After a long time, Wang An began to try the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique, and found that it was extremely difficult to operate the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique, although it could be operated, every time he urged the power of Chaos, there was a sharp pain on his body, and the meridians seemed to be blocked, which was obscure and difficult.

"Whew... Fortunately, the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique can still work. ”

Up to now, Wang An could only slowly run the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique, dredging the meridians little by little.

Gradually, Wang An's body began to be filled with a faint blood aura, and the whole person looked faintly more angry, and his face gradually turned ruddy.

Cross-legged, the magic slowly flowed, the eight veins of the strange meridians in the body, like dead wood in spring, a trace of vitality suddenly appeared, dry and painful, but all the meridian wounds, the surrounding gradually a layer of light silver, the body began to exude an ancient, wild and vast atmosphere.

Just as Wang An was immersed in cultivation, the little stone ran to the scriptures in a hula.

"Brother, my grandfather said that he could go home soon!"

I saw him jumping up and down to the bed, looking at Wang An who was sitting cross-legged with curiosity.

"Oh, that's it, I'm fine, I'll go out and have a look. Wang An suddenly opened his eyes, and a thick oppression suddenly appeared.

Xiao Shi's curious face suddenly had a hint of fear, and he turned around and hurriedly ran out.

"Old man Bai, are we going to enter the port?" Wang An opened the curtain of the room and walked out directly.

The sea breeze blows and a faint fishy smell wafts through the air, and in the twilight, fishing boats come from all directions.

Thousands of sails move in unison, bustling with excitement, and the waves are roaring.

"Hey, Xiao Anzi, are you up? You just woke up, rest more. Seeing that Wang An actually walked out by himself, the old man Bai had a trace of surprise on his face.

He estimated that Wang An would have to lie down for at least a few days, and then supplement some nutrients before he had the strength to get out of bed, but he didn't expect that he would come out just after waking up.

"With Master Lao Bai caring, I'm fine, I'll see if there's anything I can do to help you. Wang An smiled and shook his head, his heart was full of gratitude for this old man.

As the fishing boats approached the port, the water level became very shallow, and there were dead fish and vegetable leaves floating everywhere, and the port looked a little chaotic.

The old berms, the dilapidated and low houses, and the bustle of people, the harbor is crowded with people in the twilight.

The hawkers shouted, their wives and sons greeted each other, the smoke curled from the cooking, and the cars and boats came and went.

"Hey, Master Bai, is the little stone back, how is the harvest?" A shirtless, tanned fish, carrying a large basket of fish on his shoulders.

"Hey, who is this little brother? His eyes suddenly froze, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, staring at Wang An with a puzzled look.

"Haha, Li Dazhuang, this little brother was shipwrecked at sea, and I gave him a ride by the way. Old man Bai said lightly, "Alas, unlucky, I didn't get anything this time, where is you younger, every time you go to sea, you return with a full load." ”

|“ Haha, Master Bai laughed. Do you want me to help?" Li Dazhuang smiled innocently. I lowered my head a little embarrassedly.

Old man Bai seemed to be very familiar with the people around him, and he would say hello with a smile when he saw each other, and a simple folk style gradually infected Wang An, who seemed to have forgotten that he was a monk, and also chatted with them.

Wang An helped Old Man Bai finish selling the fish, and then packed up all the fishing nets, the night was low, the lights were all around, and some people had already begun to eat dinner.

He found that the seafood that can be sold here at a good price is basically some rare fish, or shellfish, such as tuna and hawksbill turtles, which can be sold for a few taels of silver, which is enough for the living expenses of ordinary families for a year.

Walking into the village, there are houses all around, Wang An's divine sense cannot be used, and it is impossible to see how many people there are, looking at the ancient bluestone roads around, which are extremely wide, there must be many residents here.

The old man's house is very large, and there is a small yard, there are a few coconut trees in the yard, the houses are all made of stones, ancient and primitive, and it looks like there is a primitive beauty.

It's just that at this moment, the courtyard is dark, there is no trace of human traffic, and there is a trace of vicissitudes and loneliness in the ancient world.

Over the years, the old man Bai has watched his loved ones gradually leave, and he and his little grandson have been waiting for the empty courtyard, as if they are clinging to an empty city, and as the city grows old, but the years have not bent his spine after all, and he still faces everything with a smile.

"Xiao Anzi, I'll go make a fire and cook, you sit down first. Putting down the things in his hand, Master Bai went straight to the kitchen to make dinner.

steamed a sea fish, and then made another soup with kelp, Wang An, who has rarely eaten seafood, plus he hasn't eaten for so many days, he suddenly feels that this is a delicacy in the world.

After dinner, Wang An stayed directly at Old Man Bai's house.

In the dead of night, Wang An did not sleep, and at this moment he sat cross-legged on the bed, trying to repair the meridians in his body and expel the power of the laws of space.

An hour passed, Wang An's eyes were closed, a faint trace of blood was surrounding his body, his face was hideous, his brows were tightly locked, and he seemed to be suffering from great pain.

Every time the magic technique is run, all the meridians seem to be shaken, as if when hitting the bottleneck, let the chaotic power of the ancestral witch flow and the injury is indifferent, although it has a strong repair ability, but it is still difficult, the operation is obscure, and there are twists and turns.

The injuries on his body were so serious that it seemed like all the cells had fallen into a deep sleep, and at this moment, his divine sense could not be used, and he couldn't open the Eight Desolations Storage Bag, and it was a luxury to want to take a pill.

The next day, Old Man Bai didn't go out to fish, he first found a doctor to check Wang An's body, and found that there was no major problem, so this time he was relieved to dry the fishing nets and clean up the fishing boat.

Master Bai, who was warm-hearted in the ancient way, did not dislike Wang An in the slightest, and told Wang An to rest assured that he was recuperating at home, and then he went out to sea to fish with a small stone.

A fisherman, unless he is lucky enough to catch tuna, or hawksbill turtles, or pearls, basically has to go out to sea to fish all the time, otherwise he will not be able to make a living at all.

For several days, Wang An spent several days at home recuperating and healing.

This night, Wang An still used the Ancestral Witch Chaos Technique to repair the meridians as usual.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a faint silver-white color was permeated around him, and a rich blood qi was surging and majestic, lingering around him, and the temperament of the whole person suddenly remained unchanged, and a sharp and heavy aura suddenly appeared.

|“ Haha, finally dredged all the meridians. ”

The next moment, Wang An suddenly opened his eyes and laughed excitedly, and the laughter echoed in the silent night.