Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng felt that he had to find a way to find a fake secret book.

Then he strengthened the true secret book of the sword spectrum.

There is a knife but there is no secret book about it!

It was such a waste of the Ghost head knife in the hands of heaven that the pearl was covered in dust.

Fang Zheng, who had ruined a cafeteria with a faint chill in the night light, was troubled by another, more troubling matter.

Before he could solve the problem of finding the fake secret book, he had to solve the biggest problem in front of him.

He has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation!

Recently, whether it was training for "King kong is not bad," or training for" Voldemort King Kong Seal," it was obvious that the progress had slowed down.

He was unable to enter the country until the later stage and was stuck in the middle stage bottleneck.

Practicing martial arts is like practicing one's life.

Only when the qi and blood of a martial arts practitioner are strong can he be restrained and tyrannical. If the qi and blood are not strong, then the whole body will accumulate. Cultivation is like a swamp staggering, and the god is covered with dust.

Poor scholars, rich martial arts.

His blood was strong.

The ancient wisdom of thousands of years had long concluded the importance of qi and blood to martial arts practitioners.

In the three secret books of the Fang Zheng society, more than once, they emphasized the importance of qi and blood to martial artists.

Fang Zheng was still not strong enough in qi and blood, his body was covered in dust, and the qi of life essence was not enough to support the needs of martial arts practice. It was unrealistic to rely on ordinary blood to meet the growing needs of martial arts practice, and to replenish the deficit of the body.

The bottleneck in martial arts training alone could be seen.

"I'm afraid in a few days, even the Sun Golden Bell Cover will start to slow down."

Fang Zheng was worried.

Since he had taken the six flavors of rehmannia pills that he did not know what was going on, a few hours of cultivation was equivalent to a few years for others, and ten years of hard work. Although the speed of entering the country was fast, the burden on his body was also multiplied.

Since ancient times, you can't have both fish and bear paws.

"It seems that these three runes will not be able to be saved." Fang Zheng was a little depressed.

"I was just thinking about getting rich once in a while. The remaining three runes were left for other, more important purposes, but the emergence of the training bottleneck disrupted my plan."

To put it bluntly, it's not because of poverty! It's because of poverty! Because of poverty!

That's why Fang Zheng was so stingy and meticulous that he was afraid of wasting a valuable opportunity. But now it looks like there's no way to save.

Unless he wants to spend his whole life being stingy and then rely on ordinary blood food to maintain the lowest level of cultivation consumption.

Fang Zheng looked up at the sky with 45 degrees of hesitation. It was really heartbreaking.

Four seasons hall pharmacy.

When Fang Zheng arrived at the pharmacy outside the neighborhood, it was not until 23: 00 when it was closed.

"Old yang, old yang, do you have any blood tonic or something?"

When Fang Zheng stormed into the four seasons hall pharmacy, his face froze. He saw that the person sitting behind the transparent glass counter was not the pharmacy owner, but a 12-year-old girl in high school uniform.

A delicate face, wearing a pair of conservative thick black-framed glasses, with two ponytails tied behind his head, gave people the first look like a good girl, a good baby.

He was doing his homework while looking at the store.

"Hiss!"

Fang Zheng was so scared that his liver trembled, and he suddenly felt a headache. At this point, he even met this girl's film.

Take a deep breath. The back of your teeth are really cold.

"Hehe." Daughter of the drugstore owner.

Fang Zheng's eye muscles twitched a few times, "Xiao xue, where's your father?"

The boss's daughter looked at Fang Zheng and didn't say anything, but her eyes under the thick, rustic frame were clearly laughing.

See, this is why Fang Zheng has a headache. Seeing the daughter of the drugstore owner, you can tell with one look that she is mocking you.

The pharmacy owner's daughter looked at you coldly.

And he gave you a mocking look.

You were mocked by the eyes of a junior high school student.

So you vomited blood,

Pawn.

Fang Zheng was thick-skinned and directly ignored the shop owner's daughter's sarcastic and murderous eyes. He said, "Xiao xue, is there any medicine that nourishes and nourishes the blood well?"

"Donkey-hide gelatin, Donkey glue blood nourishing granules, black chicken and white phoenix pill, Mrs. Le blood nourishing oral liquid, qixuekang oral liquid, meiyuan heme, motherwort..."

Fang Zheng was stunned.

As a man, he really didn't have the experience to buy these. The key is that he didn't need to specially replenish his blood normally. He didn't expect to ask casually that there were so many nourishing and nourishing blood.

The pharmacy owner's daughter didn't even need to think about it. She gave out more than a dozen names at once. There were seven or eight names, even professional chemical names with obscure words. He had never heard of these words.

Looking at the daughter of the drugstore owner under the junior high school uniform, she suddenly rose to a new level.

But why did he suddenly feel so ashamed?

A big man went to the pharmacy in the middle of the night to buy donkey-hide gelatin, Donkey glue, motherwort...

Then I asked a junior high school girl which one was more effective...

Elmar.

The style of the painting was not right.

Fang Zheng braced himself. Now he just wanted to buy it and leave quickly. He said, "Xiao xue, other than that Mrs. Le yangxue oral liquid, I'll take all the other blood tonic medicine."

Since I don't know which one is effective, I'll just buy all of them.

After going home, try it slowly.

Huh?

Why do you always feel that there is something wrong with the style of painting?

The drugstore owner's daughter looked at Fang Zheng, her lovely white face like porcelain, with a sneer, "Motherwort, also known as tu (ī), ch (舻) wei (wèi), is a plant of the lip-shaped family and the motherwort family. It has the effect of promoting blood circulation and regulating menstruation, treating irregular menstruation in women, dysmenorrhea, dystocia due to fetal leakage, postpartum dizziness, diuresis, swelling, contraction of the uterus, and the exclusive main medicine for gynecological diseases. Also known as the friendship of women."

The pharmacy owner's daughter recited it like a stream of water, saying in a familiar breath, xueba!

Mud and coal.

Fang Zheng was horrified.

What men don't have, it's all in this medicine. Motherwort, I didn't expect you to be such a dishonest medicine.

"Who said I bought it for myself?"

"When did I say that?"

"How can I buy it for myself?"

"Stop joking."

Fang Zheng smiled awkwardly, "Can't I buy it for my girlfriend?"

With a sneer, the pharmacy owner's daughter calmly said, "So this is why you bought the liuwei dihuang pill last time?"

Poof!

The single dog received 100,000 critical hits.

Fang Zheng's face turned black at that time, "This is nightmares and night sweats. It's a body deficiency, not a kidney deficiency! And last time, it was you who handed me the six tastes of rehmannia pills!"

Fang Zheng tried to salvage his image.

Therefore, he had always been very reluctant to deal with the daughter of the pharmacy owner.

The cold expression, the cold smile in his eyes, and the poison in his mouth made no grass grow within three miles.

Then, Fang Zheng picked up donkey-hide gelatin, Donkey glue, black chicken and white phoenix pill, motherwort under the smiling eyes of the owner's daughter... He ran out of the pharmacy in a panic.

Holding donkey-hide gelatin, motherwort... Hurry home and try to see if it can strengthen the blood tonic medicine, whether it can break through the bottleneck of cultivation depends on these.

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