225.Chapter 225: Practicing Kung Fu and making a gray ball

Author: Shang Xia seeking locks

Chapter 225: Practice and become a gray ball

Black and white switched faster and faster, and in the end, a trace of white smoke and a trace of black smoke floated from the top of the head. The black smoke and the white smoke slowly intertwined, chasing each other's tail, and began to rotate, forming a similar

Graphics based on Tai Chi.

Rotating, rotating, and gradually merging together, they turned into a gray ball.

The ball circled above Wang Liang's head for a few times before slowly falling to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Wang Liang opened his eyes, stretched, opened his mouth, and was about to take a breath. Suddenly he saw a gray ball on the ground. He immediately forgot about taking a breath and picked up the gray ball.

He looked up, down, left and right, frowned and said, "What is this?".

Judging from the color, it looks like I haven't taken a shower for three years. When I went to take a shower, the bath master rubbed the "ash" off my body one by one, and then used these "ash" to ball it up to form this gray ball.

I tried putting it in front of my nose and smelled it. It didn't smell bad, didn't smell fragrant, and had no taste.

What is it?

I tried squeezing it again, and it felt soft, like the elastic balls I played with when I was a child.

Wang Liang thought about it carefully again, and was sure, and sure, that there was absolutely no gray meatball on the ground during the practice, and it was there on the ground after the practice. This showed that the gray meatball must be related to the practice.

Could this be the legendary golden elixir?

As the saying goes, if a golden elixir is swallowed into the belly, my fate will be at my discretion from now on. That’s not right. Shouldn’t this golden elixir be in the Dantian?

Why is it on the ground?

So, this is definitely not a golden elixir, so what is it?

A bold idea suddenly popped up in Wang Liang's mind, "Would you like to try it?" As soon as this idea appeared, he was firmly pressed by him. He was not a Shennong, and he did not have the ability of a Shennong. If he tried it,

After that, if the body is poisoned, it's over.

So, he came up with a brilliant idea.

Isn't there a pig on the roof?

Let it taste.

If it is really poisoned and dies, it will die early and be born early. I hope it will not be a pig in the next life, but will be a giant panda and enjoy the status of a national treasure. If nothing happens, then it can live longer. It is almost the end of November now.

Counting this month, there are still more than three months before the Chinese New Year.

Thinking of this, Wang Liang's guilt suddenly eased a lot. He took the gray meatballs, went to the kitchen, took out a potato, cut it in half, dug out the middle, and stuffed the gray meatballs into the dug groove.

He closed the half potato, took the potato, took the elevator to the top of the building, walked into the pig's nest, looked at the sweet sleeping pig, and said: "Brother Pig, dinner is ready!".

The pig ignored him and was still sleeping.

After kicking with his feet, the pig opened his eyes, with confusion in his eyes. When he saw the potatoes in Wang Liang's hand, his eyes instantly lit up like two large five-hundred-watt light bulbs. Wang Liang didn't keep Brother Pig waiting.

Immediately put the potatoes into the pig trough.

Brother Pig was about to eat, but he took it out instantly. Brother Pig was so angry that he was "humming" and must have been cursing in his heart, "Where are you playing? Are you playing monkey? Can you still eat potatoes happily?".

Wang Liang just wanted to say, "Wait a minute, there is one more thing." He took the potatoes and walked out of the pig's nest with Brother Pig's helpless eyes. He went outside and picked up the remaining half of a bamboo pole that was used to build a cucumber stand.

Hammer it into a knife as quickly as possible, separate the potato, take out the gray meatball stuck inside, cut it in half, put one half into the space magic weapon, and put the other half into the potato again.

Returning to the pig's nest, under Brother Pig's gaze, he put the potatoes into the pig's trough.

The potato was not big, so Brother Pig ate it in one bite. He only chewed it two or three times, and then stopped. Wang Liang stood aside and waited for more than ten minutes. The pig fell asleep, snoring loudly and farting.

No response.

He took out the other half of the gray pill from the space magic weapon, squeezed it, and said silently: "Is it because the dose is not enough, so there is no reaction?"

Wang Liang's original idea was that if the gray balls were good, he could keep half of them and eat them by himself. But now it seemed that this was not possible. He cut the half of the gray balls in half and kicked the pig awake.

Let it continue to eat gray balls.

After eating half a pill, there was still no reaction, and the pig even gave him a look of disgust.

Probably because the gray meatballs are too small to fit between teeth.

Instead of doing anything else, he just threw the remaining quarter of the gray meatballs into the pig's trough. The pig ate it in one bite and looked up at him with heavy questions in his eyes.

He was probably saying, "Is this all gone? You kicked me awake in the middle of the night and gave me just such a small amount of food. Is there any cat cake?".

When Wang Liang saw that the pig hadn't responded yet, he shook his head in disappointment, left the pig's nest, and went back to continue studying the Yi and Er Xuan Gong.

The next day, after breakfast, I just walked into the workshop and was about to continue making clay figurines. Ying Zheng suddenly rushed in and said in a panic: "Brother Liang, something serious has happened!".

"What happened? Zhang Dong was kidnapped?"

"No, the pig is missing!"

"When did the pig disappear?"

"Just now, when the robot was feeding the pigs, it found that the pigs were gone, and immediately issued an abnormality alarm." At this point, Ying Zheng made a grimace, jumped to his feet, and said while jumping, "My pigs! I have worked so hard."

After feeding for a year, I waited for the Chinese New Year to eat pig-killing vegetables. Now, the pig is gone. It’s so uncomfortable!”

With that said, he turned around and rushed out the door. A few seconds later, a roar sounded from the corridor, "Don't let me know who stole the pig, or I will break his legs!".

Listening to the roar outside, Wang Liang almost laughed out loud. If he told Ying Zheng now that it was him who fed the pigs a gray pellet that caused the pigs to disappear, he would be so angry that he would hit the wall.

Also, how did the pig disappear?

With this question in mind, Wang Liang got into the elevator and reached the top of the building.

At this time, a group of robots stood on the roof of the building. Ying Zheng stood among the robots and said loudly, "Search them all carefully for me, and don't let go of any clues." His intestines are about to turn green now. If he had known it,

, you should install a surveillance system in the pig house.

But this cannot be blamed for his carelessness. Who would have thought that pigs could be stolen while they were raised on the roof of the building? How on earth could this be stolen? Thinking of this, an idea suddenly came to Ying Zheng's mind and he said silently: "Pigs"

The loss cannot be related to Brother Liang, right?"

At this moment, Wang Liang came over with a faint smile on his face.

No need to think about it, it must be related to him.

"Brother Liang, where did you take the pig?"

Hearing these words and looking at Ying Zheng with a grimace, Wang Liang couldn't help it anymore. He bent down and laughed like a goose. While laughing, he said: "Don't be impatient. I once

The eldest brother who is known as Sherlock Holmes, Wang Liang, will definitely be able to find out the specific reason why the pigs are missing when I go into the pig pen."

At this time, Ying Zheng was completely speechless, pursed his lips, and kept casting helpless glances at Wang Liang.

The good-looking pig was just gone.

The Chinese New Year pig-killing dishes are completely ruined.

When he thought of this, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to hit the wall.

After laughing, Wang Liang walked into the pig pen with Ying Zheng's helpless eyes. Looking at the empty pig pen, he was also very confused. If he had known better, he would have observed more to see how the pigs disappeared.

Even if that gray pellet is the "corpse pellet" used to destroy corpses and eliminate traces in the movie, there should still be some residue and blood left in the pigsty.

Now there is nothing, the pig seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

It's really strange.

"Brother Liang, where did you take the pig? Bring it back quickly, we have to eat pig-killing vegetables during the Chinese New Year!"

"Don't even think about killing pigs. I don't know where the pigs are."

"ah?"

On a mountain as tall as the clouds.

A strong man with a long nose, big ears, and a pig-like face was practicing a set of ancient boxing techniques. Every time he punched, there was a "boom" sound, and a trace of metallic light flashed from his fist.

There was a recliner not far from him. On the recliner lay an old man with white hair and beard. The old man squinted his eyes and held a long cigarette pot in his mouth. He took a sip from time to time. After a few breaths, the white smoke erupted.

It slowly emerged from his nostrils and mouth.

After practicing a set of clumsy boxing techniques, the pig-faced brawny man walked to the edge of the mountain, looked at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him and the giant palace looming in the sea of ​​clouds, and murmured: "Another era."

"Yes! Another era"

"This time."

"This time, we will never lose"

Naturally, it would not work if the pigs were gone. Wang Liang asked Ying Zheng to contact Zhang Dong and ask him to send someone to the countryside to buy a pig. The pig must be bought by the farmer himself, not the feed pig.

Zhang Dong looked at the information on the computer and was speechless for a moment. He was even a little funny. Pigs could disappear every day. There was really no one left. He quickly sent a message to his assistant and asked him to arrange it.

People go to buy pigs.

The assistant was confused after seeing the message.

Why did Mr. Zhang suddenly think of buying pigs and also buy pigs from farmers?

It's elusive, it's completely elusive.
To be continued...