Chapter 5 Xiao Yuandan

There was almost no road in the whole mountain peak, and there were strange rocks everywhere. He tried to take a step and stepped on a very small mountain rock in the peak body. He exerted a little effort and found that he could withstand his own weight. Then he worked hard with one foot and climbed up with his hands. Thanks to his strength, he was strong and effortless with one hand. You can pull up your body, otherwise the physical consumption alone will be enough for him.

Just climbing up step by step. There are not many places on the peak body that can be borrowed, and some places are broken as soon as they are touched. Of course, there are also many sharp stones, very sharp. In less than a cup of tea, Jing Ping's hands are already scarred, elbows, knees, and even his cloth shoes have been cut. The skin and flesh inside were cut a lot, and the blood kept flowing. Even if the wound was not big, the superimposed pain was not something that ordinary people could bear at all. If he hadn't felt any gasp until now, I'm afraid he would have fallen off long ago.

Every step he climbed, his skin was full of needle stinging pain. At the same time, he had to carefully test whether the mountain stone could borrow power. The physical consumption was nothing to Jing Ping, but the pain and extremely nervous nerves made him feel unbearable.

It's night now. Jing Ping has only climbed to half of the peak body. The blood from the wounds on his body has dyed his limbs red. Under the moonlight, he looks like a blood man.

He frowned with hot pain in the wound. When he grabbed a mountain stone with one hand, the mountain stone suddenly broke, and Jing Ping fell down in an instant. In the crisis, Jing Ping's eyes were like an eagle, and his pupils suddenly shrank. Suddenly, he pulled out two knives and inserted them into the peak body horizontally. His feet stepped on the knife so firmly. On the surface.

"Hu" exhaled a deep breath. The situation just now scared his heart to beat. He rubbed the part of his heart. When his heartbeat became normal, he once again focused on the mountain and continued to climb.

The sky in the east has begun to appear white, and the sun has slowly risen, marking the beginning of a new day.

At this time, Jing Ping could climb to the top of the peak. His body was full of cracked openings, and the blood flowing out had been scars. Even if he was so powerful, he was constantly breathing. The physical consumption was not the most serious, but the most serious was the mental consumption. This was the most tiring in his life.

After breathing for a few breaths, Jing Ping found that there were two people standing in front of him, an old man with white hair, and Zhang Heng standing behind the old man with his hands bent.

At this time, the old man suddenly said, "Zhang Heng, you have completed a good task. The child's physique, strength and mind are all very good, especially perseverance, which is even more rare. He is a good seedling of martial arts."

"It's all the master's good teaching, and the disciples dare not make contributions." Zhang Heng said respectfully, and at the same time, he bent down a little.

"Haha, you boy is really slippery. You found the apprentice. What does it have to do with me?" The old man touched a handful of goatee and said with a smile.

"Master's martial arts skills are strong, Hong Fu Qitian, the reason why disciples can find such a good seedling is definitely the blessing of the master. How can they say that it doesn't matter?" Zhang Heng said with a serious face, as if telling the truth.

"Haha, okay, your task completion is very good. I will report it to the door owner. You can settle this boy first, and come to me to get the reward after the placement is finished." The old man waved his hand slightly, looked at Jing Ping, and then said to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng was happy when he heard the words and said, "Disciple, Jing Ping, why don't you come and see your master?"

Jing Ping's heart moved and immediately understood that this was Zhang Heng's master, that is, Yang Tian, the left guardian in the door, who was in charge of the distribution of the gang's elixir. He did not hesitate at all, nor did he care about the pain in his body. He turned his head and said at the same time, "Jing Ping, the sixth disciple of Zhenwumen, visited his master and wished the master a happy East China Sea and a long life. Bi Nanshan."

Yang Tianle's eyes narrowed, kept touching his goatee, and said, "Okay, okay, get up. Come to the master to get a little Yuandan later, which is a gift for the apprentice."

When Zhang Heng heard the words, there was a trace of jealousy in his eyes. Although Jing Ping did not know what the "Xiaoyuan Dan" was, he saw the flashing jealousy in Zhang Heng's eyes, he suddenly realized that this thing was absolutely extraordinary, and then kowtowed and thanked, said a lot of flattery, and kept touching Yang Tian. My own goatee.

After a while, Yang Tian left. Zhang Heng took Jing Ping and walked slowly along the woods at the top of the peak. He suddenly stopped and looked at Jing Ping behind him.

"Do you know what Xiaoyuandan is?" Zhang Heng asked.

"The disciple doesn't know, but it must be an extremely precious thing. It's too wasteful to use such a precious thing on the disciple. It can be used on the master to complement each other. When the disciple gets the Xiaoyuan elixir, he will immediately use it to honor the master."

When Jing Ping heard the words, he immediately said such a thing.

His heart is dripping with blood, but there is no leakage on his face, with a loyal face.

"That's not good. I, the master, haven't given you anything yet. You just gave me such a thing. No, I can't take it." There was a trace of joy in Zhang Heng's eyes, and then said "seriously".

Jing Ping scolded in his heart, but he still said with a moved face: "One day as a teacher, a father for life, please ask the master to fulfill the filial piety of the disciple, otherwise the disciple can't sleep at night, and his heart will suffer."

Zhang Heng said awe-inspiringly, "How can this be? In case the others in the door know, isn't it because I blackmailed my apprentice!"

Jing Ping bit his teeth and scolded in his heart at the same time. What an old dog! I want to be a bitch and set up an archway! But the touching color on his face turned serious in an instant, and he said, "How could it be like this!" This is a matter between me and my master. How could anyone else know about it? Doesn't that make people say that the disciples are deliberately pretentious! Disciples don't want to covet those false reputations. They just want to accompany the master all year round and listen to the master's teachings for many years.

Zhang Heng pretended to refuse several times, and finally reluctantly accepted Jing Ping's filial piety.

With the great benefits, Zhang Heng's face was expressionless, but the joy revealed in his eyes betrayed his real thoughts. Jing Ping scolded secretly for a while, and then comforted himself. Under the roof, he had to bow his head and sooner or later ask the old dog to spit it out with profit.

Zhang Heng took him to turn left and right, and finally came to a yard.

When the door of the courtyard was opened, a stream of medicinal herbs came and the fragrance came. It took a deep breath, which suddenly boosted Jing Ping's tired spirit. When he took a closer look, the whole yard was full of unnamed medicinal herbs, trees, and several small animals appeared from time to time. There was a small room behind the yard, and the room was connected with ten Several large and small houses were wrapped in a circle, and in the middle of the circle were two attices. Jing Ping carefully observed that the space between the rooms was not large, that is to say, what happened here could be heard in the yard next to it. At the same time, there was only one way to enter here, and the other places were vertical. There is no other way to enter the peak body.

"This is a circle. Half of our circle here is the Medicine Valley, and the half circle behind you is the Xing Valley. Except for illness and injury, or someone in the sect has completed the task, someone will come to our Medicine Valley when the elixir reward is distributed. The rest of the time, no outsiders will disturb you. As for the two attices in the middle, one is the refinery. One is the Martial Arts Secret Pavilion. The left guardian lives in the refining pharmacy. There are four elders taking turns to take care of them. As for the Martial Arts Secret Pavilion, the right guardian horse is living, and there are also four elders in turn. Don't rush around. So many elders in the door are not vegetarian.

Jing Ping nodded repeatedly when he heard the words. At the same time, he regarded the two attices in the center as an extremely dangerous place. He made up his mind that in addition to being summoned, he should avoid walking even if he usually walks.

"You can take a break here first. I'll live next to the pharmacy. After the rest, you can go to the pharmacy to visit your master." When he said that when he visited the master, Zhang Heng's tone was stunned.

"Master, don't worry, my disciples know." Jing Ping said another promise. Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction and threw a small bottle into Jing Ping's hand. "It's healing powder inside. Apply it to the injured place on your body. It works quickly." As soon as the words fell to the ground, Zhang Heng did not look back. He went out step by step and turned away.

Opening the bottle, there was a green powder inside, and a cool smell came out. Jing Ping applied all the wounds on his body with healing according to Zhang Heng's method. Suddenly, the hot wound began to cool down.

"Huh" exhaled deeply. At this time, Jing Ping was extremely exhausted. He climbed all night, extremely nervous spirit, and dealt with Zhang Heng's mind, which made him not want to think about anything anymore. He pushed open the door and fell into a piece of wood** in the room. He fell asleep like this. It doesn's all for now. Everything is said to be cultivated and spirited.

When he woke up, Jing Ping only felt that his spirit was indescribably good. At the same time, the wounds on his body also began to scar, and there was an itchy feeling. This was the performance of the body returning to normal! Jing Ping was secretly surprised in his heart that this healing powder was really a good thing.

There was a sound of "cooing~~~" in his stomach. From yesterday to now, Jing Ping has not eaten anything. The feeling of hunger in his stomach made him want to even eat the door. He quickly opened the door and ran to the yard.

As soon as he opened the door of the courtyard, he found Zhang Heng standing at the door. Jing Ping was shocked, but naturally bent down and saluted, "See you, Master."

Zhang Heng was holding a food box in his hand and saw Jing Ping saluteing. He said gently on the surface, "I estimate that you should wake up. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday. This is the meal I got for you in the kitchen. You can eat it quickly."

Jing Ping knelt in front of Zhang Heng with a plop. At the same time, his emotions moved, and tears flashed in his eyes. His voice trembled and said, "How dare you bother Master to deliver food to his disciples? I'm ashamed."

Zhang Heng quickly picked up Jing Ping and said at the same time, "You and my master and apprentice, like father and son, these should be made. Eat the food quickly. After dinner, you have to visit your ancestor."

Jing Ping scolded in his heart. Sure enough, it was because of this matter. For a small Yuandan, since he cooked for me in person.

At the same time, I am more sure that this little Yuandan is a good thing, otherwise why does this old dog put down so much and want this thing?