Small courtyard, east house.

Chu Ci crossed his knees on the bed.

"Eight veins lead to two veins."

Chu Ci recalled what the sloppy old man said just now, and it seemed that he was indeed in the process of cultivation.

The pulse is to open up the eight veins in the body, and after the eight veins are connected, it is to wash the marrow.

Take a deep breath.

Chu Ci once again carried the Tongxian Urn and ran it for a few big weeks before going to bed, which had become a habit.

Half an hour later.

"Fatty."

Chu Ci habitually shouted.

Then he paused, frowning.

The fat man at this point in the past was still pondering the villain picture of the two of them in the house.

Call......

He exhaled a long breath.

Chu Ci told himself that he had to get used to this parting.

His longevity is endless, and this kind of thing will inevitably be experienced in the future.

The next day, according to the sloppy old man's explanation, Chu Ci first drew a mark with lime on the ground of the small courtyard.

In about a quarter of an hour, a goshawk fell from the sky and landed directly on the branch of the sycamore tree, and a pair of eagle falcons stared at Chu Ci tightly.

This goshawk is the one that has made Wang Fatzi's saliva flow for half a month.

No wonder it has been hovering over this Dengxian Tower, it turns out that it is waiting for a message.

Chu Ci tied the two sloppy old man's white hairs to the left and right legs of the goshawk.

The goshawk flapped its wings, and then soared into the air.

Babble~

The young man who had just entered the Westinghouse pushed open the door and groped the back of his head a little crampedly.

"Hello Senior Brother Chu."

"What's your name?"

Chu Ci glanced at the young man, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"My name is Chen Xu."

"Chen Xu."

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Ten days later.

The moonlight is deep and quiet.

Small courtyard, under the plane tree.

Next to Wang Fugui's small grave, there is a new small grave bag.

A dungeon No. 3, sub-time.

After Chu Ci arranged the new batch of medicine boys, he walked in front of the sloppy old man's cell, and the "eyes" hidden in the dark were closed, so he didn't have to worry about being watched.

"The person with the strongest talent has ever seen in his life, and it only took six months to pass through the eight veins."

The sloppy old man bit the baked cake that Chu Ci brought him, and looked at the old buddy in the opposite cell with three thousand feet of saliva.

'Six months, then what level do I have three pulses in a month? ’

Chu Ci glanced at the old man.

After cultivating through the immortal urn for a whole month, the eight veins of Chu Ci have already passed through the three veins.

According to Chu Ci's own estimates, he can achieve all eight veins in about three months.

"Who's that guy?"

Chu Ci asked casually.

"Naturally, it is old."

The sloppy old man smiled smugly, revealing his big white teeth.

Well, Shabi.

"Old man, let me ask you about something, what is the realm of this Yunzhongjun?"

Chu Ci's luminous panel contains the "head of the most evil man" and "Wu Fu".

Collecting artifact materials, Chu Ci thought about it these days, and felt that it was still necessary to give it a try.

After all, according to the general setting, this kind of artifact will be of great use at critical moments.

Even if he is not Yun Zhongjun's opponent for a short time, he can pick up corpses!

All I want is Wu Fu's head, and I don't have to do it myself, and it's not that I can't do it when I dig a grave!

"Why do I have to tell you?"

The scruffy old man snorted twice.

"It smells so good!"

The old man's eyes kept on his eyes, and a chicken leg shook in Chu Ci's hand.

"Half-step Grand Master."

The sloppy old man didn't want to speak, so he snatched the chicken leg and took a big bite.

"Grand Master?"

Seeing the doubts on Chu Ci's face, the sloppy old man bit a piece of meat and smiled.

"The realm of the Extreme Dao is the most martial arts in the world, but the world will not be satisfied with the present, and will inevitably try their best to continue to improve, such as eighty years ago, when the innate realm was the extreme."

"The so-called Great Grandmaster is actually a stronger realm that has not yet been fully defined, but it is undeniable that the strength of such a guy as Lao Yu and Wu Fu is indeed a little stronger than that of the Extreme Dao Grandmaster, so they can be called a half-step Grand Master."

Chu Ci pondered for a while, he asked the old man, how long does it take for ordinary people to reach the Extreme Dao Grandmaster, and the answer the old man gave him was that the Extreme Dao Grandmaster had to look at luck, and if he was unlucky, he would not be able to reach it in his lifetime.

'Lao Tzu's longevity is unlimited, and if you stay up for a hundred years, you can always wait for luck, and if a hundred years is not enough, then two hundred years. ’

Chu Ci patted the old man's shoulder across the prison.

"Old man, you seem to have some kidney deficiency lately, and your cell is miserable, but you also have to control your hands."

After that, Chu resigned and returned to the small courtyard.

In fact, there is a question that Chu Ci did not ask.

Ten days ago, he had already sent a message to the old man's two apprentices, since his two apprentices were both swordsmen at the level of the current Grandmaster, why didn't he come to save people now?

Yun Zhongjun has not reached the Great Grandmaster, the half-step Grand Grandmaster is only a few points stronger than the Extreme Dao Grandmaster, and the two apprentices join forces, there is no reason to be afraid.

What's more, the current Yun Zhongjun is still touring the east with the first emperor, and he is not in the Immortal Tower at all.

Back to the courtyard.

Chu Ci glanced at the newcomer to the West House, and then glanced at the tomb bag next to Wang Fugui.

This time, he felt a lot lighter.

In order not to let himself have too many mood swings, for these new customers, Chu Ci showed the coldness of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

The days go by day by day.

Practice the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship every morning, then practice the Tongxian Jar, rest for a while, and then practice the Guigu Tuna, and then continue to practice the Tongxian Urn, and then the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship.

Day after day, autumn goes to winter.

At the end of December, there were already snowflakes.

At the end of the third year of the first emperor, the first emperor ended his second eastern tour to the Lieyang Palace, and the next day ordered an additional 300,000 migrant workers to repair the mausoleum of the first emperor, and the people's livelihood grievances gradually rose.

And more than four months have passed since Chu Ci entered the Dengxian Tower.

Another quiet night.

"Flying rainbow through the sun!"

The wooden stick in Chu Ci's hand stabbed out, and the speed of his body increased suddenly, spanning several zhang in an instant, and there were seven fallen leaves strung on the wooden stick.

"Yes, one more piece than before."

"It's just that the entry speed is too slow, the first month passed through the three pulses, and it took nearly three months to get through the seventh vein, according to this speed, it takes five months to get through the eight veins."

And under the sycamore tree, behind Wang Fugui's grave bag, there are seven grave bags lined up regularly.

"Brother Chu!"

A shadow is about to enter the courtyard from the night.

Chu Ci put away the wooden stick in his hand and looked at the comer.

This is a newcomer to Westinghouse who came seven days ago, an extremely rare girl among the medicine boys, well-behaved and pleasant-looking, only sixteen years old this year.

Because of his white appearance, he called Xiaobai.

Although Chu Ci was already very cold to her, this girl seemed to be invisible, the one on the left and the one on the right, preparing breakfast, lunch and dinner for Chu Ci every day, and even washing and sewing for Chu Ci, folding beds and quilts.

"Uncle, uncle, I'm going to die."

Xiaobai gasped.

Chu Ci didn't speak, and walked out of the small courtyard in silence.

Dungeon A No. 3, the prison of a sloppy old man.

Chu Ci looked at the sloppy old man who was sitting against the wall, there were five hollow blood holes on his upper body, and all his five organs had been dug up.

"You're here."

The sloppy old man drooped his eyes, and his pale wrinkled old face smiled, just as before.

"Hmm."

Chu Ci sat down against the prison and handed the old man a wine gourd from his waist.

The sloppy old man took the wine gourd, handed it to his mouth with a trembling hand, and took a sip of it.

"Whew... Comfortable. ”

The old man laughed.

"Old man knows that you have always been curious, why Wu Fu has kept me, why my two apprentices didn't come to save me, why I obviously have the strength of a half-step great grandmaster, but I can't break through this dungeon."

The sloppy old man smiled.

Chu Ci nodded and didn't say anything more.

"The reason why Wu Fu let me live for half a year is that at the end of the year, when the demonic qi is at its most prosperous, he will use my five internal organs as medicine to refine and help him impact the realm of the Great Grandmaster."

"And my two apprentices, they both have their own missions."

"As for why I didn't leave this dungeon, it's also sad, although the old man has a body of cultivation, even if he is an extreme path master, as long as he shatters the pipa bone, he can't exert the power of the heavens."

As he spoke, the old man pointed to his shoulder.

Only then did Chu Ci notice that both shoulders of the sloppy old man had collapsed.

"You and I meet, it's fate."

"Little brother, you have excellent qualifications, and the road to the future in this life is still very long, so let the old decay and finally help you."

"Count, repay the love of this pot of wine."

The sloppy old man's drooping eyes were sharp in an instant, and he pointed at Chu Ci's eyebrows, and the entire dungeon was blowing with a howling wind at this moment.