In fact, he is still poor.

He had plundered Zhang and Li's little wealth. Is it enough to rent a day in the retreat cave?

Chen Yang could only go back to his room to retreat in despair.

Fortunately, Zhang and Li were not there, and the people in the deacon's room did not arrange any more people to move in, out of respect for Senior Brother Shen Lang. The room was at least quiet, and it would be okay to practice for a while.

After Chen Yang returned, he pushed the door open and found that it was empty.

"Um?"

Chen Yang sniffed and smelled a faint smell of dust.

"strangeness."

"That boy Wang Yu has changed his gender?"

"You're such a germaphobe, why don't you clean your room diligently?"

Chen Yang glanced at Wang Yu's quilt and could still feel that it was popular. It didn't look like it hadn't been used for a long time, so he put it down for the time being.

As long as nothing happens to anyone.

Chen Yang was too lazy to think too much, so he groped around at the table legs, found a piece of wood to cushion the corner of the table, pointed it like a sword, and scratched it, causing wood chips to fall down one after another.

After a while, he placed the wood in a conspicuous place on the shop floor, took two steps back, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

On the flat piece of wood, there are a few more words:

We are in seclusion, please do not disturb us!

Chen Yang was not satisfied with these few words. Although these words were written with silver hooks and iron paintings, his calligraphy skills were nothing. He was mainly able to easily carve words on wood with his fingers, and the depth was the same, with ease and ease.

The fact that he seemed reluctant made him very satisfied.

"Human Immortal Martial Arts has advanced too quickly in this world."

"It won't take long, maybe after taking just three drops of the Heavenly Stone Bell Dew, I can catch up with my original state."

"In other words, in this world, as long as you practice cultivation, you are uniquely blessed."

"The great world of the heavens is really no small matter."

Chen Yang put aside his distracting thoughts, climbed onto the bunk, and obtained a mosquito net to cover his bed.

Finally, he got in, assumed a comfortable posture, and took out the Heavenly Stone Zhonglu from his arms.

Pulling out the stopper, Chen Yang looked into the bottle with the help of a bright light in the room.

All he could see were three round beads of condensed liquid like lead and mercury. As he shook the bottle, they were colliding with each other and colliding with the bottle wall. Each time they collided, they would deform, but they would not spread out or merge with each other.

Chen Yang had clearly seen before that when they were dropped into the water, they melted instantly, no different from other liquids. The mystery behind it was not something he could understand, so he could only marvel at it.

While Chen Yang was observing, an indescribable smell filled the air from the bottle, filling the entire room in an instant.

It has the peculiar smell of minerals and the aroma of medicine, but the main body is an indescribable clear spirit.

The latter gave Chen Yang a feeling that if there was fairy dew in the world, it would taste like this.

"It is said that the sect's senior master Daxiu, who is at the level of the supreme elder, can travel to the outer world and capture the spiritual inspiration from the outer world for cultivation."

"Is this the smell that has the same origin as the spiritual power from heaven?"

Chen Yang shook his head in distress.

This question is destined to have no answer.

This is the disadvantage of not having a master. Even the countless records in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave cannot record what this smell belongs to?

He could only write it down silently, and then carefully pour out an extraterrestrial stone bell dew.

A drop of stone bell dew fell on Chen Yang's palm, rolling back and forth, shrinking slightly visibly to the naked eye.

Just like the dewdrops in the morning, they shrink every moment under the sun.

At the same time, Chen Yang shook his head and his face turned red.

The Qi and blood are surging, the Yin Demonic Qi is majestic, the bone marrow is like ants gnawing at it, and the sound in the brain is like a water and land dojo.

This is the subtle effect caused by a trace of celestial stone bell dew penetrating into Chen Yang's body through the skin on the palm of his hand.

This effect alone is better than the sect-standard elixirs such as Yin Shen Dan that Chen Yang has taken in the past few days.

"This favor is not small."

"I got it."

In Chen Yang's mind, he pictured Shangguan Qinglin's appearance when he came out of the boiler room, stopped, signed up, and invited.

Several days passed, and when she looked back at her posture when she spoke, it became clearer.

Chen Yang suppressed all the distracting thoughts that appeared in his mind due to the influence of the medicine, and slapped his palm on his mouth.

Gulu~
Chapter completed!