"You...are you a flower demon?" Yang Che stared at the seven-leaf flowers and asked bravely.
"So be it. I think you are very hungry. Go to the stone grid and find a yellow jade bottle. You can take one of the pills in it." The ethereal voice said again.
When Yang Che heard this, his heavy legs that were about to run away from the grotto couldn't help but stop.
The temptation to have something to eat was too great.
He walked hard to the stone grid and found the yellow jade bottle that the flower demon had mentioned. When he opened it, a burst of medicinal fragrance suddenly hit his nostrils. Just by smelling it, he felt that he was no longer so hungry.
Originally hesitant, he quickly poured out a light yellow pill and took it in one gulp.
The pills smelled fragrant, but had no taste when eaten. However, after taking it, a warmth quickly flowed into the internal organs. Not only did the hunger disappear, but Yang Che could also clearly feel that his energy had recovered a lot.
"What kind of panacea is this? It's so miraculous." Yang Che had never heard of such a miraculous thing and was greatly confused.
"This is the 'Bigu Pill'. Take one and you won't feel hungry even if you don't eat for ten days." The flower demon explained.
Yang Che was overjoyed and firmly remembered the name of the elixir, 'Bigu Pill', and quietly put the entire yellow jade bottle into his arms.
"Then what's in these bottles?" Yang Che asked, pointing to the remaining three bottles.
"There are elixirs that can strengthen the body and strengthen the body, and there are also elixirs that specialize in treating external and internal injuries. But there are not many of them left," the flower demon said.
"Which one is for treating trauma?" Yang Che couldn't wait to ask as soon as he heard that there was an elixir for treating trauma.
"That's what's in the green jade bottle."
Yang Che quickly found the green jade bottle, poured out a green pill and swallowed it in one gulp. Not long after, he felt warmth coming from his waist, and his injuries were greatly alleviated.
"It's amazing." Yang Che's dark and thin face was full of excitement, and then he stared at all the items on the stone grid with burning eyes.
"Since you have the fate to break into this cave, these things will be yours from now on. Two of the three ancient books on the stone grid are immortal cultivation techniques, and the black scroll is a treasure map. If you are interested, You can practice the "Purple Yuan Jue" among them."
"The technique of cultivating immortality, "Purple Yuan Jue"?" Yang Che was a little confused when he heard it, but he still vaguely understood the word 'cultivating immortality'.
I vaguely remember hearing my grandfather tell me when I was a child that there are immortals in this world. Immortals can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and are omnipotent.
Although Yang Che was illiterate, he was clever by nature. He immediately turned around and pointed at the skeleton and said, "Is this person an immortal?"
"She is not an immortal yet, she is just an immortal cultivator. But she refined these elixirs. If you can become an immortal cultivator, you can also refine these elixirs like her. Do you...want to become an immortal cultivator? Who?" The flower demon suddenly became a little more seductive.
When Yang Che heard this, he was extremely excited and felt that his heartbeat was much faster than usual. Are you going to transfer yourself? If I could become an immortal cultivator, wouldn't grandpa's great revenge be avenged? He himself doesn't have to go hungry anymore, and he won't be bullied by the Yang Hu family, right?
Thinking of this, Yang Che asked eagerly in his heart: "Then what can I do to become an immortal cultivator?"
"I'll teach you. Just do as I say." There was a hint of excitement in the flower demon's voice, "By the way, what's your name?"
"My name is Yang Che."
"Okay, Yang Che, find the "Purple Yuan Jue" and bring it over, and I will teach you how to practice it."
"I...I can't read." Yang Che scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.
"You can't read? That's a bit troublesome, but it doesn't matter much. Just bring those three ancient books." The flower demon urged.
Yang Che walked to the stone grid, took down the three ancient books, came to the nursery again, and then spread the three ancient books on the ground one by one.
The flower demon said: "The first book on your right is "Purple Yuan Jue". There is a diagram on it, and I will explain the text and teach you. You practice according to what I say and refer to the diagram."
Yang Che was confused. He sat down cross-legged. According to what the flower demon said, it took him two full days just to recognize the meridians and acupuncture points on his body.
Next, Yang Che was even more confused by the complicated and mysterious Zi Yuan Jue cultivation method mentioned by the flower demon.
He was illiterate, and in his twelve years of life he had never been exposed to any strange meridians, sensing spiritual energy, or Dantian refining. This not only made him novel and exciting, but also made him feel that it was obscure and extremely difficult. Understand.
Just like that, another seven days later, Yang Che took another 'Bigu Pill'.
"Yang Che, how are you? Do you feel the air current in your Dantian?" the flower demon asked impatiently.
Yang Che shook his head and said helplessly: "Still not. Flower Demon, is it because I'm too stupid?" Yang Che felt a little ashamed at this moment. He felt that he had let down the Flower Demon's hard teachings over the past few days, and deep in his heart he felt even more There is a trace of fear, worried that he will never become an immortal cultivator.
The Flower Demon sighed helplessly, and suddenly asked: "How many Bigu Pills are left?"
Yang Che poured out all the Bigu Pills in the yellow jade bottle and counted them. There were still six pills in total.
"With the six pills plus the one you just took, you still have about seventy days at most to stay here. It seems that with your qualifications, you can practice the first level of Ziyuan Jue in seventy days. , it is a bit impossible to step into the first level of Qi Refining Stage." The flower demon seemed to realize that Yang Che's qualifications were not very good, and there was a hint of impatience and annoyance in his tone.
Yang Che didn't speak either. Somehow, at this moment, he suddenly no longer had any worries, and all he had was indifference and numbness towards his own fate. Deep in my heart, there was an unprecedented anger and hatred for God's injustice.
The grotto fell into silence, and Yang Che didn't speak again.
After a long time, the flower demon said: "Yang Che, you can pick off the top fruit on my body and eat it. Remember, you can only pick one. Otherwise, with your qualifications, take the third fruit." The two of them will definitely end up exploding to death."
The flower demon's voice was full of great pain and reluctance, mixed with helplessness.
Yang Che had no doubts about what the flower demon said. After hearing the words, he picked off a fruit that was as black as ink on the top of the flower and grass and swallowed it in one gulp.
The taste was not bad. This was how Yang Che felt when he first swallowed the black fruit. However, Yang Che immediately felt unbearable pain in his body.
Pain, pain that goes deep into the bone marrow!
As if there were thousands of ants attached to the bones, burrowing into the marrow and biting away bit by bit, Yang Che screamed, unable to even sit still, and fell to the ground and began to twitch.
He felt as if something had suddenly been stuffed into the meridians in his body, and they were so swollen that they were about to burst.
His vision went dark for a while, and he almost fainted several times, but the severe beatings he suffered for six years still had an effect. With the stubbornness he had developed over the years, Yang Che just gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood, and forcibly let go. He maintained a trace of consciousness.
An hour later, the pain finally subsided, and Yang Che gradually became more energetic than weak.
It wasn't until he felt an extremely comfortable feeling in his body that he sat up straight and felt refreshed, and found that there was a layer of black, sticky dirt on the surface of his body.
"Yang Che, keep walking inside. There is an underground river there. Go and wash it." The flower demon saw that Yang Che had survived and his willpower was quite good, which gave the flower demon some comfort.
Yang Che walked following the sound of water. At this time, his mind was clear and his eyesight was clear, and he felt very magical.
After finding a suitable section of the underground river, Yang Che jumped in and took a good bath. He found that the hidden wounds left by Yang Hu's previous beating were much better.
He was undoubtedly filled with gratitude to the Flower Demon.
After washing, Yang Che specially washed the old clothes, and then came back to the strange flower and grass wearing the wet clothes.
"Continue to practice. You should feel it is much easier than the previous practice." The flower demon said with confidence.
Sure enough, when Yang Che practiced the Purple Yuan Jue next time, he actually found it much easier.
After two months of hard training, when only the last Bigu Pill was left, Yang Che finally succeeded in practicing the first level of Zi Yuan Jue.
With excitement, he was about to announce the good news to the flower demon, but when he opened his eyes, he suddenly saw a faint green ball of light suddenly flying out from the flowers and grass. His eyes were dazzled, and before he could speak, the green ball suddenly appeared. The ball of light penetrated into his eyebrows.
With a 'buzz' sound, Yang Che felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, and then he didn't know anything else.