An autumn rain and a cold, but Zhao Rong didn't feel much,
Within his body, the little red snake that symbolized the innate vitality was turning into a dragon, making him truly feel the changes in his body.
After returning from the sutra-lecture booth, he drank the well water from the small bamboo tube that night, and the change happened again.
On the red snake body, there are spots of golden scales, like the golden sunset leaking through the red maple forest.
Beside the vague snake lips, the golden lines are getting longer and longer, almost coming out of the body and turning into long whiskers.
Using Zhu Yourong's tea cup from the calligraphy class two days ago, Zhao Rong drank a total of three cups of Zhengguan Well water so far.
Just to put it in Gui's words, these are not enough.
The area of the scales is at least one-tenth, the dragon's whiskers have not yet formed, and the number is not large.
But even so, the changes that Zhao Rong could feel were real.
Innate vitality is inherently linked to a monk's physique, and it is even more important for monks who ascend to heaven and follow the path of a martial artist in the second realm of Fuyao.
However, the general way to practice it is to strengthen the body of the martial artist to stimulate the innate vitality and make it stronger and stronger.
Because the strength of the body determines the ceiling of the amount of innate vitality in the body.
Some things that ignite the Qi and blood and assist in breaking through the realm, such as the unknown lotus seed porridge that Zhao Rong drank not long ago, can temporarily increase the amount of innate vitality, making the little red snake violent and impacting the meridians.
This method of improving innate vitality is not long-lasting, and it is not even easy to use on a daily basis.
But currently, the situation caused by the transformation of the red snake into a dragon in Zhao Rong's body is that the innate vitality has undergone unknown changes, which has led to the enhancement of his body.
In the past, if Zhao Rong took off his clothes in the middle of the night, he would still feel a bit of the biting late autumn cold, but now, he felt that the little red snake had become hotter, swimming among his meridians, and felt warm and comfortable, and he no longer felt the cold.
Zhao Rong didn't know whether this change was big or not. He was a little curious about the changes in other monks' practices in these realms so that he could compare them with his own. However, Liu Sanbian, who once led him to practice and was considered a half-master, had already changed.
After leaving, what, ask who the other half of the master is?
Of course...a certain stupid fox demon. Although Xiaoxiao never taught him how to practice, and even almost broke Zhao Rong's precepts, preventing him from entering the Fuyao realm again, this girl has always been the one who inspired Zhao Rong to practice.
One of the motivations was that he never wanted to have her pants ripped by her again. He was not as strong as her and almost surrendered to her without resisting. It was so shameful.
As for a certain Sword Spirit named Gui, Zhao Rong felt that it had nothing to do with him at all. What kind of master was he? This guy could only draw big cakes for him and scream when he saw good things to make him tremble. There was nothing about ascending to the sky.
I don’t even have any experience in practicing cultivation.
If you want to talk about help, the book "Ant Ascends to Heaven", which he thought about for a long time before deciding on, is sold at the book store in front of the academy. Not long ago, Zhao Rong saw Brother Teng Ying secretly buy it.
Ben... As for the cake I drew for him two days ago, which "vaguely reminds me of a peerless martial art that dates back a long time", who knows if it is... the Molecular Ant Fuyao Jue?
So, there is no point in asking for advice. The question is, 'This realm passed too quickly and I didn't pay attention. Why don't you ask a more in-depth question, such as how to conceive and nourish the outer body of the Yang God in the Nascent Soul Realm?' If you insist on asking
If you ask it a 'pediatric question about ascending to the heaven realm', this cheap sword spirit will most likely respond with a yin and yang saying, 'No, no, no, no, no one would even ask about ascending to the heaven realm...'.
Therefore, Zhao Rong's current practice in the Heavenly Realm is a bit blurry. Before Brother Sanbian left, he only left some key insights on breaking the mirror. As for the 'red snake transforming into a dragon', he probably would not have thought that Zhao Rong would encounter this kind of thing even if he broke his head.
matter……
In the early morning, the light rain that had fallen for two days stopped suddenly.
As usual, Zhao Rong lit a lamp and read the Confucian annotations all night. He stretched, washed himself and went out. He went for a walk by the lake to read in the morning. After returning to Dongli Xiaozhu, he looked behind the fence.
When I arrived at Chrysanthemum, I picked a tender cucumber and went to class with Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu.
In the past few days and nights, he did not try to take the pulse right away. Instead, he planned to find a way to get the embarrassing cup of tea that Zhu Yourong took away. After the fourth cup of well water was consumed, he would take the pulse again.
Look how powerful this mutated red snake is...
At this time, the three of them were walking on the way to Mochi Academy.
A gust of autumn wind blew by.
Zhao Rong turned to look at Jia Tengying, who was trembling, and said, "Are you okay, Brother Tengying?"
Jia Tengying shook his head, "It will be better when we get to the school later. Thank you, brother Ziyu."
Zhao Rong nodded. In this world, it is really difficult for scholars in the mountains to study in autumn and winter, unless they come from a wealthy family.
He lowered his head and looked at his palms. At this moment, his whole body felt like a furnace.
Zhao Rong remembered that Liu Sanbian said that the cultivation of mortals is to transcend the world and become a saint, and the ultimate goal of a martial artist is to climb the mountain step by step, with a nine-foot body that can accommodate the vast energy and blood of Kunpeng ten thousand feet, and become a Kunpeng martial artist.
However, to what extent his current physique has changed, Zhao Rong had a vague feeling that after absorbing the dragon energy from three cups of well water, his current path seemed a bit wild, not like a normal physique at the stage of ascending to the sky and vibrating clothes.
I don’t know what level of Qingjun’s physical strength is at the peak of the Haoran realm. When I held her before, I just focused on feeling the warmth and softness. I don’t know if Qingjun would feel the same if he took off his clothes in the middle of the night.
A little bit of the biting cold of late autumn, if you feel cold, cough, cough, it's okay, Zhao Rong is not cold, his body is like a stove, she can hold it...
Zhao Rong was walking on the road, subconsciously thinking wildly for a while, and then quickly stopped his thoughts.
He thought for a while and couldn't help but said in his heart: "Hey, Gui, you are ascending to the sky, Fuyao Second Realm, and you are not a normal monk who follows the path of a martial artist. If it is cold in autumn and winter like this, you will feel cold.
?"
"What is cold? I have forgotten what it feels like to be cold. Wait, no, no, no, no, it's not true that some people will feel cold after practicing mountain climbing..."
Zhao Rong: "..."
I knew I shouldn't ask.
In the heart of the lake, Gui said a habitual yin and yang, and was quiet for a moment, as if he could see what Zhao Rong had been uneasy about these past few days.
It mused: "Your physique is a bit strange... I still want to tell you whether you want to continue collecting water from those ancient wells and drink this dragon energy, Zhao Rong, you decide for yourself."
Zhao Rong raised his head and looked at the school building not far ahead, then turned around and looked at the students and classmates who were also coming to class.
He was caught in this huge crowd and was inconspicuous.
"Talk to me."
Gui was silent for a moment, "According to my observation, the innate vitality in your body has not increased at all."
"Then why does the body strengthen?"
"The sudden increase in your physical strength is not caused by a quantitative change in your innate vitality. Those dragon energies caused a qualitative change in your innate vitality."
Zhao Rong was silent.
Guihu said: "You should know that the physiques of the alien monster race are inherently stronger than those of our human race."
Zhao Rong nodded slowly, because he thought of Xiaoxiao, such a small body, which had never been able to exercise his body, but was so strong. Suddenly, he was stunned:
"Wait, you mean..."
He continued: "That's right, after the Red Snake in your body absorbed this dragon-friendly energy and began to transform into a dragon, it underwent a qualitative change and transformed into the body of a different kind of monster. With the same innate vitality, the body of a different kind of monster is stronger than that of a dragon.
The human race is strong, and you are the same way now. Moreover, the dragons of the wild species are the best in physical strength among the monsters."
Zhao Rong licked his lips and said nothing.
The sword spirit sighed slightly, "So if the red snake in your body absorbs enough well water and successfully transforms into a dragon, then you will have an alien body that this dragon energy belongs to, which is almost the same."
Zhao Rong suddenly asked: "Then will I also become a demon? Or will I be half human and half demon?"
Gui thought for a moment, "Will you become a transvestite..."
"Choose another word for me!" Zhao Rong interrupted.
"...Okay, I'm not sure whether you will become a monster or not, but logically speaking, it should just be a physical change. After all, you are just infected by the innate vitality and dragon energy, and you are not changing your bloodline."
Gui was eager to try: "I have never seen this situation before, Zhao Rong, how about we give it a try?"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Gui encouraged: "The dragonborn I have seen are all quite handsome. Why don't you give it a try? As for the scales and tails that this scaly body will grow on, you can hide them and you'll be fine."
Zhao Rong's face darkened.
You dare to let me try anything, you really want me to be embarrassed!
The sword spirit laughed for a while, stopped joking, and said seriously: "Theoretically, the problem is not big, there are risks, but compared with the benefits, tsk tsk, the fragile human body has the body of a dragon, and the energy and blood of Kunpeng, a nine-foot body, have the same purpose.
It’s wonderful, you can try it.”
After its voice fell, the inner lake became quiet again.
after awhile.
Zhao Rong changed the question and asked: "How much of this well water should I collect to transform my body?"
Gui Youyou said: "The more, the merrier."
Zhao Rong: "..."
There is only one art class this morning, which is poetry.
Zhao Rong held his sleeves, thinking about something in his mind, and walked into Suixingtang with a calm expression.
Many Suixingtang students looked at him sideways.
A few days ago, he was a bit in the limelight, but it may be because he is a new student in the class. In addition to his two friends, the three girls, Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou, and Xiao Hongyu, will greet Zhao Rong when they meet.
Hello, these other classmates seemed to be still watching him and had no intention of approaching him immediately. Some of the meetings in Suixingtang also did not take the initiative to call him.
However, the overt rejection and Wu Peiliang's vocal ridicule like before the calligraphy class are no longer there. Now Wu Peiliang will be the first to run away when he accidentally catches Zhao Rong's eyes.
Therefore, Zhao Rong is happy and relaxed at the moment. He still has a lot of things to do.
At this moment, a figure walked in outside Suixing Hall.
Zhao Rong looked up and saw a kind-faced middle-aged man with a long beard and black hair hanging behind his back. He was wearing a wide-breasted shirt with a long belt tied casually and wooden clogs on his feet.
Dressed like a celebrity, dressed up and down.
Zhao Rong was slightly stunned. This person happened to be the Mr. Chen who he had seen buying wine and being surrounded by scholars when he was refused entry to the academy.
He was still holding an ink-colored wine flask in one hand and grabbing a pile of rolled-up manuscripts in the other. His appearance didn't seem to have changed much from that day.
Mr. Chen walked to the podium, put his things away, glanced at the students of Sui Xing Hall, coughed lightly, picked up the wine bottle, and said with a smile: "Just one sip."
Zhao Rong saw the classmates around him smiling and nodding.
Mr. Chen opened the wine bottle, took a sip, smacked his lips, smiled, and asked: "Would you guys like some too?"
The Suixing Hall students shook their heads quickly.
Zhao Rong smiled when he saw this and shook his head.
Mr. Chen nodded and placed the wine bottle on the farthest place on the table, "Then let's go to class and continue to talk about the Book of Songs today."
Soon, the poetry class began.
The afternoon is slowly passing...
The poetry class was over, and Mr. Chen picked up the ink wine bottle and the book and left.
In Suixing Hall, voices gradually sounded.
At this moment, Yu Huaijin, who was in the front row, suddenly stood up, held his hands, turned and walked towards the back.
The eyes of most students in the hall were attracted to her.
Soon, Yu Huaijin came to Zhao Rong's table, looked at him for a while, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhu has something to do with you, she is at Yilanxuan."