The so-called cave house, in fact, to put it bluntly, is just a cave carved out on the mountainside, looking at the cave house that is more than one person high, Zhang Fan got into it.

It was empty except for a stone table and a stone bed. And it seems that this cave has not been inhabited for a long time, the ground is scattered with a lot of rubble, and the stone table is also covered with a thick layer of dust.

The furnishings in the cave mansion are simple and can't be more concise, but Zhang Fan also knows that the process of cultivation is simple and boring, to put it bluntly, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to enhance his own cultivation, as for other things, they are all superfluous.

But this cave is too simple, there is not even anything to cover the entrance of the cave, Zhang Fan picked up a few slightly larger stones in the cave, and piled them up at the door of the cave to temporarily block the entrance of the cave.

Wiping the dust off the stone bed, Zhang Fan took out the storage bag he had obtained from Master Wang, and the name of the storage bag was still known to Zhang Fan when he listened to those disciples talking in the square.

Holding Master Wang's cloth bag, Zhang Fan meditated hard, all his consciousness was gathered together, and the black air flow also gathered together, and finally Zhang Fan's consciousness finally entered Master Wang's cloth bag.

The space of the cloth bag is only a few square sizes, not at all than one-ten-thousandth of his own cloth bag, there are two rolls of bamboo slips and a few pieces of jade in it, and the rest is nothing, Zhang Fan's consciousness brought out all the things inside.

Consciousness retreated from Master Wang's cloth bag, and the bamboo slips and spirit stones in the cloth bag appeared in front of him, and Zhang Fan carefully looked at the items in front of him.

There was no antidote in the cloth bag, Zhang Fan was a little disappointed in his heart, picked up one of the spirit stones, Zhang Fan inhaled hard, and the white gas floated out of the stone and floated into his body.

When his mind entered his body, he saw this white gas stop in his chest, and finally slowly dissipate like a cloud.

Absorbed and refined two spirit stones, and left one Zhang Fan did not absorb it again, but picked up the bamboo slip.

The outside of the bamboo slips was polished to a shiny finish, apparently due to Master Wang's frequent viewing. Zhang Fan took the bamboo slip in his hand, opened it and looked at it carefully.

Although he learned a lot of words from Da Niu and Wang Hao in the valley, most of the words on the bamboo slips were still unknown to Zhang Fan, but there was a faint idea left on the bamboo slips, which was not Master Wang's, but was specially left by the person who made the bamboo slips.

Through this awareness, Zhang Fan roughly understood what was recorded on the bamboo slips, and gradually understood why Master Wang was looking for poison everywhere and accepting disciples one after another.

According to the bamboo slips, devour all kinds of highly toxic things, gather toxins in the body, form a poisonous body, and replace the spiritual root with the help of highly poisonous power.

However, the probability of forming qualifications in this method is extremely low, and the risk is extremely high, after swallowing the poison, there will be all kinds of poisonous gas to penetrate the heart, and there is a danger of losing one's mind and becoming a madman, so the person who swallows the poison must be a person with great perseverance, otherwise it is very likely to be directly poisoned.

There is also a congenital defect in this exercise, that is, after the formation of the spiritual root, it will continue to devour poisons, and once the cultivation is stopped, it will decline.

"It can form an acquired spiritual root" Zhang Fan was shocked when he saw it, the so-called spiritual root is also a qualification, which means that an ordinary person can become a cultivator.

After reading the contents of the bamboo slip completely, Zhang Fan knew that the bamboo slip was incomplete, and Zhang Fan did not get a way to remove the red dot from it.

Could it be that he still can't escape death in the end?

Zhang Fan shook his head and cheered himself up in his heart: "These bamboo slips don't seem to be complete, or there is some other way to get rid of them. ’

Zhang Fan shifted his attention to his cloth bag.

Since Zhang Fan opened this cloth bag with his own blood last time, Zhang Fan has a feeling of flesh and blood connection to this cloth bag, and Zhang Fan knows that this cloth bag is now his own.

This cloth bag is definitely much more peculiar than Master Wang's storage bag, and it is definitely not comparable to an ordinary storage bag like Master Wang, this is Zhang Fan's intuition.

Zhang Fan entered the cloth bag, and the cloth bag was still full of tumbling white clouds.

Looking at these tumbling white clouds, Zhang Fan was stunned.

This is definitely not a white cloud, isn't this thing just like the gas in the jade, Zhang Fan realized it.

In order to verify the guess in his heart, Zhang Fan came to the tumbling white clouds. As soon as you open your mouth and inhale, the milky air flow is inhaled into your body.

The gas here seems to be much stronger than that in the jade, and when the milky white air flow is inhaled, the black air flow in the body suddenly dims a little, although it doesn't seem to have changed very much, but Zhang Fan is still secretly happy in his heart.

Zhang Fan finally understood why when the red poisonous spots appeared on Wang Hao's body at the beginning, there was not much change on his body, I am afraid that it was caused by the absorption of this white mist in the cloth bag that he often entered the cloth bag, so that the poisonous spots would occur later.

In the long run, wouldn't these black gases be completely eliminated?

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan gulped in the clouds in front of him.

At this time, if there are cultivators here, they will definitely understand that the aura here has been so rich that it cannot be dissolved, condensed but not dispersed, forming a cloud of substance, which can be described as a veritable blessed land for cultivating truth.

It's a pity that Zhang Fan is a rookie, and he doesn't understand all this, but it doesn't prevent Zhang Fan from absorbing these aura.

Just when Zhang Fan was absorbing the aura, it suddenly seemed like there was something more in his mind, and then a few words suddenly came down from the void, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment and then observed carefully.

These words are extremely old, and there is no way to describe the old, as if the world was not yet opened up!

Zhang Fan only felt a long-standing breath rushing to his face.

Well, Zhang Fan opened his eyes in shock, and found that the aura was still tumbling around, there was no so-called handwriting at all, and the scene just now was like an illusion.

But Zhang Fan's vague scene just now is real, but he hasn't understood it yet.

"Could it be that the name of this cloth bag is called Qiankun Bag?" Thinking of the font that appeared in his mind before, Zhang Fan thought in his heart.

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