The battle with Shi Biao was much easier than the fight with the old man in Xuanyi who narrowly sacrificed his life.

Wu Hook quickly smashed towards the top of Zhang Ran's head, Zhang Ran turned to one side, raised his wrist strength, and slashed at Shi Biao's arm with a sword. Shi Biao hurriedly retracted the double ditch and blocked this treacherous sword. With a crisp sound of "dang", Shuanggou was tilted to the side by the sword power, and Shi Biao was shocked. Without waiting for Shi Biao's double ditch to retreat, Zhang Ran used his wrist strength, a tremor, and an incredible sword pierced Shi Biao's waist, and a blood line flew out. Shi Biao roared bitterly, he was careless. desperately endured the severe pain in his waist, picked up the double groove and threw himself at Zhang Ran, exchanging his life for his life, and losing both. Zhang Ran would let him get his wish, his wrist was rotated, and a blazing light slashed through Shi Biao's throat, and blood flew like raindrops.

If Shi Biao was still conscious, he would definitely regret this impulse.

In this battle, the three actions of stabbing, teasing, and slashing are used superbly, as if they are at hand.

Zhang Ran stretched out his hand and took out a small leather bag from Shi Biao's clothes, opened it and saw that there was a stack of thick silver tickets, roughly counting, no less than 80,000. Zhang Ran gasped, he couldn't imagine that Shi Biao had accumulated such a rich worth of money, but in the end, he was cheaper.

Zhang Ran sighed, why bother, why are you so stubborn. Without strength, all ideas are empty dreams.

After disposing of Shi Biao's body, Zhang Ran searched for the palm-sized box, but he couldn't open it, so he had to stuff it into his arms, turn around and leave the official road, and run to the cottage.

When he returned to the stone house, it was false to say that Zhang Ran was not nervous. He was very worried that the cottage would track down Shi Biao's disappearance, whether it would be related to him, and he didn't know what was in the ebony box, and now was not the time to open it to check, maybe someone would come in, Zhang Ran had to endure his curiosity.

In this way, it is necessary to think of a foolproof way to leave the cottage temporarily without arousing the suspicion of others. Then the best way is to take advantage of the good impression of the owner of the village to himself, and assume that he will go to the vicinity of Wuhuang Mountain to explore and practice swords for a period of time, and he will not think that there will be any problems.

This is indeed the case.

Zhang Ran prepared a month's worth of dry food and some salted meat, picked up the package, carried the green steel sword, and set off in the direction of the cottage to the north.

Wohuang Mountain is just a general term, mountain after mountain, canyon after canyon. Everywhere he passed, Zhang Ran left a mark on some special big trees or huge stones, which is also what he was careful about.

The further north you go, the cooler it gets. After climbing about dozens of miles of mountain roads, he saw a relatively flat place in front of him, surrounded by clouds of mist. Gradually, he walked into the edge of the fog. A rich aroma penetrated his nostrils, Zhang Ran suddenly felt refreshed, and his body trembled like he was about to move. Could it be a fairy fruit? He simply took a few more steps inside, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in his heart, intending to withdraw from the fog. After turning a few steps, it seemed that he was still surrounded by dense fog, and everything around him could not be seen clearly, Zhang Ran was completely panicked.

What the hell is this place, I don't believe it anymore, I only know one direction, and I can't go out if I don't believe it. Two hours passed, Zhang Ran tried different directions, and finally found helplessly that he still couldn't see the scene outside. If you want to blame yourself for being blinded by greed, if you weren't delusional about some fairy fruit in your heart, how could you rush in. Could it be that he has been trapped here and died of old age all his life? Is this God's deliberate revenge on himself?

With a dejected expression, he sat on the ground, and the two sword eyebrows were squeezed together. Hey, his eyes suddenly lit up, the fragrance? yes, why don't you try it where the fragrance wafts from. Zhang Ran blamed himself, he really couldn't hold his breath.

Zhang Ran kept walking towards the place where the aroma came from, and the further he went, the more intense the aroma became. In less than half an hour, Zhang Ran only felt that his eyes suddenly opened up. A flat and small place, about dozens of zhang in length and width. The temperature is also much higher than outside, warm as spring, and unknown flowers bloom sporadically on the ground.

The aroma was emanating from the small tree in front of him, which was more than one person tall, and Zhang Ran had never seen such a tree. The body, branches, and leaves are purple-red and fleshy. The whole small tree is shrouded in a glow of lustrous color. At the top of this strange little tree, there hung a half-purple, half-red fruit, the size of a baby's fist. The refreshing fragrance flows out continuously. Zhang Ran was deeply intoxicated, and his nose inhaled hard. He had a strong ** that he took off and swallowed in his stomach, but because of the fright of the fog before, Zhang Ran didn't dare to do it indiscriminately.

Not far from the small tree, there is a clear pool of water, and a faint mist rises from it. On the opposite side of the hill wall from the waterhole, there is a half-man-high cave, which resembles a stone house carved out of a cottage. Could it be that there are people living in it? Who could it be? Is it a god or a monster? Zhang Ran was terrified, if this was the case, there would not even be a place to run. Zhang Ran held the Qinggang sword tightly and stared at the entrance of the cave suspiciously.

"May I ask who is the master in the cave, the boy Zhang Ran came here to worship. He shouted several times, but no one answered. Would you like to go in and have a look, he thought. It's not wrong to be cautious, anyway, you can't get out, and if you don't do it, you'll die here, what's so terrible. Thinking about it like this, Zhang Ran no longer had any scruples.

The cave was more than one person tall and as bright as day, but it turned out that the top of the cave was inlaid with a bead the size of a bowl. On the ground was a futon, and next to the futon was a small pile of loose human bones. Zhang Ran is not afraid, he has also experienced a lot of bloody storms along the way, what is there to be afraid of the dead. He crouched down, as if attracted by something.

Could it be a secret book? Zhang Ran was overjoyed in his heart and grabbed it in his hand. It's not paper, I don't know what material it's made of, it's like a piece of animal skin, it's black and faint, and it's extremely smooth to the touch. He carefully brushed the dust off it with his palm, and suddenly became excited, there were words on it, isn't it really a secret record of exercises left by a master outside the world.

Zhang Ran sat cross-legged on the futon and looked carefully.

"My name is Ren Yuan, but I am a scattered cultivator in the Qinghuang Immortal Realm, just because I visited the ancient cultivation relics with my fellow Daoists, and the distribution was uneven, so there was a dispute. I can't be defeated, the golden pill is broken, the magic weapon is destroyed, the pawn unlocks the ban on going to the mortal world, and comes here to open up the cave to heal the wounds and conceive the golden pill, but this time the injury is quite serious, the vitality has been lost, and it is hopeless to return to the world of cultivating immortals. The obtained things, one is the exercise, and the other is the spirit tree dragon blood incense. It was left by my descendants, and I was embarrassed by it, and I couldn't do anything about it. ”

"The name of the exercise is "Breaking the Acupoint and Passing the Pulse", which is the foundation of cultivating immortals, and all those who cultivate immortals must pass through the acupoints in the body, and then open the pulse, so that the method of cultivating immortals can absorb the aura of heaven and earth. However, those who do not have spiritual roots are not allowed to cultivate immortals, and those who have spiritual roots are connected to the aura of heaven and earth, and they are pregnant and nourishing acupoints, and if there is no spiritual root, the acupuncture points are atrophied and closed. This exercise is not a recipe for cultivating immortals, but the foundation for cultivating immortals. ”

"The dragon blood fruit produced by the dragon blood incense is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, and eating it can help open the acupoints. ”

"I have placed a ban on clouds and mist in the valley, and there is also a ban on the circle around the spirit tree, and the prohibition is attached to my divine sense. If the prohibition is not opened, those who take the spiritual fruit without permission will die. ”

"Woohoo, I have cultivated immortals for four hundred years, and I will never be able to do it, and I will fall here, it hurts. ”

"I hope that those who are destined will bury my bones, and prevent them from becoming violent in the mouths of wild beasts, and God will bless them. ”

Zhang Ran's heart fluctuated and opened his eyes. Is there really an immortal in this world? What kind of existence is the spiritual root? How can this world in which you live be called the mortal realm, so where will the immortal cultivation realm be? There are so many questions, who can solve them?

On the reverse side of the animal skin, there is a text, and next to the text is a diagram of the meridians of the human body. Maybe he was too tired, or maybe he was disturbed by too much information, Zhang Ran decided not to look at the mental method for the time being, or find a place to bury the old man's bones first. After all, people are kind to themselves, and Zhang Ran is not a mean person.

After doing all this, Zhang Ran stabilized his mind and sat cross-legged on the futon again. He cherished the animal skin very preciously, as if he had obtained a treasure, and read the operation method of "Breaking the Pulse Method" word by word with a reverent face.

"The human body is born with 36 major acupuncture points, 12 canons, and 8 strange meridians. This method can help people open multiple acupuncture points at once......"

"Breaking the Trick and Passing the Pulse" is about hundreds of words, how to open the acupoints, how to open the veins, and the exercises have been explained in detail. It is also specifically pointed out that at least three ** acupoints and twelve canons and eight veins of the strange meridians should be opened, and ordinary people only open the twelve meridians of the twenty-four acupoints, although they can also learn the magic of cultivating immortals and absorb the aura of heaven and earth, but it is greatly detrimental to future practice.

First, because there are too few acupuncture points and veins, whether it is to absorb the aura, or the aura contained in the dantian is too small, which is not conducive to promotion; second, cultivation is not to meditate all day long, and sometimes for the sake of opportunity resources, you will have to participate in the battle of the immortal cultivation world, then, the more the acupoint meridians are opened, the more aura can be contained in the dantian, and you will not worry about less aura than others, and you will not be afraid of protracted battles.

The benefits of "Breaking the Trick of the Pulse" were obvious, and Zhang Ran's eyes were hot for a while, and he couldn't wait to practice immediately.

Zhang Ran also knew that such a mentality was not conducive to the cultivation of the exercises. What he should do now is to have a natural peace of mind. Thinking about this, he no longer looked at this exercise, so he cherished it in his arms, got up and walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The waterhole is still so clear, and the dragon's blood fruit hangs lovely on the branches, fragrant and fragrant. Zhang Ran took a leisurely stroll. At some point, he noticed that something was wrong, and the aura that surrounded the dragon blood fruit dissipated. After a little thought, he figured it out. It's so dangerous, I can still hold it if I lose it, and I didn't touch the dragon's blood fruit.

has a great opportunity, and before you have time to enjoy it, you lose your life, which is the funniest thing in the world.

It's time, it's better to hit the day.

Zhang Ran stretched out his hand and picked the dragon blood fruit, put it in his mouth, and sat down cross-legged on the spot.