Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 102: The Drained Wushuang Tower Monk

"That's it?"

Han Yu opened his eyes and looked inward, looking at the mysterious symbol on the fat belly of the bottle, and couldn't help feeling absurd.

He is a monk from a prefecture!

Is this the only rune you changed in the end?

How is this possible? After all, if we throw those monks into the water, we can hear a sound. How can they be worth only one rune in the bottle?
"You won't give me an explanation? What is going on?"

Han Yu asked the angry boy with his arms folded.

Little Liuli said sullenly, looking like an eggplant hit by frost.

"It's only 30% recovered. There's nothing to be proud of."

After saying this, I felt very depressed. My recovery was becoming more and more abnormal, while Pingzi's recovery was getting more and more on track.

What went wrong?
Thirty percent?

Han Yu was stunned. He had no idea in his mind. Is this a lot or a little?

Judging from the depressed look of the spirit of the artifact, does it mean that this incident has revived a large part of the bottle?

Immediately, he noticed the two extra tiny hands of the weapon spirit and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Zhao, it's okay that you have my childhood face, but what a freak you look like now."

Little Liuli grew weirder and weirder, and his hands even grew out from his ears, which really scared him.

These words were like a ignition of a powder keg. Little Liuli's mentality exploded on the spot, and she danced wildly in her sea of ​​consciousness...

-

Five days later.

Mohist meeting hall.

My cousin was summoned here in confusion. He had been deeply engaged in the research of independent flying magic tools during this period. Just when he had made some progress, his cousin came to find him.

After entering the meeting hall, the "three idlers" of the Mohist school were waiting for him leisurely.

Sixth uncle Mo Xingyi has never been fond of mechanical arts and has been in charge of the Mo family's external mechanical business. I heard that he is currently selling flying shuttles to all the major sects and has even cooperated with the imperial court.

If he could really expand his business and popularize flying shuttles, maybe in the future not only cultivators but even ordinary people would use flying shuttles instead of horses and carriages, making travel between states more convenient.

As the clan leader and the head of the Shen Ji Academy, Mo Yushu is responsible for the affairs of the entire Mo family on a daily basis. Naturally, it is impossible for him to immerse himself in the art of mechanical engineering like other members of the Mo family.

Mr. Qiu is Mo Yushu's right-hand man, and he is in charge of most of the Mo family's daily arrangements.

The idlers' remarks are just slander. These three people are either not seen when they are busy, or they just have a few days off.

Mo Yushu saw his son come in and handed him a piece of paper with a strange expression. This was the news brought back by his sixth son. He had read it several times, and the more he read it, the more strange it seemed.

"Xiu Wen, take a look at this."

My cousin took the letter with a puzzled look on his face and looked at it carefully.

hiss!
The content seen at the first glance was extremely explosive. Does this mean that the entire group of cultivators in Yanbo Mansion has fallen?
How did it fall?

The cause was that the guards of Yanbo City went to Tianshui Sect to look for their own lord in charge, but they didn't expect that they were almost scared to death when they arrived there.

Outside the Tianshui Sect, there were thousands of cultivators densely sitting, each of them was like an old monk in meditation, with no expression of joy or sadness on their faces.

The palace guards finally found the garrison commander among the crowd, only to discover that their own garrison commander was in such a strange state.

He tried calling out, but Xu Yin just slowly opened his eyes upon hearing the voice, looked at his subordinate calmly, and then continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

It wasn't just him. The palace guards tried to shake the monks around them one by one and found that they were all the same.

The whole area was so eerily quiet that not even the chirping of birds, animals or insects could be heard. A chilling feeling ran up my spine and I immediately ran back, crawling away.

In just two days, the matter was quickly brought to the court, and caused quite a stir in the world of monks.

All the big sects with some respectability were invited to Yanbo Mansion by the court. Faced with a group of monks in meditation, the high-level monks from these big sects were all at a loss and could not find any problems at all.

In the end, each of the Nine Sects of Tianyuan received a letter on their desks. Faced with such a major event, the Nine Sects naturally could not sit idly by, and each of the nine sects sent people to rush over.

"What your Sixth Uncle and Master Qiu saw and heard is in the back, take a look."

Mo Yushu said in a deep voice.

My cousin turned another page and looked at it quickly.

According to the combined opinion after the nine sects' examination, this group of monks did not have any physical problems. Instead, they were in extremely good condition. The so-called state of meditation was actually a kind of mental cultivation.

But what the people of Jiuzong could not understand was that this state seemed to be compulsory, could not be interrupted, and continued forever.

What’s even more terrifying is that this group of monks in meditation have basically lost all their ability to act. As long as they don’t come out of meditation for one day, they will not be able to function like normal people.

Even now, it needs artificial feeding to maintain its body functions.

Things are indeed strange and particularly bizarre.

"But what does this have to do with me? Why did you call me over?"

Although my cousin was also interested in this kind of anecdote, what was the point of calling him over to see it? He was good at machinery, so it was useless to ask him about this kind of thing.

Mo Xingzhi glanced at him strangely and spoke slowly.

"In fact, there is one thing that has not been recorded. It was agreed upon by the nine parties."

At this point, the three people in the meeting hall looked at my cousin with strange eyes.

"At the scene, a pill was found on the body of Tianshui Sect's leader Lou Yanwen. It is a pill that can speed up the speed of cultivation just by keeping it nearby!" My cousin's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

No way!
As soon as he heard the word "elixir", a figure appeared in his mind, especially this figure was very likely to appear there.

"I sent a message saying that the Tianshui Sect of Yanbo Prefecture is looking for him. It can't be him, right?"

My cousin muttered softly.

"Your friend may have accidentally screwed Wushuanglou."

It was the old butler who interrupted, and his tone was firm, as if he had determined that it was Han Yu.

The discovery of such a top-grade elixir naturally caused a sensation. With people from all nine sects present, the elixir naturally could not belong to one person, so it was immediately decided that all nine sects would study it together.

Wushuang Tower promised the other eight companies that it would share the research results of the elixir, so it borrowed the elixir first.

After hurriedly returning to the sect, he immediately summoned his own pharmacist in the God-Gazing Realm and a group of disciples in the Other Shore Realm to begin conducting experiments.

"That's great!"

That doesn’t sound like a big deal, my cousin said in confusion.

"Don't worry, listen to what Master Qiu has to say."

Mo Xingzhi seemed to have thought of something funny and couldn't help laughing.

The old butler Gu Bo also smiled without showing any fear.

"According to the news, the great pharmacist of Wushuang Building analyzed the body for a whole day and night, and the group of disciples were taken out for emergency treatment the next day. I heard that they were just skin and bones, and their qi and blood were depleted. It was a horrible sight."

I finally understand why these three people are so sure that it is Han Yu. Just after hearing the symptoms, my cousin was absolutely sure that this was definitely the work of Han Yu. Only he could have such an outrageous effect and such serious side effects.

Even the Transcendent Realm can be turned into a Ginseng King, so a mere Spirit-Peeping Realm will only cause a loss of Qi and blood, and seems not worth mentioning.

But there was something wrong with the expressions of several people.

This time, Han Yu made a bigger noise than the last time, and affected a wider area.

Mo Yushu pondered with a serious face, then looked up at his cousin.

"Do you have a clear idea of ​​whether your friend is good or evil?"

After all, he had misjudged the ability of Han Yu's elixir. Considering the number of cultivators in this prefecture who were insane, this ability was already enough to be feared.

If this is an evil and crooked way, the Mohist School must not help him cover it up anymore, and may even tell the other eight schools about it.

Mo Yushu was extremely conflicted at the moment. If he had pointed out the matter of King Shen directly at the beginning, it would have been better. Maybe he could have gained the favor of a few parties.

If this were to be exposed later and it were to be discovered that the Mohist School knew about it, it would be difficult to explain.

It seems that there is no need to expose the thunder afterwards. We can explain it to the eight schools here. Let's not talk about anything else. These eight old immortals who drank the bath water of the Ginseng King will not let go of the Mohist School.

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

My cousin naturally heard the hidden meaning in Mo Yushu's words, and quickly waved his hands and said, "He is definitely not a bad person, he should be a good person...right!"

Mo Yushu glanced at him helplessly, then looked at his sixth brother and the old housekeeper and asked, "Since you helped to conceal it once, let me help you again. What do you think?"

The old butler nodded. He would never object to Mo Yushu's decisions.

Mo Xingzhi suddenly raised his head and smiled, "When did we help him? We don't know anything at all, so how can we hide anything?"

This made Mo Yushu suddenly understand. That's right! Just bite it to death and don't know.

-

Jiyang Peak, Wushuang Tower.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with slightly gray hair on his temples, a small tuft of white hair on top of his head, and a resolute face, sat at the desk, listening calmly to his disciples' reports, tapping the table with his fingers from time to time.

"The second group of disciples entered the ten-meter range to practice. Their practice speed was indeed impressive. After the forced interruption of practice for half a day, the elders checked and found that they had consumed 30% of their Qi and blood. However, none of the disciples who were practicing felt their Qi and blood being lost."

Bian Renjie did not give up. It would be a pity to give up such a powerful elixir. This time he was prepared and prepared a second group of disciples to conduct the experiment.

"Have you ever tried to peek into the divine realm?"

Bian Renjie asked, knocking on the table.

The disciple bowed quickly and responded.

"I have personally tried it out. I can no longer improve my cultivation in the Spirit-Seeking Realm. However, when the True Essence is accelerated, the Qi and blood will also be lost."

"Moreover, the loss process is very slow and subtle. If it weren't for the elder beside me who was so sure, I wouldn't believe that I had consumed 30% of my blood and energy in just half a day. If you are a dedicated practitioner, it is very easy to lose all your blood and energy and die."

Bian Renjie's face immediately turned gloomy.

In other words, this elixir is only effective below the level of the Spiritual Seeking Realm, but the accompanying deficiency of Qi and blood is a big problem, and practicing it for a long time can be fatal. Isn't it not as magical as imagined?

"What would happen if I ate it?"

Bian Renjie thought for a moment and asked.

The subordinate also had a conflicted look on his face, because he had also asked the sect's pharmacist about this question.

"Our sect's pharmacist estimates that even a person at the God-Seeking Realm would die if they took it."

It's useless, I can only make an estimate. Bian Renjie didn't ask any more questions. It has been several days. If the elixir can be analyzed, the result should have come out long ago.

It's a pity that the Great Elder is still studying the King of Ginseng...

　After seeing some book friends’ comments, I didn’t know that the protagonist of my novel was a time traveler!
　　
　
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