Chapter 7, Waiting for the Spiritual Fruit
Qingshi walked into the basin and walked slowly in the diffuse white mist. He was breathing normally and the flow of Qi was not blocked. As expected, the poisonous mist had no effect on him.
After walking for a while, I came to the edge of the pool. I saw the thick mist flowing slightly on the surface of the pool. The huge full moon was reflected in the pool, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass. Qingshi remembered two poems: The lake, the autumn moon and the two phases harmonize. There are no goggles on the surface of the pool.
Qingshi slowly walked around the pool in a large circle to make sure there was no danger around him. After a while, I simply sat down by the lake and started practicing. However, there was only poisonous gas but no spiritual energy here, and I could only practice using spiritual stones.
Qingshi practiced quietly, consuming the spirit stones one by one. It was not until halfway through the practice of the ninth spirit stone that I began to feel that the meridians were swollen and the efficiency of infuriating energy conversion was reduced.
After persisting in refining the spirit stone, Qingshi exhaled and finished his work. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was already early morning, the sky was dim, and the surroundings were quiet.
Qingshi stood up and stretched his muscles, feeling secretly happy in his heart, because yesterday's experience was the most dangerous in this world, but it was also the most fulfilling and rewarding. Not only did he hone his martial arts skills and gain practical experience, but he also experienced a test of life and death, which greatly influenced his own growth. There are many benefits.
After going through all this, I was able to refine an extra piece of spirit stone while practicing, and the amount and efficiency of my own true energy transformation were also improved, so I was naturally very excited.
Qingshi thought of yesterday's battle with the monkey and strolled towards the small forest to the north of the pool.
After entering the woods and taking a closer look, I originally thought that there were two different tree species planted here, but now I looked closer and found that it was actually just one kind, a spiritual tree called Ai Shan peach. This kind of tree is divided into male and female, and the male and female trees are quite different in appearance.
There are about two hundred Ai Shan peach trees planted here, with a male to female ratio of about ten to one.
According to the records of the Dahuang Jade Pill Sutra, this female Ai Shan peach tree bears fruit every three to five years after it grows up, and the fruit it bears is a third-level spiritual fruit.
One peach can be worth a hundred low-grade spirit stones, and the peach core is even more useful. It can be used as the main material to refine second- and third-star Qi pills, and it can also be used as an auxiliary material for many four- and five-star pills. At this time, these female The trees are already bearing fruit.
After seeing the Ai Shan peach, the bluestone went around to the south side of the pool. Here is a medicinal field, about half an acre, divided into seven or eight small pieces of different sizes. If you look carefully at the medicinal herbs in the field, most of them are poisonous weeds. There is only a small field planted with Polygonatum sibiricum, but it is an essential herb for refining detoxifying pills.
Regardless of whether they are poisonous weeds or spiritual weeds, they are all second-level and not very precious. Only one type of poisonous weed is rare even though it is only second-level.
Qingshi secretly thought that this old woman was probably an alchemist, but she was good at using poisons. Then he thought that this old woman probably didn't have a magic storage device, otherwise she wouldn't covet her bracelet.
Since she is growing medicine here, she must have a shelter somewhere in the valley. If there are any good elixirs or medicinal materials, they must be hidden in the shelter. The most important thing for practicing cultivation is resources. You must look for them. look.
The bluestone came in from the east along the valley. Behind the medicinal fields and the Aishan peach forest on the north and south sides of the pool is the mountain wall. I haven't checked it yet, so I immediately headed west.
There are also bushes on the west side of the water pool. After leaving the water pool for more than ten feet, the terrain suddenly rises up to a small hillside. The hillside is covered with miscellaneous trees. The trees become denser as they go up. They gradually connect with the surrounding trees to form an airtight tree line. After the wall and tree wall, there is a cliff.
Obviously, it is unlikely that there is a place to live on the northwest and south sides. Qingshi did not find any signs of living anywhere on the way in from the east. After thinking about it, Qingshi turned his attention to a few big trees in the basin.
Under the moonlight last night, he could see clearly that the crowns of many big trees in the basin stretched out above the poisonous fog. If he hid on the top of such big trees, no matter how thick the poisonous fog was at night, he would not be able to invade them. The lower part of the tree is wrapped in poisonous mist, so there is no need to worry about any ferocious beasts daring to enter the basin to help the tree.
Qingshi remembered that the largest and tallest tree crown was in the southeast corner of the basin, and the southeast corner was also the farthest away from the pool, so he headed there.
Starting from the pool, the southeast is also a grassland with mixed shrubs. After walking for about a hundred steps, sparse trees begin to grow. After walking another twenty or thirty steps, you reach the foot of the tallest tree in the entire basin, which is far away from the edge of the basin. There are only less than a hundred steps left.
This is a huge purple oak tree, with a trunk diameter of about seven feet and a height of more than twenty feet. It is tall and straight, with lush branches and leaves, and a canopy like a canopy.
Qingshi stood under the tree and observed carefully, and sure enough he found a huge bifurcation of the tree trunk close to the crown. There was a small wooden house erected on it, hidden among the branches and leaves.
Look at the tree trunk about four or five feet above the ground. There is a branch. It is as thick as a bowl and more than a foot long. The end is naturally broken, and it looks like a naturally growing branch. And there are similar branches every ten feet or so further up. There are four branches in total.
The lowest branch of this tree is about ten feet above the ground. It is difficult for ordinary monks to jump up to this height, at least only if they reach the Qi Condensation Realm. Therefore, the combination of these branches is basically a ladder.
Qingshi took a deep breath, jumped up and landed lightly on the lowest branch, then floated up on the branches that extended upward, and after a few ups and downs, he stopped firmly on a horizontal branch next to the wooden house. superior.
Upon closer inspection, you can see that this wooden house is very solidly built. The materials used to build it are bowl-sized logs and thick wooden boards, all of which are cut very rough and contain bark.
The wooden house is about two feet long and one foot wide. It is rectangular in shape. The roof is covered with thick thatch. There is a door in the wall at the north end of the wooden house. On the side of the door, the wooden boards on the ground protrude outward, forming an approximately one foot square. Terrace.
The door only has an opening but no door leaves. There is a square window opening on each side of the door but there are no windows or doors. There is sufficient light and the situation inside the house can be seen at a glance.
Qingshi jumped lightly, stood on the terrace in front of the door, bowed his head and entered the door. The room was short, and there was only the center where he could stand up straight.
Qingshi squatted on one knee and glanced around the house. There were no tables, chairs, beds or other furniture in the house. There were two large bamboo baskets on the left side of the door. One contained clothes and other daily necessities, and the other contained several pots, pans and other kitchen utensils.
There are also four large bamboo strip baskets placed under the inner wall. One of the baskets contains more than a dozen ceramic bottles of different sizes. The big ones are about a foot high and the small ones are no more than three inches.
The other two baskets were lined with tarpaulins and contained bundles of medicinal materials, including poisonous weeds grown in the basin and spiritual herbs obtained from unknown sources. Most of them were second or third grade. There are also two or three types of level four.
The last basket was filled with peach cores from Ayana peaches, at least three to four thousand.
Qingshi first put the peach core basket into the storage bracelet, and then checked the ceramic bottles one by one. He thought there would be some magic pill, but it turned out that they were all poison.
Qingshi thought for a while, and only picked up six bottles and put them away. In addition to poisoning people, the poisons in these bottles can also be used to make elixirs or detoxify. The other two baskets of medicinal materials were treated in the same way, and only the useful ones were picked up and put away. Throw away anything that can be used to refine poison.
It seems that this old woman is just a monk who can make poisons, and she is definitely not an alchemist.
Qingshi threw the baskets containing clothes and kitchen utensils at the door, along with the remaining poisonous weeds and poisons, bottles and baskets under the tree, and then threw all these things into a pit under the stone wall outside the basin. .
Qingshi cleaned up the tree house and made up his mind to live here for a while, at least until the mahuang trees on the edge of the poisonous water pool that had already produced fruit were mature and picked. Those were fifth-grade spiritual fruits.
Of course, you must also get those Ai Shan peaches.
After finishing the cleaning work, Qingshi sat comfortably on the terrace outside the tree house to rest, his arms resting on the low log railing, and his feet dangling gently in the air.
Looking through the gaps between the branches and leaves, everything in the basin is visible. The green hills on both sides are lush and green, and the basin at the foot is covered with flowers and grass.
The light white mist flows slowly between the sparse trees, and the deep green water pool is like a piece of flawless emerald inlaid on the grass. Everything is so beautiful, and the bluestone feels like being in a painting.
