In the cave behind Qingyun Mountain, Wang Mu carefully collected and sealed the last purple star vine into a jade box, and then closed his eyes and gradually settled down. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because Wang Mu really can't stand that old pot's face!

As soon as he thought that the guy was enjoying the pot of fairy soup to the fullest, and humming an unknown little song in his mouth, Wang Mu couldn't get angry.

"Originally, these two purple star vines belonged to the master!" Wang Mu was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't snatch the share of immortal soup that belonged to the old man.

Since there was an agreement before, a manly man can bend and stretch, isn't it just a purple star vine, I, Wang Mu, can pick it up and put it down!

But after a while, the aroma of the purple star soup wafting in this cave seemed to be coming towards him, and the saliva at the corner of Wang Mu's mouth was about to flow out, and he said in his heart: "I can't stop it!"

Suddenly opened his eyes, but Wang Mu was surprised: "Old pot, what do you mean?"

It turned out that the reason why the fragrance of the purple star vine was getting stronger and stronger was because the immortal cauldron was quietly suspended in front of Wang Mu's face, and the pot old man who had transformed into a middle-aged uncle turned into a phantom and floated above the immortal cauldron again!

The old man of the pot snorted, squeezed his eyebrows and pointed to the fairy pot and said: "There is still a small half pot of purple star soup here, I can't use it up, brother, you can take it and drink it!"

Wang Mu was stunned when he heard this, but he immediately scolded: "Get out of here, who will drink your guy's bath water?"

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly sneered, and his temper also came up, and he scolded back: "Before that, which bastard boy rubbed my pot every day to eat and drink for nothing, the fragrant rice, the delicious dishes, and the slippery soup!"

Wang Mu's old face suddenly darkened, and he was speechless for a while.

"Do you still want to become stronger, do you still want to cultivate and become an alchemist?" the old man continued to sarcastically, and then pointed to the half pot of purple star soup and said: "In ancient times, Zhang Liang picked up shoes three times, and Han Xin was willing to suffer the humiliation of his crotch, what do you mean by drinking this half pot of soup?"

"Don't say that I'm a soul phantom now and have no entity, even if this is really a pot of old me's bathwater, if I take it out and put it outside, I don't know how many people will break their heads and drink it dry!"

......

"I'll drink!"

Wang Muna's movements were like a tiger pounced, grabbed the immortal pot in front of him, and drank the half pot of purple star soup with a few gulps.

Bang!

The immortal pot in his hand fell directly to the ground, and Wang Muzheng was about to say a few words, but suddenly felt his eyes dizzy, and as soon as the purple star soup entered his throat, a wave of heat rushed up.

With a plop, Wang Mu fell directly to the ground and fainted!

"Oh, this kid...... Even if the forty-year-old Purple Star Soup has been used by me for more than half of it, the majestic medicinal power in this soup is not something that you, a bastard boy with a third layer of the Quenching Body Realm, can refine and absorb at one time!"

......

Wang Mu only felt that the meridians in his body were about to explode!

After all, the Purple Star Vine is the main medicine for refining the Chong Ling Pill, and the people who usually dare to take this Pill are all monks who have Quenched Body Realm Great Perfection, and most of the Chong Ling Pills taken by these people are refined from ten years of Purple Star Vine, compared with the two, even if Wang Mu just drank the half pot of Purple Star Soup, it was enough to kill him!

Wang Mu is only the third layer of the Quenching Body Realm, not to mention the medicinal power of this Purple Star Soup to help him break through the realm, the moment the Spirit Tang enters his throat, even the whole person loses consciousness, and the meridians in his body are about to split......

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Mu has been paying attention to the tempering of his body over the years, he would not be able to withstand this first encounter, and I am afraid that it would be light to explode directly and die!

"Boom...... This kid has a very solid foundation, and it saves me a lot of effort!" The old man smiled mysteriously, but he flew down on Wang Mu's dantian and slapped his palm.

A white air flow poured into the dantian, and Wang Mu groaned there, but he still showed no signs of waking up.

The void was light, and after the pot elder slapped dozens of meridians on Wang Mu's body one by one, he suddenly trembled, but his figure became a little lighter, and even became almost transparent in some places!

"I'm bleeding a lot today, brother, you're sleeping fragrantly!" The pot was angry, and it had been more than half an hour since he finished everything, and Wang Mu's breathing gradually stabilized.

The old man was also very tired at this time, and without saying a word, he flew directly into the immortal cauldron and never came out.

Looking at Wang Mu's body again, the original bursting purple star soup medicinal power was pulled by a trace of white aura after flowing through every meridian in his body, and finally even some hidden meridians that had never been developed were also washed, and for a while, the meridians in Wang Mu's body were faintly purple, and the meridians that had been tempered by medicinal power appeared outside the body, and the original green tendons and muscles also evolved into purple dragons and appeared on Wang Mu's skin.

The change that happened to Wang Mu lasted for several hours, until all the moonlight in this cave heaven dissipated, and the last trace of darkness before dawn began to appear in the heavenly cave of that glimmer of heaven!

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Qingyunguan, in the bedroom of a wooden house, the woman on the bed sighed and finally woke up.

"Why am I here?" Du Yueniang touched her slightly dizzy head, propped herself up, and muttered to herself.

"Not good!" Du Yueniang lifted the quilt violently and was about to get out of bed!

But after she looked at the bedroom again, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I'm still in Qingyunguan!"

Du Yueniang looked around suspiciously, she remembered that she was hidden in that ghost place by that stinky boy, why did she come back again?

This bedroom is actually the one where Du Yueniang lived, and yesterday in order to avoid the three disciples of Old Ghost Li, she had to compromise and hide in a thatched house!

Now it seems that Wang Mu's kid's method is not bad, although it smells bad, but fortunately he escaped, didn't he?

Du Yueniang was in a happy mood, stretched a long lazy waist, and then got up and opened the doors and windows, the morning sun was like countless invisible elves, hugging her face to bring her a burst of comfortable warmth.

"Hey, Wang Mu, you give me death!" Du Yueniang walked from the bedroom to the row of brick and wood bungalows, and then found the three halls of Qingyunguan, but she didn't even see a figure.

"This bastard boy, leave me alone in this Qingyun Temple, I ......" Du Yueniang muttered in her mouth, and suddenly heard a strange noise.

"Goo-Goo......

But it turned out that Du Yueniang was hungry!

Thinking about it, she didn't seem to have eaten well since she went up the mountain, and Wang Mucai gave herself a small piece of dry food the night before yesterday!

Du Yueniang scolded angrily, but in the past two years, she has been used to being served in Li Xianshi's cave mansion, even if Wang Mu has some rice and vegetables there, she can't look down on it!

stomped her foot hard, but Du Yueniang scolded in a low voice towards the Qingyunguan Hall behind her, and then she went down the mountain alone according to the path in her memory.