"Change!"

"Get stronger!"

"Arm up!"

In the words, Zhang Xuezhou didn't feel any changes in himself.

Until the end of school, he was still the same as before.

He couldn't help but be disappointed for a while, and then decided to take a look after he fell asleep to see the effect of the Qi and Blood Pill.

It is impossible that he obtained the entry seed in the dream realm, and obtained the cultivation of the Taiqing Halal Technique, and the effect of the Qi and Blood Pill could not exert any effect.

If there is no effect, Zhang Xuezhou thinks that it may be that the Qi and Blood Pill has passed the shelf life of the medicinal effect.

In the world of dreams, people have no idea about the expiration date, and even if the jerky is moldy, it is washed and cooked.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Li Jiao had given him an expired Qi and Blood Pill, which had little effect, so it could not affect his body.

"My delusions are getting deeper and deeper, and I actually expect to dream about making myself stronger!"

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but suspect that his schizophrenia symptoms were getting worse.

"Maybe the Halal technique was just formed by mistake?"

"After all, I learned Dr. Ren's conditioning tips, maybe when I dreamed, I made up a set of things that could cultivate my abilities according to the conditioning tips!"

"But to put it this way...... Am I a genius? ”

When Zhang Xuezhou thought that he could lead to a certain cultivation doctrine in his dreams, and when he felt incredible, he couldn't help but think that his talent was focused on schizophrenia.

He has read many biographies of celebrities, many of whom are more or less crazy, and there are obvious differences from normal people's behavior patterns.

"But in case there is no life of a celebrity, but there is a disease of a celebrity!"

When his thinking fell into the contradiction between doubt and introspection, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his illness was a little more serious.

He clutched the e-wallet in his pocket tightly, only to feel that Zhang Weimeng's frequency of publishing fees should be faster.

Only when he has enough money can he go to the Sunshine Psychiatrist's clinic to clear his doubts.

A close friend who lacks communication and lives alone, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will inevitably get sick if he thinks too much.

"Wait, does this Halal technique I practiced count? Could it be that the hallucinations in my dreams are affecting reality? ”

Zhang Xuezhou thought wildly.

He was about to punch himself in the nose to see if he could rely on Halal to suppress the nosebleed, but then realized that it was a dangerous thought of self-harm.

"Calm down, I must be calm!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at himself, only to feel that there was a faint black aura rising on his body, and there were signs of illness mentioned by Ren Anran.

This made him quickly reach out and touch his pocket for a while, and then shivered and took out the fludiapam he had purchased from Ren Anran.

After swallowing the three pills, Zhang Xuezhou suddenly felt a lot better, and the black qi in his sight also subsided cleanly.

"I'm sick, no wonder I've been thinking about it!"

Zhang Xuezhou finally decided on the answer.

His head was chaotic, his body shook slightly, and he shook back to the old and dilapidated school district room step by step.

Dinner was somewhat casual.

Naturally, learning was delayed.

Zhang Xuezhou kept flipping his gestures, and when he muttered a low chant in his mouth, the Halal technique was constantly released.

As long as there is no medical output, his loss in Tai Halal is very small.

Nearly an hour later, Zhang Xuezhou felt the emptiness of his mental and physical strength.

His eyelids blinked, and he rarely fell asleep early.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that a long, long time had passed before his eyelids opened.

In the nine-foot Taoist temple, the glimmer of the sun has shone on this Taoist temple.

Through the light of the window, Zhang Xuezhou struggled to prop up his body, and he only felt that his body was sore everywhere.

"Sure enough, it's an expired medicine!"

Zhang Xuezhou raised his hands, only to see that his hands were red, and when he uncovered his clothes, his body was also a red color.

In just one night, he seemed to have changed his race.

"Does this seem to have poisoned me? Could it be that Li Jiao gave me a poison, and then I need to use too halal techniques to suppress it? Does he think that my cultivation conditions are insufficient? ”

In reality, there was no traumatized state supply experiment, but in the dream, Zhang Xuezhou immediately found the experimental subject who experimented with Tai Qing Halal.

There was a slight thought in his mouth, and when the entry seed traveled in the meridians according to the rules, a little white light suddenly appeared on his middle finger.

When Zhang Xuezhou imprinted his middle finger in the center of his forehead, the redness on his body suddenly slowly subsided.

The soreness is quickly subsiding, but the burning sensation that remains on the skin is revealed.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt bad luck.

He shook his neck, and the creaking sound suddenly became a crack.

It wasn't until he got up from the bed that he noticed something strange about his body.

Although there were still various discomforts in his body, Zhang Xuezhou felt the lightness of walking.

He reached out and grabbed a small coffee table in the bedroom.

"Has your strength really grown?"

From the suspicion that Li Jiao's Qi and Blood Pill had various problems to the actual verification, the time was very short, but the results of the verification were very real.

Yesterday, it was definitely difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to easily grab a coffee table with one hand.

His strength has indeed grown.

Even his physique has improved, and he has completely lost his previous weak appearance.

If he hurried back to Zhangjiazhuang at this time, he would definitely not be in a sick state of respite after walking more than ten miles of mountain roads.

A Qi and Blood Pill almost covered Han's creation work, far better than the jerky that Zhang Zhong and the others had fed Zhang Xuezhou for many years.

"The Qi and Blood Pill is truly a magical thing!"

Zhang Xuezhou changed his mind.

He felt that Qi Blood Pill and Fludiapam were almost the same.

Although both drugs have their damages, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

"It's a pity that this treasure land that gathers immigrants should not be able to continue to deceive!"

With the help of the name of the Void Taoist who does not return to the student, Zhang Xuezhou felt that in just three days, he almost had a harvest that he had not had for more than ten years.

But the time was also approaching for him to leave.

Zhang Xuezhou pushed open the wooden door of the nine-foot Taoist temple.

In the distance below the nine-foot slope, he already saw three figures.

The two figures vaguely belonged to his parents, and the other was a boar carried by the two.

As old hunters, Zhang Chong and Yourong's judgment was quite accurate, and they also hunted rare prey, which was no less than the results of the collective dispatch of the hunting group in the village.

But apprenticeship or something is directly exempted.

I don't know where I went, and when I talked about what I was doing in the Nine Feet Taoist Temple, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was hopeless to apprentice.

But if he is found to be true if he is not killed, it will be a great fate.

In just a few days of cognition, Zhang Xuezhou was very clear about the difference between the strength of cultivators and ordinary people.

Even if he is just a cultivator who alchemy and cures diseases, it is not an existence that they can resist, but there is a nine-in-ten chance of losing if they fight evil.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the nine-foot Taoist temple, removed some traces of his life, and changed back to his own set of cleaned clothes, and then slipped down the mountain.