It's good now, Zheng Fang's old injury has not gone, and new pain has been added. The old wound in the front refers to the fracture, and the new pain in the back is the torture caused by this "delicious" to Zheng Fang's organs. Under these two stimuli, Zheng Flail only felt that the dantian was also hot, and an unprecedented feeling of swelling and pain emanated from the dantian in the lower abdomen to the whole body.

"Water...... Water!" Hurriedly looking for the water tank, Zheng Fang found that Hong Mingtian and Fei Xuan had buried their heads in the water, regardless of his image, they frantically poured water on themselves inside. And where can Zheng Flail manage so much, insert it into a position and bury his head in it, and frantically absorb the water in the water tank.

Until the three of them drank their stomachs to a lot bigger, the spicy and salty taste in their mouths did not diminish much, and Zheng Flail somehow, the heat of the dantian became more and more intense, and he only felt a heat in his nasal cavity, Zheng Flail knew that this was a nosebleed overflowing, and immediately withdrew from the water tank, covering his nose and looking for paper everywhere.

The nosebleed flowed down the gap at the base of his fingers to the back of his hand, Zheng Fang finally found the paper paper, that's right, the paper of this family does not seem to be a standing thing, only found rough paper in the thatched house, but in the current situation, how dare he pick and choose, rubbed it a few times and then stuffed it into the nostrils, and then immediately walked out of the thatched house.

The fiery dantian is still hot, this situation has never appeared even if it was Zheng Flail in the previous life, is it because it can't be broken through? No, who has such a strange way to break through? If this is spread out, I'm afraid it will be used as a laughing stock by others, right? However, if that's the case, Zheng Flail doesn't mind other people's jokes.

Sitting and meditating, Zheng Yu looked at the changes in his dantian, the reserve of vitality was indeed full, but he was far from reaching the bottleneck of breakthrough, and now he was only three hundred and seventy-four stages of the second mountain yin level, but soon he discovered the abnormal state.

Most of the vitality of ordinary people is white, and when the strength reaches the Mie Mountain, the original color will be able to be turned into any color, of course, there are also people under the strength of the Mie Mountain who use the exercises to temporarily change the Yuan Qi into another color.

But Zheng Fang is different, others are white, and he is light cyan, and the light cyan is mixed with some crimson, which has to start from the gang qi, gang qi is a purer energy than the vitality, and the performance color is light cyan, and the red color is better understood, the true color of the vitality of every alchemist is red, and there are some special ones, such as purple red.

But Zheng Fang found that in addition to these two colors, there were also some colors, which were sesame black. These small black dots were scattered all over the dantian like sesame seeds, some large and some were very tiny, and it could be seen from this that the purity of Zheng Fang's vitality began to become impure.

If the purity of the vitality is not pure, it means that the power of the output of the vitality will decrease, and this situation is not allowed to appear in Zheng Fang's previous life or this life, but fortunately, Zheng Feng does not seem to feel embarrassed about purifying the vitality.

Sitting on the ground and meditating up, his hands were sealed, and the vitality flowed between his palms, emitting a warm light of pale cyan and crimson, and the warm light gradually expanded, and finally wrapped Zheng Fang's whole body. Hong Mingtian and Fei Xuan didn't bother him, the two of them were now in a flurry of stomachs, where could they take care of him, they both squeezed their heads and wanted to drill into the thatched house.

Pure Yang Swordsmanship, practiced to the fullest, Yin and cold do not invade, this point can be clearly reflected in the removal of the cold poison on Zheng Yuan's body, but Zheng Flail did not tell Zheng Yuan, in addition to removing the cold poison, the Pure Yang Sword Technique also has the effect of purifying vitality, which is the origin of its name.

With his eyes slightly closed, Zheng Flails could see that the shattered black spots in his dantian were quietly disappearing, saying that they were disappearing, but it was more appropriate to say that they were evaporating, in addition, Zheng Flails also felt that his whole body was on fire, his chest was stuffy, his stomach was numb, his head was dizzy, and his limbs were swollen.

As these perceptions became more and more intense, the small black spots in Zheng Fang's dantian evaporated faster and faster, and when the two of them finished squatting in the toilet, Zheng Fang just expelled all those small black spots from his body. As soon as he stood up, the scene in front of him gradually turned black, and as his limbs were completely weak, he exhaled a breath of turbid air and fell to the ground.

Of course, Zheng Fang didn't know that the breath he exhaled was black breath. The two people who had just come out of the thatched house, who were still holding hot chrysanthemums, saw Zheng Fang fall to the ground, and they couldn't care about the pain in their eyes, so they hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

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"Three hundred and eighty-four stages of the second mountain yin level! Ten stages of the whole jump!" Opening his eyes, Zheng Fang woke up early in the morning, and the first thing he did was to make sure that the impurities attached to the dantian had not been cleaned out, and after looking around, he found that everything was already in the best condition, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now he feels that his whole body is relaxed, but he can't let his movements go too much at will, after all, the problem of fractures has not been completely solved.

But on the two beds on the left and right of Zheng Fang, there are Fei Xuan and Hong Mingtian lying respectively, their sleeping appearance is a bit indescribable, the whole person is placed on the bed at will, half of the quilt has been dragged on the ground, in addition to Fei Xuan's snoring like thunder, there are also Hong Mingtian's teeth grinding and dream talk.

"You two big lazy pigs, give Lao Tzu, rise-" As soon as the quilt was lifted and the curtains were opened, Zheng Fang's voice was much louder than the gong and drum, and the walls shook a little.

After this toss, the two were finally woken up by Zheng Flai, and their confused appearance was ridiculous. Since the two of them ate the dishes made by Zheng Fang, they had stomach troubles all night, running into the thatched hut all night long, which was worse than death. It's good now, I don't let the two of them sleep anymore, it's like I'm going to die.

Gradually, the facial expression solidified from the state of bewilderment, the expression gradually became distorted, the angry expression was almost about to eat Zheng Flai, and he smashed the pillow in the direction of Zheng Flail with his teeth and claws, and after a while, the two of them were finally completely awake.

Bad friends, proper bad friends!

The reason why Zheng Yu had to wake them up was very simple, that is, the plan of the day was in the morning, and the cultivation of vitality in the morning was the best time, so in order to become stronger, he had to force them. However, whether Fei Xuan and Hong Mingtian are in a state of meditation and cultivation, or in a state of eating and chatting, they have to yawn every three or five minutes.

Frequent yawning also began to infect Zheng Flai's side, and after shaking his head vigorously a few times, Zheng Flail closed his eyes vigorously and opened them again, but he couldn't do anything about the two of them, so he finally chose to keep a certain distance from the two of them and cultivated alone in the square.

As for Fei Xuan and Hong Mingtian, because of the absence of Zheng Fang's disturbance, they can finally go back to sleep, and no matter whether it is past the meal or not, no one can stop the sleepiness of the strong attack, so they fell on their respective beds and fell asleep deeply.

This sleep also slept in the evening, Zheng Yu completely consolidated the ten levels of vitality that had skyrocketed today, and when he was in the spare time, he went to the fish pond alone to catch two fish again, and he had to make a decent dish that could be eaten by mouth.

As he fished, he wondered what had gone wrong with last night's meal, wasn't the boiled fish put in the water first? Could it be because of a packet of salt? Yes, it must be this!

This time he planned to reorganize it again, Zheng Yu picked up the tools alone, waved a set of them, boiled the water by himself, and even took care of the condiments by himself, but he was busy for a while.

The movement in the kitchen was relatively large, Hong Mingtian, who had slept for half a morning and an afternoon, was impatient with this crackling sound, and immediately stood up, planning to see how the kitchen was doing.

But it doesn't matter what I see, what I see is Zheng Fang wielding a kitchen knife in the kitchen, engrossed in cooking!

This action really scared Hong Mingtian a lot, "Come on, if it goes on like this, sooner or later I will have to explain it to the third child!" swallowed hard, Hong Mingtian had to do something to deal with it.

coughed heavily, wanting to attract Zheng Fang's attention, but he didn't expect that this guy's attention had been concentrated to the realm of selflessness, and he didn't hear Hong Mingtian's deliberate actions at all. Just when Hong Mingtian was about to speak again, his nose smelled a faint fragrance. Unlike last night, the scent actually made his mouth flutter.

This aroused Hong Mingtian's curiosity, this guy almost poisoned the two of them last night, and it was only about a day now, could it be that this kid has an extraordinary talent for cooking?

Thinking about the reaction after tasting the dishes made by Zheng Fang last night, I couldn't help but make Hong Mingtian's meat beat, and then recalled the scene last night when I didn't sleep all night and almost squatted in the thatched house, and I was in awe of Zheng Fang's craftsmanship.

Although he didn't know how much salt Zheng Flails put in the cooking, he was sure that anything that came from Zheng Flai's hands must be chemicals, and he really wondered if the pill that this person had refined could be eaten, and if he ate it, he would pull out his intestines.

According to normal circumstances, Zheng Fang should still be in the exploration stage when he is so concentrated on cooking now, right? If that's the case, I can't let him test me like a white mouse anymore. In that case, I have to let him endure the taste of squatting on the toilet all night!

Hong Mingtian made a calculation in his heart, wanting to see Zheng Fang a little ugly, so that he could retreat. Whoever cooks and cooks can do it, Hong Mingtian only hopes that this person is not Zheng Fang.

Come to think of it, who put a bag of salt in it? Who cut the ginger and garlic in lumps? Put the chili pepper and ginger together, can it not be spicy?!

Gradually, Fei Xuan was also tossed and turned by the movement outside, and finally couldn't sleep again, so he had to sit up, with a few drunken stars on his head, people were sitting, but his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and he didn't want to open them at all. At this time, Hong Mingtian ran in and whispered in his ear, "The third child is pouring vegetables outside, wait for you to taste it." ”

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