"Nobody cares about the process. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The owner of the sect whispered to the leaders of the group leaders who received the pill on the stage, "The sect only needs the result. ”

"What's going on?" When the leader of the fifth group sent it to Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang asked privately, he had been working in this workshop for thirty years and had never seen such an urgent task.

The leader of the fifth group shook his head, his face was ugly.

Han Sheng took the Bigu Dan, a fragrance came to his face, and he looked left and right, many scattered cultivators had already meditated and refined on the spot. Jiang Lin quietly returned to the sixth group, and was looking around, and the two of them met their eyes and laughed.

Since there was nothing to do, Han Sheng swallowed the Bigu Dan, and when he was refining the exercises, his heart suddenly moved, and he wanted to try to follow the method in the notebook to see if he could refine the exercises of the Bigu Dan monk backwards.

The medicinal power of the Bigu Pill gradually emanated, swimming along the meridians, Han Sheng separated a stream of true qi from the dantian and followed closely, his mind was completely immersed in his body, and he wrote down one wandering route after another.

"That's how you quenched hunger. Han Sheng opened his eyes, he already fully understood how the effect of Bigu Dan was generated, "That is to say, if I keep my True Qi in three of these meridians all the time, I will basically not feel tired and hungry. ”

"Uh," Han Shengmeng was stunned, "Isn't this just a closed sense?

At the end of the ten-day quarter-hour break, the assembly line was running again.

Han Sheng worked carelessly, his heart had already flown out of the clouds, after this period of experiments on the Bigu Pill, he was sure that he could learn many secrets from the pill, after all, if you want to refine a good pill, you need to use many means. The pill is a dead thing, and in order to increase the success rate of the pill, the monks will never hide it privately. Han Sheng now understood how to refine the Bigu Pill, but all he lacked was cultivation and medicinal materials.

Since this method of backwards is indeed effective, we can think further. Zhuji Dan can launch the foundation building method, that soul nourishing pill can launch the soul cultivation method, and as for the unique pills of each major sect, they can even use this to launch their cultivation spells!

What a backward method this is!

Just when his heart was surging and he couldn't help himself, Uncle Zhang suddenly called in a low voice: "Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng." ”

Han Sheng turned around, and Uncle Zhang stopped working, pressing his chest tightly with both hands, his face turned blue.

"I ...... I want to take a break. Uncle Zhang smiled hard: "It hurts so much here." His hand was exposed, and he pressed the left, where was the heart.

Han Sheng had never been so flustered, he used all his strength to pick up Uncle Zhang and run outside the workshop. Passing through the gate, it is the mountain road, there is a medical hall at the foot of the mountain, and there is a doctor in the medical hall, and the doctor can see a doctor, so that Uncle Zhang will be fine.

But he was stopped at the door of the workshop and could not go any further.

"Sanxiu, go back to your post!" The two inspectors blocked the door, one left and one right, and the red flame sword in their hands began to redden, "Didn't your team leader say that you will be punished for walking around during work?"

"I'm in a hurry!" Han Sheng said anxiously: "Please be comfortable, I have Uncle Zhang on my back, he is not feeling well now, it may be a heart attack, and he urgently needs to see a doctor!"

"That has nothing to do with us," the inspector replied coldly, "Our task is to inspect and punish all violations of law and discipline." ”

Another inspector followed and said: "Now return to the post immediately, I can still deal with it lightly, otherwise I will be seen by the team leader, and you will be the next model." ”

Han Sheng looked at them blankly, Uncle Zhang on his back was struggling in pain, and the workshop door was in front of him, but he couldn't go over.

"What is this man doing standing here?" a voice came from afar.

"Hello owner!" the two inspectors changed their faces and bent down to salute outside.

The owner walked over slowly, his fat face and narrowed eyes with a cold light.

Han Sheng took a deep breath.

"Which group are you a member of?"

"Five groups, the people on my back ......"

"Shut up!"

The people nearby were agitated at the same time, and the owner's voice was really terrifying.

"Didn't your team leader teach you that you weren't allowed to leave your post when you were working?"

"Taught, but it's because ......"

"Not so many 'buts'!" the owner yelled again, "Don't always make excuses for yourself and avoid mistakes!"

"Error?"

Han Sheng suddenly raised his head, rebellious from his previous forbearance, and his tone began to be aggressive: "Wrong? Where am I wrong? Is it wrong to save people?"

"At a critical juncture, leaving the post without permission, being undisciplined, ignorant of the general situation, offending the leadership ......"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Han Sheng also yelled: "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense now, get out of the way!"

The faces of the two inspectors behind changed wildly, and they immediately took a step forward and drew their swords and pointed at Han Sheng: "Dare to be so presumptuous in front of the owner! Kneel down for me!"

Only then did the owner react, his face turned purple with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wow, you have eaten the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard." I'm telling you, you'll regret it, even if you kneel down and kowtow to me a thousand times, don't expect to be a hundred. You wait to be on the blacklist, even if you leave the Yunhai Sect, you don't want to mix in the Ten Thousand Immortals League!"

"Do you think I want to mix here?" Han Sheng sneered: "Yun San, Lord doesn't care!"

"You...... You ......" was called out in public by his current name, Yun San's small eyes shot an extremely vicious light, "Okay, I remember you, you wait!"

"Get out of here!"

Han Sheng didn't bother to look at them anymore, and walked out of the gate with Uncle Zhang on his back.

ran wildly all the way, and when Han Sheng arrived at the medical hall out of breath, the door of the hall was empty and empty.

Han Sheng put down Uncle Zhang and shouted loudly: "Doctor, doctor! There are very serious patients here!"

There was no response, Han Sheng began to have an ominous premonition in his heart, the two cups of tea in the living room were steaming, and there were half a pair of unwrapped herbs in the pharmacy, but except for him and Uncle Zhang, there was no one.

Where have all the people gone?

Han Sheng rushed out of the medical hall, the sun was shining outside, the pedestrians on the street were scattered, and the cloth shop guys on the side of the road were sitting in the shop, lazily shaking their fans.

"Little brother," Han Sheng hurriedly ran to the cloth shop, "I want to ask where the doctor in the medical hall went?" I have an elder who is very sick, but there is not a single doctor in the medical hall!"

"Oh," the man from the cloth shop rubbed his eyes and glanced at him from a distance, "no, there were two monks from the workshop who went to see a doctor just now, and I didn't see them come out." ”

It was like a scoop of cold water poured down from his head, and Han Sheng's whole body trembled. It was as if all his strength had been drained of him in an instant, and he couldn't even stand on his feet, and fell straight to the ground.

He made a fatal mistake, and Yun San was even more terrible than he thought.

"What's wrong with you?" said the man, "Oh my God, why did you fall?"

"It's okay," Han Sheng sat up with difficulty, "Little brother, apart from this medical hall, are there any other doctors nearby?" ”

The guy looked at him worriedly and said, "Our barren mountain town is all fed by farming and nearby workshops, and there is only one medical center in this town, but there are two medical centers in the next town, which is more than a hundred miles of mountain roads." ”

"Really?" Han Sheng suddenly smiled.

"You have a grudge against the monks in those two workshops, right?" said the man, boldly, "I don't know what's going on, but it's important to save people now, why don't you go find them to accompany you?" Face is empty, as long as people live, they are not afraid that they will not be able to earn it back. ”

"Yes," Han Sheng smiled lowly, "as long as people live." ”

When Han Sheng got up and returned to the medical hall, it was too late.

On the bench of the medical hall, Uncle Zhang lay there quietly, his face surprisingly peaceful.

The feeling of draining his whole body just now came again, Han Sheng clutched the wooden door of the medical hall tightly, his nails were broken, and blood flowed along the lines of the wooden board.

Uncle Zhang died.

The Uncle Zhang who took him into the workshop and taught him to practice Qi died.

Under the scorching sun, Han Sheng picked up Uncle Zhang on his back and walked towards the mountain.

Just like four years ago, Uncle Zhang carried him up the mountain on his back.

At that time, Han Sheng, who was just twelve years old, came to this world in a daze, and he had nothing to do, he delusionally wanted to cultivate immortals and preach the Tao, but he was deceived into the mine as a fool.

If it weren't for Uncle Zhang, I'm afraid that he would have died underground.

The body on his back gradually became cold, Han Sheng's face tightened, but tears flowed unconsciously.

This is his master!

O master who taught him to survive, gave him work, and passed on his exercises!

The world of loose cultivators is extremely cruel, good intentions may not be rewarded, there are many things like a carp crossing the river, and self-preservation is the only rule.

Under the pressure of survival, no one cares about morality.

But Uncle Zhang still saved him, without the slightest hesitation or doubt, and used a year's salary as collateral to completely believe in him.

But he watched him die in front of him.

Han Sheng stood at the outer gate of the workshop, smiled and said, "Na, I'm home." ”

This is what Uncle Zhang said when he took him up the mountain for the first time.

The inspectors quickly surrounded them, and at this time, the scolding battle between Han Sheng and the owner had already spread. They smirked and took out the rope and the Red Flame Sword, ready to give Han Sheng, who trespassed on the workshop, a taste.

Han Sheng ignored those vicious inspectors, and he walked towards the underground dormitory step by step, where there were luggage, spirit stones, and many things that needed to be taken away. Uncle Zhang was dead, but he still had a family under the mountain, and although he never mentioned it, Han Sheng knew that he often read a letter over and over for a long time.

"Stop me!" Seeing that Han Sheng didn't care about his threats and intimidation at all, an inspector with a meaty face became angry, and he pulled out his Red Flame Sword and slammed it in front of Han Sheng, blocking his progress.

"Get out!" Han Sheng stared up at the man violently, gritted his teeth and said, "Stop me from killing you again!"

"Bell," the inspector's red flame sword that was in the air fell to the ground, and Han Sheng stepped on it, leaving half a shoe print, and walked into the underground dormitory.

The inspectors behind were shocked, and none of them dared to catch up.

"Li Manzi, don't you usually claim to be the boss of the owner and your second child? Why are you so cowardly that you can't even hold a sword?" asked an inspector in the back.

"You know what a fart!, that kid is really dead!" Li Manzi was terrified when he remembered the young man's blood-red eyes just now, and he had no doubt about the other party's determination to kill him. It's just to shoot the owner's ass, and there is no need to put his life on it.

By the time Han Sheng came out, the inspectors had already dispersed, and he wrote a few letters in the dormitory and placed them on Lao Wang's bed so that they could feel at ease. I was impulsive, but I didn't regret it. Han Sheng carried Uncle Zhang on his back, only a few money tickets, as well as the booklet and the letter in his arms.

When he walked out of the outer gate, he suddenly felt very tired. So he turned around and went back, and said coldly to the inspector with a meaty face: "Go back and tell Yun San that I lost this time." However, when I succeed in building the foundation, it will be his death!"

This hatred is endless, and it will never die!