Reverend Insanity

“With my C and other qualifications, Yuan Hai can store up to 40% of the empty tips. The bug rejects the truth much faster than I can self-restore it. If I want to refine pests, I have to use external forces, that is, to consume stones. ”

“The weaker the will, the less resistance, the easier it is for me to refine. But all beings have the will to survive. I'm going to refine Moonlight. I need at least five yuan stones, at most eight yuan.” With a wealth of practice experience, Square Source estimates the total amount of stones it will consume.

“To refine a liquor bug now, you need at least eleven, at most sixteen.” Alcohol worms, like moonlight tricks, are definitely more rare and more difficult to refine.

In other words, although the source now has seventeen yuan stones, after refining the liquor bug alone, there are only six, or at least one.

In the night sky, the bright moon teeth emit a clean moonlight.

The moonlight is like the soft hand of a fairy, gently touching the ancient moon cottage. Bamboo towers along the way are like jade brands.

Night breeze slowly blows.

The source is in the moonlight and returns to the inn.

The inn door, it's closed.

Fang Yuan banged on the door.

“I hear you! Hear! Who, knocking on the door so late...” The innkeeper opened the door whimpering, sleeping.

But when he saw the source of the door, his disgruntled and lazy look suddenly changed, bending over and smiling with a smile: “It's the boy. Little one is lucky to open the door for the boy. ”

Square nodded and walked into the inn with indifference.

This expression made the man laugh even lower, and he asked proactively, "Is the boy hungry? Would you like to give a small notice to the chef and make you a few small dishes as a snack night? ”

“No need.” Fang Yuan shook his head, only admonished, “You prepare me some hot water, I want to wash. ”

“Yes!” the man nodded hastily, "Go back to your room first, little guarantee, the hot water will be here soon. ”

Fangyuan, um, stepped up the stairs and walked to the second floor.

Dude looks at the back of Square Source, his eyes flashing in the light, revealing obvious envy.

“This is the magician, how good would it be if I were qualified to practice!” He held his fist and sighed deeply.

He couldn't help but laugh in his heart as it drifted into the source's ears.

A magician can have the power to transcend mortals and be superior to others, but the price paid is also high.

The first difficulty is financial resources.

Manipulators need stones to practice, fighting needs stones, refining needs stones, trading needs stones.

Without Yuanshi, how can you practice?

This is a mortal inn, mate, because just bystanders don't realize this embarrassment.

Just like this evening, that young magician Jiangfang, when he fell into the wine pit, let out his grudge at the hunters: he couldn't afford to spend his own stones on this green bamboo wine, but you hunter district mortals have the spare money!

Peek-a-boo, this statement alone illustrates the practice of the magician.

The magician is powerful and earns more than human beings, but also consumes more. Often, every stone must be baht. Especially the low-level little magician.

Don't look at the glorious appearance of some magicians. In fact, life in the interior is very difficult.

“And as the realm of magicians rises, so does their need for resources. Without the mountain, it's hard for a magician to practise.” Fang Yuan thought about previous generations and learned a lot about it.

He went back to his room, just turned on the lights, and the innkeeper came up with a basin of hot water.

And, of course, cloth towels and other toiletries.

Fang Yuan asked the man to back off, close the door, latch the door, wash up and go to bed.

Despite some physical deprivation, there is still an exhilaration in the mind: "Finally got the bug. Alcohol worms are more precious than moonlight tricks, which in a sense can improve the qualifications of tricksters! ”

Fangyuan sat on the bed and removed the liquor worm.

The bugs are still snoring and falling asleep. It's a little bigger than a moonlight trick, white and white, like a silkworm baby.

Under the illumination of the light, its body is covered in a faint glow, as if it were a pearlescent round glow. Two eyes, like two black sesame seeds, are embedded in a fat white head and look daft.

In the hand, it's not heavy, it's about half the weight of an egg.

Smell it carefully and it still smells of wine.

The aroma is not that of bamboo wine, but that of the bug itself. The fragrance is pure and unpleasant. Fangyuan's nose twitches and breathes this nose into the body.

The fragrance drifted straight down into the empty tip and into the bronze Yuanhai.

Yuanhai fluctuated and soon absorbed the liquor. A tiny bit of pure truth, and then came out.

The other true elements, all emerald green, flashed with copper metallic shine.

But the silk is green, more concentrated than the original silk. This is a magician's middle class to possess the true dollar.

Seeing this pale green bronze true yuan, Fang Yuan smiled satisfactorily: “I am now fixing, just a turn to the beginning. But with the concentrate of the liquor worm, once the real dollar is purified, you can have a turning middle grade real dollar. The beauty of this is that one or two sentences are unclear. ”

But soon, he shrunk his smile: “But I don't really have a real grasp of the bug yet, and I can only manipulate it freely and refine my true element with maximum efficiency if I completely refine it and become my own. ”

With that in mind, he did not hesitate to redeploy a bronze real dollar from Yuanhai.

Zhenyuan wrapped the liquor worm tightly, suspended it in front of the square and began invading its body.

When the bug sensed the existential crisis, it woke up. It began to struggle intensely, to mobilize its own strength and to drive away the true elements of the source.

“This bug is very resistant.” With all seriousness, I feel that the true consumption rate is more than twice as fast as the moonlight trick.

“Whatever it takes, Bug, I'm refined.” His eyes flashed with firmness, continuing to draw the true elements and wrap them around the bugs.

In the room of the inn, the candles on the table burned quietly, the room was bright in the center, and the far corners of the walls were dim.

The candlelight was on Square Source's face, and he had closed his eyes and concentrated on dealing with the bugs.

A constantly bronzed true dollar, as if it were a fog, emanating from the whole body of the square, then gathered together and securely wrapped around the liquor worm.

Wine bugs are suspended in the air less than a foot from the face of the source. It struggles hard in the siege of the bronze element.

Time is passing quietly.

The shorter the candle burns, the darker the candle burns. The moon teeth outside the window had slowly landed, and a new day had arrived.

Early morning sunlight, through the window crevices, transmits into the room. Like putting a light edge on the window.

Fong Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the liquor bug in front of him.

Alcohol worms have a green color on their white bodies. This was the result of a half-night effort by Fong Yuan.

But obviously, this green is less than one percent of the body of a liquor bug.

The face of the square source is heavy, the will of this alcoholic insect is too tenacious, the resistance is very strong, it is beyond the boundaries of a carpet.

“It is highly likely that this insect is the lifeblood of a florist. The florist is a five-spinner, and the bug was also a five-spinner, but it didn't have enough food for years, hungry for a meal, and the grade dropped. Now there is only one level left, but the will is as strong as a rock! ”

Fang Yuan guessed the truth.

The bug itself is the lifeblood of the florist, whose original natural will was washed away by the florist, accompanied by a north-south battle between the florists and the rivers and lakes.

After the death of the florist, the will of his mighty is present in the bug. Fangyuan is now going to refine the liquor worm, waiting for it to compete with the will of the florist.

This is a lot harder than refining natural insects.

The will of man is generally higher than that of a natural trickster, and at the moment of life and death, he can erupt forces that even he cannot imagine. And the flower and wine maker is the mighty one of the magic. He walks alone and crosses rivers and lakes. His will is stronger than that of his righteous counterparts.

“It's impossible to refine this bug within a month. Unless there is a strong man, use the breath of a two-to-three swing to suppress the bug and minimize the will in the bug. With this help, I can do half the work.” Thinking about it, Fangyuan sighed.

His parents are dead. His uncle and aunt conspired against him, and they didn't depend on the mountain themselves. Where do they get foreign aid?

If such qualifications as A are good to say, but now his qualifications are only C, and all tribes do not look after him, who would be willing to use such great effort to help him?

More importantly, the presence of liquor worms cannot be exposed.

Ancient Moon Hills does not have such tricks as a liquor worm, and the source cannot explain the origin of the liquor worm.

If exposed, it is highly likely that it will be detected at a high level, thus creating contact with the florist. It's too easy to think of the two together.

“Seventeen yuan stones is not enough, at least thirty yuan stones! It's troublesome, but if it's any harder, I'm going to refine the bug.” The will of the source, like iron, is determined to refine the liquor worm.

The fate of the magician is very relevant, which greatly influences the future direction of the magician's practice.

Although not the ideal choice for the world's natural tricks, it is much better than Moonlight tricks, and is the best level that can be achieved in the current situation.

Goo, Goo...

At this point, a protest was heard from the stomach of Fangyuan.

I haven't slept all night, and I refine the alcohol bug, and the source is naturally hungry.

“Fill your stomach first, then think about how to build up the stones.” Square touched his stomach and went downstairs.

We went to the dining room on the first floor, picked a corner and sat down, ordered a few early.

When I started eating, my brother Ancient Moon Fang appeared.

“Brother, why don't you go back to sleep at night when you live in the inn?” He was very polite and had a questionable tone.