After doing all this, Zhang Lang felt that he should take a rest. He walked to the pool and lay down first. He drank two sips of spring water. He immediately burst out from his body and washed every inch of hair in his body. Zhang Lang couldn't help but moan, it was so good.

Zhang Lang soaked the two gourds in the spring water and let them absorb them. He wanted to see how much they could fit. Anyway, he had promised Wang Laosan to fill one, and the other was his own. Zhang Lang didn't expect that this gourd could fit so well, and he laughed happily when he thought of one of them.

I took another sword with me. It was an iron bar two feet long, two inches wide and one inch thick. There were two pieces of wood at the handle. Even the sword with the hilt was not pointed, sharp, sharp, and bladeless. Zhang Lang tried to polish it, but it was useless. In the end, he could only use it as a stick and just use it.

According to his adoptive father, this was left by his father, called Bailang Sword. At that time, Zhang Lang looked strange when he saw this sword, because no matter how he looked, even an iron bar was more like a toy sword. When he was a child, no one paid attention to it. After all, it is normal for a child to carry a toy sword. But now he is growing up, and people often look at this sword with a strange look. It is not because it was left by his father, and he is embarrassed to bring this sword now.

Then he took off his clothes and jumped into the pool. The little cold air when he first entered made his body tremble and he quickly adapted. He felt so comfortable. It seemed as if there were countless slender hands, covering every part of his skin, and gently supported the lower skin like a small hand, rubbed slowly, and even felt comfortable and happy.

Whether it was an illusion or something else, Zhang Lang felt that his spirit became particularly concentrated. Lying in the stone pond, Zhang Lang held the pool water and watched it flow down slowly. Looking at the cool spring water, he thought that the spring water was so magical. After taking a few more sips, it was more comfortable from the inside to the outside, from the outside to the inside.

I leaned against the edge of the stone pond, closed my eyes on my back, and after thinking for a while, I gradually fell asleep.

The originally quiet pool water suddenly seemed to boil, and bubbles with light silver starlight rose from the water surface one by one, and then the sleeping body exploded around Zhang Lang's body, as if he had intelligence, wrapped around Zhang Lang's body and quickly drilled into his pores.

Just as these faint silver liquids entered Zhang Lang's body, the muscles all over their body seemed to be violently compressed, and sweat emerged densely like a tide, gathered together, and fell into the pool water drippingly.

Then, sweat like black impurities kept seeping out of the body, and Zhang Lang's body slowly tightened. The feeling was like a swollen sponge twisted hard, squeezed out all the moisture in it.

The same is true for the Bailang Sword. It actually emitted a trace of black impurities and emitted crystal clear starlight, flashing with the breath of the vast starry sky. However, Zhang Lang was still sleeping and found this change at all.

The boiling water in the pool did not last long. After about ten minutes of touching, it gradually faded away. Just as the pool water was quiet, Zhang Lang, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in his mouth: "It's so hot!"

"Plop!"

He shouted, and Zhang Lang thrust his head and sneaked into the bottom of the pool. He stayed in it for a while before poking his head out of the water, breathing a few breaths quickly, looking confused. When he woke up, he was like a stove, and the hot feeling made him scream in disgust.

After a brief look at everything, Zhang Lang felt that if he wanted to remember all these 100,000 kinds, it should not be difficult.

But he has loved plants and trees since he was a child. The spirit of liking burst out when he was hidden in his personality. He did not simply remember it, but observed each herb very carefully, and understood each herb to the extreme level, so that he could look at the next one.

The pictures and texts of the herbs were studied to a level that was almost insignificant. As long as he closed his eyes, he could directly outline the herbs in his mind.

He even felt that he was not enough, and felt that there were not so many physical objects. Otherwise, he would have wanted to take them apart and observe them more thoroughly from the inside. There was no way, so he could only look more carefully. Whether it was the patterns or branches, he would never give up until he studied them thoroughly.

He took out the existing herbs on his body, compared them one by one with Shennong's herbs, and then dismantled them. During this process, he found that he had stained the herbs with spring water, and began to grow one by one, and the vitality of the medicine increased little by little. This made Zhang Lang look strange. He had known that some herbs would be kept first. But after thinking about it, how could people have so many premonitions and contentment?

In the end, he felt that it was not enough, so Zhang Lang didn't even let go of the roots and the fruits, as if he had magnified the herbs countless times in front of him and digged them a little bit.

He even felt worried. In the end, he actually explored the fluff on every plant and the small holes under the hair.

When he was thirsty, he drank the spring water. When Zhang Lang was hungry, he went to the river to catch a few fish to fill his stomach, and he was not worried about food.

He took out the Rising Sun and the Sky-Supering Art to start researching it. This is a body-building technique. The first sentence made Zhang Lang dumbfounded. He wanted to practice the domineering body, and the Rising Sun rose to the east. A pillar of Rising Heaven can bend and stretch. It is as hard as a thick rod, and as soft as a thin willow. Yang and Yin are in harmony, and it changes ever-changing.

This is a technique that uses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or its own true energy to temper the body. It is very mysterious. It increases the speed of absorbing spiritual energy, speed up the running speed of spiritual energy, and defense. The most important thing is that it can be big or small, hard or soft, and moves freely. It is like the rising sun, and the yang energy is born, strengthened like a pillar of the sky, and penetrates the earth.

Specifically, it is divided into six major realms: skin refining, flesh refining, organ refining, tendon refining, bone refining, and marrow cleansing. When practicing to the extreme, the body can be transformed and undergo earth-shaking changes, invincible, and the power of the ** can reach hundreds of thousands of kilograms of strength. When practicing to the extreme, the power of the ** is enough to level a mountain and cut off a surging river. In the end, the body can be quickly repaired, even immortal.

Zhang Lang browsed the Rising Sun and raised the sky technique, and felt a deep sense of surprise in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that there were still a few books that had not been read, he would have wanted to practice immediately.
Chapter completed!