Chapter 112: Watching the sky at night as a master, it is not appropriate to make elixirs tomorrow
In the middle dantian, immortal seeds are flying in the sky, and the energy and blood are dim.
Looking at the motionless immortal seed, Xia Ming couldn't help but feel shocked.
A bold idea gradually came to his mind.
This immortal species...does it need to be fed regularly?Its food is my blood?
Could it be that the way to stimulate the immortal seeds is also to instill Qi and blood?But with the little energy and blood I have, let alone stimulating it, it is difficult to feed it even once!
Although he was aware of the cruelty of reality, Xia Ming didn't feel much sense of loss in his heart.
The road must be walked step by step, the end point is right there and you won’t run away.
After touching his thin face, Xia Ming began his eating spree.
Nourishing elixirs, medicinal materials that nourish qi and health, wild beast flesh and blood...
While chewing the thick blood ginseng, he frantically stimulated the blood chakra in his body.
The scarlet gears fit into each other, and as the steam surged, streams of warm currents continued to flow into Xia Ming's body.
Immediately afterwards, wisps of blood-colored smoke also rose from the Zhongdantian.
Seeing this scene, Xia Ming just breathed a long sigh of relief.
Looking at the layer of light energy and blood in the middle dantian, and then glancing at the immovable immortal seed, Xia Ming's doubts arose again.
Does this qi and blood also have cultivation techniques?Is it possible to just rely on eating?Blood Wheel Heavenly Palace always feels like something is missing?
So what is the "Ji Hai Blood Sutra"?
As if by mistake, Xia Ming thought of the scripture he heard in the darkness that day.
It seems that the "Jihai Blood Sutra" is the symbol imprinted on the Jihai Blood Wheel. Unfortunately, in Xia Ming's hands, the Jihai Blood Wheel turned into a heavenly palace with gears fitting together.
Naturally, Xia Ming could no longer spy on the runes on it. Every gain must be followed by a loss, and nine out of ten of them would be disappointed.
Taking out the bronze mirror and looking at his slightly recovered figure, Xia Ming decisively took out the jade slip and called Han Dong'er.
[Dong'er, I'll observe the sky at night, master. It's not a good time to make alchemy tomorrow. You can study on your own. 】
On the other end of the jade slip, the pink-faced Han Dong'er listened to Xia Ming's voice over and over again.
The quilt under her body was tightened little by little, and finally, the girl let out a long and delicate gasp.
Wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead, Han Dong'er looked satisfied.
Master sends me voice messages every time.
This is not like, what is like?
Master must be interested in me!
With beautiful fantasies about the future, Han Donger fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning, Xia Ming came to the Tianhe Sect's library.
Elder Xu Yan, who guarded the pavilion, looked at Xia Ming's thin face and couldn't help but said seriously:
"Elder Yin, you have to pay attention to your health and don't work hard day and night. You are still young. In time, you will definitely have a place among the Supreme Elders of Tianhe Sect!"
Facing the elder guarding the pavilion, he said something to the elder and bowed his hands respectfully. Xia Ming replied humbly.
"Elder Xu, don't worry, Yin Shiqi has his own sense of proportion."
After taking Xia Ming's identity plate, Xu Yan couldn't help but ask one more question.
"Is Elder Yin still reading ancient books today?"
"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, Elder Xu."
"No trouble, no trouble."
After retrieving the nameplate, Xia Ming walked towards the depths of the library while thinking about Xu Yan's words just now.
The so-called ancient books refer to texts written on various materials, including jade, stone, leather, silk, paper, bamboo... and other materials.
The counterpart to the ancient version is naturally the modern version. The modern version is a jade slip, which carries written information.
Compared with the ancient version, the modern version is easier for monks to read, but there is one thing in the ancient version that the modern version is destined not to have.
That thing is called Daoyun.
When writing ancient books, the author will leave traces intentionally or unintentionally, and some even like to hide things in the ancient books.
According to legend, some people looked at the sword stele and realized the Tao Yun and the sword technique.
In a sense, Tao Yun is also a kind of inheritance.
Feeling my Tao Yuan and understanding what I understand, what is rare is understanding and empathy.
For Xia Ming, ancient books also have a unique meaning.
Ancient books can be redefined by Xia Ming's golden finger.
In fact, Xia Ming has been to the Library Pavilion many times. After the chaos, more than thirty sects in Xizi Cangzhou became a thing of the past.
The three sects of heaven, earth and people naturally inherited most of the properties of more than [-] sects, including mountains, rivers, mines, population and people, inheritance of skills, and various ancient and modern books.
Among these three sects, Tianhe Sect has the richest collection of ancient books, and this is the reason why Xia Ming chose Tianhe Sect.
Instead of lingering on the bookshelves outside, Xia Ming walked towards the depths. The ancient books placed outside were not very precious.
Xia Ming had scanned it briefly before and found nothing suitable for learning.
Even if he had one or two amazing ideas, it would be difficult to integrate them into Xia Ming's current system.
The lower Dantian has become a kettle, so you can’t smash the kettle anymore.
Of course, there are no magical powers above the pill formation here.
Those things are all in the hands of the sect's supreme elders, and they are their tools to attract talents.
However, Xia Ming's purpose was not to use those techniques. His purpose was to use his golden fingers to sift through all the ancient books here.
It would be great if he could discover something that could perfect his immortal path.
Walking into the depths of the library, the surrounding fluorescent stones shone, and in Xia Ming's eyes, the names on the ancient books began to distort.
After Goldfinger's rearrangement and combination, Xia Ming could still understand most of the content.
For example, on the bookshelf over there, there are words jumping up and down one by one.
If you look carefully, there are only two words - [nonsense].
Xia Ming even saw the [Pornographic Book].
I don’t know what is written in it.
But Xia Ming really didn't know a few ancient books.
At this time, Xia Ming would habitually look behind him, because he knew that the quiet demon would always be with him behind.
"Mu Chuan, what is this?"
Looking at the twisted characters on the book in his hand, Xia Ming couldn't hold himself any longer.
[Guide to recycling and renewable mineral collection and smelting]
Blinking his big eyes, Muchuan stretched out his slender fingers and said word by word:
"Disciple rules."
Throwing the thick book aside, Xia Ming trembled and continued walking deeper.
After looking at several bookshelves, Xia Ming slowly closed his eyes. Goldfinger was overloaded and his body would feel extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the blood pill can provide some relief, but once the blood pill is taken, the golden finger is gone again.
Leaning on the bookshelf, Xia Ming planned to read a few more books before going back.
Alas, I bit off more than I could chew.
I've been having bad luck recently, and I haven't been able to find the key props to complete the system.
As he sighed, Xia Ming looked at the bookshelf again.
Somewhere in the dark, the feeling came.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xia Ming saw a huge leather scroll in the corner.
[Reasonable array combination to achieve maximum energy output]
what?
what is this?
When Xia Ming was surprised, a small white hand stretched out just in time.
"This is the "Yin Yang Five Lines Formation"."
The moment he pulled out the long leather scroll, a small book fell out from the corner.
The moment he saw the brochure, Xia Ming was surprised again.
【&! ￥Treasure? ! 】
what?
Garbled characters?
What the hell?
"Mu Chuan, what is this book?"
Leaning next to Xia Ming, Muchuan said word by word:
""Records of Yunfu Mountain People"."
Looking at the "Yunfu Mountain Man" in his hand, Xia Ming's pupils shrank suddenly.
Could it be that there is some treasure information hidden in "Yunfu Mountain Man"?
Can Goldfinger understand this?
Without hesitation, Xia Ming walked directly in front of Xu Yan with these two ancient books.
Glancing at the two ancient books in front of him, and then at Xia Ming who looked tired, Xu Yan wanted to say something, but couldn't.
You are an alchemist, why should you borrow the "Yin-Yang Five Lines Formation"?
And that "Yunfu Mountain People's Notes" is just an idle book!
Alas, contemporary young people.
Do not understand do not understand.
With a long sigh, Xu Yan waved his hand and let Xia Ming go.
Two idle books, what are you registering for...
After putting the things in the storage ring, Xia Ming planned to visit the market at the foot of the mountain.
After this period of update iteration and continuous development, Xia Ming's Bluetooth Sword Formation has been upgraded to .
Nothing is missing, except the sword.
Iron sword, spiritual sword... he lacked both.
The iron sword was fine, but it was cheap, but the spirit sword was expensive.
Considering that Xia Ming is currently refining Dantian, he really has very few spiritual stones in his hands.
Fortunately, today is the fourth day of winter, and there is a discount on the fourth day of the lunar month, so Xia Ming plans to go take a look.
At the same time, Han Dong'er, who opened her eyes happily, listened to Xia Ming's message transmission jade slip several times before slowly getting up.
Today Han Dong'er plans to go shopping at the foot of the mountain with some female disciples. After all, she is a little girl and she always likes the excitement.
No, before she had finished washing, three or five pretty female nuns broke into her boudoir.
Sniff!Sniff! !
After sniffing the smell in the room vigorously, one of the female cultivators suddenly had a very strange look on her face.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, in this winter moon season, why does our Dong'er's room smell like spring?"
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"
When one person speaks, everyone laughs.
Han Dong'er's little face in front of the dressing table suddenly turned bright red.
Biting her lips, Han Dong'er raised her eyebrows and rushed towards the woman.
"Little hooves! Let me see if you still dare to talk nonsense, hum!"
"Hahaha! Stop scratching! Dong'er! I'm ticklish! Dong'er, I was wrong!" "Hmph!"
Han Dong'er snorted and was about to get up, but saw the woman pick up the jade slip on the pillow.
not good!Big thing is bad!
Han Dong'er's expression changed, and he was about to snatch it, but unfortunately the woman had already poured spiritual energy into it.
Immediately afterwards, a cold voice slowly echoed in the boudoir.
[Dong'er, I'll observe the sky at night, master. It's not a good time to make alchemy tomorrow. You can study on your own. 】
Listening to this voice, Han Dong'er's body suddenly trembled, and the spreading red had extended to his earlobes.
[Dong'er, I'll observe the sky at night, master. It's not a good time to make alchemy tomorrow. You can study on your own. 】
Seeing Han Dong'er's appearance, the woman deliberately played it again.
"Yo~~~Dong'er? Who is Dong'er?"
"Hahahaha!"
Suddenly, the boudoir was filled with spring scenery.
The blushing Han Dong'er snatched the jade slip and then buried his head deeply into the quilt.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuah...you...you all bully me..."
Seeing such a cold winter, the female cultivators had no intention of letting her go.
"Hey, yo - is our Dong'er shy?"
What's more, he stroked Han Dong'er's slender waist and praised him: "Look at this small waist, I don't know how that cruel person could resist."
In fact, all the female cultivators present knew that Han Dong'er had someone in her heart, and the person she liked was Yin Shiqi from Qingdai Peak.
Although they were said to be masters, they were actually about the same age. Yin was not yet seventeen, and Han Dong'er was only sixteen.
Gently patting Han Dong'er's graceful ups and downs, one of the women in a purple dress said:
"Okay, okay, get up, sister, here is a gift for you, don't you want to see what it is?"
Burying his head deeply into the quilt, the blushing Han Dong'er refused to come out.
"Don't look! Don't look! Don't look!"
"Oh? Are you sure, Dong'er? Don't you want to see the other half of Elder Yin's face?"
"Um???"
Hearing this, Han Dong'er suddenly raised his head.
"Sister Lin? Have you seen the other half of Master Yin's face?"
Lin Miao poked Han Dong'er's forehead with a finger, and Lin Miao glanced at Han Dong'er angrily.
"Silly Dong'er, you have forgotten that my grandma is the Supreme Leader of Yaogu. I specially asked him for you. When Elder Yin entered the mountain, he once went to Yaogu to meet my grandma. She told me, Elder Yin’s left eye is gone and there are no wounds on his face, but Elder Yin’s physique seems to be a bit special and his eye cannot grow back. If his lost eye can be found, it may be possible to reattach it.”
While talking, Lin Miao took out a long scroll.
"Well, I asked everyone to draw this, but it cost a lot of spiritual stones."
She threw herself into Lin Miao's arms, Han Dong'er's face turned pink.
"I knew that Sister Lin Miao was the best to me."
"Okay, okay, why don't you open it quickly and take a look?"
Hearing this, the female cultivators on the side also gathered around.
"Yes, yes, open it and take a look."
Under the gaze of all the women, Han Dong'er slowly unfolded the scroll.
Among the scrolls, there is an elegant man wearing a light blue robe.
Her long hair is tied on top of her head, her nose is high, her eyebrows are deep, and there is a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
Just a little bit, his left eye closed slightly, and his whole person looked a little mysterious.
Looking at the person in the painting, Han Dong'er was stunned for a moment.
So...is this what Master looks like?
It seems...I like it more.
……
At the same time, Xia Ming also came to Shanxiafang City.
The market was very big and lively. Xia Ming wandered around and purchased a lot of iron swords.
As Xia Ming wandered around, he thought of He Niansheng again.
Xia Ming always felt that the scene he saw with his left eye that day was somewhat familiar.
Thinking of the blood that He Niansheng vomited, Xia Ming slowly clenched his fists.
"He Niansheng was seriously injured. If I find his location, will I be able to fight?"
"The Bluetooth Sword Formation still lacks a few core spirit swords. If we gather together the spirit swords and set up an ambush, there is no chance..."
"I just don't know what He Niansheng got from the world in the mirror, and why he fought with Zhao Jiu..."
After thinking about it, Xia Ming noticed the big baby out of the corner of his eye.
On the street stall, an old black man wrapped in a sheepskin jacket was selling swords.
In the thousand-year-old red sandalwood box, ten palm-sized mini flying swords were lying quietly.
Even though they are small at the moment, once they are imbued with spiritual energy, they will become big immediately.
Looking at the ten flying swords, Xia Ming couldn't move any further.
These ten flying swords are all purple and look like precious jade. They are clearly spiritual swords made from purple jade and thunder bamboo.
In front of the stall, many monks had already asked about the price, but without exception, after asking about the price, they shook their heads and left.
What's more, when he left, he angrily scolded the crazy old man.
Walking to the stall, Xia Ming took a closer look at the old black man. He was in the late stage of foundation building and his appearance was not surprising.
There is no identity plate on his body, so he must be a casual cultivator. In fact, the current situation in Xizi Cangzhou is very subtle, and the property left by more than 37 sects is still too much.
In addition to the three sects of heaven, earth, and people, some casual cultivators also formed a loose alliance. They took advantage of the changes in the situation to exert family influence.
Families, large and small, are scattered around, and they have become a buffer zone for the three sects.
For these families, the three sects also adopted strategies to win over them, and some even offered these casual cultivators the status of honorary elders.
After all, for a sect, Pill Formation and Nascent Soul are the foundation.
If you don't have enough confidence, how can you talk about annexing one party?
After the chaos, Xizi Cangzhou, Yuanying and above were directly cut in half, and they had already fed the immortals.
And there are only a few pill-forming monks left.
Time, time.
For the three sects, the key right now is to maintain the pattern and gain time.
It is precisely because of this situation that this black old man in a sheepskin coat dares to trade things in the Tianhe Sect's market with confidence.
Taking a closer look, Xia Ming cupped his hand. The old man looked up and returned the courtesy politely.
"Dare to ask my friend, how did you get these spiritual swords?"
"One handle contains ten thousand spiritual stones. If fellow Taoist disciples pack it up and take it away, it will count to you as ninety-eight thousand spiritual stones."
hiss--
Hearing this, Xia Ming couldn't help but gasp.
Good guy, he knew that the Purple Jade Thunder Sword was expensive, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive.
As an elder of Qingdai Peak, he can only offer [-] spirit stones in one month.
Nowadays, Foundation Establishment Pills are very popular, and one Foundation Establishment Pill on the black market only costs [-] spirit stones.
After thinking for a moment, Xia Ming slowly frowned.
"Fellow Taoist, your price...is a bit high."
If an ordinary person spoke like this, Sheepskin Jacket would probably ignore it, but when he saw the jade plaque on Xia Ming's waist, Sheepskin Jacket still said patiently and slowly:
"My dear friend from the Tianhe Sect, this is a spiritual sword made of purple jade and thunder bamboo. It is at the peak level of the third grade! It is enough for fellow Taoists to use until the Nascent Soul stage!"
"To tell you the truth, little friends, there was a chaos at that time. Several brothers and I broke into the Bamboo Sword Sect and broke three brothers before snatching this set of flying swords!"
Hearing what Sheepskin Jacket said, Xia Ming couldn't help but click his tongue.
Good guy, cowhide!
Looking at the flying sword in the box, Xia Ming really liked it.
If he adds these flying swords, his Bluetooth second generation sword array will be complete.
After thinking for a moment, Xia Ming slowly said:
"Fellow Taoist, can I trade Foundation Establishment Pills?"
"Foundation Building Pill? If you have a Foundation Building Pill, one pill can be worth two thousand spirit stones. If you sincerely want it, just give me [-] spirit stones in one set."
After hearing this, Xia Ming started to take out the pills.
Lingshi?
Naturally, he doesn't have any spiritual stones. The spiritual stones are not enough for him to spend on himself.
After all, Xia Mingmazhao is dead.
He only has thirty foundation-building pills in his hand, which is equivalent to sixty thousand spirit stones.
There is still a gap of thirty thousand from the ninety thousand mark.
amount……
Seeing Xia Ming's embarrassment, the sheepskin jacket still said calmly:
"Fellow Taoist, in the next few days, I will go to Dihe Zongfang City. If you want, you can go there to find me."
Dihe Sect?What happened to Xia Ming when he arrived at Dihe Sect?
As his eyes moved, Xia Ming suddenly heard a burst of laughter coming from the distance.
Looking along the sound, Xia Ming saw the bright girl surrounded by the crowd, Han Dong'er.
"Yes! Why did you forget my precious apprentice!"
Xia Ming will never forget that his apprentice's background is not simple.
The sect master personally asked him to teach Han Dong'er how to make alchemy. How could Han Dong'er be an ordinary person! ?
Patting his head lightly and standing up immediately, Xia Ming said:
"Fellow Taoist! Just wait for me!"
"Good talk, good talk."
At this moment, Han Dong'er's mind was still immersed in the figure in the painting.
Without any warning, Han Dong'er felt that the surroundings had become quiet.
Lifting his head in surprise, Han Dong'er saw the man in the painting walking quickly.
"Dong'er, good disciple, Jianghu is here to help!"
"what?"
Looking down at Xia Ming's big hands holding her wrists, Han Dong'er's legs softened and she sat down on the ground.
(End of this chapter)
