The road to immortality started from a blind man in a pharmacy

Chapter 52 52. Visualization Method Changes

One night.

Song Cheng was like having a tryst with a goddess. What he twisted with his hands and rubbed with his legs was white flesh that was smoother than silk, softer than tofu, more fragrant than flowers, and sweeter than honey.

He even felt a little blasphemous in his heart, but then it turned into greater enthusiasm and he devoted himself to it.

For a long time, he and this ice fairy-like lady were huddled together and calmed down.

He suddenly felt that the sight in front of him began to "change like a roller coaster" again, sometimes extremely clear, and sometimes extremely blurred.

So, he simply closed his eyes.

This way, it really felt much better.

Soon, Song Cheng stood up again.

"What are you looking for?" Miss An looked at the boy who had become her man.

Song Cheng said, "A piece of black cloth, I want to cover my eyes."

"It's in the drawer on the left side of the dressing table, take a look and see if it works." Miss An said, and then asked, "Xiao Song, are you comfortable?"

Song Cheng nodded and said, "Hmm."

To be honest, Miss An is more attractive than Tong Niangzi.

Miss An said, "Xiao Song, then I'll put on my underwear and go to bed. There are still many things to do during the day tomorrow. If you don't feel comfortable, come by yourself later. Don't be afraid of waking me up."

She was ridiculously calm, and even such things would be considered from the other person's perspective.

Either don't do it, or do it thoroughly.

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, and said, "Sister An, go to sleep, I hurt you."

Miss An said lightly, "Every woman has this day, it's nothing."

As she spoke, there was a rustling sound from the bed.

Then, An Chenyu rolled to the inside of the bed, pointed his buttocks to the other side, and then turned sideways and said, "Xiao Song, good night."

"Good night." Song Cheng replied, and then found a black cloth from the drawer.

This black cloth was hung on the window on his wedding night before, and it blocked the light very well.

The boy wrapped the black cloth in front of his eyes.

The world became ink painting style again.

He grabbed the thin knife like a stick and walked out of the door again.

There was wind and sound outside the house. His mind and eyes, together with his keen perception now, directly formed a world that was almost synchronized with the outside scene.

Since he had to be blind for a while, he had to try some things again.

He and the county magistrate and the county lieutenant had a good chat during the day.

But if he was blind, the two might regret it.

Of course, people's mouths can lie, but "favorability" will not. If the favorability of the two people dropped, Song Cheng would continue his original plan: create a vest and talk to them.

As for Baituozhuang, if his vision was good, he would still go and take a look. If it was not stable enough, he would lose the election. But now, he did not plan to go again.

What is the essence of Baituozhuang?

The loser of the imperial hegemony, living in a prefecture, sharing Hanping Prefecture with Zhushan Temple and Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.

To put it bluntly.

This is a place of right and wrong.

His purpose of becoming stronger is to keep himself and his family in a safe living environment.

If he goes to a place of right and wrong in order to become stronger, isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

The young man walked around in the yard with a thin knife to adapt to the new world of perception.

He no longer controls the outside world through vision, but through hearing, taste, and perception.

Brick and tile floor, corridor, east and west wing rooms, teahouse, and the pond where green waterweed has grown.

In the pond, there are fish that are still awake, swimming among the water plants.

The sound of water waves, the sound of the wind, the sound of trees, the girls' even breathing behind the house, the sound of the night watchman in the distance, everything constitutes a wonderful world that normal people cannot see.

Song Cheng's heart was inexplicably calm, and the black cloth covering his eyes was blown up by the night wind, making a loud noise.

In the early morning, the sun shone on this small county town.

If you look down from a high place, you will find that the light only shines here, from top to bottom, like a small well.

And outside this small well, there is a rumbling haze.

Those hazes are like a lingering ocean, majestic and boundless.

Last night, it was still very stable.

The ghost tide four days ago seemed to have reached its peak. It has subsided at this time, and even the repair work of the city gate has been almost done.

The gate bolts were jointly reinforced by the blacksmiths in the city, and sufficient kerosene and sacks were prepared behind each city gate.

Some sacks were filled with stones to block the door; others were filled with firewood to light the oil.

Ghost servants are afraid of fire, so this job is very targeted.

At this time, in the county magistrate's mansion.

As the internal affairs disciples of Baituozhuang, "Shanghe County Magistrate Chen Hou" and "Shanghe County Lieutenant Ouyang Fei" were eating luxurious morning tea. In addition to the usual white flour steamed cakes, there were also a lot of pork and mutton mixed with pepper and fermented black beans. If a warrior wants to maintain his own strength, he needs to eat meat every day.

The two were chatting about something.

About Song Cheng.

"Ouyang, have you found out?"

"I have." Ouyang Fei brushed his hands, wiped the oil from his mouth, and said, "After several inquiries, I finally found out Brother Song's background.

He used to be a clerk in Huichuntang in Tanghe Village, and he is a blind man.

He escaped from that ghost village and was rescued by the people of Ruyi Chamber of Commerce."

"Blind man?" Chen Hou fell into silence and thought, and then asked casually, "Do you suspect that he is not a human?"

A blind man, a clerk, ran out of the ghost village, not only his eyesight was restored, but his strength was greatly improved, how could he not be suspicious?

Ouyang Fei shook his head and said, "Not really. If he was, our city would have been broken long ago.

Besides that, he can practice.

The ghost servant can't do this.

His talent for practice is extremely terrifying.

The "Fu Liu Jin" technique is unique to the Ruyi Chamber of Commerce. Brother Song has never been exposed to it before, but he only took a very short time to practice to such a level.

He is a real monster, a monster of practice.

And the eyes. You and I know that it is not uncommon for supernatural things to happen in such a ghost place.

Now that the eyes are bleeding, it is most likely related to the supernatural."

Chen Hou thought about it, nodded, and said: Well, that's it.

When the ghost tide recedes, we will write a letter to recommend this young talent to the owner of the manor.

Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Today, he may still rely on us, but in the future, I'm afraid we will all have to look up to him.

Such a good relationship is rare, there is no need to make an enemy with him. "

Ouyang Fei nodded, and then sighed: "Comparing people is frustrating. We worked hard to practice strength, but who would have thought that the young man practiced it casually. He will not only become an inner disciple, but may also become an elder or even the owner of the manor. "

The county lieutenant who holds power in the county showed envy.

He can already imagine Song Cheng's life in the future.

Join a sect, then follow the rules, compete with fellow disciples, obtain more resources and skills, and practice slowly.

Practice from the realm of strength to the realm of form, and then practice to the realm above.

Maybe he will encounter setbacks and hardships, but with the help of the sect and his own talent, he can always overcome them, and then improve every time he overcomes them.

After the promotion, Song Cheng will go out to practice with his fellow apprentices.

In this way, step by step, he will reach a realm that he will never see again.

Envy.

Ouyang Fei patted his thigh, then buried his head in the dry meat, and the fat in his mouth began to shake as he chewed.

As he was shaking, a servant suddenly came to report from outside.

"Master, Mr. Song is here."

Chen Hou said, "Invite him in quickly."

The servant was a little hesitant to speak.

Chen Hou glared and said, "Speak."

The servant said, "Mr. Song has a piece of black cloth wrapped around his eyes, and the knife in his hand is tapping the ground like a cane. He... He seems to be blind."

Chen Hou was stunned, and stood up at the same time as Ouyang Fei was shocked.

He was still talking about recommending talents, and then this talent was blind?

How can he recommend this?

After a while, the two saw Song Cheng again, and they were a little silent.

As for what happened to Song Cheng's eyes, the two could guess that it was related to the supernatural, so there was nothing to ask.

For a moment, the three of them were a little stiff.

Song Cheng sighed and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to let you down. As for the 10,000 taels, I've talked to Sister An."

Ouyang Fei was stunned when he heard this.

He was still imagining Song Cheng's future life before, but it was completely overturned in the blink of an eye?

However, when he heard Song Cheng say this, he suddenly stood up and said, "Brother Song, don't mention 10,000 taels. The problem is not that you let us down, but that I want to repay you for saving my life."

Chen Hou was still thinking, "Since I've become blind, why don't I go back on my word and ask Ruyi Chamber of Commerce for 10,000 taels." When he heard Ouyang Fei say this, he suddenly felt something in his heart: It's better not to offend such a monster.

So, he hurriedly said, "Brother Song, don't mention this. There is no 10,000 taels, and there has never been any. It's too formal to say this."

Song Cheng looked at the two of them quietly through the black cloth.

One had a favorability of 90 and the other had 85, and there was no change.

He bowed slightly and said, "Thank you."

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Song Cheng left.

All along the way, everyone who saw him was whispering.

Most of them were surprised and regretful, but some were gloating

Blind?

Isn't it just getting weaker?

Song Cheng walked as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, he felt that the two eyeballs behind the black cloth suddenly became colder and colder, as if frozen by frost and snow, and turned into two lumps of ice.

Flesh, blood, nerves, all became cold

He stopped and endured the coldness.

It should be that something happened to Yun'e again, as for what it was, he didn't know

For a long time, and then for a long time

Suddenly, he found that the panel had changed.

[Name: Song Cheng]

[Talent: Immortality]

[Area: Yellow Grade B]

[Skills]

Phantom Tower Visualization Method (?) (Perfect) (+)

[Taboo]

1. Blessing of the Drowned Ghost

2. Human Skin Ghost’s Peering

Two changes.

First, the long-lost “+” sign appeared after “Phantom Tower Visualization Method”, which means that it can be deduced;

Second, in the “Taboo” column, “Human Skin Ghost’s Peering” appeared inexplicably.

He looked at the “+” sign.

A line of information appeared:

[Taboo affects and brings about changes. You have a 10% chance to deduce a new visualization method]

Song Cheng: ? ? ?

This is, the human skin ghost attacked Yun’e, and then spied on himself through Yun’e. But this peeping was actually fed back to his visualization method, just like his ghost eyes turned the pagoda into a ghost tower before?

This works too?