It is different from the quirky and soft touch when it was still inside the cocoon shell. At this time, the blood cocoon split in half. I don’t know if it is dehydrated or some reason, it has become only the size of a washbasin, dry and hard, and it is somewhat similar to the dried meat jerky, which does not look so evil.

Wu Yong picked up a piece, and a hint of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

No matter what the blood cocoon turned into, he felt very disgusted when he thought of the origin of this thing.

This is a physical discomfort.

But the problem is... the feeling of hunger in his stomach cannot be suppressed at all, especially the more he hesitated, the less he wanted to put what he wanted to do in his head into action, the stronger the feeling of hunger.

It's like dry firewood and tinder oil, burning the fire called hunger more and more.

He didn't know whether his situation was normal. After thinking about it, he finally threw two cocoon shells on the ground and started the cleaning formation after making gestures.

However, he started to take action, and immediately stopped moving again, picking up two blood cocoons with hesitation.

"Didn't I just say I'll never eat anything randomly again?"

The gods and man in their hearts were fighting, and their faces were changing. Finally, they made up their minds and said, "What's the matter? This is not a mess. Many animals will choose to eat the cocoon shell after they break out of their cocoons. What am I hesitating about?"

When he spoke, a hint of persuasion appeared on his face, but he didn't notice that he regarded himself as an "animal".

Wu Yong used the Living Water Method in "Yuyi Fu Ben Sutra" to wash the two cocoon shells.

It was also at this time that he discovered that except for the two cocoon shells, the ground was full of wet and sticky liquid. When he took his finger, it was a liquid between red and yellow, with a faint smell of blood.

"It seems like faded blood... It turns out that I felt that the "water" I soaked was not water."

Wu Yong was a little bit evil in his heart.

Take water and carefully clean the dirty stains on the cocoon shell, wipe them with the sleeves, and put the cocoon shell to the mouth. Wu Yong stopped and opened his mouth and bit it.

Click...

The cocoon shell is very hard, but after the strange entrance, it melts, turning into a stream of liquid or gas flowing into the belly, without any smell.

One bite after another, the faster I ate it, and in a blink of an eye, he swallowed the two cocoon shells into his stomach.

Wu Yong licked his fingers, his face still unsatisfied.

But now there is really nothing left.

Suddenly!

"Hiss..."

Wu Yong's stomach felt cold.

"Not good! I'm eating randomly again, it's a mess!"

Wu Yong was upset, but the chill came out of his stomach and flowed upwards along his spine, circulating like true qi, and came to his ancestral orifice.

When he realized that something seemed to be stuffed in his head, he focused his mind and carefully sensed it. Suddenly, a scripture written in the Ghost Clan Saint was added, and it was floating in his mind.

Wu Yong was shocked and read it immediately.

This is a method called "The Spirit of the Spirit of the Body", which talks about a secret method of using the blood of one's body to condense into some illusory spirit body to fight against people.

Wu Yong browsed it roughly, but did not study it carefully, but instead focused on the last comment in the Dharma volume.

At first he thought that these were all comments from the method to help practitioners understand and comprehend, but after a few glances, he was shocked: Is this a comment left by the red face?

These comments are very concise, with only a few strokes and not much content, but they all point directly to the point. There are some obscure metaphors that Wu Yong is not very clear in the beginning, and here I explain them very clearly in a few words.

And the reason why he knew that this was left by the red face... was because before the practice of "The Spirit of the Spirit" officially started, he needed to select a creature to be used as a "spirit" form, which was directly related to the relevant abilities after practice.

At the beginning of the notes, the three big characters "Holy Blood Worm" are written in holy seals, and there is a look similar to "maggot" on the side.

Wu Yong is not unfamiliar with this name, the appearance of this holy blood worm. The former was said by himself by the red face, and the latter... Wu Yong has seen it with his own eyes. Isn't it just the maggots on the red face?

"I didn't expect it to be this method, but why did it appear in my mind..."

Wu Yong's face was gloomy and gloomy. After thinking about it, he could only blame Wugui Blood Crystal.

Opening his eyes, this "The Body of the Spirit of the Spirit" was hidden in his mind. Wu Yong then activated the magic circle, cleaned the attic, took out the clean clothes he had changed, and went to the mountain wall of the backyard to wash and bathe.

This method is strange. When he thinks of the maggots covered with red faces, he is committing evil. How could he practice?

There is no hot spring on Wangjiang Peak, unless you make a fire and boil water. Fortunately, there is a small clear spring waterfall on the mountain wall. Since he refined his body, he has always fetched water upstream and showered downstream, which is convenient and comfortable.

Wu Yong took off his clothes, put the sword box in his place, and washed his whole body to a refreshing effect.

He was washing and moving his body, familiar with himself who had grown up "suddenly", soaked in the pool for a while, then got up and sat on the stone on the shore.

It was still midsummer now, and he was not in a hurry to put on his robe. He just "dried" his body and put on his robe and went back to the bamboo building. But as he walked, he arrived at the stairs of the bamboo building, and suddenly a strange look appeared on his face.

Wu Yong pulled open his collar and took off the jade pendant that belonged to "Wu Yong" from his neck.

"How did this jade pendant become like this?"

When I got it before, the jade pendant was a regular round, blue-gray, inconspicuous, but now the jade pendant in his hand is completely different.

The color of this jade pendant is still blue-gray, but it has a layer of moist luster. It looks much better, but the shape has changed drastically, becoming an inexplicable monster head image.

I don’t know what kind of monster it is, with three sharp horns on the head, and a big mouth open. Two huge fangs occupy almost half of the area of ​​the entire jade pendant, and there are fine pointed teeth in the mouth.

The pupils of both eyes are erect, and there are octagonal grooves engraved around them, which seem to represent scales or something.

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But the most strange thing is inside the mouth of this head.

The fangs themselves have a certain angle, with sharp ends, and a pair of barbs growing at the base of the teeth. On the barbs are a short tube as thick as a sewing needle.

Just in this short tube, it seems... there is a drop of liquid?

Wu Yongdeng returned to the attic on the stairs, lit the oil lamp, and placed the jade pendant on the fire - not roasting, but to use the fire to see clearly.

"That's right! There is indeed a drop of liquid."

It can be clearly seen that as he swayed the jade pendant, a drop of liquid was obviously rolling behind the left under the fire.

Wu Yong was not surprised and immediately recalled the mysterious voice in his mind before.

"Don't forget... absorb...the jade pendant...save me...you..."

This voice saved his life and was also the "initiator" who made his body's blood dry.

Because of this sentence, Wu Yong had thought that refining the jade pendant might bring a turning point to his situation. Therefore, he had tried refining this jade pendant many times before, but the result was not satisfactory at the time and there was no reaction.

At this moment, the jade pendant turned into this shape, and there seemed to be a drop of unknown liquid in it. He couldn't help but think: Could it be that what he asked me to refine is not the jade pendant itself, but this drop of liquid?

But there is another question: If you want to refine this drop of liquid, why didn’t the jade pendant look like this before? And the mysterious voice is not clear?

"Is it because the situation was urgent at that time, so there was no time to explain?"

The more Wu Yong thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.

He thought for a moment, covered the jade pendant that had changed a lot, tried to introduce magic power, and refined the jade pendant itself - indeed, the result was the same, and the jade pendant was not moving.

This made him more and more convinced that his guess was correct.

But guess is just speculation, and there is no reliable evidence. He is out of danger now, so why should he refine this jade pendant to save himself?

To be safe, Wu Yong finally decided to put away the jade pendant first.

"Maybe... can I ask Master Bai? It's no secret that I am a disciple of the Wu family in Henglu. I have also seen this jade pendant for Master Bai and Master Gu before. Maybe they can know the reason for this change?"

He was a little hesitant, but he was not worried that Master Bai or Master Gu would "be interested in seeing money", but he was worried that he would expose his true situation by going to the point of being rash.

After all, the excuse of "amnesia" is easy to use, but what if some things should not be amnesia?

Although the possibility is very small, Wu Yong dared not take risks.

After taking the initiative, he decided not to look for Master Bai first, but to go to the Sutra Library in Emei Gate to take a look.

Henglu Wu family is so famous, second only to Yinjing Palace in Xiaojibei. Emei must have more or less relevant information introductions. Why not go and take a look first? If you have no clues... or try to refine it yourself!

The voice existed in his mind, and could control his body. The relationship with him would not be simple no matter how you look at it. You just saw that you suddenly "appeared" when you were about to be stabbed to death by Senior Brother Xu Xiao with a sword... Wu Yong felt that the other party should have no malice.

He made up his mind and nodded secretly: I just took this opportunity to learn about the Henglu Wu family. Now my identity is not a secret. It will spread one day in the future. It is definitely correct to understand earlier and be prepared to deal with it!

Wu Yong returned to the clean and tidy house, lay down on the half-soft and hard couch, and fell asleep comfortably.

...

This sleep was slept until noon the next day.

He felt relieved from his heart completely, and he was indescribable to relax and enjoyment. He got up, washed, sat on the balcony of the attic for brunch. Even the summer heat of the dog days was not so hot, and the fire sun seemed to become "bright".

Only after experiencing it will cherish it extra. When you think of the days when life and death were uncertain, and compared with the peace and tranquility at this moment, Wu Yong chewed it very carefully.

After eating, he summoned a flying crane and came to Changqin Peak - this is the Sutra Pavilion in the Emei Gate.

The mountain peak faces north and south, with long and straight upright, the mountain walls are yellow and smooth, without any green color. Only rattans are connected from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. They are named "Changqin Peak" because they resemble "Qingqin Peak".

These rattans like strings hung on the mountain wall, not moving at all, only a few more than ten, but each one was as thick as a dozen people hugged each other.

Wu Yi went to the foot of the mountain, where there was an open-air book pavilion.

It is not very suitable to say that one is more like a garden pavilion view I saw in my previous life. The pavilions are bridged together through the eaves, and there are dozens of bamboo and wooden tables, which are almost filled with people, and they are flipping through the books in their hands.

Wu Yong came for the first time and didn't know where to find information. When he saw someone queuing up in a "Changqin Pavilion" to the east, he also walked.

After getting closer, I saw clearly that behind the table was a white-faced and beardless young man, wearing a Confucian shirt, holding a scroll in his hand, there was only a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and a bamboo and wood box next to the seat.
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