Fu Qingjun put down the things for them and ignored them.
After all, this was all he could do to help them. Whether they could survive depended on themselves.
Fu Qingjun put away the books and ran to the kitchen to cook.
He was so hungry that he was dizzy. He was really hungry.
By the time he finished eating and came back, half an hour had passed. He found that most of the ants on the table had lost their consciousness and souls. They had become ordinary ants crawling aimlessly.
Eh?
So fast?
Even the Queen Ant had lost her own consciousness?
Fu Qingjun looked at the table in shock. It was unbelievable. In the blink of an eye, it had become so miserable.
According to Fu Qingjun's speculation, they should still be alive after he returned. They should not have dissipated so quickly. "Could it be that practicing martial arts consumed too much energy and accelerated the dissipation of their souls?"
He looked at the medicine left behind. A lot of it had been consumed. Some ants even drowned in the medicine jar.
At this time, only a small number of ants still retained a part of their consciousness and were working hard to stand.
However, they only cultivated the Crouching Lion Stance. After all, they couldn't really stand on their two legs when it came to pole-standing.
"They are quite smart. They know to choose one that suits them. They must have studied it carefully." Fu Qingjun looked carefully and found that the living ants were almost all the old ants from the previous era whose souls had been cleansed twice.
"But the oldest of the first batch doesn't seem to be able to hold on for long."
Fu Qingjun studied it carefully for a while and could not help but shake his head. "But it seems that they can't succeed in an instant. They have to accumulate slowly … I guess this era is going to be over! We have to wait for the new ants of the third era to inherit their bodies. Generation after generation, their bodies will be strengthened. Then there might be hope! "
There were no miracles, but it was also a matter of course.
Miracles happened through the efforts of generations. There was no overnight success.
He waited quietly. He saw with his own eyes that the last ant that was standing and applying medicine lost consciousness and began to crawl. He did not pay attention to it anymore.
He wrote a line of words on the experiment record.
"Letting ants practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies seems to be useful!
"Continuous training, trembling their bodies, hammering their muscles. Their exoskeletons will continue to harden and their bodies will become deformed. It's like raising insects!
Crash!!
Fu Qingjun's hair fluttered in the wind, piercing into the bodies of the unconscious ants and filling them up again. "I'll fill them up again and wait for the third generation to open their minds … There's still some time left, I can go out for a while."
He intended to take a look at the potions for basic body building. It was not a good idea to keep using the Iron Thread Fist potions. If the potions were not suitable, it might not work at all.
As for the Basic Potions, it would not be good to ask Li Mo to buy them for him. After all, "he" would not be able to use them at all. He could only go out himself.
Besides, he had been here for a few days, so it was time for him to go out and take a look.
Li Mo is still at work, so I'm not afraid of bumping into her.
Fu Qingjun went to look at the sunflower again and found that the sunflower did not have intelligence. However, it seemed that because it was difficult to input, it leaked slowly. There were still many souls in the plant.
Fu Qingjun didn't think too much about it. He carefully wrapped his hair around his waist, found a large cloak and hat, and put it on. Covering the back of his neck, he walked out of the door and down the corridor.
"The world is really strange. Just by looking at your face … I can tell that you are the fierce and powerful Fu Qingjun! If I cover my head, just by looking at my figure, I can tell that I am a weak and ordinary teenager. "
If he covered his face, just by looking at his figure, who would be able to recognize him?
He was quite confident in his own figure.
At this moment …
On the entire table, there was a sunflower flower on the flowerpot.
A melon seed was like a coffin, piercing deep into the flowerpot. A deformed and mutated red ant was lying quietly in it. There were mysterious patterns of iron rings on its body.
"This place, this place … There is a warm energy wrapped around me, preventing me from losing my soul."
"There is a mysterious black-and-white striped ancient coffin in the sun, and there is food in it. This is a gift from the heavens! This must be to keep me in a deep sleep, so that I won't die so quickly … "
"This must be a gift from the gods. I must live on …"
"The great god Amiro, and the unknown white god, Gatha wants to see you again!"
…
…
Fu Qingjun covered his face and went downstairs.
As he went downstairs, he sorted out his thoughts and thought about his future.
"First, since I have transmigrated to a parallel world, I must figure out the degree of mutation in my body and continue to build a testing ground. Those ants can continue … My ability seems to be related to the soul."
"Second, the tunnel back to Earth. With my current mental strength, I can only temporarily open a tunnel of a few millimeters. Ants can indeed pass through …"
"Third, how should I deal with the problem of my identity after coming to this world … If I can deal with it well, I might be able to obtain resources here and then gather them to save people, or even cultivate resources for the Demon Kingdom."
Create a civilization, a Demon Kingdom, a sand table, a world …
How crazy and interesting would that be!
Fu Qingjun felt that he had to make the ants strong and become an army to explore the ruins of Earth and save the people in the apocalyptic wasteland …
In the future, he might not be ants. When he was strong, he could use his brain to create more powerful creatures, even humans …
"I wonder how Master and my parents are doing." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath. After all, only two days had passed. It should not be too urgent.
He walked around and felt as if he had returned to the noisy scene in the TV series of the Republic of China. After passing through a few old streets, he found an old medicine shop.
[Miao Chuntang]
Walking in directly, Zhang Xuan was greeted by a huge rectangular black medicine cabinet. Every shelf was filled with the names of the herbs, and the shelves by the side were filled with all kinds of bottles and jars. Above the cashier at the door hung a black clock.
On the side, there was a tall and strong man with bronze skin. He was sweating profusely as he held a copper mortar and pestle in one hand and pounded the medicine in the mortar.
"Young man, what do you want?" The giant raised his eyelids.
Fu Qingjun looked around and found that some of the names of the herbs in this world were unfamiliar. He did not even recognize some of the herbs and plants.
After all, he had already started studying medicine. He had basically memorized most of the traditional Chinese medicine, but he only recognized a part of it here.
"Even the plants in this parallel world are slightly different?" Fu Qingjun's face darkened. In other words, he was useless as a programmer, and even his half-baked medical skills were useless?
What happened to the combination of traditional Chinese medicine and modern western medicine that shocked the ancients a hundred years ago?
Western medicine mostly relied on modern equipment. He originally wanted to come to this medicine shop and rely on traditional Chinese medicine, but it did not follow common sense at all!
"Since the species are different, will there be reproductive isolation between me and the girls here?" Fu Qingjun shrunk his neck. The definition of parallel world was very mysterious. Maybe this world had been diverging since the evolution of apes hundreds of millions of years ago. So it was possible that some plants and animals could not be recognized.
"What do you want?"
The giant looked at the masked young man who was in a daze and was a little impatient.
"External nourishing potion for stance training." Fu Qingjun thought for a while and looked around. He looked at the medicinal wine in the distance. "Oh yes, can I have a bottle of ant wine?"
"You're getting old, and it's not good for you to practice martial arts. Your future is limited. Are you trying to hide it from your family? But if you want to practice, it's up to you. "The giant glanced at Fu Qingjun and walked lightly.
He shook his head and handed over a bottle of medicinal wine while mumbling, "Times have changed. It's too hard to practice martial arts … It's good to be a cultured person. We were at such a disadvantage during World War II. I heard that they have a group of scientists over there …"
He spoke in a muffled voice as he took out a bottle of ant wine from the medicinal wine beside him.
Fu Qingjun held the bottle in his hand and looked at the ants floating in it. There were also some medicinal herbs mixed inside. He looked at it and asked, "What's the use of this ant wine?"
He remembered that he had a pile of dead ants.
As for those ants that seemed to be alive, they would eventually die.
He had prepared a tombstone for their civilization in advance. He had done his best and did not let them get to know each other in vain.
"This ant wine is good. It can activate meridians and blood vessels, dispel wind and relieve pain, strengthen muscles and bones, and increase energy."
The giant spoke energetically and laughed. "You can also drink it when you practice martial arts. It's good for your body. Martial arts practice is all about nourishment! Look at Fu Qingjun, who has been in the limelight for the past few years. His brothers in the underworld call him the most ruthless Heavenly General in the north of the city. He's ruthless and deserves to be called the number one villain. He brought a group of more than a hundred brothers to the train station to unload the goods. Everyone has to give him face! "
Fu Qingjun carefully looked at the names of the medicinal herbs around him and opened the drawer to look at the shape of the medicinal herbs inside. He casually added, "I've seen that person before. His martial arts might not be top-notch, but his looks are not bad."
"Isn't that so? He's handsome and his martial arts are good. "The giant did not care that Fu Qingjun was looking at the medicinal herbs. He held the long pipe in his mouth and lit it nonchalantly.
Fu Qingjun glanced at him. "Even the martial arts experts in the underworld smoke when they practice martial arts. It's not good for their health, right?"
"What the hell do you know, kid?" The giant flashed his yellow teeth and snorted. "We martial arts practitioners have to focus on internal and external training! After exercising outside, we apply medicine to restore our muscles and bones. Internally, we take in and spit out these fragrant herbs to cultivate our internal organs. There's a saying that goes, if you smoke, you'll become an immortal on the land. "
Fu Qingjun suddenly understood.
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