fantasy novels Chapter 16 Test
Chapter 16 Test
This is indeed a good idea.
As the head constable, I could certainly do something about it.
And these people are indeed utterly wicked.
In other words, he was not worth dying for, and he didn't feel guilty at all when he took action himself.
After finishing this task, he went home and took out the medicine he had bought yesterday to strengthen his body.
Because of Li Changyun's matter last night, I've been exercising and sweating a lot, so this is a good opportunity to use it.
Pour the herbs into a jar and put it on the stove to boil.
After about half an hour, the color of the medicinal soup reached the right consistency.
Zhang Ping poured it into the bathtub, added cold water, and tested the temperature with his hand.
just.
After taking off his clothes, he stepped into the bathtub and slowly sank down.
The scalding hot medicine covered my chest, and the burning sensation felt like countless fine needles piercing my skin, drilling into my muscles, and penetrating my bones.
Zhang Ping gritted his teeth and remained silent.
This is a necessary process for body tempering.
The function of these herbs is to penetrate the muscles and bones through heat, expelling impurities from the body and gradually strengthening the body's strength and resilience.
This is the experience left behind by the original owner, and it is also common knowledge about cultivation in this world.
The Tempering Realm is about constantly tempering the physical body, forging it into a solid vessel.
The more robust the container, the more abundant the blood energy it can hold, and the greater the chance of breaking through to the Boiling Blood Realm.
Waves of heat from the medicinal soup surged through Zhang Ping, who closed his eyes, leaned against the tub, and let the heat flow through his body.
After soaking for nearly an hour, the medicinal soup gradually cooled down.
Zhang Ping stood up from the tub, his skin flushed red, as if he had been boiled. He dried himself with a cloth and changed into clean clothes.
The scars on his body darkened a bit under the influence of the medicine, but the healing speed was significantly faster than that of ordinary people.
This is one of the benefits of increased blood volume.
The more health a character has, the stronger their recovery ability seems to be.
This was a pleasant surprise for him.
My health has now reached 7910, and I will be able to participate in the lottery again in three days at most.
Therefore, Zhang Ping secretly began to look forward to it.
So they waited until it got dark.
He looked at the deep night, tucked the knife into his waistband, and prepared to keep his appointment.
After all, having someone to rely on is always better than struggling alone.
As for the origins of the Pure Heaven Gate, you'll find out when you go there.
A night breeze swept over me.
He walked quickly, crossing the empty streets and heading straight for the city gate.
The door is already closed.
However, the soldiers guarding the city recognized Zhang Ping, greeted him, and opened the side gate for him.
Zhang Ping left the city and continued walking.
Outside the city was a vast wilderness, devoid of lights, with only sparse starlight overhead and the blurred outlines of distant mountains.
The roadside was lined with waist-high wild grass, which rustled in the wind.
Although there are many spirits and monsters in the mountains, they are very rare near the city and mostly live in deep forests.
However, Zhang Ping still moved the iron-slaying sword from his waist to a more convenient position, so that he could react quickly if anything happened.
Shili Slope.
He knew that place.
About ten miles southeast of the city gate, there is a raised hill covered with low pines and shrubs. The terrain is uneven and it is an inconspicuous wilderness.
The original owner had been there twice when chasing fugitives.
Zhang Ping walked on the dirt road, his feet crunching softly on the gravel and sand.
The deeper the night, the cooler the wind.
After walking for nearly half an hour, he finally saw the outline of the hillside in the distance.
The moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds at some unknown time, casting a silvery glow.
We've arrived at Shilipo.
Zhang Ping stood at the bottom of the slope and looked up.
Then he lifted his foot and walked up the slope.
As we approached the top of the slope, a voice came from the pine forest.
"Brother Zhang, we've been waiting for you for quite some time."
The voice was clear and bright, with that familiar, slightly mischievous tone.
Heng Ziyang.
Zhang Ping paused and looked in the direction of the sound.
Under the moonlight, Heng Ziyang emerged from behind a short pine tree, a smile on his face, arms crossed, tilting his head to look at him.
"I knew you'd come."
Deep in the pine forest, Guo Jie's figure also emerged.
He remained silent, only nodding slightly as a greeting.
Zhang Ping looked at the two men, thought for a moment, and then said calmly, "Brother Heng, now that I'm here, I'll speak my mind. I imagine that besides the opportunity you've given me, there will be other tests before I can join the Pure Heaven Sect, right?"
Upon hearing this, Heng Ziyang grinned and said, "Brother Zhang is clever. It's just a test, nothing more than two simple tests. There's no need to be nervous."
After saying that, he turned slightly to the side and gestured for him to enter.
Heng Ziyang then led the way, followed closely by Zhang Ping, while Guo Jie brought up the rear.
The three of them walked in a straight line through the wild field of Shilipo, where low pines and shrubs intertwined.
After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Heng Ziyang stopped in front of a mountain wall.
Zhang Ping looked closely and saw that the terrain here was quite secluded.
A steep stone wall extends down from the top of the slope, surrounded by waist-high shrubs and vines. If Heng Ziyang hadn't led the way, it would have been difficult to notice anything special even if you passed by.
Heng Ziyang reached out and parted a clump of drooping vines, revealing the scene behind them.
A hole.
It's not too big, just big enough for two people to walk side by side.
"Brother Zhang, keep up close."
After entering the cave, Heng Ziyang pulled out an oil lamp from somewhere and held it in his hand. The dim yellow light flickered in the narrow passage, casting long and short shadows of the three people on the stone wall.
As time passed, the passageway they were heading into grew deeper and deeper, completely cutting off all outside sounds. Only the sound of their footsteps echoed in the narrow space, one deep, muffled beat after another.
This environment made Zhang Ping very uncomfortable.
It's not fear.
It is more of an instinctive state of vigilance.
In this cramped passageway, with cold stone walls on the left and right and thick layers of rock overhead, he was completely blocked in front and behind. If something were to happen in front or behind him, he wouldn't even have room to turn around.
Zhang Ping's hand unconsciously touched the hilt of the knife at his waist.
After walking for about fifteen minutes, the path ahead still seemed endless, winding its way deeper into the mountainside. The light from the oil lamp could only illuminate a distance of two or three zhang ahead; beyond that, it was pitch black.
Zhang Ping finally couldn't help but ask a question.
"Brother Heng, how much longer?"
His voice echoed through the passageway, bouncing back and forth against the stone walls, carrying a hollow resonance.
Heng Ziyang didn't stop, turned his head to look at him, and said softly, "Brother Zhang, don't worry, we'll be there soon."
After saying that, they turned two more corners, and suddenly some sounds came from the passageway ahead.
There was a buzzing sound, like many people talking, or like something being moved or transported; the sound was muffled.
Immediately afterwards, a smell wafted over.
The taste was hard to describe.
Zhang Ping's brows furrowed suddenly.
He was simply familiar with the taste.
That's the smell of that mouse.