The sun and the moon are like shuttles, like white horses passing through the gaps. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Time flies, half a month passes in a blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Luo Qing endured the pain, constantly tempered himself every day, bought herbs to refine his body, and with the help of those three pages of gold paper, his cultivation speed was not fast. It's just that, seeing that he has achieved a small success, but the money on his body is getting less and less, Luo Qing is really a little anxious.

"Poor literature and rich martial arts" is not false at all.

After half a month, the little money on my body, food, clothing, shelter, transportation, and herbs boiled up, and I saw the bottom.

According to my previous thoughts, I should first find a job as a caretaker, and with my own ability, I will not be unable to take on it, and then, while working, I will cultivate. Although this will greatly slow down the progress of cultivation, it is always a long-term solution.

In other words, in the early morning of this day, Luo Qing was awakened by the stinging pain all over his body before he woke up.

This stinging pain is all over the body, like a needle cone, hurting into the flesh, and like ten thousand ants rolling and crawling, the pain is unbearable, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

Luo Qing rolled all over the ground, scratching with the heart, but this uncomfortable energy was lingering.

The more you scratch, the more itchy, and the more you scratch, the more painful it becomes.

In desperation, Luo Qing had to stretch his luck and transport the few airflows on his body to his whole body, hoping to alleviate the pain in his body.

Over and over again, and so on.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Qing just felt numb from the pain, as if he was about to die, and the desire to survive filled his whole mind, just when this little thief who stole chickens thought that he was about to die, those pains and itches suddenly disappeared, but there was a "tick-tock" sound in his ears, followed by the sound of a small stream of water.

The sound was not loud, but Luo Qing listened really carefully.

He could feel that his own strength seemed to be much stronger, and this sound came from his own body.

"Could it be that the master has broken through the realm of skin training and reached the realm of meat training?"

Luo Qing muttered to himself in his heart, and scolded loudly: "But last time, the little master cultivated Xiaocheng, but it was not so painful! I didn't expect this exercise to be so dangerous, and I thought that the cultivation of the big master would be the same, and the master couldn't be so reckless next time." ”

Luo Qing practiced the exercises, all on his own, no one to guide him at all, he just calculated others based on his own family, but how did he know, when he thought that the bloody hand man Tu Lin Tiannan broke the mirror, it was the old head Wang Lao Han who guided him on the side, and used a lot of precious old medicines, which was a dangerous way to get through the difficulties.

is as reckless as he is, there is no one to protect the Fa, there is no old medicine to base up, and there are many people who go crazy and become a waste, or if their lives are not guaranteed.

This is also one of the reasons why the Iron Bone Gate has fallen to the present day.

It is recorded in "Qianyuan Iron Bone Gong" that to practice this exercise, you must first condense qi into the body, then condense qi into fog, then condense qi into water, then condense qi into a river, and finally condense qi into a sea before it can be considered as cultivation, which also corresponds to the saying that there are five layers and thirteen layers.

Luo Qing sat on the ground and inspected his body, except for some scratching skin injuries, there was no major problem, and then he put his mind at ease.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a slight heat in his arms, and then pulled it into his arms and took out something.

This thing is a black pocket, the size of a palm, and I don't know what it is made of, Luo Qing tried all kinds of ways when he got this black bag, cutting and burning with a knife, but he has never been able to open it.

Until today, Luo Qing broke through the realm of meat training and condensed into water, this black pocket that I don't know what it was, but it suddenly became hot, which once again aroused Luo Qing's curiosity.

It's just that this time it's a little different from what Luo Qing thought. The black pocket is still a black pocket, this time Luo Qing's true anger moved slightly, and it didn't take much effort to open the pocket.

Sensing the passage of true qi from his own body, Luo Qing's heart moved slightly: "It turns out that this pocket needs true qi to open, but this consumption of true qi is too much, just opening this pocket will consume one-tenth of the master's true qi, if you come a few more times, don't say open it, the master will be sucked dry by this broken pocket." ”

"It's so painstaking, there must be some treasure hidden in it, if not, the master will burn your harmful pocket to ashes. ”

Although Luo Qing is ruthless, he also knows that such a small pocket, what kind of treasure, it will definitely not be too big, in the eyes of this thief who steals chickens, it is big and weighty, and it can be called a treasure.

Pulling the mouth of the bag and flipping it over casually, Luo Qing turned the bag upside down.

Unexpectedly, don't look at the pocket, which is not big, but it can really be loaded, Luo Qing flipped it over, and poured out a lot of things from it, piled them up on the ground and piled them into a pile. Luo Qing was shocked in his heart, and when he looked at it again, his nose was crooked.

This pile of things seems to be a lot, but in fact, this chicken thief has few things that can be seen.

A few robes, a long sword, two small, three or five white stones, and dozens of strange-looking coin-like things.

"This bull-nosed old man seems to be a master, how can he be so poor and sour, it's really hateful!"

Luo Qing was indignant in his heart, and cursed again and again: "I think that Lin Tiannan, the big boss of Qinglong Mountain, is like this, and this bull-nosed old way is the same, these masters don't need silver money when they go out?

Having said that, the thief who stole the chicken was still not very willing, and immediately turned over the robes, searched them, and finally found more than a dozen gold leaves from them, and then stopped with a smile.

But how did this little thief who stole chickens know that Yao Mingyuan is extraordinary, he has already condensed his qi, avoided eating grains, and flew high when he went out, few people in the mortal world could beat him, and he would definitely not use those mundane things.

The things in Yao Mingyuan's black pocket are extraordinary, just talking about those few robes, ordinary swords can't hurt them at all. And that long sword is a spiritual weapon that Yao Mingyuan cultivated to the realm of condensation, and according to the "Qingying Sword Technique", he refined the nine heavens and made a spiritual weapon, but before the spiritual weapon could be used, Yao Mingyuan was killed, and he cheapened the chicken thief.

Luo Qing put away more than a dozen gold leaves, grabbed the long sword and tried it, this long sword looked like an ordinary sword, and the word 'Qingfeng' was engraved on the end of the hilt, which was a little heavy to start.

At this time, Luo Qing has reached the realm of meat training, and there are thousands of catties with one hand, which can make him feel heavy, and this thing must be extraordinary.

The sword flower was lightly pulled, and with a wave of his arm, there was a buzzing sound, and a sword light flew out, and the bronze lampstand in the distance broke off in response.

Sure enough, it's a magic weapon!

Luo Qing was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that he had picked up a treasure.

Although he has always practiced fist and foot kung fu, he has always been the dream of young heroes in fresh clothes and angry horses, and fighting with swords has always been the dream of young heroes, and Luo Qing will naturally be no exception.

Luo Qing played with it, picked up the white stones again, and after starting it, it was warm and greasy, as smooth and delicate as a woman's skin. Holding it in his hand, Luo Qing suddenly felt a trace of air rushing into his body, but in a moment, all the true qi he had consumed before had been replenished, and there was a faint sign of growth.

"This white stone, is it a fairy stone?"

Luo Qing was pleasantly surprised in his heart, knowing that this white stone could speed up his own cultivation, but now he had just broken through the realm of meat training, and he was not very skilled and stable, so it was not easy to be too fast, so he was going to put away the white stone at the moment, but at this time, Luo Qing's belly flashed, and a golden light, like a human hand, quickly poked out, wrapped the five white stones, and disappeared in his own dantian in an instant.

"Which thief stole the master's treasure!"

Luo Qing was furious, roared, and just wanted to take a look, but suddenly heard a sound calling for the door outside the door.

"Guest, guest officer, are you always in there?"