On the sixth floor of Bingling Pavilion, four figures sitting around the table were looking down through the window.
"I haven't had this pastry for a long time. Is this made by your girl named Yu?" an old man in white robes said sincerely while eating a piece of pastry.
"Jingshu is almost eight hundred years old, and she is no longer a girl." The charming woman wearing a bamboo green floral skirt said with a smile.
"By the way, I remember that she was plagued by hidden illnesses at the beginning, but is it no longer a problem? She is in her early eighties, and her cultivation should be relatively small."
"Her hidden disease cannot be eradicated at all. It seems that there is something in her body that is stopping her. Her cultivation level has barely reached Ningzhen. Moreover, she has been in Ningzhen for more than five hundred years. If the hidden disease is not cured, she can only wait for longevity. Yuan is approaching."
"Auntie, Granny Yu will definitely be fine, and she will definitely be able to find a pill to cure her hidden illness." The girl next to the woman, wearing a green robe with a veil covering her face, said nervously.
"Yes, lucky people have their own destiny. By the way, what do you think of the man below, Elder Lu?" the charming woman asked the old man in white robe.
"It's hard to say, I dare not say."
"Don't dare to say it? Why did Senior Lu say this?" The girl whose face was covered with gauze asked doubtfully.
"Yes, I dare not say. The body is as stiff as a stick, breathless, pulseless, soulless, and looks like the first time he died. I have only seen this weird way of death in history books."
"Like the first death? History books?..." The charming woman frowned and thought for a moment and then said in surprise: "Elder Lu doesn't think it's a witchcraft from ancient times, right?"
"The art of witchcraft? It has been extinct for millions of years. Is this impossible?" The girl whose face was covered with gauze and another woman in a white dress exclaimed at the same time.
"It's impossible, and it can't be possible."
At this time, the strong man had found the spiritual grass needed for immortality, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and rushed over.
Changsheng got the spiritual grass, and as he danced with his hands, two small, one large and three groups of spiritual grass began to spin. Everyone was a little surprised, but at this time, Xiaoyu was staring closely at Changsheng's hands and slowly entered a state of meditation.
The spiritual grass rotated rapidly, and after half a cup of tea, three drops of spiritual liquid the size of water drops appeared.
As the spiritual grass became more and more wilted and dried up, the three drops of spiritual liquid on the side gradually became larger. The largest drop was about the size of a soybean, and the other two drops were half the size.
I saw that the largest drop looked like a fog, with wisps of cold air coming out from time to time; the other drop had faint blue light spots that seemed to be flashing like lightning; the last drop was actually a yellowish color. Like a cloud of sand.
"Able to condense alchemy liquid, this young man is actually an alchemy disciple? But why can't I detect his true energy protection?"
"Ice? Thunder? Earth? Is this an attribute display?"
"Can the elixir reveal its attributes? Why have I never seen it before?"
…
After a stick of incense, the spiritual grass finally dried up completely and dispersed in the wind. The largest of the three drops of spiritual liquid was as big as a cherry, and the other two drops were larger than a soybean.
It's just that the spiritual liquid at this time no longer has the attributes of when it was first formed. It looks like an ordinary elixir liquid, but it is clearer and clearer than the elixir liquid, just like three drops of water.
"I thought there was something special about it, but it turns out it's just elixir?"
"Elixir? It's as light as water, why not be as good as elixir?"
Ignoring everyone's comments, Changsheng looked at the three drops of spiritual fluid that had stopped spinning in front of him, and started dancing with his hands again. And the three drops of spiritual liquid began to slowly merge together.
On the sixth floor of Bing Ling Pavilion, the old man in white robes frowned, staring motionlessly at the merging spiritual liquid.
The girl whose face was covered with gauze looked at the solemn look in the old man's eyes, and a flash of doubt flashed in her heart: "Can we not say whether this elixir can save the scholar? Just the initial appearance of the attributes is something that has never been seen or heard before."
"Elder Lu, do you think there is anything wrong with this liquid refining person?" The charming woman said and looked at the old man.
"The initial attributes are obvious, and when it becomes a liquid, it is as clear as heavenly water. This kind of elixir is really strange." Elder Lu said, suddenly stood up and slightly clasped his fists towards the three of them: "Don't blame Elder Su and the Saint, I am traveling down the peak. It’s been nearly a hundred years, it’s time to go back and say goodbye.”
At this time, the scholar downstairs had swallowed the spiritual liquid, and the whole place was silent, waiting quietly.
One breath~~~~
Two breaths~~~~
Three breaths~~~~
Four breaths~~~~
Five breaths~~~~
"Cough, cough, cough,..."
After a violent cough, the scholar's huddled body gradually relaxed.
"It really saved my life..."
"It's incredible, it's incredible."
"How is this possible? Is the liquid elixir more powerful than the elixir?"
The crowd suddenly became noisy again like an explosion.
After the scholar coughed a few times, he spurted out a mouthful of dark purple blood, then slowly opened his eyes, and the purple color all over his body also faded significantly.
"Three~~~~ Third brother." The scholar said weakly.
"Hahahaha, fourth brother, you finally woke up. I knew you would be fine." The strong man suddenly became extremely excited.
Changsheng was also extremely pleased: "Don't use true energy. Bleed every day until the blood color is normal."
"Thank you, sir...thank you, Mr. Little, for saving my fourth brother." The excited man wanted to address Changsheng as Senior, but seeing his seventeen or eighteen-year-old face, he quickly changed his name to Mr. Little. Then he handed the storage bag in his hand to Changsheng.
"Little Sir, from now on, you are my eldest brother. My name is Xie Gu. Little Sir, leave your name and I will visit my fourth brother when he recovers from his injury."
"Don't worry, haven't I already taken your reward?"
Changsheng smiled and raised the storage bag in his hand. There were more than 10,000 spiritual jade! This was something he had never thought of before, and he now had nearly 20,000 spiritual jade.
On the sixth floor of Bingling Pavilion, when the scholar woke up, the three women looked at each other in surprise.
"Did we all see it wrong?"
"No, that should be the elixir without a doubt. The elixir can cure, which means that the scholar was really just poisoned or contracted a strange disease." The charming woman said.
"But Master Fu didn't take a special look at it?" the woman in a white dress beside her frowned.
"Maybe the poison is weird, maybe Alchemist Fu didn't consider the disease at all, which is normal. Pavilion Master Yao, let someone bring an Ice Soul Jade to the young master." The charming woman said to the woman in the white dress.
"Aunt, what is this?"
The girl whose face was covered with gauze felt puzzled. The Ice Soul Jade is a unique soul jade from their Ice Soul Palace, which has the effect of awakening and nourishing the soul. Only given to distinguished guests of Bing Ling Pavilion.
"Yuan'er, this is your first time walking. Remember, knowing people and things is more important than cultivation."
The charming woman smiled and said, "Not to mention anything else, just based on Elder Lu's look just now, do you think that young man and the elixir he condensed are really ordinary?"
Under the Bingling Pavilion, a girl handed Changsheng a round, transparent jade pendant with cold tentacles: "This young master is a kind-hearted doctor. This Bingling Soul Jade was given to the young master by our pavilion master. You can identify it with a drop of blood." Lord. And with this soul jade, even if your cultivation level is below Foundation Establishment, you can enter the Ice Ling Pavilion. In addition, our Pavilion Master would like to ask the young master’s surname?"
"Wuyuan Tuyuan, Changsheng." Changsheng clasped his fists and thanked.
At this time, Xiaoyu also slowly woke up from her meditation.
"How is it?" Changsheng had already noticed that Xiaoyu had entered meditation, and was a little surprised.
"I can't tell you, but I feel tired."
"I have seen that you have been practicing the "Soul Refining" very hard recently. It should be that the soul is excessive. Come on, this jade pendant is dripping blood and you can wear it next to your body after identifying its owner. It will be of great benefit to the soul."
The crowd had dispersed, and Changsheng and the other three hadn't left for long, but Xiaoyu suddenly felt very sleepy: "Brother Changsheng, I, I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep."
"Sleepy?"
Changsheng immediately thought that the soul jade must have played a role, so he carried Xiaoyu on his back and continued moving forward. After a while, Xiaoyu fell into a deep sleep.
From Bingling Pavilion to Wuyuan, you have to pass through a small forest. Not long after the few people walked into the woods, four middle-aged people suddenly rushed from behind and surrounded them.
The little wolf cub rushed in front of Changsheng, lowered his body, and tried to pounce forward. A warning sound of "Woo~~~Woo~~~Woo" came from the throat.
Changsheng's consciousness condensed, and he broke out in cold sweat while his heart suddenly sank.
In the dantian of the four people, the cyclones surrounding the sea of qi were actually three circles. In other words, these four people are all accomplished in Qi refining.
