50% for option 1 and 50% for option 2.

……

[Option 1]

【Eating tranquilizers】

Description: The spirit is restored to stability, but only slightly stronger than the average person's physical fitness

[Option 2]

[No tranquilizers]

Description: Mentally restless, but has a lot of physical fitness beyond ordinary people

……

The coyote saw Zheng Zhuo catch the small pill. In the moonlight, he nodded to himself, then ......

Then the cap was opened.

"Huh?"

In the coyote's surprise, he saw Zheng Zhuo pour the medicine into his mouth.

He's eating it right now! Moreover, I ate a dose that definitely exceeds a single serving amount at one time!

He swallowed some of the medicine. More pills slipped out of the mouth of the bottle, fell from the sky, and fell to the ground.

"Hey, hey......"

He's crazy? Still not crazy?

Coyotes simply don't understand. He saw Zheng Zhuo shake his hand and throw away the medicine bottle.

The medicine bottle also drew a white trajectory in the air, and with a "rattle" sound, it fell to the ground.

Zheng Zhuo jumped up for the last time.

He slipped out of the little window.

Broken mirrors are scattered across the lawn of the courtyard. The coyote saw that Zheng Zhuo's figure was reflected on it.

He stood on the top floor of the sanatorium. The wind blew his hospital gown. He spread his hands as if he wanted to embrace the wind......

And then.

Walked to the roof.

The coyote heard footsteps and legs over the railing.

Followed by.

Dada.

He heard the sound of a machine gun. Sounded from the direction of the watchtower. A lot.

"It's over, it's over......!"

The coyote closed its eyes and covered its ears.

However.

There was no other sound.

He didn't hear the sound of a person being hit by a bullet, nor did he hear a person hitting the ground.

The alarm continued.

Zheng Zhuo is gone.

……

Time flies, vicissitudes.

I don't know how many times the morning sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and I don't know how many springs and autumns I have experienced. The flowers on Qingyun Mountain bloomed and thanked, and the trees on Qingyun Mountain withered and greened.

The pavilions were renovated and rebuilt, and the monks came and went.

On Qingyun Mountain, the Hall of Elders.

Looking at the looming long steps outside the window, and the faintly visible streamer of magic weapons in the clouds, Zhou Dong, who had become the head of the Qingyun Sect, sighed.

"It's been so long."

The "Meditation Technique" he practiced has the effect of calming the mind and calming the waves. Since the completion of the "Condensation Formula" and the cultivation of the [Mahayana Period], he has not felt the feeling of "melancholy" for decades.

But when I woke up this morning, for some reason, I suddenly felt sentimental.

Zhou Dong looked at the heights.

In the mist-shrouded distance, on the highest platform on the top of Qingyun Mountain, the ruins of the old square are placed.

It has been too long since the battle between the fairy fox sword spirit and the old master in the big competition, so long that the books that recorded the battle of the immortals have long been yellowed. So long that even for some of the young elders now, it was just a legend that they had only heard in their memories.

It is said that in the lower realm of the fairy's mouth title "Condensing Divine Formula", there were three doppelgangers of humans, foxes, and swords, walking in the world. Entered the Qingyun Sect and started a big battle with the current leader. It is said that the battle that shocked the world, cried ghosts and gods, and sword intent, broke through the clouds, traversed thousands of miles, and opened the world, but it did not hurt the tens of thousands of Qingyun disciples who had approached recently.

After this battle, the immortal spirit was satisfied, and decided that the three fates of heaven, earth, and man had arrived, leaving dozens of disciples who had learned the "Condensation Formula" by chance, and then reverted to the immortals.

After that war, the head of the sect, who had been in retreat for several years, went into retreat again, and he spent 7749 days in retreat. When he goes out again, he must have heavy black hair, sound and body, and return to youth.

"I have three things to tell."

The head of the sect gathered all the elders and said.

"First, from now on, my Qingyun Sect and the sub-sects will all revise the "Concentration Technique".

"Second, you must keep in mind that the author of "Concentrating on the Spirit" is not a fairy, let alone me. The author is a former female disciple of my Qingyun Sect, whose name is Chen Qing. ”

"Third ......"

"The Great Elder will succeed him as the head of the Qingyun Sect."

The old master left the last sentence and meditated cross-legged. Suddenly, the smoke drifted in, and the golden light enveloped the mountain peaks. From time to time, the golden light of the smoke dissipated, and everyone was shocked to see that the head of the house had become an immortal.

This incident is the most important event in Zhou Dong's long life. Back then, this matter was known to everyone in the land of China.

And now, only Zhou Dong and a few people still remember the details.

Only they have cultivated to this point. Cultivated to the [Mahayana period], lived with heaven and earth, and practiced to this day.

Zhou Dong thought of those contemporaries who entered with his own batch.

"Lin Lin, Qi Biao, Luo Shui, Wang Luo, Sun Duo, ......"

When he joined the Xiyun Sect back then, there was still a dispute. Now that I think about it, it's really naïve.

There are people outside the people, and there are heavens outside the sky. The path of cultivation is long and obstructive. All kinds of opportunities are in front of you, why fight for the one or two single paths.

In this matter, Lot Water was the first to look away.

He was also the first person to reach the Mahayana realm. Whether it is on the understanding of the "Concentration of Divine Formula" or on the cultivation of skills, it is Luo Deshui who is the first.

However, he had no interest in the position of head of the house.

"My heart is only one way, and there is no other way to use it externally."

A hundred years ago, Luo Shui refused the invitation of his predecessor to succeed to the throne, left the Qingyun Sect, traveled all over the world, and disappeared.

The next person to arrive in the Mahayana realm was Lin Lin.

He has that secret treasure [Lingtian Wenyu], and his cultivation speed is a thousand miles in a day. However, after entering the [Transformation God Realm], he, who had always cared most about identity, status, ability, and chance, passed on the [Lingtian Wenyu] to his eldest disciple.

"My heart is unstable, and it will be difficult for me to make progress after that."

His mind has improved a lot compared to when he was younger. However, he still doesn't seem satisfied.

"A thousand miles of embankment collapsed in an anthill. Hundred-year-old trees were destroyed by insects. ”

He resigned as an elder, changed his residence, traveled and retreated all day, and finally, when he reached the Mahayana realm, he also left the Qingyun Sect.

Early that morning, he was dressed in rags and said goodbye to Zhou Dong at the foot of the long steps. After many years, Zhou Dong still clearly remembers that he saw his shoes stained with blood.

He didn't ride through the clouds, but walked down the mountain on his feet.

"Once this time is gone, I want to experience life, old age, sickness and death as a mortal, love and hate." Lin Lin said to Zhou Dong, "Let's say goodbye here." ”

"Why did you just say goodbye to me?"

Zhou Dong asked him.

"Because you will be the next head of the Qingyun Sect."

Lin Lin said to him.

After watching Lin Lin's back disappear at the end of the path, many more years passed.

Lin Lin's prediction came true.

……

Thoughts pushed Zhou Dong. He soared out of the window, flew past the three stone sculptures that commemorated the old master, Chen Qing and Lord Xianhu, and flew towards the old site of the ancient square.

It's been a long time since I've been here.

Stepping on the fresh morning mist, Zhou Dong felt nostalgic. He landed near and went up the path......

And then.

He saw a man in a plain robe fall to the ground in the early morning mist.

Zhou Dong stood in place, his heart shocked, and he couldn't add more.

For the first time in decades.

The man's hair turned from white to black. But he still couldn't recognize it.

Is that......

That's Lord Fairy Fox!

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