i have a sword fairy

Chapter 259 The Physique of Alien Monster Race

It has been raining continuously for the past two days.

One autumn rain and one cold, but Zhao Rong didn't feel much.

In his body, the trend of the red snake transforming into a dragon, which symbolizes innate vitality, made him feel the physical changes.

After returning from the preaching pavilion, he drank the well water from the small bamboo tube that night, and the change really happened again.

On the red snake body, there are speckles of golden scales, like the golden sunset leaking from the red maple forest, bright and eye-catching.

Beside the fuzzy lips of the snake that appeared in the mist, golden lines stretched, getting longer and longer, almost leaving the body and turning into long flowing beards.

Measured by Zhu Yourong's teacup in the calligraphy class two days ago, it means that Zhao Rong has drunk three cups of Zhengguan well water so far.

In Gui's words, these are not enough.

The area of ​​the scales is at most about one-tenth, the dragon's whiskers have not yet formed, and the number is not large.

But even so, the changes that Zhao Rong could feel were real.

Innate vitality is already linked to a monk's physique, and it is extremely important for monks who follow the martial arts path of ascending to the sky and soaring.

However, the general way of its cultivation is to strengthen the physique of the martial artist to stimulate the innate vitality and make it stronger.

Because the strength of the body determines the ceiling of the amount of innate vitality in the body.

Some things that ignite blood and assist in rushing the environment, such as the unknown lotus seed porridge that Zhao Rong drank not long ago, can temporarily increase the amount of innate vitality, making the little red snake berserk and impacting the meridians.

This method of improving innate vitality is not sustainable, and it is not easy to use too much on weekdays.

But at present, the situation caused by the red snake transforming into a dragon in Zhao Rong's body is that an unknown change has taken place in his innate vitality, which has led to the strengthening of his physique.

Before, if Zhao Rong took off his clothes in the middle of the night, he would still feel a bit of biting coldness in late autumn, but now, he felt that the little red snake had become hot, and it walked among the meridians, warm and warm, and no longer felt the cold.

Zhao Rong didn't know if this change was a big one, and he was a little curious about the changes in other monks' practice in these realms, so that he could compare it with himself. However, the half-master Liu Sanbian who once brought him to practice had already changed. After leaving, what, who is the other half of the master?
Of course it's... a certain stupid fox monster. Although Xiaoxiao never taught him how to practice, and even almost broke Zhao Rong's precept, making him unable to enter Fuyao Realm again, this girl has always been the one who encouraged Zhao Rong to practice. One of the motivations - he didn't want her to tear his pants anymore, he was not as strong as her, and he almost didn't resist and surrender to her, it was too shameful.

As for a certain sword spirit with the surname, Zhao Rong felt that there was nothing wrong with it at all. What kind of master was he? There is no practice experience in the environment.

If you want to say help, the "Ants Climb to Heaven", which it decided after thinking for a long time, is sold at the book store in front of the academy. Not long ago, Zhao Rong saw that brother Teng Ying secretly bought it. Ben... As for the cake that he drew for him two days ago, 'vaguely reminds me of a peerless martial art from a long time ago', who knows if it's... an ant soaring?

So, it’s a fart to ask, and the question is, “This realm passed too quickly and I didn’t pay attention. You should change to a more in-depth question, such as how to conceive and raise the body of the Yang God in the Nascent Soul Realm.” If you insist Ask it with the "Pediatric Questions of Ascend to Heaven Realm", this cheap sword spirit will probably turn Yin and Yang to you and say, "No, no, no, no one even asks about Ascend to Heaven Realm...".

Therefore, Zhao Rong's current practice of climbing to the sky is a little bit dark. Brother Sanbian only left some key insights before he left. As for "Red Snake Transforming into a Dragon", it is estimated that even if he broke his head, he would never have thought that Zhao Rong would hit such a thing. matter……

In the early morning, the light rain that had rained for two days suddenly stopped.

Zhao Rong was the same as in the past, lit the lamp and read the Confucian classics commentary all night, stretched his waist, washed up and pushed the door out, went for a walk by the lake to read in the morning, returned to Dongli Xiaozhu, and looked behind the fence When I arrived at the chrysanthemum, I picked a tender cucumber and went to class with Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu.

In the past few days and nights, he didn't immediately try to pulse, but he planned to find a way to get the embarrassing cup of tea that Zhu Yourong took away first, and wait for the fourth cup of well water to drink, and then pulse again vigorously. Look at how powerful this mutated red snake is...

At this time, the three of them were on their way to Mochi Academy.

A gust of autumn wind blows.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at Jia Tengying who was trembling, "It's all right, Brother Fujitaka."

Jia Tengying shook his head, "It will be better when I get to school later, thank you brother Ziyu."

Zhao Rong nodded. In this world, it is really difficult for scholars at the foot of the mountain to study in autumn and winter, unless they are from wealthy families.

He looked down at the palm of his hand, at this moment, he felt like a furnace.

Zhao Rong remembered that Liu Sanbian said that ordinary people's practice is to escape from the ordinary and become holy, and the ultimate goal of a warrior is to climb the mountain step by step. With a nine-foot body, he can accommodate the vast energy and blood of the mighty Kunpeng, and become a Kunpeng warrior.

It's just that his current physique has changed, Zhao Rong has a vague feeling that after absorbing the dragon energy of three cups of well water, his current path seems a bit wild, not like his normal physique during the period of ascending to heaven and shaking clothes.

I don't know what level Qingjun's sword cultivator's physique is at the peak of the Grand Virtue Realm. When I hugged her before, I only cared about feeling warm and soft. A bit of biting coldness in late autumn, if you feel cold, cough cough, it’s okay, Zhao Rong is not cold, his body is like a stove for her to hug...

Zhao Rong was walking on the road, subconsciously thinking wildly for a while, and then quickly stopped thinking.

He thought for a while, and couldn't help but say in the lake of his heart: "Hey, Gui, you are in the two realms of ascending to the sky and soaring, and you are not a normal monk who follows the martial arts path. If it is the current autumn and winter cold, you will feel cold ?"

"What is cold? I have forgotten what it feels like to be cold, wait, no, no, no, no one really feels cold after climbing a mountain..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

I knew I shouldn't ask.

In the heart lake, Gui said in a habitual yin and yang, and then remained silent for a moment, as if he could see what Zhao Rong was restless these days.

It pondered and said: "Your physique has become a little strange... I'd like to tell you, whether you want to continue collecting water from those ancient wells to drink this dragon energy, Zhao Rong, you decide for yourself."

Zhao Rong looked up at the school building not far in front of him, and then turned his head to look around at the students who also came to class,

He was caught in the crowd, unremarkable.

"Tell me about it."

Gui was silent for a moment, "According to my observation, the innate vitality in your body hasn't increased at all."

"Then why does the physique increase?"

"The sudden enhancement of your physique is not caused by the quantitative change of your innate vitality. Those dragon auras have made your innate vitality... qualitatively changed."

Zhao Rong was silent.

Gui Hu said: "You should know that the physique of the alien monster race is inherently stronger than our human race."

Zhao Rong nodded slowly, because he thought of Xiaoxiao, such a small body, who had never been able to exercise his body, but had such great strength. Suddenly, he was stunned:
"Wait, you mean..."

Gui continued: "That's right, after the red snake in your body absorbed the dragon-like energy and began to transform into a dragon, it underwent a qualitative change, turning into a physique of a different kind of monster. The human race is strong, and you are the same now, and the genus of the wild dragon is the most powerful and powerful among the monsters."

Zhao Rong licked his lips, but did not speak.

The sword spirit sighed slightly, "So in case the red snake in your body absorbs enough well water and transforms into a dragon successfully, then you will have a different type of body that the dragon energy belongs to, not bad."

Zhao Rong suddenly asked: "Then will I also become a monster? Or half human and half demon?"

Gui thought for a moment, "Will you become a shemale..."

"You change the word for me!" Zhao Rong interrupted.

"...All right, I am not sure whether you will become a demon, but logically speaking, it should be just a physical change. After all, it is only infected by innate vitality and dragon energy, and it is not a change of blood."

Gui Yueyue said eagerly: "This seat has never seen such a situation, Zhao Rong, why don't we try?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

Gui urged: "The dragon descendants I have seen are all very handsome, why don't you try it. As for the scales and tails that grow on this scaly body, you can hide them well and you will be fine."

Zhao Rong's face darkened.

If you dare to let me try anything, you can't wait for me to cool off!
Sword Spirit smiled for a while, stopped joking, and said seriously: "It is not a big problem in principle, there are risks, but compared with the benefits, tsk tsk, the fragile human body is the physique of a dragon, and the blood of the nine-foot Kunpeng has the same effect. It’s wonderful, you can try it.”

After its voice fell, the heart lake became quiet again.

after awhile.

Zhao Rong changed the question and said, "How much water from this well do I need to collect to transform my body?"

Gui Youyou said: "The more the better."

Zhao Rong: "..."

There is only one art class this morning, which is poetry and prose.

Zhao Rong folded his sleeves, thinking about something in his heart, and walked into the candid hall with a calm expression.

Many willful students looked sideways.

A few days ago, he was a little bit out of the limelight, but it may be because he is a new student who joined the class. Except for two friends, only three girls, Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou, and Xiao Hongyu, would call Zhao Rong when they met. Greetings, the other students seemed to be still watching him, and didn't intend to approach him immediately, and they didn't take the initiative to call him for some willful gatherings.

However, like before the book art class, the kind of superficial rejection, and Wu Peiliang's sarcasm are gone. Now when Wu Peiliang accidentally meets Zhao Rong's eyes, he will take the lead to escape.

Therefore, at present, Zhao Rong is also happy and relaxed. He still has a lot of things to do.

At this moment, a figure walked into the headstrong hall.

Zhao Rong looked up and saw a kind-faced middle-aged man with a long beard and black hair draped behind his back. He was wearing a double-breasted wide shirt with a long belt tied casually, and clogs on his feet.

Dress up like a celebrity.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned. This person happened to be Mr. Chen who he had seen before when he was refused outside the academy, who was surrounded by scholars when he was buying wine.

He was still holding an ink-colored wine jug in one hand and a stack of rolled paper manuscripts in the other, and his appearance didn't seem to be much different from that day.

Mr. Chen walked to the podium, put his things away, and looked around the room full of students. He coughed lightly, lifted the jug, and smiled at Yu Huaijin who had a serious expression, "Just one sip."

Yu Huaijin nodded with a straight face.

Mr. Chen opened the jug, took a sip, smacked his lips, smiled, and immediately passed the jug forward, motioning to ask: "Do you want some, too?"

Yu Huaijin shook his head with the students of the Willful Hall.

In the back row, Zhao Rong laughed when he saw this, and shook his head.

Mr. Chen nodded, put the jug on the table, thought for a while, picked it up again, and put it in the place farthest from him, then took out a book, and said slowly: "Then the class will continue today. Tell me about this book of poetry collected from a small country in the south."

Poetry classes officially started.

Soon, the afternoon gradually passed...

After the poetry and prose class, Mr. Chen picked up the ink-colored jug and the scroll and left.

In the reckless hall, voices gradually sounded.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin, who was in the front row, suddenly got up, held his hands, turned around and walked towards the back row of the Zhizhitang.

The attention of most students in the hall was attracted, and their eyes followed her.

Not long after, Yu Huaijin came to Zhao Rong's table. She looked at him for a while with a straight face, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhu has something to do with you. She is in Yilanxuan."

Zhao Rong blinked.

He happened to have something to do with her.

　Push the book ~ "My sister really spoils me", you will understand the name... (cough cough, this is not PY, it is a normal friendship between brothers)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)