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Chapter 393 No.80 A Meridian

"boom!"

The door of the cave opened.

A man walked out in a daze.

His eyes glanced blankly at the golden Linggu rice fields in the wilderness, the calm lake below the hillside, and the distant mountains. He rubbed his forehead and walked towards the waterfall.

At this time, the setting sun is gradually disappearing behind the mountains, and most of the sky is full of fiery red clouds. It is the time when the so-called "the setting sun is infinitely beautiful".

However, in Yang Zhen's eyes, this fiery red area is more like that exuberant furnace fire, which makes him unable to bear to stare at it.

He closed his eyes tightly, lowered his head and crouched on the ground.

A teardrop slipped quietly.

Refining Youxue Pill, he failed.

The reason for the failure may be that he wanted to do well too much.

A total of fifteen hours of refining, the first step, the refining of the liquid medicine, was flawless.

The second step, the cultivation of the liquid medicine, that is, the control of the fire, is also very satisfactory.

When it came to the final step of alchemy, he had persisted for a day and a night, which was the highest time he could make alchemy.

Every breath and every moment after that, although he was creating his own record, the fatigue of his consciousness was also increasing.

And he was so immersed in the joy of his imminent success that he didn't notice it at all.

Finally, when he manipulated his consciousness to remove the last residue in the ointment bit by bit, the tight string suddenly broke.

A sudden burst of severe pain in the sea of ​​consciousness made his eyes go dark and he almost passed out.

When he recovered from the trance, his face changed drastically.

Yanhuo lost his control, and the fire burst out suddenly, burning the whole ointment to black!

irreparable!

A whimper of mourning flashed in front of his eyes, and Mammy's white hair was like a heavy mountain, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure.

He failed!
At that moment, Yang Zhen was in great pain and remorse.

If I didn't pursue perfection so much, didn't overdraw my spiritual consciousness, and insisted on cleaning up all the residues, this potion of medicine should be successful.

Even if it is refined, there is a high probability that it is only medium grade, which is enough.It's much better than trying to get water out of a bamboo basket now.

Yes, even if Yiyi could still get the last two feather leaves from Youyou, in his current state, it would be difficult to continue.

After suffering for fourteen hours in a row, the spiritual consciousness was greatly depleted. Even with the conditioning of soul-nourishing herbs, it would take at least five or six days to recover.

If it is carried out by force at this time, I am afraid that he will not even be able to complete the second step.

As for Mammy, seven full days and nights have passed since the day Hanzhou was injured.

She didn't have much time to wait.

As for taking out the last two feather leaves to ask Master Chenghong for help, even if he had this idea, Yiyi would never agree.

That would bring them unpredictable dangers and is absolutely not advisable.

"It's all my fault, I'm so ambitious, I hurt Mammy—" Yang Zhen buried her head deeply between her legs.

Want to cry but no tears, full of self-blame.

……

After an unknown amount of time, there was the sound of soft footsteps behind him.

Yang Zhen turned around, and a girl in linen filial piety was looking at him expectantly.

Zhao Yueer.

He ran back to Shuiwufeng cave to make alchemy, only quietly mentioned it to the little girl.

Now that more than a day has passed, she probably couldn't wait to rush over.

However, without Yang Zhen opening her mouth, she had already guessed the result from the other person's face.

"Yue'er, I..." Yang Zhen's voice was hoarse, and there seemed to be something blocked in her throat.

"Little Shitou, I don't blame you, you must have tried your best." Zhao Yueer looked at the haggard-looking lover, feeling great grief in her heart.

Walking over gently, he hugged the man tightly, and buried his head on the other's chest.

Although Yang Zhen didn't explain why she had to refine it by herself, she could guess that it must be related to his space treasure.

Every monk has his own secret and the right to keep his own secret.

This was what Mammy had always taught her.

She couldn't blame Yang Zhen for this, but, thinking of the current state of the nanny, the girl felt sore and burst into tears.

The two boys and girls leaned against each other, both immersed in sadness.

The setting sun has disappeared on the other side of the mountain, and it has also taken away the last ray of red glow.

The sky was dark, and there was no other sound except the never-ending roar of the waterfall in the valley.

The two just hugged and hugged, unwilling to get up, maybe because they didn't know how to face Mammy when they went back.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly felt a burning and stinging pain coming from the position of Yumen Pass.

Then it got hotter and hotter, and finally it broke like a needle prick.

Dozens of experiences of breaking through the pulse told him that this is another meridian that has been opened.

Sixteen wood elements, sixteen water elements, four fire elements, all possible meridians in my body, I have already dredged them!
What kind of meridian would this one be?
In the midst of astonishment, my mind then sensed that there was a trace of dense air slowly overflowing from this newly opened meridian.

what is this?
Yang Zhen restrained her mind, intending to guard the Niwan Palace.

But after a while, he saw this wisp of gas.

The gas is fuzzy gray, and the grayness seems to have a sandy atmosphere, and it is gathering at the Yumen Pass at this time.

Soon after, the new meridian no longer has gray gas leaking out, and the Yumen Pass began to shrink slowly until it was completely closed.

This meridian just disappeared under his gaze!

And the gray gas, who was inspired by something at this time, charged straight at Yang Zhen!
Yang Zhen closed her eyes subconsciously, and her consciousness immediately withdrew from Niwan Palace.

Immediately, the wisp of gas crashed in, completely ignoring the obstacles of the Niwan Palace's boundary wall, and entered his sea of ​​consciousness so easily!
Waves of coolness came from his forehead, just like the cooling oil his mother wiped on his forehead when he had a fever and headache when he was a child.

Soon, the forehead that had been aching faintly no longer felt that pain.

His damaged consciousness has completely recovered!

Yang Zhen was both surprised and delighted, what kind of gas is this that can have such a miraculous effect?

Also, what happened to the meridian, why can't I find it now?
Yang Zhen was puzzled and told him intuitively that this should be the secret of his body.

Could it be that the reason why I can practice [Five Elements Tonic the Heaven] is here?

At the same time, he also thought of a long-standing doubt.

Cultivators can usually open sixteen meridians, but if they practice mending the sky, all five attribute meridians can be opened up, and there are eighty.

However, in good fortune, there are often some magical numbers or rules. For example, when practicing formations, there is often a saying that "the number of ninety-nine is in harmony with the way of heaven".

Therefore, Yang Zhen sometimes had a whim, whether the meridians of the human body that can be practiced are also the number of ninety-nine?

In this way, the one that appeared on my body just now, could it be the No.80 meridian?
It should be said that his guess was very correct.

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