The sun sets over the western mountains, and the cold comes from the sky.
In the still-bright sky, there was already a bright waning moon hanging high in it.
After closing all the doors and windows, Nan Xiao moved the wardrobe, lifted up the wooden boards on the ground, and a deep tunnel appeared in front of her.
In the blink of an eye, a ray of energy passed through the candlelight, and the dim yellow disappeared instantly, leaving only thick black.
Nanxiao is familiar with the road, walking lightly along the steps.
The entire secret passage is not dark at all, with square stones emitting a faint white light inlaid on both sides.
With a little polishing, you can get a luminous pearl.
There is no doubt that in the mortal world, anything that can illuminate at night is priceless.
But in Qingya Blessed Land, these stones are not uncommon.
For some light-sensitive herbs, or to increase production, there must be a "sun" brighter than the distant bright moon at night.
As a result, some special medicine gardens are also brightly lit at night.
Therefore, square stones that can emit light are not expensive.
This money is not worth mentioning to Nan Xiao, who has been running a medicine garden and refining alchemy for nine years.
As a result, there were more than ten fluorescent ores in this narrow secret passage.
The further you go down, the softer the soil becomes under your feet.
Fluorescence is colored and has no temperature, but it is cold with less wind and heavier humidity.
Nan Xiao didn't walk very fast.
During these years of digging, she didn't know how many shovels she had used up, and she even dumped buckets of gravel and soil onto the mountain behind.
Although the hands have been covered with vitality and there is no flesh callus, the sweat on the palms is still flowing at this time.
Are these hands tense?
Or are you still feeling the hard-won success of this secret passage?
Nan Xiao held back her tears and walked down the steps step by step, heading towards a brighter place.
Even though her heart was beating wildly, even though her legs were already a little weak.
Nan Xiao still walked firmly.
The road is below.
The road goes higher.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Nan Xiao had regained her composure and calmly came to an empty stone room.
The interior of the stone chamber is a bit special, like half a steamed bun or a rice bowl upside down on the table.
The bottom is a circle, and it occupies a small area and can accommodate hundreds of people.
There is an arc dome on the top, with luminous pearls inlaid on all sides, and a blue moon as thin as a cicada's wings painted in the middle.
Looking down at the bright moon, I saw a huge stone jar about ten meters in diameter and three meters high in the center of the circle on the ground.
The surface of the stone jar is neither smooth nor regular. It looks like a plaything that a child picked out while playing house. The workmanship is very rough.
Regardless of the structure, the color of the stone jar is quite pleasing to the eye.
The whole body is navy blue with irregular gray and white lines. It looks like it is made of bronze, but it is actually granite.
Such large granite is rare. Nan Xiao found it deep in a river bed in the back mountain.
After feeling the temperature of the granite, Nan Xiao borrowed a storage magic weapon from the old man Chen Zhuo in the Shenqiao realm, transported the huge rock into the secret room, and carved it day and night.
Chiseling rock is much more tiring than digging soil.
Fortunately, Nan Xiao's vitality was full, and he used martial arts to strengthen his strength, and even tempered his physical body in the process of cutting stone.
Outside the stone jar, the floor of the entire secret room was almost covered with dried dendrobium, which was almost piled up to Nan Xiao's waist.
There are also many medicinal materials with extremely cold properties embellished among them.
Such as silt, snails and crabs at the bottom of the pond.
There are countless herbs such as iceberg grass, frost ganoderma, and snow lotus residual leaves.
Life or death, dry or wet, more or less, noble or cheap...
They are all laid out here in disorder.
A cyan waning moon hangs high, and there is a faint light and clear sky all around.
Nan Xiao closed the iron door of the secret room, jumped up in seven steps, easily jumped over the pile of medicinal materials, and stood still on the wall of the cylinder.
The inside of the tank is green, with dark yellow silt deposits at the bottom, and clear and transparent still water on top, reaching two-thirds of the way.
This water is of excellent quality and is a high-quality water source for irrigating elixirs.
Under the reflection of four luminous pearls, there are no ripples, but light and shadow flow.
There is a stone bench in the middle of the water tank.
The white clothes fade away, and the girl's beautiful body is whiter than the frosty moon, like warm jade, soft and beautiful.
Nan Xiao fell onto the stone bench, and the water surface was almost up to her slender waist, like a lotus flower in full bloom.
She sat cross-legged on the stone bench, with most of her body submerged in the clear spring.
The beating of the heart makes the water surface no longer calm.
The girl's beautiful body was still young, and there was no trace of sadness or joy on her almost flawless face.
The flamboyant phoenix eyes fly sideways, rushing to the dark eyebrows in the distant mountains.
There was water in the bright black pupils, shining brightly.
The pale lips were slightly pressed together, and the tense jaw could be seen.
The cold face is stained by the cold air, the weak willows and wind are gone, only the wind and snow are coming.
If it weren't for the scarred wound on his forehead, Nan Xiao would be like a perfect jade-faced Bodhisattva, solemn and solemn.
But somehow, she looked sad.
Not long after, Nan Xiao, who had been silent for a long time, raised his head and finally moved.
"Crash-"
Fingering, control the crane.
The vitality condenses into filaments and draws the medicinal materials around the tank into the water.
For a time, the water surface was covered with young leaves and dead grass.
"Thump thump—"
It turned out that there were countless pills hidden under the thick medicinal materials.
The ruddy color is the detoxification pill, the blue-colored one is the heat-clearing and nourishing pill, and the bigu pill is gray...
Qingya Blessed Land is already famous for refining medicine, but this does not mean that everyone has a chance.
And the elixir refined from elixirs is beyond the reach of even cultivators at the Shenqiao realm, let alone ordinary cultivators.
As for the mortals who have not yet opened up the sea of suffering, such as the gray-robed medicine farmers, they are thankful to be able to get ordinary pills.
Nan Xiao's nine years of alchemy were not only for life, but also for today's practice.
The green moon above the head embraces the radiance of the night pearls in all directions, carries the cold and moist air, and shines into the jar.
Wanting to cool the girl's soft and tender skin.
Under the light, Nan Xiao's expression was dark, and ripples of water flowed on her body.
The slender hands shook gently, the silk threads between the fingers became longer, and a fishing net was woven in just a few breaths.
Facing the designated direction, Nan Xiao cast the fishing net out of the tank and pulled hard.
In an instant, the elixirs were filled like fish in a pond.
Fish are hard to find when they enter the sea, and elixirs melt when they meet water.
The silt has become several layers thicker due to the residual red residue, and the water in the tank is no longer clear.
But the lotus remains.
After dripping all the Baicao liquid into the jar, Nan Xiao closed his eyes and rested.
The essence of life is tangible but without quality, just like air, gathering but not dispersing, and dispersing when held.
The majestic energy rushes through the water, stirring up silt, and the medicinal materials sway like duckweed.
Compared with the cold air that was slowly approaching and gradually penetrating to the bones, the coldness coming from the punctured wound on his left calf made Nan Xiao almost miserable.
Even though the life essence was like a raging fire, which kept her from freezing to death, the bursts of raging fire poured the life essence into her body, like a volcano erupting.
Ice and fire collided fiercely in this huge stone jar.
The turbid water ripples because of it, and the mud tumbles because of it.
As for Nan Xiao, who was the main battlefield, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, mobilized his energy, and used the essence of life trapped in the golden bell for his own use.
Let the glaciers collapse and the volcanoes erupt.
She remained motionless.
Life is gloomy, but life is passionate.
In an underground darkroom that no one knows about, in the present moment when the future is uncertain.
Nan Xiao sat cross-legged in the giant bluestone vat, listening to the song of ice and fire.
