As soon as the sky was bright, Wan Fei embarked on the journey, but where did he go?

Although it is said that the body has recovered, it is still not very comfortable, the spiritual root seems to have a slight crack, and the thunder of that day is too powerful to stand it at all.

If you follow the river, you will always find a village, and you may be able to stand on your feet.

Wan Fei walked away for about two hours, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in the lower abdomen, and the crack in the spiritual root was faintly painful, and it seemed that even if there was immortal qi swimming in the meridians, it still could not be repaired.

Immortal Qi protects the Yuan Shen, Divine Consciousness, and Spiritual Root, but it has no repair ability. Although the Heavenly Venerable Holy Body forcibly protected the physical body from shattering, the face was not protected, and it could not restore the inner foundation.

Meditated cross-legged on the spot, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish the spiritual root, and the spiritual root was like a leak, and the spiritual energy entered and went out as much as possible, which reminded Wan Fei of Qiaoba.

Could it be that he still has to cultivate the Turtle Sect Qigong? But he doesn't have the ability to condense the aura.

Although it can't be repaired, but after some tempering, coupled with the nourishment of the Tianzun Holy Body, the pain has been relieved a lot, the river is bent, and Wan Fei wanted to run the spiritual energy to fly, but suddenly found that the spiritual root was leaking.

But there is also hope, an unknown mountain, and a mountain village hidden in the lush jungle on the mountainside, surrounded by various ancient trees, looks very vicissitudes.

Where there are people, there will be all kinds of information about the mountain and beyond the mountain.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, thought it was a very close mountain village, walked for another hour, turned along the river and passed a foot of the mountain, heard the sound of rushing water, looked at it, it was a waterfall, there was a large pool of water under the waterfall, the pool water rushed, and the water flow flowed downstream from here.

Wan Fei came from the bottom up, and his stomach screamed unprecedentedly, and only then did he remember how important his apprentice Chopper was.

It seems that it will take a long time to climb to the mountainside, and it will not be able to go up for a while, so it is better to get some food first.

It would be nice if Chopper was catching some game. Forget it, I'll catch it myself. They found rattan and made cages and traps for catching hares.

Caught a hare, shaved the skin, and set up a bonfire in the leeward side of the mountain, and the smell of rabbit meat soon wafted around the pool.

Just as he was about to eat, there was a movement from a bush, could it be a wild boar?

Wan Fei stood up nervously, it was no problem to fight wild boars now, but he was afraid that there would be a mistake in the spiritual root when he fought wild boars.

However, it was not a wild boar or a more powerful beast that came out, but an old man, who was in rags, with gray hair and beard, and a face that looked sick.

The old man came over, hugged his fists and said: "I haven't eaten meat in the next few days, I'm hungry, and I hope that the young man will eat meat." ”

Call yourself a young man, Wan Fei looked at the old man carefully, there was no aura fluctuation on this person's body, and he looked at his body and bones as a person from the rivers and lakes.

Going out to rely on friends, a bite of meat is nothing. "Oh, give you a thigh!"

The old man took it, with a grateful look, and he didn't care about eating so much, and the leg meat of the tea gong entered the old man's belly.

Wan Fei ate the rabbit meat, and saw that the old man looked at his rabbit meat again, and wanted to give him a piece, but as soon as he raised his hand, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell to the ground crackling.

When the old man saw it, he jumped to Wan Fei's side, snatched the rabbit meat, and devoured it.

It doesn't matter whether Wan Fei is dead or alive, helpless, Wan Fei meditates cross-legged, absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, and gradually relieves the pain.

The old man ate the rabbit meat and said with a smile: "Boy, I don't eat your rabbit meat for nothing, I may be able to help you if you are hurt." ”

Wan Fei smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, my injury is not an ordinary injury, and ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can't help it." ”

"Oh, my family has an ancestral martial arts, this martial arts can live a long life if you practice it, and if you cultivate it, you can be reborn and reborn. ”

"Oh, is there really such an exercise?"

"However, I have one condition, I can't practice this exercise because I don't have a spiritual root, but I have a strange poison in my body, and I need you to do me a favor. ”

"Senior, please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will do it. ”

"My exercise is called "Re-Creation Divine Skill", you should understand it when you hear the name. ”

"If you have cultivated the "Recreation Divine Skill" and recovered from your injuries, help me go to this Black Tiger Pond to take a thing, this thing is very special, it is a kind of aquatic weed, this aquatic grass grows on the back of a turtle below, this grass is purple, rare in the world, and can detoxify me. Once the poison is cured of my body, I will teach you the whole text of the "Re-Creation Divine Skill", and now I can only teach you a tenth of the mantra part, which can help you recover from your injuries. ”

"Don't try to snatch it when you recover, this book is not on me, it's all in my memory. ”

Wan Fei nodded and said, "In this way, I am naturally happy to promise you the good things that can help each other." ”

"Okay, you deserve to be an immortal cultivator, you can talk quickly, then you remember!"

There are eight words in the old man's mouth, like a poem.

Wan Fei kept it in mind and secretly operated it, and sure enough, this set of mental methods is different from the general mental method, the aura does not enter from the limbs, but the seven orifices, enters the divine sense, nourishes the original spirit, and then enters the dantian to nourish the spiritual root, and the spiritual energy carries a trace of energy generated by the original spirit and the seven orifices in the whole process, and this trace of energy actually has the effect of repairing and transforming the spiritual root.

This made Wan Fei happy, and the cracks of the spiritual root were slightly healed, although it was undetectable, but this exercise really did not dishonor its name "Re-Creation Divine Skill"

In this way, an old man and a young man stayed here for seven days, hunting for ten thousand flights, and the old man ate and drank, because his legs and feet were inconvenient, and the poison had made his face even more charred.

Wan Fei had been cultivating for seven days, and the spiritual root had basically healed, and after a mild pain, Wan Fei said, "I'll go and get that purple grass." ”

Turning around and jumping into the deep pool, the old man's face was gloomy, as if he was aging madly, changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was estimated that he would not last more than an hour or two.

Wan Fei drilled into the pool, the stone wall in the pool was extremely smooth, turning around, the water was continuous, and there was even a gasping whirlpool in the depths of the pool.

With Wan Fei's ability, he leaned against the wall and grabbed some aquatic plants and burrowed into a larger, diagonal cave, in which some fish shimmered, and those fish swam back and forth to illuminate the bottom of the pool.

There was a small gap where the water was turbulent, and there were some purple aquatic plants floating in the gap, which were different from ordinary aquatic plants, very thin and showy, and looked more poisonous.

It seems that the old man is going to fight poison with poison.

Wan Fei got closer to see that the aquatic grass actually grew on the back shell of a kind of turtle, and the turtles were stuck in the cracks of the rocks, they didn't know what to live on, and their whole bodies seemed to be fused with the stones.

After picking the grass and turning back to the surface of the pool, the old man was trembling and saying, "Help me!"