The stone wall is nearly three meters high, with a passage made of giant trees on it, and an arrow tower and a lookout whistle every two hundred meters.

There are moats under the stone walls, and sharp wooden spears are densely placed inside. You can imagine how they fall down.

But for some reason, Zhang Yang looked familiar when he saw this village style. It was not from Wang Ergou's memory, but more like some villages he encountered in that fairy tale real world.

"Stop, Wang Er, go there."

A team of village patrolmen equipped with spears and shields took Zhang Yang to the second floor of the entrance of the village as if facing a great enemy. There was actually a small urn city here.

In the center of the city, there is a huge incense burner, and behind it is a statue with green face and fangs.

This is the protector of the village, but Wang Ergou's memory does not.

The patrol team took Zhang Yang here, and there was a skinny old man who grabbed a handful of incense ash from the incense burner and turned it into a bowl of red water.

"Drink!"

There is no doubt that Zhang Yang had no choice but to pinch his nose and drink this bowl of strange water.

Then, I didn't feel anything, it seemed that I had passed the test.

A few minutes later, the patrol members breathed a sigh of relief. One of the very strong men laughed and patted his shoulders. The strength almost made him fly out.

"That's right, Wang Er actually escaped from the pursuit of the iron-backed gray-mouthed goose, but even so, you can't choose a monk apprentice, so it's better to join the patrol early."

Zhang Yang smiled embarrassedly and didn't say anything. In Wang Ergou's memory, he was so taciturn and had only a lame grandfather in his family, so he didn't have to worry about being seen.

When passing through the small urn city, Zhang Yang glanced at the wall and saw some lines of the Taoist ban that needed to be activated by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It would be fine. There will be at least one immortal cultivator in this Li Village, and it must be the Golden Elixir Dao.

In the urn city, there is the real Li Village, which is quite large in area, with almost thousands of households, with houses connected to houses, and the courtyards connected to the courtyards, with heights scattered, but there are few trees seen.

Except for a street in the middle, the rest were all small alleys where two people could only walk side by side.

Such a scene really tastes like Licun rice.

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

The weather is right at this moment. In some spacious places, you can see a group of ragged and skinny old people huddled there to bask in the sun and catch lice. Even the children who should have been the most angry were very quiet because they were hungry.

When Zhang Yang walked by, the green eyes of a group of people really made him creepy. He felt that this was even more fierce than the Earth-bound Spirit outside the village.

After a sprint, bypassing seven or eight maze-like alleys, Zhang Yang came to Wang Ergou's house. The situation here was slightly better. It seemed that Wang Ergou's house was a local household, not a fugitive.

Because these are two thatched huts of about 40 square meters, plus a 30 square meters small courtyard, after seeing the narrow and simple shacks, Zhang Yang almost thought this was a mansion.

"Brother Ergou, you are back!"

A very surprised, the crisp sound scared Zhang Yang, and then he saw a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old walking out of a thatched hut with freckles on her face and also thin, with bright eyes.

Well, it seemed that this was his wife. She had not passed the door and fled from another village three months ago, and then became Wang Ergou's wife, on the condition that their family would live in another thatched hut.

"Little Xiaocui."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth and finally took a hatchet and divided a goose head over, which was somewhat fleshy.

"Ahem!!"

In another thatched hut, an old man's violent cough sounded. Zhang Yang quickly took the opportunity to enter the house. The hut was very dark, there was no furniture, and there was not even a dirt kang. An old man who was as thin as a ghoul was panting like a bellows, and his eyes were energetic.

"grandfather."

Zhang Yang said hello, helped the old man up, and then began to chop the remaining goose meat. He also wanted to cook some porridge, but when he lifted the rice jar, there was only a mouse that had been hungry to become a mummy inside.

"Brother Ergou, the village is going to put porridge, and it will be gone if you go late." Xiao Cui shouted outside.

"Is the situation so bad?" Zhang Yang was a little confused. Judging from the formation prohibitions carved on the walls of Li Village, at least there is a foundation-building cultivator who practices the Golden Elixir. With such strength, with a population of about 10,000 or 20,000 people in Li Village, it would not be like this even if he just cultivated some fields.

"I won't go today."

Zhang Yang replied that he had half of goose meat in his hand, and he would never get porridge after he went there, but if he put the goose meat at home, can the old man watch it? Don’t harm his life because of this.

However, not only did there be no rice at home, but there was no firewood. In the end, I went to the house of Daiqi's mother-in-law to get some. I vaguely remember that he had a Daiqi brother-in-law, but he was not at home.

After a busy day, I cooked two bowls of meat porridge, fed half a bowl of the old man, drank one bowl by myself, and sent the remaining half to my cheap mother-in-law. The old woman was also sick and pitiful, of course, everyone was pitiful.

After the trouble, Zhang Yang sat in front of the old man's bed, hoping that this cheap grandfather could say something amazing, such as a good grandson, our family also had a ancestral jade pendant.

But the old man really had no strength to speak, just gasping for breath, looking at Zhang Yang, with a feeling of pity in his eyes.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but try to use the unit of ordinary-level spiritual energy obtained by killing the Earth-Binding Spirit several times, but then he still held it back.

He has to live first and figure out what is going on? Why does a dignified world of immortal cultivation become so miserable?

Logically speaking, as long as the spiritual energy is not exhausted and entering the Dharma-Ending Age, immortal cultivators should always be invincible.

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

He is not short of basic skills, but Wang Ergou's body is really bad. He feels that the meridians in his body are twisted. His body's potential is like a balloon with hundreds of holes pierced, and he can't even blow it.

In addition, if calculated based on life span, Wang Ergou's body can live for at most 30 years.

"It seems that the human DNA in this world has been cracked and then deliberately distorted, or it is like being contaminated by nuclear contamination. In this way, the cultivators cannot make progress, and the body of mortals will not be able to improve."

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

Zhang Yang no longer hesitated, let go of the soul isolation a little, and opened his inner vision in the shortest time, and then isolated the soul again in one second. In this way, the body could not bear it, and blood came out of his nostrils for no money.

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

"There are nine heavenly maritime sword pills, and the Golden Elixir Dao has the saying of the seven palaces and thirteen sutras. Because the Golden Elixir Dao immortals practice long-lasting vision, the body is compared to the ladder to reach the sky. Not only can it not be easily destroyed, it also requires careful care, and none of them is feasible."

"From this point, Wang Ergou's body, may have a chance to cultivate swordsmanship. If he practices the Golden Elixir, he will not even have a chance to cultivate one in billions."

"But fortunately, I have my own plug-in and repair it carefully. Maybe there are some opportunities. No, I have to get enough opportunities."

"So, considering my current situation, it is difficult to practice the seven prefectures, so you can settle for the second best, starting with the repair of the Thirteen Sutras."

The so-called Thirteen Meridians refer to the acupoints of various parts of the human body, and even many ordinary warriors and doctors are familiar with it. Of course, only the first twelve Meridians are limited to the first twelve Meridians.

The practitioners of the Golden Elixir Dao use the various acupoints in these thirteen classics to accumulate and circulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and finally build the foundation into the Golden Elixir.

Zhang Yang also knows this quite well. After all, he has been resurrected several times. Moreover, the sword cultivator's soul vein and spiritual vein sword pills are very similar to the Golden Dan Dao.

After careful calculations, Zhang Yang determined the repair target. The Taiyin Lung Meridian, one of the three Yin meridians of the Hand, was that he discovered that Wang Ergou had mild asthma, but there was no pollutant in this world. The air was obviously very fresh, and the spiritual energy of the world did not look too scarce.

The most important thing is that after taking the three suspected spiritual fruits during the day today, the heat flow representing the spiritual energy dissipated the fastest when passing through the heart and lungs.

Before, all the way back to Li Village, those fleeing people, men, women, young and old, seemed to have mild or severe coughing problems.

Therefore, it is important to be the first to repair the hand Taiyin lung meridian. At least it can prevent his combat effectiveness from being greatly reduced due to poor breathing during combat.

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

Zhang Yang took out the beads obtained from killing the Earth-Bian Ling today, and stabbed three sewing needles borrowed from Xiao Cui into several key points. Then he pinched the beads and swallowed all the ordinary-level spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

At the same time, Zhang Yang also let go of his soul control and tried his best to suppress the spiritual energy gathering on three key acupoints. In just three seconds, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and he vomited three mouthfuls of black blood, and fainted due to brain crash.

At midnight, Zhang Yang woke up slowly. First of all, he felt that his head was full of wood, as if it had turned into a lump of elm. This is normal. His soul unlocked too many times, so it would be fine to rest for a few days.

Secondly, what he was very concerned about was the repair of the Taiyin lung meridian of the hand, which was naturally very effective. There was no need to look inside. The comfort feeling brought by the gentle breathing was like removing a mountain.

"It's done!"

There are 22 acupoints in the Taiyin lung meridian of the Hand, but the three acupoints that are most severely deformed are those. When they are repaired at this time, they are no less than the complete recovery of tuberculosis.
Chapter completed!