After sleeping for two days and two nights, Sun Yi'an got up from the bed.

After eating some things and helping Lang Xiao take a little medicine, he supported his chin with both hands and quietly lay on the edge of the table to stare at the four things on the table.

a golden Pu knife; a hexagonal disc; a palm-sized small cloth bag; A fist-sized mass of slender gold wire.

Recalling what happened in the mountains that day, Sun Yi'an still has a little palpitations.

Although he has experienced some near-death over the years, he has never felt that death is so close to him.

That day, the moment that golden thread appeared in the center of his brow, he truly felt the boundless fear of death.

On the way back, Sun Yi'an, who had escaped death, felt that the air had a hint of sweetness, and the leaves were a little greener than before, and even the thorns that had scarred him no longer seemed to be so eyesore.

It wasn't until that moment that he realized how much he loved the world he wasn't very familiar with.

After a long time, Sun Yi'an sighed and said to himself: "Hey~ This time, for the Xuanling grass, the mountain goods were not hit, and he almost gave his life!"

"Those two old men are really insidious and vicious, how can they have a little bit of the appearance of the gods depicted in the book! If I hadn't happened to catch up on the trap I had set up for the hunt, I'd have been killed by now! Forget it, let's meditate first to recover the spiritual power of the dantian......"

With that, he picked up a few things on the table, walked to the side and began to meditate and recover. Lang Xiao, who was seriously injured, walked to his side with light steps and curled up next to him.

"Boy! For so long, you haven't broken through to the middle of the middle? A slightly tired old voice sounded in Sun Yi'an's mind.

"Zhong Lao? Are you awake? Why is your voice so weak? Haven't you recovered your mental attrition? Hearing that it was Zhong Lao's voice, Sun Yi'an hurriedly asked.

"Hmph, without the main body, how can the power of divine consciousness be so easily restored...... Hey! Wrong! Why is your kid's spiritual power depleted so much? As the old man was talking, he suddenly asked in surprise.

After hearing this, Sun Yi'an replied with a wry smile: "I have long wanted to talk to Zhong Lao about this, but I couldn't wake you up a few days ago. I went up to the mountains to hunt that day......"

After a meal, Sun Yi'an told the old man about the thrilling scene that happened on the mountain that day, but he hid a small part of it.

For some reason, after witnessing those two insidious and cunning cultivators with extremely cruel methods, Sun Yi'an became a little wary of the old man who claimed to be the Guangfa Immortal Monarch who lived in his body.

Supposedly, he has nothing on him, and there is really nothing worth thinking about others. It's just that Zhong Lao's recent attitude towards him has always made him feel a little weird......

"So, you kid actually killed a foundation building monk? And got his magic tools and storage bag? Zhong Lao asked in disbelief after hearing this.

"Kill? I didn't kill that old man, he himself died suddenly, and I was almost killed by him!

"What are ritual utensils and storage bags? Is it the golden pouch and the dusty pouch? Sun Yi'an replied inexplicably.

"Haha! Hahaha! Good! Very good! Truly the heavens are unsurpassed...... Fast! Take out that bag and see what's inside! After getting Sun Yi'an's affirmative answer, Zhong Lao laughed a few times, and his voice was extremely happy.

Seeing that Zhong Lao was uncharacteristically excited after hearing about this, Sun Yi couldn't help but mutter: Is it necessary to be so happy?

"Sun boy, the old man was a little harsh on you in the past, but it was also for your good.

"With your broken true yuan, if you can't break through the late stage of Dao Qi cultivation as soon as possible, you may die at any time, don't be angry with the old man!"

Just as he was rummaging through the so-called storage bag with a heavy heart, Zhong Lao's voice came again in his head.

Hearing this, Sun Yi'an was speechless, and then replied: "Uh...... Zhong Lao said seriously, Zhong Lao has the grace of reinvention to me, how can I be resentful of Zhong Lao, it's just a little strange why Zhong Lao is so abnormal today. ”

"Hehe~ The storage bag is likely to contain the spirit herb pill that will help you break through the bottleneck, and the old man is also happy for you." Hearing Sun Yi'an say this, Zhong Laoyu laughed dryly twice, and said in a gentle tone.

Sun Yi'an didn't say anything after hearing this, just dragged out the golden simple knife from under the bed, and took out the small gray cloth bag from under the pillow, then walked to the table and put two things on the table and said, "Zhong Lao, please look, these are these two things." ”

"Knife-shaped mid-level magic weapon? It's golden, flashy! Open that bag and take a look! Zhong Lao first disdained, and then urged.

"Zhong Lao, although this bag is bulging, I have already tried it, and I can't open it at all." Sun Yi'an replied.

"Well, the old man was so happy that he forgot that you didn't know how to manipulate at all. The old man will pass on your mantra, and you can listen to it! ”

……

Two hours later.

For the first time, Sun Yi'an knew that the divine consciousness in his mind could still be released and used outside his body.

According to the Dharma Decision taught by Zhong Lao, he released a trace of divine consciousness from his body, attached it to the cloth bag, and stretched out his hand to make a legal decision on the cloth bag, leaving his own divine sense imprint, and then poured the cloth bag with one hand, and silently said in his heart, "Open!" I only heard the sound of "bang", and the table was instantly filled with a large number of strange-shaped bottles and cans, some jade boxes, books, strange stones, herbs and other miscellaneous things.

This really surprised Sun Yi'an, he couldn't figure out how a small cloth bag with the size of a palm could hold so many things!

"Boy, what's the daze, quickly sort out these things, and let the old man see if there is anything that can help you break through the bottleneck!" Zhong Lao urged a little impatiently.

"Oh, okay." Sun Yi'an, who was interrupted by Zhong Lao from his stunned state, lowered his head and began to pack up the things on the table.

……

"This is the Rakshasa vine? Useless! Is this acacia flower? Hum! Adulterous things! This is supposed to be a Thousand Illusion Grass, right? It's a pity that the year is too short...... Let's go, look at the pill bottles again. After inspecting the herbs arranged in a row one by one, Zhong Lao said with a little disappointment.

After a cup of tea.

Zhong Lao checked all the things poured out of the storage bag, but he was silent.

Sun Yi'an knew that Bacheng hadn't found anything available that could help him break through the bottleneck, so he sat on his chair and fiddled with the storage bag he had just learned how to manipulate.

"I didn't expect that a monk in the foundation building period only had such a messy and useless thing in his storage bag. It seems that this human world is really very different from 10,000 years ago......

"But fortunately, there are still one hundred and ten low-level spirit stones for the Yuehua Gathering Spirit Array, which is barely enough. That's exactly ...... time Brat! What is the first day of the year? Zhong Lao, who seemed to be talking to himself, suddenly asked about the date without a beginning or an end.

"Today is the third year of junior high school, why are you ...... Zhong Lao?"

"Okay, after some investigation by the old man today, the consumption of divine power is really too large, so I won't talk to you more. For the next 12 days, you will be honest and meditate. After 12 days, the old man will help you break through the bottleneck!

"That's right! Put away that pile of spirit stones, be sure to keep them! Before Sun Yi'an could finish speaking, Zhong Lao interrupted him, and after some explanation, he was completely silent.

"Spirit stones? Are these multicolored stones? ”

Sun Yi'an, who was confused by Zhong Lao, stood in place and pondered what Zhong Lao said several times, and then he buckled the mouth of the storage bag downward, and under the urging of his divine sense, he put away the objects arranged in several long rows one by one, and continued to meditate cross-legged......