Fu Qingjun put down the things and gave them and didn't pay attention to them anymore.

After all, that's all they can help, and it's up to them to survive or not.

Fu Qingjun put away the books and went to the kitchen to cook.

Now I'm dizzy with hunger, and I'm really hungry.

When he came back from eating, half an hour had passed, and he found that most of the ants on the entire table had lost their consciousness and soul, and had become ordinary ants crawling aimlessly.

Alas?

So fast?

Even, even the queen ant has disappeared from her consciousness?

Fu Qingjun looked at the entire desk in surprise, feeling very incredible, and it became miserable like this in the blink of an eye.

According to Fu Qingjun's speculation, they should still be alive after he comes back, and they don't dissipate so quickly, "Could it be that practicing martial arts consumes too much energy, but it accelerates the dissipation of their souls?"

He glanced at the potion he had left behind, and consumed a lot, and even some ants drowned directly in the medicine jar.

At this time, only a small number of ants are still partially conscious, trying to stand on the pile.

It's just that the cultivation is the "Lying Lion Pile", after all, they can't really stand up on two legs.

"Quite smart, I know to choose the one that suits me, I guess they have studied it carefully. Fu Qingjun took a closer look and found that those ants that could live were almost all old ants left by the previous era after their souls were washed twice.

"But now the first batch of the oldest, it doesn't look like it's going to last long. ”

Fu Qingjun studied it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "But it seems that it can't be successful in an instant, they have to accumulate slowly... It is estimated that this era is going to be cold! We have to wait for the new ants of the third generation to inherit their bodies, train them from generation to generation, and strengthen their bodies, and there may be hope!"

No miracles happen, but they are a matter of course.

Miracles happen from generation to generation, and they don't happen overnight.

He waited quietly, and when he saw with his own eyes the last ant standing on the stump, constantly applying the potion, losing consciousness and starting to crawl, he ignored it.

He wrote a line of words on the handwriting of the test record,

"It seems to be useful to let ants practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies!"

"Keep cultivating, shaking the body, hammering and forging muscles, their exoskeleton will continue to harden, and their bodies are deformed, just like raising Gu!"

Crash!!

Fu Qingjun's hair flew slowly, and each of them pierced into the bodies of unconscious ants, re-filling them, "Re-fill them directly, and wait for the third generation to open up... There's still a little time to go, just in time to go out. ”

He planned to take a look at the potion that was used to boil the body, and it was not a matter to use the potion of the Iron Fist all the time, the medicine was not right, and it might not work at all.

And the basic entry potion is definitely not good to ask Li Mo to help buy it, after all, "yourself" can't use it at all, so you can only go out by yourself.

And, after being here for a few days, it's time to go out and have a look.

"Calculate the time, Li Mo is still at work, and she is not afraid of running into her. ”

Fu Qingjun went to look at the sunflower again, and found that the sunflower really didn't open its wisdom, but it seemed that because of the difficulty of input, it overflowed slowly, and there were still many souls in the plant.

Fu Qingjun didn't think much about it, wrapped his hair around his waist seriously, directly found a big cloak and hat to put on, covered the back of his neck and went out of the door, and walked down the corridor.

"The world is wonderful, I just look at my face... It's the fierce gangster Fu Qingjun! Cover his head, just looking at his figure, he is an ordinary boy who is thin and weak. ”

Cover your face and look at your body alone, who will recognize you?

He is still quite confident in his figure.

And at this time.

A sunflower flower on a pot all over the table.

A melon seed pierced into the depths of the entire flower pot like a coffin, and in it lay a deformed and mutated red ant with mysterious stripes of iron rings on its body.

"Dumbfounded... There is a warm wrap of energy around here that keeps me from losing my soul. ”

"There is a mysterious black and white striped ancient coffin in the sun, which contains food, which is a gift from heaven! This must have made me sleep in it, and not die so soon...."

"This must be God's favor, and I must live..."

"The great god Amiro, and the unknown white god, Jiaxia wants to see you again!"

...

...

Fu Qingjun covered his face and went downstairs.

As you go downstairs, you gather your thoughts and think about the way forward.

"First, since I have escaped to a parallel world, I must find out the degree of mutation in my body and continue to build a testing ground, so that those ants can continue... My abilities seem to be soul aspect. ”

"Second, it's the tunnel back to Earth, my current mental power can only temporarily open a passage of a few millimeters, and ants can indeed pass through..."

"Third, when I came to this world, how to deal with the problem of identity thoroughly... If you can deal with it well, you may not be able to obtain resources here, and then raise the materials to save people and even cultivate the demon kingdom. ”

Create a civilization, a demon country, a sand table, a world ....

What a crazy and funny thing that would be!

Fu Qingjun feels that he has to raise ants strong and turn them into troops, to explore the earth that has become ruins, and to save the people in the apocalyptic wasteland....

Even, the future may not be ants, and when you are strong, you can spray your brain with more powerful creatures, even people...

"I don't know what happened to my master and parents. Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, after all, it had only been two days over there, so it shouldn't be in a hurry.

He walked around and looked around, as if he had returned to the noisy scene that only existed in TV dramas during the Republic of China, bypassed a few old streets, and found an old pharmacy.

【Miao Chuntang】

Walking in directly, what caught my eye was a huge rectangular black medicine cabinet, each grid was full of medicinal herb names, the shelves next to it were all kinds of bottles and jars, and on the cash register at the door, there was a black foreign clock.

On the side, a tall and strong bronze giant man, sweating profusely, was holding a copper mortar pestle in one hand, hammering medicine in the mortar.

"What do you want, young man?" the giant man raised his eyelids.

Fu Qingjun swept around the medicinal materials and found that some of the names of Chinese medicinal materials in this world were unfamiliar, and even some medicines and plants were not recognized.

You must know that I have already begun to study medicine, and the public is basically familiar with Chinese medicine, but I only recognize part of it here.

"In the parallel world, are even plants slightly different?" Fu Qingjun's face began to darken, that is to say, his own programmer is useless, and even half a bucket of water's medical skills are useless?

What about the good methods of traditional Chinese medicine, combined with modern Western medicine, that shocked the ancients a hundred years ago?

Most of the Western medicine relies on modern equipment, and I originally wanted to come to the pharmacy here, relying on Chinese medicine to do both, but the result is not in accordance with common sense at all!

"Since the species are different, will there be reproductive isolation between me and the sister paper here? Fu Qingjun shrunk his neck, the definition of the parallel world is very mysterious, if you don't know this world, there have been differences since the evolution of apes hundreds of millions of years ago, so it is possible that some plants and animals do not know each other.

"What do you want?"

The giant man looked at the masked young man in front of him in a daze, a little impatient.

"Topical tonic potion for the stake. Fu Qingjun thought for a while, swept around, and looked at the medicinal wine in the distance, "By the way, take a bottle of ant wine, can you show me?"

"You're getting older, you're not good at practicing, and your future is limited, so I'm afraid you're hiding your head and face from your family? But if you want to practice, it's up to you. The big man glanced at Fu Qingjun, and he knew everything in his frivolous steps.

He shook his head and handed over a bottle of medicinal wine, muttering, "Now that times have changed, practicing martial arts is too hard... How good it is to be a literate person, to be able to suffer like this in World War II, I heard that there is a group of scientists over there..."

He sighed and took out a bottle of ant wine from a pile of medicinal wine next to him as he spoke.

Fu Qingjun took the bottle and turned it around in his hand, there were ants floating in it, and some herbs mixed in it, and looked at it for a while, "What's the use of this ant wine?"

He remembered that he had a bunch of dead ants.

And those ants that seem to be alive are going to die after all.

Preparing a tombstone for their civilization in advance can be regarded as a benevolent and righteous achievement, and it is worth knowing each other in vain.

"This ant wine is good, invigorating the meridians and channels, dispelling wind and relieving pain, strengthening muscles and bones, and improving lean qi. ”

Dahan was full of anger when he spoke, and laughed: "You can also drink martial arts, it is good for your body, and martial arts training is all made up! Look at Fu Qingjun, who has been in the limelight in the past few years, the brothers on the road are all called 'the most ruthless little generals in the north of the city', and he is ruthless in his work, and he is a well-deserved No. 1 murderer, with a group of hundreds of brothers, to the railway station to unload goods, three teachings and nine streams, all have to give face!"

Fu Qingjun carefully observed the names of the surrounding medicinal herbs, opened the drawer to take a look at the shape of the medicinal herbs inside, and casually echoed: "I have seen that person, his martial arts may not be first-class, but his appearance is still good." ”

"Isn't that a handsome person, and a handsome kung fu. Dahan didn't care that Fu Qingjun looked at the medicinal materials, holding a long pipe cigarette pouch in his mouth, and lit it casually.

Fu Qingjun glanced at him, "The martial arts masters on the rivers and lakes can also smoke when they practice martial arts, isn't this good for the body?"

"You kid knows a fart. The man showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, scolded and snorted: "We people who practice martial arts, we must pay attention to internal cultivation and external training! Exercise outside and then apply potion to restore muscles and bones, and swallow this fragrant herb inside, you can cultivate internal organs, there is a good saying, a mouthful of smoking, land flying immortals." ”

Fu Qingjun suddenly realized.