"Wow!"

A cool autumn breeze came out through the cracks in the walls of the restaurant, and the yellowing leaves rattled outside.

Su Heng woke up suddenly.

Looking at the slightly dark sky outside, I realized that I unconsciously took this sketch in my hand and looked at it for about half an hour.

He was also slightly immersed in the special artistic conception of the pattern.

Zhu Xiaowu, who was lying on the table and bowed his head to copy, asked a little casually: "Brother Heng, how is your second sister doing?" ”

"My second sister is very good."

Su Heng put down the book in his hand, "What are you asking these things for?" ”

Zhu Xiaowu just laughed twice, stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, and did not answer Su Heng's question.

At this time.

There was the sound of dull footsteps outside the door.

Two middle-aged people with backpacks on their backs, dark yellow faces, and rickety waists walked to the restaurant to rest.

They held a dirt-covered medicine shovel in their hands, and they could smell the faint aroma of herbs emanating from the back basket, and it was clear that both of them were mountain medicine pickers.

The two of them found an empty table and sat down.

I ordered some food at random.

One of the herb pickers was a little curious about what Zhu Xiaowu was lying on the table and transcribing, while Su Heng was holding a book in his hand.

The two of them seem to be scholars who rushed to take the exam before, but their faces are obviously Han or northerners.

In today's Great Moon Dynasty.

Han Chinese and northerners were not allowed to be officials.

That's a little weird.

Of course, this person didn't dare to look at it much, Su Heng's nearly two-meter-tall physique was too oppressive just to sit there, and even the voices of people nearby talking unconsciously lowered it, afraid of making noise to others.

The two of them ordered some rice wine, and after taking a sip, their faces turned a little red.

The expression on his face became more and more sad.

One of the herb pickers in a dark yellow shirt sighed: "This world is getting more and more difficult. ”

"Who's to say it isn't," echoed the other herb picker.

"In the past, I used to collect medicine in the mountains and forests, and although it was dangerous, I could barely make a living.

But now, the mountains and forests are full of mad beasts, as well as those demons of the White Lotus Sect. Erdan, who is in the same village as me, was thinking of going up the mountain to find some codonopsis to supplement his pregnant mother-in-law with some nutrition, but he was caught by a big insect in the mountain, and when we found him, there was only a bloody head left..."

"Poor thing."

The medicine picker in dark yellow clothes sighed.

In these years, only these struggling people at the bottom will still have some empathy.

The herb picker asked again, "Third Uncle, you have a wide path, do you know why those demons of the White Lotus Sect appeared in the mountains?" I wasn't scared when I saw the tigers, but when I saw those demons, my heart was straight up! ”

Another herb picker, who looked older, looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he covered his mouth with his hand and said in a low voice:

"I've heard people say that the elixir came out of the mountains?"

"What elixir?"

"Wild beasts eat the kind of elixir that can transform into humans, and people eat the kind of elixir that can live forever." The medicine picker known as the third uncle said mysteriously.

"Really!?"

The eyes of the younger herb pickers burst into light.

"How can it be fake?" The third uncle slapped the table, and his voice unconsciously raised twice: "Think about it, if it weren't for the birth of the immortal medicine, why would there be so many White Lotus Sect demons coming to this place where birds don't."

Moreover, this news was told to me by a relative of mine who was an incense master in the White Lotus Sect! ”

"What the third uncle said, what the third uncle said."

Seeing that the third uncle was a little angry, the younger medicine picker hurriedly toasted and compensated.

The herb picker seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face, "Third uncle, you said that if we can find that immortal medicine and eat it, how good it would be." ”

"What's good."

The third uncle shook his head, "Do you want to collect medicine for those officials and masters for a lifetime?" What's the point of living like this? ”

The young herb picker opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute the third uncle's point of view.

But he grabbed his hair and thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of any good ideas, and the brilliance on his face gradually disappeared, just a dull sigh: "What the third uncle said is that in this world, immortality is not interesting, it is better to die early, even if you can be reincarnated as a dog and horse of those big families, it is better than being a medicine picker!" ”

The two herb pickers hurriedly finished their meal.

Soon he left.

But Su Heng frowned and fell into deep thought.

In the conversation between the two, although they deliberately lowered their voices, Su Heng's perception ability was significantly improved after refining blood many times.

The content of the conversation was also listened to by Su Heng word for word.

"Elixir..."

I think of the ferocious beasts I encountered in the mountains earlier.

The news of the birth of an immortal medicine in Wukui Mountain may not be entirely false.

His current size seems to have hit a bottleneck and he can't continue to improve. In Su Heng's original plan, he planned to refine some kind of elixir that was more powerful than the Guiyuan Pill.

to help yourself break through the barriers and step into new territory.

But such an elixir.

First, Danfang is difficult to find, and secondly, the medicinal materials it needs must be extremely cherished. If you want to succeed in refining, it will take a lot of Su Heng's time and energy.

And the shackles of body size cannot continue to break through.

Su Heng's qi and blood are insufficient, and his martial arts cultivation will also be affected.

But now, the conversation between the two herb pickers has opened a new window for Su Heng.

"The effect of the immortal medicine is definitely not as exaggerated as the medicine picker said, but it is so valued by the White Lotus Sect and the strange beasts in the mountains, and its medicinal power must be quite strong." Su Heng pondered:

"I have a talent for eating immortals, if I can devour the immortal medicine, maybe I don't need to spend a lot of time and energy preparing any pills."

The road of martial arts, if you don't fight, you will retreat.

And now that the troubled times have come, taking a step back is an abyss.

Su Heng had already decided that when he went back, he would find a way to investigate the specific situation in Wukui Mountain.

"I've copied it!"

Zhu Xiaowu slapped the table, shook his sore wrist, and his face was full of a relaxed look after serious work.

He consciously kept the copied backup to himself, and wanted to give the original true skill to Su Heng.

But Su Heng shook his head and refused: "Without the original artistic conception map, you can't cultivate this true skill to the realm of a martial artist." ”

The so-called artistic conception map.

It was the scribbled pattern that Su Heng had seen on the last page of the book before.

Although the pattern seems to be messy, it contains the true meaning of martial arts. If we can't understand the true meaning of it thoroughly, we won't be able to achieve the state of unity of body and mind, and we will not be able to live with blood.

Zhu Xiaowu paused for a moment, "However, there is only one copy of the artistic conception map, if I take it, Brother Heng, how should you practice." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Su Heng's tone was flat, "The artistic conception in the picture has been thoroughly understood by me, and that picture is of little use to me." ”

In less than an hour.

The true meaning of martial arts hidden in the artistic conception map is clearly understood.

This kind of understanding, if it were to be said to others, would be fantastical and incredible. But this sentence came from Su Heng's mouth, but Zhu Xiaowu was inexplicably willing to believe it.

"Awesome!" Zhu Xiaowu smiled and gave a thumbs up: "It's worthy of my Brother Heng!" ”

It was getting late.

The two parted ways, before leaving.

Zhu Xiaowu suddenly stopped, touched his head, and turned to look at Su Heng: "Brother Heng, there is one more thing I have forgotten to tell you." ”

"What's the matter?" Su Heng stood behind Zhu Xiaowu, his burly body bathed in the bleak autumn wind.

Autumn is a changeable day, and the sky is calm and clear, but dark clouds roll and converge into a dark vortex that pushes downward.

The autumn wind swept over the mountains and forests, making a desolate whining sound like a ghost crying.

"After joining the Changchun Gang, my father-in-law helped me change my name."

"It's not bad to change your name." Su Heng nodded, indicating understanding. In recent years, poor families have been naming their children very casually, and names such as dog eggs and vegetable roots are already good.

For example, Zhu Xiaowu, because he ranks fifth in the family, he is named Xiaowu.

"My father-in-law is also the leader of the Changchun Gang, whose surname is Hong, and my name has a 'five' character in it, which is taken from the homophonic martial arts..."

Zhu Xiaowu said slowly: "So, my father-in-law gave me the name of Hongwu - Zhu Hongwu." ”

Bang!

At the right time.

A magnificent lightning bolt as thick as a giant tree fell from the sky, and between heaven and earth, a piece of silver white.