Willow Branch River, Hezhou Bay Island.
It's freezing cold, and the river rushes eastward. In the main hall of the green brick courtyard in the middle of the island, there are hot dishes of all kinds. Lezi warmly persuades his master, the temple owner, and Brother Lu to drink and eat meat. Yang Shuilan looks gentle. The husband sings and the wife drinks with him with a smile.
It was rare for a distinguished guest to come to the door, and the banquet lasted for more than an hour before the banquet was dismissed.
Lu Zijin likes the things in the cup the most. He didn't have a long time drinking with his colleagues today. He ignored the spirit tea offered by the maid. He chuckled and said impatiently: "Boss, take out the treasure quickly. Quickly divide the spoils and go their separate ways."
When he asked for help from Tu Kun, he called him "Tu Ye" and "Brother", but he usually called him "Lao Tu", "Tu Boss" and the like.
In the words of the earth protector, this guy is born in the year of the dog, and he can change his attitude very quickly when the wind blows.
Yang Shuilan waved all the maids to go down, and carefully set up a ban in the main room, keeping her words to herself, so as not to let the news leak out and attract the attention of interested people.
"It's not that I despise you. If I give you Dragon Claw Grass, will you take it?"
Tu Kun glanced sideways at the impatient Lu Zijin, deliberately took out a jade box in his hand, opened it and placed it on the table. Inside was a whole dragon's claw grass, scattered into five pieces of slightly different sizes. The claw-shaped rhizome, with gravel and mud in the box, said:
"I couldn't tell the age of the dragon's claw grass. I guess it's a thousand years old. It's surprisingly tough. I didn't pull it off the first time. It wasted a little time and alarmed the old dragon. He didn't dare to be greedy and continue to collect it. The second dragon's claw plant a little further away."
Lu Zijin came closer and took out a piece of dark spiritual grass shaped like a curved claw. He chuckled and said, "I don't understand. It's enough for the viewer to understand. Don't look at the donkey through the crack in the door, you old man."
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his left hand to pick up a piece of spiritual grass, turned it over and over to identify it, and listened to the voice of Yu Mengchang inside the water drop. He smiled and said, "Dragon claw grass has clear knuckles, black and purple like jade, and there is a trace of blood veins in it. It's already It is enough for two thousand years of medicine."
Yang Shuilan looked at the viewer in surprise and asked, "How can two thousand year old dragon's claw grass be used for physical training?"
Not only martial artists attach great importance to physical training, Qi masters who have reached the fourth level also need to strengthen their bodies, but in a different direction.
She knew little about the method of refining dragon's claw grass. She roasted and ground the dragon's claw grass into powder, mixed it with wine and smeared it all over her body. She combined it with the exercises to get twice the result with half the effort. Since the master was so confident and a member of her own family, it was natural for her to ask for advice.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Wenfeng saw a sudden smile on the face of Protector Tu. Knowing that Protector Tu had guessed that You Mengchang was giving instructions, he smiled, took out a pen and paper, and copied two recipes for Yang Shuilan to choose from.
Tu Kun handed the dragon's claw grass in his hand to Yang Shuilan. He didn't know the elixir, so he simply asked his apprentice's wife to do it for him.
Lu Zijin followed suit and gave the spiritual herbs to Yang Shuilan. Seeing the temple master put away the elixir, he was surprised and said: "Master, don't you make the medicine together?"
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly, without further explanation. He picked up the remaining mud in the jade box, rubbed out two black particles slightly smaller than the bean, and said with a smile: "Ambergris, I almost missed the treasure, I'll take one."
Lu Zijin watched eagerly as Tu Kun took another one in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and asked, "How do you eat this?"
Tu Kun threw the ambergris in his hand to Yang Shuilan and laughed and scolded: "You foodie, this thing is made after hundreds of years of solidification of ambergris. Ambergris is highly poisonous. Don't think about eating it all day long. It is a rare medicine." It has a wide range of uses."
He was actually trying to scare the ignorant donkey. After time, the poison of ambergris has become mild.
Lu Zijin was suddenly not interested.
The four of them took out the incomplete materials, broken treasures, and a large number of black crystal beads that they had harvested at the corner of Zhenlong Cave. Each took what they needed, and soon they all divided them up. Lu Zijin picked up a few items at random, and he was interested in these broken coppers. Rotten iron materials are not interesting.
Tu Kun stood up and said, "Without any further delay, I have to go back and retreat for a while. Master, let's go."
The situation of several people is similar. After more than five months of hard work in Zhenlong Cave, they are all on the verge of improving their cultivation. Tu Kun's promotion to the late fourth level is just around the corner.
After the fourth level, every time you improve a small level, you need to consume a lot of time and resources.
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The monks are stuck in a bottleneck at a certain stage of the fourth level, maybe for a lifetime, and a dangerous place like Zhenlong Cave where they can practice life and death is rare. They have a temple master who can deal with the dragon soul. Zhenlong Cave is worth it for them. Cherish carefully.
What's more, there are dragon claw grass, dragon scale fruit, and ambergris deep in Zhenlong Cave. The more the merrier.
They don't dare to think about Dragon Soul's treasure for the time being.
Maybe when they advance to the sixth level and have the strength to "discuss" with the old dragon, they might be able to "borrow" a few things.
After seeing off the three heads of the temple, Yang Shuilan did not rush to collect the auxiliary medicine. She first sent a flying sword message to Xiao Ni'er and asked the little guy to go home. She quietly inspected the mine cave and saw the mountain badger sleeping soundly. Zhang Xuanyan was meditating in another cave and returned quietly without disturbing him.
In the evening, Xiao Ni'er arrived in a hurry. When he saw her, he pouted and complained: "My dear, you didn't take me with you when you went out to play. Don't think I don't know. You disappeared one by one and didn't answer the summons. Hey, don't take a few things." Baobao coaxed me, and I was really angry."
With her intelligence, she could guess where the empress and others had gone, but she did not dare to go there.
The dragon soul in Zhenlong Cave left an indelible shadow on her.
Of course, she had to express her dissatisfaction verbally, so that she would not be taken to a fun place next time.
Yang Shuilan threw the Purple Snail Tower to the ground, hit the little guy on the forehead, and said, "Go into the tower and find it yourself."
Xiao Ni'er covered her forehead, climbed into the eight-foot-high Purple Snail Tower, and immediately cheered: "I know your empress is the best. Wow, she has collected a lot of dragon energy. It's so comfortable. I want to be beautiful in it." Sleep on the ground for a month, and there are so many dragon lice, my dear, I love you so much."
"Stop coming, I won't accept your sweet words."
"whee."
More than two thousand miles away, the Fairy Spirit Temple was surrounded by heavy snow and ice, which seemed to be another world.
Zhang Wenfeng was in the back mountain treasury, and he and You Mengchang were looking at the precious spiritual medicinal materials collected by the Taoist temple. You Mengchang took a fancy to some medicine and put it away directly.
"There is a two-thousand-year-old dragon's claw grass, plus an ambergris stone that is not enough to fit between teeth, plus this third-level ghost stone, one each of purple ginseng, blood spirit grass, and ghost head mushroom. Here are three...it's strange, where did your Taoist temple get so many ghost-headed mushrooms? And the ghost grass, that's too much, I'm afraid there are only seventy or eighty in this bag?"
You Mengchang muttered and picked up a lot of medicines. I don't know where he put them.
Taking the worm-like spiritual grass that the visitor took out, You Mengchang thought for a while and said: "This worm-like grass is a life-saving grass. I'll keep it for you until we can explore Zhenlong Cave next time." , be sure to search deep and find the Dragon Scale Fruit. I will help you refine the Huiyang Pill that can bring the dead back to life. As long as you are not completely dead, a pill can help you. It’s more cost-effective to resuscitate the patient than to swallow the weed, and the effect is better.”
Zhang Wenfeng felt that he had found a treasure. This rhododendron was the same as when he and Xin Yue entered the secret realm together.
"Fellow Daoist, what kind of alchemy furnace do you need? I'll buy one."
"No need, I use the soul refining method to mix dragon's claw grass, ambergris, ghost ghost stone, ghost head mushroom and other medicines. If you have any spiritual medicinal materials here, I will change the mixing formula and make a batch of medicines. It takes three or two years of fusion and refining in the soul body. You will know the Dragon Claw Body Building Powder I refined when you use it. Unfortunately, there are too few Dragon Claw Grass and Ambergris."
You Mengchang said it quite arrogantly.
He accidentally saw the eight small characters on the ground of the stone house in the secret area, "A blessing in disguise." He was touched in his heart and decided to truly cooperate with Taoist Zhang. As for refining medicine for others other than Taoist Zhang, Don't even think about it, he doesn't have that spare time.
Guanzhu Zhang chuckled and raised his hands, "Thank you."
He and You Mengchang added to the twelve strands of soul threads and four drops of ambergris poison collected from the ambergris soul poison, and his share was temporarily kept by the old man Mengmei.
After three days of waiting in the Fairy Spirit, Zhang Wenfeng left the black jade slip token with the earth protector, quietly flew to Guizailing, and chose to walk through the cave halfway up the north slope of Guizailing at night to enter the secluded realm of Moling. Cave retreat
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Peaceful and quiet, no disturbance.
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