Chapter 153: Smell and refine your heart again

What is gnashing hate? Like this one-zhang thick rock wall, the "gurgling" gnashing sound that can't be stopped is!

Hearing this voice, Wang San, who had already stepped out, slowly retracted and stood quietly in place.

After a long time, the sound that made people tremble and be bitter disappeared completely, and Mei Changyun gradually returned to normal.

"Little bunny, why don't you go?" Mei Changyun said with self-deprecation in his words: "You want to see the old man's jokes, right?" Hahaha...... look, just watch. ”

Mei Changyun smiled, his laughter was full of desolation, resentment and helplessness, this feeling Wang San had before, he could understand the pain in the other party's heart.

However, Wang San is not what it used to be, and he will never be able to help unconditionally because of the pain of others, so he has been waiting, waiting for Mei Changyun to show enough sincerity.

The reason why people will change, in fact, is mostly caused by the environment, which is like a kind person shopping, seeing an old man falling, going to help, but the old man has to say that he was pushed down, after experiencing such a thing, this person is afraid that when he sees the old man fall down in the future, he will not go to help.

The ancients had a cloud that "once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope." "It is no accident that Wang San will have mental obstacles, and it is definitely not his intention to become so cold and ruthless.

The mine suddenly fell silent, and Mei Changyun saw that Wang San did not leave or rescue, and he may be thinking in his heart.

The time of a pillar of incense passed quickly, Mei Changyun sighed heavily, and said, "Say, what does the old man do, you are willing to help." ”

Wang San smiled slightly and asked rhetorically, "What can you do?" ”

"You ......"

Mei Changyun didn't seem to expect that Wang San would actually ask him a rhetorical question, and this question made it difficult for him to answer.

After thinking about it for a long time, Mei Changyun didn't say anything, and from this point Wang San could conclude that Mei Changyun at this time was probably at the point of exhaustion.

For a while, the two of them were quiet again. After a long time, Mei Changyun's voice came out again: "Forget it! Let's go, the old man is now a wasted man, and he has nothing to do with him. Hey......"

"No, you have."

After Wang San finished speaking, he raised the Jiaojiao in his hand and slashed towards the rock wall, using only a cup of tea. And he cleaned up all the stones in front of the stone gate.

Mei Changyun didn't seem to expect that Wang San would actually save him, and said in a trembling voice: "Little ...... Little friend, why are you doing this? ”

Wang San didn't answer, just looked at Shimen in a daze, and scolded in his heart: "Damn, why is it forbidden again!" ”

The stone door in front of him was less than five feet, and the width was narrower than that of a normal single door, and the door frame and the edge of the door were extremely smooth, and it was obvious that someone had cut it with some sharp weapon. The entire stone door is closed without any gaps.

What bothered Wang San the most was that a red light flashed on the stone gate from time to time, and at first glance it was extremely prohibitive.

Being in the mine, Wang San didn't dare to forcibly break it with the spirit of the object like Huajiufang, not to mention the loud noise made after the ban broke, even the collapse of the mine was enough for him to have no way to escape.

Seeing Wang San frowning and staring at the stone gate, Mei Changyun said: "No need to study, the above is the Huoyun Forbidden set by Mu Changfeng back then, after these decades." The power has long been greatly reduced, and it can be easily cracked with the Xuan Ice Thorn. ”

"No, it won't."

"Impossible, you are dressed in the clothes of an inner disciple, and there are so many strange things on your body. How could it be that he couldn't even be a Xuan Ice Thorn? ”

How did Mei Changyun know that although Wang San practiced the exercises of the Ancient Style School and wore the clothes of the disciples of the Ancient Style School, in fact, he had only been a disciple of the Ancient Style School for a month, and Wu Gao had not taught him any techniques at all.

Seeing that Wang San really didn't seem to know how to stab Xuanbing, Mei Changyun exclaimed, "Aren't you a disciple of the Ancient Wind Sect?" ”

"Does it matter?" Introduction to Wang San's words. But in one word.

Mei Changyun was shocked when he heard this, and sighed: "Alas! You're quite right, it doesn't matter anymore. It's good to be careful, the old man will pass on your Xuanbing Thorn's mantra now. ”

Being able to learn new spells was something Wang San dreamed of, so he listened attentively at the moment, for fear of missing a word.

I don't know for what purpose Mei Changyun taught Wang Sanxuan the recipe for stabbing bing, and also patiently explained and guided him, showing the demeanor of a good teacher.

The Xuanbing Thorn, like the exorcism technique, is the most basic technique in the cultivation path, in the ancient style school, even the outer disciples, who have cultivated to the third level of the Qi cultivation period, will also get this kind of spell formula, and the inner disciples will teach it as soon as they get started, as for why Wang San didn't have it, this is completely deliberate by Wu Gao. This is also the reason why Mei Changyun was shocked when he saw that Wang San couldn't Xuanbing Thorn.

However, there is one thing that Wu Gao is not lying, if he cultivates and then cultivates the basic techniques, he can indeed achieve twice the result with half the effort, and the power is much greater.

In just two hours, Wang San had already completely mastered the Xuanbing Thorn, took a few steps back, pinched the trick with both hands, and guided the dantian pure aura to run, stretched out his hand a little, and the moment the aura in his body rushed out of his fingertips, it immediately turned into an ice pick more than a foot long, and crashed into the stone gate with a "whoosh".

Unlike the Flower Wine Workshop, which broke the ban, as soon as the ice pick touched the red light on the stone door, there was no violent sound, and there was no energy tyrannical gushing out, just a burst of "sizzle" sound, as if it was about to boil water, and there was a trace of white gas.

The ice pick quickly melted, and the red light on the stone gate also disappeared, Wang San did not hesitate, swept his sense, raised his legs and walked towards the stone gate.

"Wait!" Mei Changyun's tone was full of excitement, but at the same time, with a hint of nervousness, he said, "There is a Spirit Devouring Vine inside, be careful." ”

"Hmm!"

When Wang San broke the Fire Cloud Ban, he had already found that the back of the stone gate was full of Spirit Devouring vines, but he was not afraid of that thing, the withered Spirit Devouring vines in his storage bag were much larger than the inside, and they were not light before, so why be afraid?

"Do you know how to recover this thing?" Hearing Mei Changyun's reminder, Wang San stopped and asked.

"Alas! It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers, how can you recover the Spirit Devouring Vine? This vine is an ancient thing, and when it becomes an adult, even the Yuan Infant Monk sees it, and he has to retreat, not daring to approach lightly, and wants to recover it! ”

"There's really no way?"

Mei Changyun was silent for a moment and said, "Yes, there is, but ......"

"But what?"

"Well, since you want to know, it doesn't hurt for the old man to sue you, anyway, you won't be able to find that thing in your life." Mei Changyun said very confidently: "If you want to recover the Spirit Devouring Vine for your own use, unless you plant it in the Heart Refining Cauldron, there is no other way. ”

"Heart refining cauldron!"

Wang San was shocked when he heard this, this was the first time he had heard someone mention the Heart Refining Cauldron in the Sumeru realm. (To be continued.) )