Chapter 11: Discovery

He tried to press the bluestone pot with his luck.

The internal force is injected like a mud cow into the sea, without any movement, and there is no peculiarity in this bluestone pot.

"Lao Li, let's take a look at the blood?" Song Minghua said.

Sun Guiwu's face wrinkled and hid far away.

Li Chengkong bit his index finger and evenly smeared the blood on the wall of the pot, and the four of them stared at it without blinking, lest they miss its changes.

But after a long time, there was no movement.

"Burn it with fire and see. ”

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"Try washing it with water!"

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"Rub it hard!"

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"Try it with saliva!"

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"Try it with urine!"

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"Alas......"

After this toss, two hours had passed, and it was late at night.

They went through several hopes, disappointments, and all felt exhausted.

Song Minghua sighed: "It doesn't seem to be a treasure, Lao Li, how can you be so foolish like a smart person!"

Hu Yunshi said coldly: "Maybe there is only one such opportunity in this life, and it was wasted by you!"

"Lao Li, you, you ......" Sun Guiwu pointed at Li Chengkong, a picture of hating iron but not steel.

Li Chengkong said indifferently: "Waste is waste, it was originally the credit of Coincidental Meng, so there is no such thing!"

"Your heart is really wide enough!" Song Minghua shook his head.

He was actually very annoyed, he wasted such a precious opportunity, he really deserved to be thundered and struck one day, and he couldn't wait to beat Li Chengkong, but it was his good cultivation that restrained him.

"You'll regret it!" Hu Yunshi snorted coldly.

"Probably. Li Chengkong was immune to his cold words and didn't take it to heart.

"Lao Li, there is one last trick!" Sun Guiwu said like a red-eyed gambler who lost his bet, gritting his teeth.

"How?" asked Li Chengkong.

"Fall!" Sun Guiwu gritted his teeth and spit out the word.

Song Minghua and Hu Yunshi both looked at Li Chengkong.

Li Chengkong groaned.

The three of them stared at him.

As Li Chengkong's silence lengthened, they all knew Li Chengkong's decision.

Although I was a little disappointed, I also understood that I couldn't break it if I changed it.

After all, there is still hope for it, maybe one day it will show its magic, and if it falls, it will be a poor dagger, or it will be wonderful or ruined.

"Reluctant?" Sun Guiwu said hehehe: "Now that I know that it is precious, I know that today, it is better to choose a sword!"

Li Chengkong said: "Let's wait and see, if there is really no way, it will not be too late to fall." ”

"You're too uncourageous!" Sun Guiwu shook his head in disappointment.

Li Chengkong smiled and was unmoved.

The biggest difference between him and these people is that he comes from an era of information explosion.

He had read too many novels, watched too much television, and seen a vast and bizarre imagination.

These memories are clearly imprinted in the mind, as if burned on a supercomputer hard drive.

He can find these memories by searching, experimenting one by one, and if he doesn't believe it, he can't find a way to crack it.

"Forget it, sleep!" Sun Guiwu threw himself on the couch and closed his eyes as if he was angry.

Song Minghua and Hu Yunshi shook their heads and went to bed, and directly lay down to sleep, exhausted and unable to practice anymore.

Li Chengkong put the bluestone pot under the moonlight.

He firmly believes that this bluestone pot is by no means simple.

The three of them quickly fell asleep.

Li Chengkong was still bathed in the moonlight and kept staring at the bluestone pot.

There are no patterns on it, there are no characters, it is bare and nothing, it does not look like a treasure at all.

But he still insisted on staring, his mind locked on it.

The so-called sincerity caused by the golden stone is opened, maybe it needs enough spiritual power, and enough spiritual power can open its treasure.

Of course, it is also possible that it is just his wishful thinking.

Time passed slowly, his eyes were still round, and he suddenly felt a hint of feeling when he looked at it, the bluestone pot seemed to be absorbing the moonlight.

If he hadn't been staring at it, it would have been hard to notice, and it was so slight that he wondered if he was hallucinating or delusional because he wanted to get his secrets too much.

Whether it was an illusion or an illusion, he perked up and continued to stare at the bluestone pot, insisting on seeing it clearly!

Time passed slowly, and he sat cross-legged on the couch, letting the heat rise in the dantian, and did not exhaust his mental strength, lest he not last until dawn.

He had an idea, since the methods of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth didn't work, would it be the sun and the moon?

Do you want to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon?

Looking at it, he felt that the bluestone pot seemed to have become larger, he could see it more clearly, and he could see every trace of it, and his mind began to be attracted by these traces, studying how to drop the knife and how to carve it like this.

He made a new discovery, judging from the knife marks, this bluestone pot seems to have been carved with just a knife, and there are no extra knife marks.

Time continued to pass, the moonlight slowly moved eastward, and the sky and earth suddenly became pitch black, so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

In the darkness, a flash of light was fleeting.

Li Chengkong had been staring at the bluestone pot closely, so he didn't miss this bright light, even though it was ridiculously fast.

He rummaged through his memory, like a slow-motion replay of a movie, frame by frame.

In this way, he saw this bright light, but it was too fast, and he could only see the bright light flashing at the bottom of the bluestone pot, reflecting it through the spout.

Li Chengkong was suddenly excited, and was finally glared at by himself!

He continued to stare at the bluestone pot until dawn, but there was no difference, it was still the same gray face.

He didn't sleep all night, he was haggard, which made Sun Guiwu and the three of them laugh at him when they woke up in the morning.

They felt that Li Chengkong was sorry and annoyed, which caused him to toss and turn and couldn't sleep at night, and secretly scolded him and deserved it.

Obviously, there are so many treasures not to choose, so you have to gamble on a bluestone pot that you will know at a glance that it is a tattered goods.

"What's the matter, Lao Li, have you dropped it? Maybe the secret is hidden in the center of the pot, and if it breaks, it will appear. Sun Guiwu continued to agitate.

Li Chengkong pretended not to hear it, washed his face and ate.

Song Minghua shook his head.

Hu Yunshi's face was expressionless.

At breakfast, the people in the courtyard asked what they were doing yesterday, whether they were going to move out, what treasures they had obtained, and so on.

Sun Guiwu showed off, the four of them were going to move to an independent yard, don't accompany them, let them work hard, strive to win the first place and get their own yard, which made everyone laugh and scold.

Song Minghua faced everyone's inquiries and smiled and couldn't say clearly.

No one around Hu Yunshi inquired and avoided him.

Li Chengkong's face was gloomy, and he looked like no one was approaching, no one came to ask for fun, after all, he killed the demon master, and everyone was a little in awe of him.

After breakfast, Li Chengkong went to work with the bluestone pot, and everyone's eyes turned over and looked at him curiously.

"Carrying a night pot to grow vegetables, doesn't it look like we don't have to accumulate fat ourselves?"

Someone couldn't help but say.

Immediately provoked Sun Guiwu's scolding: "Old Jiang, what kind of dog eyes do you look like, this is a treasure, not a night pot!"

"What treasure?"

"Of course I can't tell you, you can guess for yourself!"

"It's clearly a night pot. ”

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Everyone immediately knew that this should be the treasure that Li Chengkong chose in the treasure house, but why did he choose a night pot as a treasure?