Chapter 162 Pervert Nature

Cultivation is divided into twelve stages: Foundation Establishment, Revolving Light, Consecration, Fusion, Heartbeat, Spiritual Silence, Nascent Soul, Leaving Body, Distraction, Combination, Transcending Tribulation, Mahayana, these twelve stages, and each stage is divided into The four levels, such as Xuanzhao, are divided into Qi Gathering, Spirit Gathering, Yuan Gathering, and Smartness.

When a cultivator reaches the second level of gathering spirits, he will be able to memorize them by rote. Of course, it's just rote memorization, and has nothing to do with mastery. If you want to fully digest it, it depends on the talent of the practitioner.

Naturally, Wang Cun didn't care if he could master it or not. He only needs to memorize it by rote at the moment, and he will slowly ponder it in his spare time.

For a lazy person like Wang Zhu, if there is no benefit, he doesn't know when he will have time to think about it.

The good thing is that the current Wang Chu is still in a three-minute heat on talismans and spells, and has a strong interest. Therefore, apart from memorizing them by rote, he is not idle in his mind. When he has a little free time, he outlines some talismans in his mind. the way of painting...

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Wang Zhu's memory surprised Feng Lao and Ding Lao.

Of course, what shocked Feng Lao Ding even more was the prescription provided by Wang Zhu.

Mr. Feng and Mr. Ding are leaders in the pharmacist world, so they can naturally distinguish the authenticity of the prescriptions provided by Wang Zhu.

Of course, the two masters in the world of pharmacists didn't just rely on intuition, but also used Wang Zhu's prescription to concoct a pair of traditional Chinese medicine to try it out.

Among the prescriptions provided by Wang Zhu, there is a prescription that can get rid of cold poison, and Ding Lao, who collected medicine in the mountains when he was young, traveled in the rain and dew for a long time, contracted the chronic disease of cold poison, although he is a pharmacist, he is Without self-government, a slight change in the weather is heart-wrenching.

This prescription, after just taking a dose of it, Ding Lao's persistent illness was obviously relieved.

After verifying several prescriptions one after another, Elder Feng and Elder Ding also fell into a frenzy, working twenty hours a day.

With the help of Mr. Ding, besides memorizing it by rote, Wang Zhu also obtained a lot of rare medicinal materials and materials for making talismans.

At this time, Wang Chu had completely forgotten that he still had a job as a Liu Da security guard. His study time surpassed that of Mr. Feng and Mr. Ding. He had no rest for almost 20 hours. He was really tired. Supreme Immortal Dao replenishes physical strength.

For Wang Chu, replenishing his physical strength is not a difficult task. As long as he seizes the best time to practice every day, he can maintain a full day of energy.

Everyone praised Wang Zhu's vigorous energy, especially Ding Zhihui.

Although Ding Zhihui lives in Ding's house, she has her own business, so she commutes regularly every day.

In Ding Zhihui's eyes, Wang Zhu is a fanatic who is full of love for Chinese medicine. When she went out, Wang Zhu was reading and identifying medicine in the hall. When she came back, he was still reading and identifying medicine, even when eating. , is also a medicine book with words in hand.

Wang Zhu's fanaticism has far surpassed "forgetting sleep and eating". He thinks of a tireless machine running at high speed, and it is like a sea surface, desperately absorbing knowledge in the ocean of knowledge.

In just a few days, Wang Zhu's understanding of Chinese medicine is already comparable to that of an old Chinese medicine practitioner.

Wang Zhu's concentration and seriousness fell into the eyes of Ding Lao and Feng Lao one by one. While shocked by Wang Zhu's progress, they were also infected by Wang Zhu's spirit. Teach each other.

This is a very harmonious learning atmosphere.

Wang Zhu had no reservations about those prescriptions from ancient times, and Ding Lao and Feng Lao had no secrets about Wang Zhu's advice.

The frantic learning atmosphere has been maintained.

sunrise!

Wang Zhu, who had stayed up all night, stretched his waist, walked to the balcony, glanced at the east that was about to burst out, and began to concentrate and wait for the best time to practice.

Through the recent exploration, Wang Chu has mastered the law of the best practice time every day.

In fact, it is not appropriate to use "mastery" to describe it. Strictly speaking,

It was Wang Zhu who had an almost instinctive intuition about the best time to practice in the morning.

Theoretically, Wang Cun is unable to grasp the law of the best practice time, but the time span of the best practice time in the morning is not large, as long as Wang Cun is ready to practice at this time, he can easily catch him. That fleeting best practice time.

What makes Wang Zhu depressed is that although he has mastered the best practice time in units of days, he still has no way to deal with the best practice time in months.

Wang Chu has already figured out that the best practice time with a longer time span is better for the cultivation effect. Therefore, every time he practices, he will think about how to find a practice law with a larger time span.

From the perspective of the time span, the farther the distance between the best practice time, the effect is ten times, hundreds of times or even tens of millions of times the day. The practice of the unit becomes trivial.

Lean on a horse and wait.

Immediately become a Buddha.

Feather into a fairy.

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Inexplicably, Wang Chu thought of some vocabulary in the history of cultivation. If the best cultivation time spanning ten years, one hundred years or even one thousand years really exists, then "relying on a horse can wait", "becoming a Buddha immediately" and "becoming a fairy from a feather" "Such deeds are likely to be due to the fact that the cultivator happened to meet a large time span of cultivation time and was able to ascend.

Of course, Wang Chu didn't think that cultivating the truth could really ascend to immortality, he believed that it should be a certain kind of realm improvement.

The best time for self-cultivation!

The powerful and vast cosmic power penetrated Wang Zhu's limbs and bones overwhelmingly, and every cell of Wang Zhu was greedily absorbing the pure energy.

Muscles become tough.

Thinking becomes quicker.

Nerves grow thick.

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The eight extraordinary meridians, like rivers, become wider and wider in the face of this vast cosmic power, and the aura flows in the rivers, washing the meridians over and over again, making the meridians stronger.

Cultivation is different from ordinary exercise. Ordinary exercise is from the outside to the inside. The most obvious manifestation is that the muscles become more and more developed, while the cultivation is from the inside to the outside. It will make the body stronger. But without revealing the slightest trace.

"It's breakfast." A soft voice sounded from behind Wang Chu.

"Um."

Wang Zhu calmed down the boiling aura in his body, and when he looked back, it was Ding Zhizhi who summoned him to have breakfast.

Ding Zhihui was just about to turn around and walk into the kitchen.

Today, Ding Zhihui is wearing low-cut home clothes to wrap her fit and plump body. The black waterfall-like hair that is usually scattered behind her head is tied into a unique bun on her head, revealing her slender, ivory-white neck. , a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and her shallow smile was as charming as a dream.

What Ding Zhihui embodies is the most feminine side, the kind of thrilling beauty that makes all men's hearts throb.

Some people like the innocence of girls, while others like the maturity of young women.

A woman in her thirties is beautiful, because at this time a woman has matured. Only a woman with a variety of styles is the cutest, and only a woman with a full sense of femininity is a real woman. A mature woman is like plump grapes; a mature woman is like years of wine; a mature woman is like a warm spring breeze.

"Help me carry the bowl and chopsticks."

"Oh..." Wang, who was the soul granter, responded stupidly, staring at Ding Zhizhi's plump hips and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Ding Zhizhi bent over to pick up the bowls and chopsticks, and the deep groove on his chest was completely exposed in front of Wang Zhu.

"Take..."

Ding Zhizhi raised his head and handed the bowl to Wang Zhu, but when he saw Wang Zhu's eyes fixed on her fair chest, his face flushed immediately.

In the kitchen, a funny scene appeared.

Ding Zhihui took the bowl and handed it to Wang Zhu, while Wang Zhu stared at Ding Zhihui's chest like a group of lifeless stone sculptures.

"Hold it!" Ding Zhihui was a mature woman after all, and soon came to her senses, and thrust the bowl in Wang Zhu's hands fiercely. Because the nanny was in the kitchen, Ding Zhizhi was inconvenient to get angry, but a sullen look appeared on his face.

"Ah...cough cough...accidentally, accidentally saw..." Wang Zhu smiled awkwardly, but his eyes were still fixed on Ding Zhizhi's plump and white gully, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. All obscene.

"What nonsense, get out!" Seeing that the nanny didn't notice, Ding Zhizhi's face became hot, and he pushed Wang stupid out of the kitchen.

As in the past, when eating breakfast, they are all busy with themselves.

Mr. Feng and Mr. Ding were discussing the medicinal properties of a blind medicine. They were looking up books while eating breakfast, and freed up one hand to take notes.

Yuchi Gongming, on the other hand, devoured the food voraciously, swept away the food, and then went to sort out some medicinal materials needed for the prescription.

Wang Zhu kept peeking at Ding Zhihui.

Ding Zhihui was very angry at Wang Zhu's aggressive gaze, but because there were people in the family, he didn't dare to reprimand him loudly, so he buried his head in his food and didn't dare to meet Wang Zhu's gaze.

Wang Zhu, a pervert, became more unscrupulous after seeing Ding Zhihui's appearance. His eyes were like radar and kept scanning Ding Zhihui's graceful body, wishing to rush up and take a bite...

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In the torment of Ding Zhizhi, everyone finished their breakfast and were busy.

Originally, Ding Zhihui wanted to find an opportunity to teach Wang Zhu a lesson, but what made her vomit blood was that after eating breakfast, Wang Zhu seemed to forget about it immediately, kept reading books, asking the elders for advice, and looked focused .

At first, Ding Zhihui thought that Wang Zhu was just pretending, and deliberately walked past Wang Zhu, but Wang Zhu turned a blind eye and didn't respond at all.

Many people can't understand Wang Chu's attitude towards women, and Ding Zhihui just started to get in touch with Wang Chu, so naturally he can't understand it.

In Wang Chu's eyes, all beauties are targets for sex, the difference lies in whether they can act or not.

If Ding Zhihui doesn't mind, Wang Chu is happy to establish a relationship with him beyond friendship.

Of course, for the current Wang Chu, he is too busy, too busy to spend extra energy on picking up girls. He is fascinated by Ding Zhizhi, just like Shi Xiaobao saw something good on the road Just wanting to steal home is the same concept.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Zhu forgot about it, and Ding Zhihui was still in a rage. Of course, this kind of anger can easily be transformed into a kind of ambiguity...