"Don't!" Ma Zicai couldn't help but be shocked when he heard that Pang Xie was going to slap Shujun Ke to death with one palm.

"Then it's a different way. Pang Xie smiled slightly, he deliberately said this just now, in fact, he wanted to test Ma Zicai's personality, and he would not really kill people.

Although Shujun has gone astray, he is not guilty to death, if Ma Zicai agrees to his approach, I am afraid that this person's subordinates are not clean, and there is no need to talk about cooperation.

"What's the method?"

"It's simple, I'll prescribe a dose of medicine for you tomorrow morning, you go out and grab the medicine according to the prescription, and get it back after frying, I promise her to go down with a pair of medicines, sleep for three days and three nights, as for three days later, let's see it then." Ponsie said.

"Brother will still prescribe medicine?" Ma Zicai asked in surprise.

Pang Xie didn't answer, looked up at his watch, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, so he said, "It's not early, you find a bed to sleep, let's stay here tonight." ”

"Ahh ”

Shujunke's house is quite spacious, with two bedrooms, a master bedroom, a guest bedroom, and a study, enough for three people to sleep.

Ma Zicai found a quilt and went to the guest bedroom to sleep.

Pang Xie picked up Shu Junke by the waist, went straight into the master bedroom, put her on the bed, and tore off her wet clothes with a "stab" sound.

Although Shujun Ke has learned the "Secret Method of Folding Flowers", he is also half a cultivator, but the purpose of the creation of this secret method is to collect divine energy and provide it to the high-level in the teaching, which is not a real method of cultivation, so in addition to her spiritual vitality, her cultivation is almost nothing. Otherwise, when they first met, they wouldn't be able to hide from Pang Xie's eyes, so that they wouldn't find out that she was a cultivator when she performed the Divine Gathering Technique.

The spring is cold, the night breeze is cold, she is dressed in wet clothes, and there is no cultivation, if she does not change into dry clothes as soon as possible, she is afraid that she will be seriously ill later.

Tear off his shirt a few times, revealing his crystal skin, curled up slightly in the cold, and his curves are perfect, if he is a different person, even if he can resist this temptation, he is afraid that he will have to work very hard.

However, Pang Xie was a demon turned into a human, and he was not interested in her at all, so he ignored her as if she were nothing, opened a quilt, covered her, and then turned around and pushed the door away.

The door of the house was pushed open, Ma Zicai stood outside the door, Pang Xie was stunned, and asked, "If you don't go to sleep, is there anything else?"

"Oh..."Ma Zicai glanced into the room, and when he saw Shu Junke lying on the bed, he hesitated and said: "Brother, we are chivalrous, we can't take advantage of the danger of others, even if it is an evil demon." ”

"What do you mean?"

"This... As the saying goes, the big husband does something, and he doesn't do something..."

"What are you going to say?" Pang Xie looked around, could it be that Ma Zicai had found any clues?

"As the saying goes, a knife on the head of the color word..."

"If you can't tell, I'll go to sleep first. After Ponche finished speaking, he pushed him away, strolled to the study, and found a clean place to sit cross-legged.

The living room is full of water stains, the master bedroom is lying with a scholar, and the guest bedroom is sleeping with Ma Zicai, so the study is cleaner.

In the blink of an eye, sink into a steady place.

Ma Zicai saw it in his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped it on his face, and said to himself: "Let you spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

......

Early the next morning

Pang Xie woke up from his meditation, pressed down lightly with one palm, and a whirlwind suddenly gave birth in the room, and the four walls of the bookcase blew violently, and also lifted his body three inches, hovering in the air, for more than a minute, the whirlwind gradually weakened, and his body gradually sank.

Before, in the Black Dragon Valley, he killed the black python with one punch, obtained the snake gall of the thousand-year-old python, and then sacrificed the snake gall to obtain three magical powers, one "qi forbidden", one "pill", and one "borrowing wind".

Among these three magical powers, he first practiced the technique of "qi forbidden", and after the introduction of "qi forbidden", he began to practice "borrowing the wind".

Otherwise, with the power of his palm, even if he can bounce his body up, he will not be able to levitate for more than a minute.

"Brother... Junior... What kind of kung fu are you? This is to practice kung fu to become an immortal!" Ma Zicai stood outside the door, looking at Pang Xie dumbfounded.

He practiced martial arts, and he only needed three or four hours a day to nourish his spirit, and he hadn't reached the point of swallowing the vitality of heaven and earth, so he woke up earlier than Pang Xie.

"It's just a little trick to carve insects. Pang Xie smiled and didn't say much.

"If this is a small skill of carving insects, I have to go back to my hometown to farm. Ma Zicai smiled bitterly.

Pang Xie smiled, got up and found a pen and paper, and after a while, he wrote a prescription and said, "You go and grab the medicine according to the prescription, fry it and bring it back." ”

Ma Zicai nodded and left, and almost an hour later, with the medicinal soup in one hand and a large bag in the other, he hurried back.

Pang Xie took a look and saw that there was no problem with the medicinal soup, so he helped Shujun Ke up, pinched his nose and poured the medicinal soup down.

This bowl of medicinal soup is enough to make her sleep for seven days, and her vitality is much better, which is much better than the best sleeping pills and nutrient solutions on the market, and of course, it also has the credit of Pomp Xie to promote the "medicine" supernatural powers.

After giving Shujun Ke to drink the medicinal soup, the two began to eat breakfast, Ma Zicai is tall and big, and the amount of food is not small, almost three times that of ordinary people, and Pang Xie is even better, almost three times as much as him.

Ma Zicai's eyes were about to pop out, and he couldn't help but say: "Brother, the person who taught me kung fu back then told me that when the martial arts practice reaches a certain level, you will start to open the valley, although his old man has not cultivated to this level, but he has eaten very little, I think brother, your cultivation is scary, why do you still eat so much?"

Pang Xie lifted the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the last meat bun, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it three or two times, swallowed it into his stomach, and took another sip of tea before asking, "Who is talking such nonsense?"

Ma Zicai was speechless.

"In ancient times, living beings were gifted, and only then could they refine qi and condense their forms and go straight to the way of heaven. In the Middle Ages, the talent of living beings was slightly weaker, so they had to refine and refine qi, refine qi and transform gods, refine gods and reverse emptiness, and merge emptiness into the Tao. After the Han and Tang Dynasties, the talent of the living soul was weaker, and only then did the Jindan Avenue come out of the Eight Views Palace, along the Zhao Lianqi, Zhuji, Jiedan, Yuanying, Turning into a God, refining the void, Hedao, and the true immortal, step by step, and ascending to the sky. In the future, the vitality of heaven and earth will decline, and if you don't experience the sixfold transformation of mortals, the three realms of half-immortals, and the three levels of immortality, you will be said to be ascending to immortals, even if you want to achieve success, it is impossible. ”

"The method you said about Bigu may have worked in ancient times, but it is no longer suitable after the Middle Ages, as for now, hehe..."

"Then why is there a legend of the Immortal Bigu?" Ma Zicai asked.

"Then wait for you to cultivate into an immortal, and then let's discuss this issue again, before you learn to climb, you want to learn to fly first, I have never seen success." ”

The two of them had breakfast, settled Shujunke, locked the door, and strolled towards the west gate.

From Shu Junke's residence, only three or four kilometers away from the West Gate, Ma Zi started the motorcycle, Pang Xie sat in the back seat, and in more than ten minutes, he rushed to the West Gate.

The West Gate is one of the four main gates of Chang'an City, there is a street running east-west outside the West Gate, it is the trading place of Chang'an City in ancient times, the merchants who went to Fusang in the east and Rome in the west all traded here, and it has been very prosperous for thousands of years.

Today, although it is not as prosperous as in ancient times, it is also crowded with people, and it is a commercial area.

When the two came to the west gate, Ma Zicai locked the motorcycle, made a casual phone call, and in less than five minutes, a young man in his twenties ran from a distance.

The young man's surname is Liu, his name is Liu Sanyang, and he has been mixing in this area, and familiar people call him Liu San.

Ma Zicai didn't hide it, and opened his mouth to ask him if there was a person named Tony nearby.

The two thought that there were very few people with this name, and it was very difficult to find, but unexpectedly, after Liu Sanyang listened to Ma Zicai's words, he said: "Brother Ma, there are at least seventeen or eighteen people named Tony before, are you looking for that Tony?"