The Most Outstanding Anchor Immortal Cultivation System

Chapter 90 The Softness of My Heart

"What, is there someone here?!"

The others immediately became alert.

In this kind of place, it's not like "a fellow meets a fellow with teary eyes", but basically "a fellow sees a fellow with a sneer behind his back".

Wang Zheng signaled everyone to calm down, and walked slowly together, while paying attention to whether there were any secret passages under the feet.

As he approached the spiritual liquid pool, rich spiritual energy rushed towards his face.

Everyone felt extremely comfortable.

Really good stuff!
All of them swallowed, resisting the urge to jump in and practice immediately, and focused on the figure that was getting closer.

Finally, when he got closer, he suddenly found that there were five skeletons!

Three fell to the ground, and two sat with their backs to each other.

Clothes draped haphazardly over bones.

From a distance, I thought it was five living people!
"Ah!" Tang Tiantian suddenly screamed, staggering.

Wang Zheng reacted quickly, leaped out with a stride, wrapped her right arm around her shoulder, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"He, they... These are the clothes of our Jiu Tang Sect..." Tang Tiantian's voice trembled, her face was pale, and she couldn't believe what she saw.

hiss……

People from the Nine Tang Sect?
Could it be that Tang Tiantian said before, five of the eight people who entered the secret realm more than 100 years ago?

Well, one went crazy and was taken back to the sect, and the other two were unknown.

Maybe something happened on the way here, or maybe they were confused by puppets on the first floor of the hall and killed each other, that's unknown.

How could they break into the second floor?

Why hasn't the mechanism on the first floor been destroyed?
Could it be that this hall can also repair itself?
Questions flashed across Wang Zheng's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this organ palace was quite strange.

It took a long time for Tang Tiantian to recover, but she still clings to Wang Zheng's arms: "Brother Zheng, I'm so scared, please hug me for a while..."

"...Okay!" Wang Zheng couldn't refuse her, so he could only comfort her, "Don't be afraid, Tiantian. These seniors don't seem to have died suddenly."

"Oh?"

Others couldn't help asking questions.

"You see, although their clothes are old and tattered after years of accumulation, they don't look like they were damaged by external force after a fierce fight. It's just a little strange, why didn't they wear them?"

"And the weapons are neatly placed on the ground, there are no traces of fighting."

While explaining, Wang Zheng picked up an old brocade bag and rummaged through the contents.

"Brother Zheng, how did they die?" Wu Tuntian asked sullenly.

Wang Zheng thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice a creepy conclusion: "I guess, these seniors died of hunger and thirst!"

"Oh no?!"

Everyone else was shocked!
"Hungry and thirsty? Can't they feel it? Why don't they run?" Tang Tiantian couldn't believe it.

"Could it be that you're stuck here and can't get out?" Zheng Xueqi also frowned and said.

"Look, they don't have any dry food in their brocade bags. After a hundred years, there should be at least some moldy residue!" Wang Zheng explained, "Maybe they have experienced something terrible, and they can't recover if they want to go out. Alright."

"Then why did someone else run out?" Chun He wondered.

Wang Zheng shook his head. He didn't know the reason for this. After all, that person was crazy. He just said, "The main hall! The main hall! They're all dead! They're all dead!"

Everyone thought about it, but came to no conclusion.

Looking around, there is no secret passage.

Wang Zheng used the poison detector again, and there were no abnormal indicators in the air and spiritual fluid.

I had no choice but to ask Sikong Soul for help: "Master, there is nothing wrong with this liquid, right?"

Sikonghun hesitated for a moment, then said lightly: "There is nothing wrong with this spiritual liquid itself..."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's practice quickly." Pan Xiaojing, who had barely made a sound before, shouted excitedly, "Captain Wang can conjure food and water, and we won't die of hunger and thirst!"

The lively and savage Tang Tiantian's face was even more sad.

Pan Xiaojing stuck out her tongue, and quickly explained: "Sister Tiantian, I didn't do it on purpose."

"It's nothing, they've all been dead for a hundred years," Tang Tiantian wiped her eyes, "I just think of their despair when they were dying, and it hurts a little."

Everyone sighed.

The opportunity is rare, since there is no abnormality in the spiritual liquid, hurry up and practice.

However, a group of people thought of an embarrassing problem at the same time - there is only one spiritual liquid pool, but the seven people are male and female.

It is too extravagant to enter the pool in two groups in turn.

"Uh, why don't I buy a curtain and a bracket to separate it from the middle?" Wang Zheng suggested.

Chun He thought for a while, then waved her hand and said, "Okay, hurry up, don't bother! We believe in your character, when you two get there, just don't turn your head to peek!"

Wang Zheng and Wu Tuntian obediently went around to the other side of the spiritual liquid pool.

The two teams, men and women, began to take off their clothes rustlingly.

"Wow! Sister Chunhe has a great figure! Sister Xueqi is so talented!" the little witch exaggeratedly exclaimed.

"My sister is not bad either, she is so juicy and her skin is so good!"

"Sister Xiaojing's skin is so white!"

"Hehe, girl Tiantian has such a sweet mouth!"

Several women chirped and flattered each other amusedly.

Hearing Wang Zheng's heart itch, it took great self-control to resist not looking back.

"Hey, brother Zheng, your muscles are so muscular! Tsk tsk, your skin is still so white!" Wu Tuntian suddenly praised in a low voice.

"Damn! What are you looking at, big guy!" Wang Zheng said angrily, "I'm a straight man! Straight man! I only like women!"

"Oh." Wu Tuntian nodded again and again, "But Boss, you are really white."

"Go to hell!" Wang Zheng kicked the big guy directly, kicking him into the spiritual liquid pool.

Unexpectedly, Tang Tiantian exclaimed from the other side: "Oh, brother Zheng's figure is really good!"

Chun He also turned her head to look carelessly, and said proudly: "Of course, can our men be inferior?"

"The muscles are really great." Zheng Xueqi was unwilling to let her go, she turned her head and looked at it fiercely, "A head of fiery red hair is really wild!"

Wang Zheng almost fainted: "Hey, I said women-sex-wolves! You told me and Tuntian not to peek, but you... Forget it, I'm afraid of you!"

Covering the key parts with both hands, he jumped into the spiritual liquid pool with a "plop".

"Hehehe..."

The five women laughed wildly.

Out of the corner of the little witch's eyes, she caught a glimpse of Sikong Soul, Mu Wantian and Huo Jiao in mid-air, and exclaimed: "Oh, I forgot that Senior Sikong and they are here!"

"what!"

The laughter of the women immediately turned into piercing screams, and they all covered the relevant parts, jumping into the spirit liquid pool like dumplings.

Wang Zheng also reacted, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey, you are an old and disrespectful guy, how dare you peek at my wives! Hurry up and go back to the Requiem Wood!"

Sikonghun let out a dry cough, his old face was almost red, he did not refute for the first time, and slid back to the Requiem Wood.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mu Wantian quickly went back to the Requiem Wood.

Only the Huo Jiao Spirit Body still retorted: "Master Long, I didn't see anything! I only saw a few beautiful backs, and Wang Zheng's round..."

"Shut up, Selong!" Wang Zheng was furious, "If you talk nonsense again, I will burn your requiem wood!"

Huo Jiao trembled in fright, and quickly crawled obediently onto the Requiem Wood.

After such a toss, some time wasted.

Everyone quickly calm down and meditate.

The effect of the spirit liquid pool is really extraordinary, it is far beyond the comparison of the spirit chamber of the disciple of Xianyunzong, even the spirit vein in the ancient tomb that trapped Sikong soul.

Wang Zheng only felt that his whole body was surrounded by a strong aura.

With one breath and one breath, a large amount of pure spiritual liquid soaked into the skin from tens of thousands of pores, nourishing the bones, flesh and blood, and warming the meridians.

Xiao Zhoutian's mental method was activated naturally, speeding up the flow of spiritual fluid.

Millions of tiny veins and blood vessels disperse and digest a large amount of spiritual liquid, and drive the waste impurities and dirt in the body to be excreted from the body.

A trickle of water also becomes a river.

Countless spiritual fluids gathered in the dantian, providing continuous nourishment to Wang Zheng's meridians throughout his body.

The gas-gathering layer is the exchange of spiritual energy inside and outside the body. When monks launch exercises, they use spiritual energy outside the body.

The solid channel layer stabilizes a considerable amount of spiritual energy in the meridians, and can be dispatched from the body when needed.

Therefore, in an environment where spiritual energy is cut off, monks at the gas-gathering layer are not much better than ordinary mortals, while the solid-mai layer still has the capital and ability to launch a battle of martial arts.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Zheng's body became lighter and lighter, the spiritual fluid in his body accumulated more and more, and the meridians in various places gradually became thicker.

In his head, he felt a little dizzy.

Suddenly, the figure of a middle-aged woman gradually appeared in my mind.

"Zhenger... Zhenger..."

The middle-aged woman seemed to be calling.

"Are you calling me?" Wang Zheng was a little uncertain about his consciousness.

"Yes, my zither."

The middle-aged woman smiled kindly, but her face was a little blurry, no matter how hard Wang Zheng tried, she couldn't see clearly.

"Who are you, why do you call me Zheng'er?" Wang Zheng was even more surprised.

"Silly boy, of course I will call you Zhenger, because I am your mother." The middle-aged woman replied gently.

Mother……

mother!

Wang Zheng muttered.

How strange and extravagant this ordinary word in other people's mouths is to him!
He grew up alone in an orphanage with no father or mother.

Looking at the children with happy smiles on the street and on the TV, being dragged by their parents to go shopping and play, the pain in my heart is extremely painful, blood dripping and tears streaming down my face!
I asked the aunt in the orphanage countless times, who is my father and mother?
Always get the same answer, they went far, far away.

Countless nights, I woke up crying and shouting from sad dreams, why do other people have fathers and mothers, why don't I?

why?
Countless nights, tossing and turning, difficult to fall asleep, sad tears soaked the pillow, quilt cover, why parents do not want me?
why!
Although he later met his good friend Fatty Li Dong, as well as Fatty's father and mother, an unexpected car accident mercilessly took the lives of Fatty's parents!
Since then, the two have depended on each other, facing ups and downs together, relying on each other with their thin and small bodies, shouldering heavy pressure on their weak shoulders, and going through countless hardships together!
Mom, this word is so strange, so extravagant!
Now, it touched the softest part of my heart!
"Mom, is it really you?" Wang Zheng asked with a trembling voice.

"Silly boy, it's my mother who's sorry for you." The middle-aged woman said softly, "You have to practice here with peace of mind, so that you won't see me in the future."

"Okay! Mom, don't worry! I will definitely work hard here!" Wang Zheng agreed excitedly.

"Okay, good boy. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." The middle-aged woman smiled softly, as if she was about to leave.

"Mom, don't go away!" Wang Zheng tried to reach out to reach the other party, but he couldn't reach it anyway. "Ah, ah, what's going on? By the way, tell me your mobile phone number!"

"Mobile phone?" The middle-aged woman seemed to be taken aback, "Oh, you can practice with peace of mind and don't think about anything else."

"No, wait a minute!"

Wang Zheng struggled to stand up, feeling a little hungry, staggered to the side of the spiritual liquid pool, and groped to find the Huawei mobile phone.

Swipe open the screen saver with your thumb, and when you see the familiar interface, a flash of lightning suddenly flashes across your mind!
In an instant, I broke out in a cold sweat!
(End of this chapter)