Deconstruction is Weird

This kind of adjustment doesn't put much pressure on Chu Dong, it's just that he couldn't do it before. This is a new ability he only possessed after his intellectual brain broke through 10%, and he can overdraw and optimize his body for others.

Three hours later, Zhu Rou woke up. She felt that her body was more relaxed than ever before. Her palms and forearms were more relaxed than before, and her internal energy flowed more smoothly. If this continues, it may take less than a month to break through guru.

She squeezed her hand, it softened a lot, she turned her head to look at Chu Dong, her eyes were full of disbelief.

"My old lady's Jade Palm, you just abolished half of your cultivation?"

Chu Dong laughed awkwardly, "Those are all injuries. In at most another month, you will definitely break through to the Grandmaster. By then, your lifespan will be greatly increased, and you will be able to practice even if you want to."

Zhu Rou hummed, and nodded in agreement. The sooner one becomes a Grandmaster, the longer one will live. The principle of martial arts prolonging life is to make the body stronger and slow down aging.

It can be simply understood as magnifying the remaining lifespan several times.

If you become a master at the age of eighty, you only have one year to live, even if you magnify it ten times, it will only be ten years.

And becoming a master at the age of forty, the concept is completely different.

As for Zhu Rou's external skills, it will indeed decline.

Half of most of the external skills are spent on the growth of various scars.

The method of external kung fu training is to temper, recover, temper again, and recover again.

Not to mention this world, even if he hadn't traveled to the previous world, Chu Dong had seen some people who practiced the so-called iron sand palms, making their palms look deformed.

Although deformed, he can indeed split bricks with one hand. That hand is no longer normal skin, but thick stratum corneum after alienation. Zhu Rou's external skills must be much better than that kind of helpless exercise.

After helping Zhu Rou with her body, it was already late at night. Chu Dong wanted to go to sleep, but Wu Yong stopped him.

"Chu Dong, come to my room, let me tell you a few words.

Keke~"

Wu Yong has a stooped figure, and he coughs twice when he speaks inappropriately, but his body does not suffer from any serious illness, it is just natural aging, and his body has reached its limit.

When Chu Dong helps others to optimize their bodies, it also overdraws their own stem cells for differentiation and repair. When the oil is exhausted, Chu Dong is really helpless.

When Chu Dong walked into the room, he smelled a strange smell, the smell of an old man.

Wu Yong loves cleanliness very much, but when his body is extremely old, it will secrete a substance that does not exist in young people, and the taste is very special.

There is a Yishoudan on his desk.

The Yishou Pill was given to him by Huang De back then, and the old man hadn't eaten it. Every time Chu Dong came in, the Yishou Pill was placed on the table.

He seemed to regard the Yishou Pill as Huang De, and he would drink two cups of that pill when he had nothing to do in the past few months, but recently he was held down by Wu Tong, and he was not allowed to drink.

Now that Wu Tong is taking care of him every day, Wu Yong is quite satisfied.

Wu Yong sat down at the table, looked at the Yishou Pill and sighed, took out a jug of wine from somewhere, and poured two glasses for Chu Dong.

"You hid it deep enough, Xiaotong didn't even find it."

Wu Yong waved his hand and smiled embarrassedly.

"That's enough, you won't let me drink it, I'm so aggrieved.

We unorthodox sorcerers have always had a low status. Your master did not dislike him and made friends with me as an equal. I feel comfortable in my heart.

It's a pity that he left so long before me, so it's hard to let this old man see me off. "

Chu Dong suddenly thought of the glass of wine that he bought in the dark environment today. That glass of wine was really delicious. He only took a sip and found that the wine was very good for the body and had the effect of prolonging life. Gold water, but also a rare tonic.

"Uncle Wu, wait for me!"

Chu Dong went back to the room and took out the glass of wine. He wrapped the wine in parchment paper, because it was too much for him to drink, and he had broken through the life limit in the conventional sense. Why not keep it for later use? arrive.

But seeing that Wu Yong wanted to drink so much, he might as well satisfy his hunger with it.

As soon as the oily paper was lifted, the aroma of wine overflowed, Wu moved his index finger, and eagerly took it, first took a small sip, and then looked enjoying it.

"Hiss~ This wine is absolutely perfect!"

Wu Yong was reluctant to drink, he divided the glass of wine into five mouthfuls, and after drinking it, he still thought about it for a long time.

After the smell of alcohol dissipated, Wu Yong took out a package from the closet next to him.

"I know, my spells are evil, and you have inherited warlocks who dislike them, but this evil thing can sometimes save lives.

This blood-gold coat is made by collecting the blood of ninety-nine men as dyes. It can not only amplify the effect of spells, but also has a good defense against all kinds of evil things.

There will definitely be danger in this trip, so take it with you. "

Chu Dong took it with both hands, not daring to show any distaste, and took it out to compare the size.

"It's okay, it fits well, I don't pay much attention to it, thank you!"

If you don't look carefully at the blood-gold suit, it looks like a purple suit with golden patterns, which has a rich and noble temperament, but if you look carefully, you can feel the evil power above it.

Chu Dong suddenly felt that this blood gold suit was a bit similar to the principle of the official uniform?

He asked suspiciously: "Uncle Wu, who did you learn this blood gold suit from?"

Wu Yong still wanted to take a sip of the wine he hid, but after drinking that glass of wine and drinking his own, he felt dull. He put down the glass, looked at the night sky outside the window, and said with a nostalgic face.

"In the early years, I married Xiaotong's mother. I was sixteen or seventeen years old. I was unwilling to go out and venture out. At that time, I felt that I knew something and there were great opportunities in this world.

Then I went out of the Linming Mansion to find an errand in the imperial capital, but when I arrived, I realized that we are not welcomed by such unorthodox warlocks.

This blood-gold coat was learned during the years in the imperial capital.

I heard that it is a royal secret technique, but who knows, for me, as long as it is easy to use. "

There was no reason for it, Chu Dong felt that the blood gold clothes were an imitation of official clothes, because they were too similar, except that there was no radiation on the body, the effect was too similar.

What the hell is the royal doing?

Want to study ancient officials?

If you think this way, then the move of the capital to suppress ghosts was really for the purpose of suppressing ghosts, maybe it was not to seize the official uniforms and official seals of ancient officials, right?

Wu Yong also chattered a few words to Chu Dong, talking about some deceptions that are common in the world, after all, this is the first time Chu Dong has left Lin Ming Mansion.

If you have strength, you have strength, but you will still suffer if you are afraid of some losses.

Warlocks of partial sects are indeed not popular. In terms of strength, Wu Yong is a few blocks away from the coffin maker back then, but if he really went to the Department of Yin and Yang, a person like Wu Yong can only enter partial sects, and he may suffer from all kinds of stares.

In this world, everything pays attention to being right and sound, but the art of partial warlocks is called partial because they do not come from a correct path and cannot see the light.