news has been passed to the higher-ups. They have arranged for someone to enter Shengyu, but it will take time. The fastest estimate is at least tomorrow morning." The breeze blew her hair in front of her face, and she said, "It is certain that this Shi Chun is not that simple, and she is definitely not helping out of kindness."
Feng Chi said, "What do you mean?" Xiang Lan'er: "He is eager to help Bian Weikang return to Wukang Mountain. His target should also be Wukang Mountain." Feng Chi was suddenly suspicious, "Who could it be? Could it be someone sent by the other two of the three clans?" Xiang Lan'er: "No matter who it is, no one is allowed to interfere here. We will set off tomorrow morning. After leaving the city, I will find a chance to lure Bian Weikang away. You arrange for someone to eliminate these two uncertain factors." Feng Chi: "Is it appropriate to do this rashly when your identity is unknown?" Xiang Lan'er: "After offending Lady Lu, isn't it normal for him to disappear?" Feng Chi: "Okay. I'll urge the higher-ups to verify their identities faster." Xiang Lan'er said nothing more and turned away. Feng Chi exclaimed softly, "When the contract of sale was recorded in the Heavenly Court, it was inconvenient to forge it, and all the traces used were your real body. Remember to destroy it to avoid any accidents." Xiang Lan'er, who was walking with his back to her, said calmly, "It's ruined." The night passed quickly and there were already faint signs of dawn in the sky. Shi Chun, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, opened his eyes, picked up the small bottle of pills beside him, opened the lid and sniffed the refreshing medicinal fragrance inside, with a look of deep suspicion in his eyes. Generally, the cultivation level of the same realm is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower, commonly known as the minor realm, the superior realm and the major realm. He had been in the initial stage of martial arts cultivation and had reached the great success stage for two or three years. What was strange was that after a period of time, there had been no further progress, no matter how hard he practiced. He thought that the problem would be solved after he came out and used the cultivation resources, but after a night, he was still standing still, with no sign of progress. One Changhua Pill was useless, maybe it was not effective enough, so he took two. As a result, he took three pills in one night and still didn’t work. Did he buy fake medicine? If this is true, it would be too arrogant. But then he thought about it and felt that the possibility was not high, because he went to buy it with people from Bowang Tower. I got up, opened the window, and looked outside. It was still dark. I wanted to wait until dawn, but I sniffed the medicine bottle again and again. Finally, I became so anxious that I couldn't help it. I ran to Wu Jinliang and called out twice, "Jinliang, Jinliang, Jinliang..." He casually took out a piece of sandalwood gold and illuminated the room. Wu Jinliang slowly closed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?" Shi Chun asked, "How effective is the Changhua Pill after you used it?" Seeing him ask this, Wu Jinliang realized something, "No way, the elixir you used has no effect?" Shi Chun had asked him similar questions as early as when he was in Dongjiuyuan, and they had discussed it more than once. Shi Chun asked, "Do you have any effect?" Wu Jinliang nodded, "Yes, the effect is not bad. It is at least three times faster than simply absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Don't you see any effect at all?" Shi Chun shook his head. "I took three pills of Changhua Dan and they didn't work. By the way, how many did you take?" Wu Jinliang glared and said, "All three pills are useless? I only have one, and it's still useful after refining it. What the store owner said is true. No, Chuntian, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with the method you're practicing?" Shi Chun turned around and sat on his couch, shaking his head a little tiredly: "I don't know what happened. When I was a kid, I heard people say that Uncle Eight was the best fighter. We kids all pestered to learn his skills. Later, I was the only one who mastered it, and you all changed to practice other skills. At that time, I didn't hear Uncle Eight say there was any problem. Later, something happened to him and he is no longer with us. Now I can't ask him even if I want to." Wu Jinliang touched his chin and muttered, "No, that's not right. Logically, it shouldn't be a problem with the practice. If there is a problem with the practice, it shouldn't affect the absorption of spiritual energy. If it can affect it, then why weren't you affected before? I say, didn't you eat something wrong? Think about it carefully. Did you eat something good without telling us before?" "Go away." Shi Chun waved his hands, as if telling him to get as far away from him as possible. He was already upset, and this was really too upsetting. He was in no mood to joke.
He took the sandalwood gold, and the room suddenly fell into darkness again. He stood up and returned to his couch, where he lay down with his hands on his head, crossed his legs, and looked worried. There is no way. I can't help but feel annoyed. The thing I was most worried about has finally happened. It is obvious that it is not a problem of lack of cultivation resources, but something has gone wrong with my own cultivation. This problem has been lingering for two or three years and has not been solved. What should I do? He couldn't just give up this martial art and start practicing another one. He felt that this martial art was quite useful and it was quite exciting to fight. The more ferocious the opponent was and the stronger the murderous intent was, the more excited he would be in the fight, and he felt like every pore was breathing freely. He felt that every time he fought with an opponent full of murderous intent, his body's ability to withstand blows would increase a little. At least in Dongjiuyuan, no one's body can withstand blows better than his, and no one has his strong ability to heal from injuries. If the opponent does not use weapons and fights with fists and feet, he dares to rush into a group of people and beat them to death. Although the progress of cultivation has stopped, the trend of the physical body becoming stronger during the fight has not stopped. He felt that this method was very good, which was why he had not changed to other methods of cultivation in the past two or three years. He was really reluctant to give it up. Is there a chance to find a suitable expert to analyze your own practice method? Wu Jinliang looked at him in the darkness, knowing that he had encountered a particularly big hurdle. He didn't know what to say. He had no solution to the problem and really couldn't help. Seeing that it was still dark, he was too lazy to think about it and continued to close his eyes to refine the elixir and enjoy the beauty of having resources for cultivation. Shi Chun, who was lying there, couldn't help but have wild thoughts. There was no need to waste the elixir any more, and before he knew it, daybreak had arrived. (End of this chapter)