Chapter 15 The Magical Bag

Time never stops passing and never looking back.

When the organs and broken bones were no longer in serious trouble, Zhang Yue tragically discovered that "Xiao Mu Jue" had fallen to the pinnacle of the first layer; although he was heartbroken, he did not have the slightest remorse; "saving the dead and helping the wounded" was his consistent insistence, and "helping others and entertaining himself" was the source of his thinking.

"It can't be like this anymore, otherwise, even if the injured person's limbs recover, there is still a risk of going mad;

"Well, it seems to have an effect!"

Zhang Yue found that due to the change of his own exercises, a trace of the water system true yuan was forced back into the injured person's dantian qi sea, and what was even more gratifying was that the "little wood jue" was not only evacuated safely, but the damaged true yuan was also compensated a little, and even had a tendency to rise in the realm, and at the same time, the wood system true yuan in the injured person's body was also reduced by one point after being absorbed and purified by the "little wood jue".

"Great!" Zhang Yue was pleasantly surprised, and finally found the right way to crack it.

The surging True Yuan battle in the injured person's body was finally suppressed, and the momentum was also a little weaker.

The "Flame Nine Suns" were running at full strength, and more water system true elements were forced back into the dantian qi sea, while the equivalent wood system true elements were combined with the "Little Wood Jue", and the realm of the "Little Wood Jue" was rising at a visible speed; the first layer was complete, and the second layer was returned......

Zhang Yue did not blindly run the "Flame Nine Suns", but from time to time fed back with the "Little Wood Formula" that had just picked up, to ensure the lasting application of the fire system exercises.

Zhang Yue's sweat and rain were like pulp, his whole body clothes were soaked, and a faint cloud appeared above the heads of two people, but at this time he was extremely excited, like Columbus who had discovered the New World, and was intoxicated with happiness and happiness.

As the sky gradually darkened, He Yong's mother and son looked anxiously into the house from time to time, and could not help but be overjoyed to see that the injured had gradually recovered their vigor and radiance.

Zhang Yue's healing has reached the last moment, the realms of "Agni Nine Yangs" and "Xiao Mu Jue" not only did not fall, but both have been effectively improved; not to mention the complete recovery of "Xiao Mu Jue", it has reached the realm of the middle stage of the third layer in one fell swoop, this is the result of Zhang Yue's purification and absorption of the true essence of the wood system in the body of the injured, if it were not for the expansion of the meridians and the full support of the consumption of the "Flame Nine Yangs", as far as absorption alone is concerned, Zhang Yue does not know what kind of realm his wood system will reach now.

"What's going on? The vast majority of the water-based true elements have been forced back into the injured person's dantian qi sea, and the wood-based true yuan that is opposed to it has all been refined into the 'Little Wood Jue' true yuan by themselves, completely removing the danger of going mad;

"I understand, in the end, the wisp of true yuan is not owned by the injured person himself, but left by the person who attacked the injured, but it is a long time, and most of it has collapsed;

Zhang Yue finally found the crux of the problem, slowly injected a wisp of "Little Wood Jue" True Qi, confronted it, and once again activated the "Flame Nine Suns"; after it was completely absorbed, he used a trace of "Thunder and Lightning" True Qi as a power to help the injured person promote the operation of True Qi.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound in the injured person's body, the true qi was running, Zhou Tian was running, and the surging momentum of the Zhuji monk rushed out, and the true qi was circulating, and it was completely recovered.

"Thanks to Mr. for his kindness of reconstruction, He Ping is unforgettable in this life. ”

The wounded man was covered with tears and knelt down in front of Zhang Yue.

He Yong's mother and son both rushed in and gave a big gift to Zhang Yue at the same time; everyone at the door also rushed in, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief; He Ping, who was dying yesterday, now seems to be fine.

"Everyone hurry up, it's been a day's delay, and I have to see the next patient. Zhang Yue has forgotten where he is, as if he has returned to the profession he loved so much, and he now feels that he is shining with an aura and full of sacred missions, without it, it is completely out of the sense of accomplishment of being recognized and recognized.

"Sir, you are tired all day, rest first, and then have a good meal. The old village chief Huang Qi said with emotion.

"Oh, I'm a little hungry when you say that. ”

Zhang Yue has not eaten a bite of anything since he practiced the "thunder and lightning technique"; seeing that the banquet was full, he was not polite, picked up two pieces of meat with chopsticks and put them in his mouth to chew, turned back to He Yong and said vaguely: "He Yong, go immediately, emergency, no delay." ”

He Ping, who was on the side, reluctantly threw a urging look at his son, and whispered to his wife: "Xiu'e, do you remember the bag I asked you to keep thirty years ago? ”

"Okay, I'll give it to you. The wife said yes and walked to another room.

Looking at the backs of Zhang Yue and his son in the distance, He Ping shook his head, and everyone dispersed one after another, only the old village chief did not leave; he walked up to the old village chief and asked in a low voice: "Second uncle, has the ransom been paid over there in Black Tiger Mountain?"

"Not yet, a hundred loads of spirit valley, livestock, and spirit wine are ready, and the money will be enough tomorrow. The old village chief said helplessly.

"Then don't send it again, I'll rest for one night, and I'll solve it myself tomorrow, count me He Ping to thank 'Huangshuwan' for taking care of him for thirty years, you don't have to worry, I will rescue everyone by tomorrow afternoon at the latest." ”

Before the old village chief could react, Xiu'e had already handed over a bag to He Ping.

"Old man, after thirty years of separation, I really didn't expect that there would be a chance to open you again in this life and this life. He Ping's hands trembled, his true qi fluctuated, and he went straight into the bag, and a steel spear eight feet long was taken out of the palm-sized bag.

"What kind of treasure is this, how can it hold such a long spear?" asked the old village chief in surprise, Xiu'e also couldn't believe his eyes.

"It's not a special treasure, it's just a monk's usual bag, and the space inside is the size of two houses. He Ping took out another pill from the bag, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Second uncle, the reason why you see this scene in front of you is to let you have confidence in me, I am a 'foundation building monk', that is, what you often call an 'immortal master'; thirty years ago, because of an accident, I became an ordinary person, and now my cultivation has recovered, it is easy to deal with the bandits in Weihu Mountain, but my injuries still need to be breathed for a night before they can be completely recovered, and you can be ready to respond tomorrow." ”

"Second uncle, there is one thing that you and Xiu'e must remember that tonight's incident must not be told to outsiders, and even He Yong cannot be told, otherwise if my enemies know, I will no longer be able to gain a foothold in 'Huangshuwan' in the future. He Ping said, and put the Zhangba spear in his hand back into the palm-sized bag. Degree of literature