fifth form

Chapter 21
"Change!"

"Become stronger!"

"The arms are thicker!"

While muttering, Zhang Xuezhou didn't feel any changes in himself.

Until after school, he is still the same.

He couldn't help being disappointed for a while, and then decided to take a look after he fell asleep to see the effect of the Qi and Blood Pill.

It is impossible for him to obtain the entry seed in the dream, and also obtain the practice of the too-halal technique, and the effect of the Qi and Blood Pill will not be able to exert the slightest effect.

If there is no effect, Zhang Xuezhou thinks it may be that the Qi Xue Pill has expired.

In the world of dreams, people have no idea about the shelf life, even if the jerky is moldy, they still wash it and cook it.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Li Jiao gave him an expired Qi and Blood Pill, which had little effect and could not affect his body.

"As expected, my delusions are getting deeper and deeper. I actually count on dreaming to make me stronger!"

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but suspect that his schizophrenia symptoms were getting worse.

"Perhaps too halal is just formed by mistake?"

"After all, I learned Dr. Ren's recuperation tips, maybe when I was dreaming, I made up a set of things that can cultivate abilities according to the recuperation tips!"

"But so... I'm a genius?"

When Zhang Xuezhou thought that his dreams could lead to some kind of cultivation theory, when he found it incredible, he couldn't help but think that his talent lies in schizophrenia.

He has read a lot of biographies of celebrities, and many celebrities are more or less a little crazy, and there are obvious differences in behavior patterns from normal people.

"But what if there is no celebrity's life, but a celebrity's disease!"

When thinking was caught in the contradiction between doubt and introspection, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his illness was getting worse.

He clutched the e-wallet in his pocket tightly, and felt that Zhang Weimeng's payment for publishing should be faster.

Only when he has enough money can he go to the Sunshine Psychologist Clinic to clear up his doubts.

With close friends who lack communication and who live alone, Zhang Xuezhou feels that if he thinks too much, he will definitely get sick.

"Wait, does the Tai Halal technique I practice count? Could it be that the hallucinations in my dreams have affected reality?"

Zhang Xuezhou thought wildly.

He was about to punch himself in the nose, to see if he could suppress the nosebleed with the halal technique, but then realized that it was a dangerous thought of self-harm.

"Calm down, I must be calm!"

Zhang Xuezhou focused on himself, only to feel a faint black energy rising from his body, showing the symptoms of the disease that Ren Anran mentioned.

This made him quickly reach out and feel in his pocket for a while, then tremblingly took out the fluazepam he bought from Ren Anran.

After swallowing the three pills, Zhang Xuezhou suddenly felt much better, and the blackness in his vision also disappeared completely.

"I'm sick, no wonder I've been thinking wildly!"

Zhang Xuezhou finally decided on the answer.

His head was in a mess, his body shook slightly, and he walked back to the old and small school district room in three steps.

Dinner is somewhat casual.

Learning is naturally delayed.

Zhang Xuezhou kept flipping his gestures, and while muttering in his mouth, the Taiqing Zhenshu continued to be released.

As long as there is no medical output, his loss in too halal is very small.

It took nearly an hour for Zhang Xuezhou to feel the emptiness of his mental and physical strength.

He blinked his eyelids, and rarely fell asleep early.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that it took a long time before his eyelids opened.

In the Jiuchi Taoist Temple, the faint light of the sun has already shone on this Taoist temple.

Through the light from the window, Zhang Xuezhou strenuously propped up his body, and he only felt soreness everywhere in his body.

"It really is an expired medicine!"

Zhang Xuezhou raised his hands, only to see that his hands were flushed red, and when he took off his shirt, his body was also full of smoky red color.

In just one short night, he seemed to have changed his race.

"This seems to have poisoned me? Could it be that Li Jiao gave me a poison, and then I need to use Tai Halal Technique to suppress it? Does he think that my cultivation conditions are not enough?"

In reality, there is no wounded state for experimentation, but in the dream, Zhang Xuezhou immediately found a subject to experiment with the Tai Halal Technique.

He muttered slightly in his mouth, and when the imported seeds moved regularly through the meridians, a white light suddenly appeared on his middle finger.

When Zhang Xuezhou put his middle finger on the center of his forehead, the redness all over his body slowly faded away.

The soreness is fading quickly, but the burning sensation left on the skin is revealed.

Zhang Xuezhou felt bad luck.

He shook his neck, and the creaking sound suddenly became continuous.

It wasn't until he got up from the bed that he realized the strangeness in his body.

Although he still had various discomforts in his body, Zhang Xuezhou felt the lightness of walking.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and he lifted a small tea table in the bedroom.

"Has your strength really increased?"

From suspecting that there were various problems with Li Jiao's Qi and Blood Pill to actually verifying it, the time was very short, but the result of the verification was very real.

Yesterday, it would have been absolutely difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to easily grab a coffee table with one hand.

His strength has indeed increased.

Even his physique has improved, and he is completely gone from his previous weak and weak appearance.

If he hurried back to Zhangjiazhuang at this time, he would definitely not be in a sickly state where he would be panting after walking more than ten miles on the mountain road.

A qi and blood pill almost surpassed Han's good fortune, far better than the jerky that Zhang Zhong and others had saved to feed Zhang Xuezhou for many years.

"The Qi and Blood Pill is truly a miraculous thing!"

Zhang Xuezhou changed his mind.

He felt that Qixuedan and fluazepam had almost the same effect.

Although these two medicines have damage, the benefits they brought him far outweighed the disadvantages.

"It's a pity that this treasure land that gathers immigrants, it should be impossible to continue cheating!"

With the help of Taoist Kong Kong's reputation as a student of Bugui, Zhang Xuezhou felt that these three short days had almost gained something that he had never had in more than ten years.

But it was almost time for him to leave.

Zhang Xuezhou pushed open the wooden door of Jiuchi Taoist Temple.

Far below the Jiuchi Slope, he had already seen three figures.

The two figures vaguely belonged to his parents, and the other was a boar carried by the two.

As veteran hunters, Zhang Zhong and You Rong's judgments were quite accurate, and they also hunted rare prey, which was no less than the results of collective hunting groups in the village.

But apprenticeship and so on are directly exempted.

Chang Bugui didn't know where he went, and he shared what he did in Jiuchi Taoist Temple, Zhang Xuezhou felt that there was no hope of being a teacher.

As long as he is falsely accused and found to be true, he will be lucky if he is not beaten to death.

After just a few days of cognition, Zhang Xuezhou is very clear about the difference in strength between practitioners and ordinary people.

Even if Chao Bugui is only a practitioner of alchemy and healing, it is not something they can resist, but there is a [-]% chance of losing if they fight against each other.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the Jiuchi Taoist Temple, cleaned up some traces of his life, and changed back to his set of washed clothes, and then went down the mountain in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)