He survived under the hands of Bai Yueguang

While pushing and shoving, Zhou Yiguang looked up at the signboard. This shop was called Yuxiangge.

"The name came from, similar to the soup pool where you take a bath." Zhou Yiguang cursed.

Although the name is not well received, Yuxiang Pavilion is indeed the place with the most complete panacea in the entire Shanhai Market, and even the entire night city.Yuxiang Pavilion's family members have been practicing medicine for hundreds of generations, that is, alchemy.When Yuxiang Pavilion was in its heyday, it also knew the technique of Qihuang, which is said to be able to life and death human flesh and bones.It's just that the craft of alchemy was passed down to the shopkeeper's generation, and for some reason, it declined.

So for some rare, even long-lost out-of-print pills, Yuxiang Pavilion at least has a reserved copy.If you can't even get the elixir from Yuxiang Pavilion, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find it all night.Zhou Yiguang was invited into a well-known shop, but he didn't know much about it.

"This young man looks very unfamiliar, so he probably doesn't come here often."

If this kind of rich owner has been here recently, the shopkeeper may not be impressed.A sharp-eyed old fritter like him, even if the ghosts in the alley are crowded shoulder to shoulder, he can pick out at a glance who is rich, who is easy to kill, and who is a poor ghost who cares about everything.

The shopkeeper was overly enthusiastic, and Zhou Sheng couldn't help but echoed: "Well, it's my first time here."

"My lord, what do you need? Whether it's incense seal pendants or all kinds of pills, we have everything here."

Zhou Yiguang said in a deep voice, "How many pills are there to enhance spiritual power, and how much I want."

The shopkeeper was suspicious, you are a flamboyant ghost, do you still need to practice by yourself, what do you need pills for?The weakest flamboyant ghost in the night tour of the underworld, he is still very rich, the shopkeeper vaguely guessed his identity.Although I thought so in my heart, I didn't open my eyes enough to say it, I only hesitated a little: "Yes, yes, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"These elixirs are all strong medicines. Seventy percent of the efficacy is often mixed with very toxic. The side effects are very large, and the effect may not last long."

Zhou Yiguang couldn't be bothered to listen to his mother-in-law, he opened the door to do business and still murmured like this: "It doesn't matter."

The shopkeeper of Muxiang Pavilion took out two wooden boxes from the far corner of the closet. There was already some dust on the wooden boxes.

"This is Qianqiuzi. I take a pill that can withstand ten years of ordinary people's practice, but the medicine is too strong and hurts my brain. After taking the medicine, I have a splitting headache, which is very tolerable. The more times I take the medicine, the worse the headache will be."

"It also has a problem. The spiritual power brought by the medicine is never stored by itself, so it is only temporary. It will be used up as soon as it is used up, and there will be no leftover."

What a Qianqiuzi... It doesn't matter if you have a headache, Zhou Yiguang is just worried about whether the effect of the medicine will be discounted on him:

"How about the effect of the medicine, will it be affected by your own strength?"

"will not."

It's fine if you don't, if you use the effect of being strong when you are strong and weak when you are weak, it would be too wasteful to use it on yourself.Zhou Yiguang was very satisfied, and didn't ask the price: "I want this."

The shopkeeper took out another box: "This is Baisuiyou, which can increase the speed of practice, and disguise you as a practice wizard. It's just... to encourage the growth of seedlings is an illusion after all, and one day you will have to pay back what you borrowed." .”

"After taking the medicine, you will be refreshed and your body will be as light as a swallow, and your progress will be faster. However, one day in the future, all the spiritual power you have cultivated will suddenly disappear and go to waste. Back to the original point, you are still you, and everything is as it is. Fetching water from a bamboo basket is a dream in Nanke."

Worry about a hundred years, a hundred years...

Zhou Yiguang asked: "A certain day in the future, and which day? As the name suggests, after the age of a hundred?"

Zhou Yiguang thought to himself, 100 years is not a loss.Not to mention 100 years, three to five years is enough for him to accomplish what he wants to do.

The shopkeeper shook his head and smiled mysteriously: "No."

"This is the beauty of Baisuiyou. A certain day in the future, that is, the day when Nanke Mengxing loses all his spiritual power, is an undetermined period, and it varies from person to person. It may be three or fifty years later, or it may be after taking medicine. On the third day, no one can say for sure."

"The reason why it is called Baisui Worry is that from the day you take the medicine, you will start to worry about the day when your spiritual power will be lost. This day may be tomorrow, or it may be a hundred years later. The faster you improve, the faster you will The stronger you are, the more you worry about losing."

"If things go on like this for a long time, I will be anxious and restless, my life is uncertain, and I often worry about being a hundred years old."

The shopkeeper exclaimed: "Wonderful."

Because the name was chosen by the shopkeeper himself.

Zhou Yiguang thinks this "Hundred Years of Worry" is indeed interesting, through the small dusty wooden box, Zhou Yiguang can feel the anxiety and worry of the person taking the medicine.

Zhou Yiguang liked this medicine very much, it just solved his urgent needs.As for when the effect of the medicine will pass, it depends on fate.

The shopkeeper saw Zhou Yiguang's wishes, but pretended to be mysterious and put the two wooden boxes into his sleeves.Zhou Yiguang frowned because of his little action, not because he saw the shopkeeper's intention to extort money, but because the accumulated dust on the box rubbed onto the shopkeeper's cuffs.

"The refining method of these two boxes of pills has been lost, and there is only one in the world."

"There is only one Baisuiyou left, and there are only three Qianqiuzi left."

Rare things are more expensive. Zhou Yiguang understands this truth, and he has long been prepared to be extorted for a lot of money. He is used to prodigal: "Just ask for a price, whatever the price is."

The shopkeeper smiled mysteriously: "Priceless."

Zhou Yiguang: ...

"Make a condition, as long as I can do it."

I thought: Are you fucking playing with me?

The shopkeeper's fox tail was exposed: "Since the young master is so open-minded, and the bright people don't speak dark words, I want you to exchange it with the lamp oil of the lamp. It doesn't take a lot, three yuan of lamp oil, you can get these two boxes of unique ones from me. Elixir."

It turned out that the old fox had the idea of ​​making lamp oil again.

Zhou Yiguang said in a deep voice, "It is a felony to tamper with the lamp."

There are a hundred ghost lanterns scattered in all directions in the night tour of the underworld. There is a post station where each lantern is located, and there are ghost messengers sitting in the town to take care of it.

"That's right, tampering with the lamp is a felony, but you are different..." The shopkeeper put the emphasis on the last few words, "Mr. Zhou."

The shopkeeper's wishful thinking was well done. He Zhou Yiguang, it's not difficult to get a mere three-dollar lamp oil.

Just, "What do you want lamp oil for?"

There is nothing to hide about this matter, "Resurrection, I am trying to refine the Resurrection Pill, and I don't know if it will work. I still need a medicine primer to stabilize the soul, and the lamp oil of the lamp is the best medicine primer."

"make a deal."

The shopkeeper gave Zhou Yiguang a special copper box to hold lamp oil.

The trouble is that recently the city has been arresting evil spirits from Hell, and my father watched him very closely, and there were 1 worries in my heart.Stealing lamp oil is easy, and he can wipe the [-] ghost lamps at home, but it is difficult to sneak out.It was a surprise to beat the ghost messenger today, next time they will be more careful, so they won't let Zhou Yiguang go easily.

"So, at midnight tonight, you are waiting for me on the west wall of the Tianguang Temple, and I will throw this box to you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhou Yiguang felt that he had lost face and had no freedom at all.But there was no way, he really didn't.As long as he has a little bit of self-protection ability, the father will not look at her so strictly.

"It's a word."

In the evening, Zhou Yiguang returned home with a copper box and two boxes of pills.

Randomly wiped three renminbi of lamp oil from the backyard and put it in a copper box, only waiting for the shop owner to pick it up in person.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to sneak out recently. No matter looking for Zhou Zixi or Zhou Yan, we have to think long-term.Since you can't get out, why don't you take advantage of this time to quietly practice and improve your spiritual power.

Zhou Yiguang immediately swallowed Baisuiyou, and put the three Qianqiuzi in his arms for emergency.The shopkeeper said that taking one would give him ten years of spiritual power temporarily, and he didn't know if it was a lie, but right now he could only believe it.

Bai Suiyou's mouth is bitter, with a hint of coolness.Not long after swallowing it, the limbs are irrigated like a clear spring, and it is really refreshing.

Sitting in meditation, the spiritual power is running much smoother than before.Although there is no exaggerated effect, it is quite miraculous that he can have the same cultivation speed as an ordinary person.Besides, Zhou Yiguang realized that he might be a little bit faster than ordinary people.

The youngest son of the ghost king, who was the least hopeful, secretly worked hard to become stronger.

Among other things, as far as his tenacity is concerned, few people can match it.Practice is hard work anywhere, no matter in the world or in the underworld.Training muscles and bones externally, cultivating spiritual power internally, is boring and tormenting.But day after day, Zhou Yiguang persisted unshakably, almost ruthlessly.

Except for the occasional routine appearance at his father's place, for the rest of the time, Zhou Yiguang locked himself in the backyard to practice and thank guests behind closed doors.

Cold comes and summer goes, a year has passed, Zhou Yiguang doesn't know it.

Since he was knocked out last time, the ghost guard guarding the Tianguang Temple received his punishment and became more cautious, for fear that Zhou Yiguang would make trouble again by surprise.For a whole year, they kept their hearts on their backs every day and were extremely cautious, but Zhou Yiguang never made any mistakes, which made them a little at a loss.

According to legend, Da Neng retreats and meditates, and he talks about having no distractions, and after years of cold wind and scorching heat, he will achieve miracles once he practices.

But Zhou Yiguang couldn't concentrate on anything else, Zhou Yan lived in his heart, thinking about it day and night.

Thinking of Zhou Yan in my heart, in the past year, I don't feel bitter when suffering, but I know happiness when I am happy.I thought so hard that I didn't even know it hurt when I bit the tip of my tongue.

This year's progress cannot be compared with others, and Zhou Yiguang doesn't know what level he is now.Recently, he has been stuck in a bottleneck, no matter how he continues to practice, there is no benefit.When you are anxious and anxious, you will not advance but retreat.

Several days and nights passed, Zhou Yiguang closed his eyes and sat cross-legged during the banquet, not knowing whether he was dreaming or waking up.

The spiritual power in the whole body is imprisoned by the shell of his body, it seems to be saturated, and it can't hold any more.I want to concentrate on breaking through the bottleneck, but I am always surrounded by sleepiness.Why is it that the more the martial arts are improved, the more the spirit is getting worse?Missing someone until I sit and fall asleep.

Tonight's style is very grand, and the lights of the Ming Lantern are flickering and ambiguous.

Zhou Yiguang felt that Zhou Yan was slowly hugging him from behind, even though the hug was so soft and faint, Zhou Yiguang's back was stiff and he didn't dare to move.I was afraid that if I moved, that person would disappear without a trace.

The soft kiss fell on the back of the neck, like snowflakes falling into the lake, like the sigh of a cuckoo before crying blood.From the nape of the neck to the side of the ear, there is no break in this kiss.The kiss has never been so long, and the time has never been so short. Fine beads of sweat ooze from the back of Zhou Yiguang's snow-white neck, and the lingering lips are covered with sweat beads.

Zhou Yan's hand was hidden in front of his chest, Zhou Yiguang wanted to raise his hand to shake that hand back, but he couldn't move no matter what.

"Zhou Yiguang, I'm done."

"From the first moment I saw you, I was done."

"It doesn't matter if you don't cultivate what kind of avenue is clean, what kind of supreme magic technique is not cultivated."

Zhou Yan's love words were beautiful, but Zhou Yiguang was confused: "Zhou Yan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"The first time I saw you, you were ready to dig my heart. I would be happy to die in your hands, obviously I'm the one to die."

"What avenue? What technique?"

Zhou Yan kissed him while talking, slurred: "I admit it, you don't know. Now I admit it, you are right, it is true that I hold you now."

Zhou Yiguang's breathing became more and more rapid, his heart was beating like a drum, and his pulse was chaotic.

"Well......"

Zhou Yiguang snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood, he was insane.

The blood was not blocked, it flowed down Zhou Yiguang's lips to the corner of his mouth, and most of it splashed onto Zhou Yiguang's moon-white skirt, like a gorgeous bright red flower from the other shore.

Zhou Yiguang bit his lip, the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and slowly opened his eyes.

It was a dream.

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Xiao Yanyan: I'm so sad, I've been hidden in the snow, and I can only appear in my baby's dream.