After half a stick of incense, Jiang Su arrived at the back mountain.
The back mountain is inaccessible to people, and the mountains and plains are full of spiritual plants growing wantonly and wildly.
In front of the bamboo forest, the tortoise-shell spiritual bamboo that originally stretched out from the ground and was shaped like scales has now collapsed, and all the roots of the bamboo have been turned out with large pieces of soil.
Some bamboos were cut in half, and there were still traces of being strangled with wires on the sections. The green and tender branches fell from the sky to the ground, how miserable it was.
Jiang Su held the hatchet in his hand and calmly stared at the mess on the ground in front of him.
"Their... movements are quite complicated."
"Half of the bamboo forest was destroyed. The bamboo juice that could have filled a large vat is now probably less than half. Only one Fire Bamboo Pill can be made."
Thinking about the situation that day, he had no chance to stop them.
You can't walk up to them from behind the stone, point at the two people who are at odds with each other, and lecture them: Stop, change places, don't damage my bamboo.
Jiang Su sighed to herself that she was not as good as she was. She just lost her mind, not that she was stupid.
She skillfully walked towards the upright part of the bamboo, stood with her legs apart, hugged the bamboo body with her hands like a ball, bent down and pushed the bamboo body with her right shoulder to let it sway, and listened to the sound of water.
"Hehehehehe"
Knock the wall between the bamboo knots with your left hand and listen for the echo. After hearing the echo, I determined that there was bamboo juice in this section.
Then he took a hatchet and made a small opening at the bamboo joint, then inserted a long needle into it and found water. He quickly took out the gourd ritual vessel from the Qiankun bag and filled it with bamboo juice.
This bamboo has been carefully maintained, and the bamboo juice exudes a light fragrance.
Jiang Su was slightly startled and said to himself: "If that demon cultivator crushed my collarbone, wrapped it in rice, poured some rice wine, and then steamed it in a bamboo tube with Tianshui, would it make a tube? Bone-healing medicinal diet with effects on bruises and bruises”
After saying this, she immediately bit the edge of the bamboo tube. This bamboo was a tortoise-shell bamboo. The scales were so sharp that the corners of her mouth were scratched, and her white lips were stained red with blood. The burrs on her teeth mixed with her blood and slowly flowed into her mouth and then into her esophagus.
It's like swallowing a knife alive.
She frowned, and after a while she questioned herself again: "No, Bamboo Juice Tianshui is cold in nature, and if the cold medicine enters the stomach, the Qi and blood in the damaged area will stagnate, causing blood stasis, which will be troublesome. If it is a leg injury on the Foot Yangming Meridian , I’m afraid it’s even more serious.”
Jiang Su nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction with his current analysis. She raised her hand to pick and pick up a piece of bamboo, and then threw it on the ground.
"Most of the water here is made of dried bamboo, and all the water is stagnant. It smells bad. You can't drink it, let alone make elixirs."
The breeze in the mountains blew by, and Jiang Su felt a slight chill on his lips. Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and when he lowered his sleeve, his eyes were full of red.
"This..., my saliva is red??!" Jiang Su opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe the scene in front of him. Then she used her hand to pull out her tongue, and when her fingertips touched the golden jade liquid, she took a closer look and saw that it was colorless. She patted her chest lightly and felt relieved.
"It's okay, it's still colorless."
The monk's wound healed quickly, and the spiritual energy circulated, and her mouth wound healed in an instant.
Jiang Su no longer struggled with the issue of red saliva. He raised his hand and gently stroked the scales of the tortoise-shell bamboo, his eyes full of reluctance. The dark green color at the moment makes her look like a weak Liu Fufeng in a different way.
The next second, the bamboo skin accidentally cut her fingertips. The wound was less than the size of a grain of rice. Jiang Su blinked and put her fingers in her mouth. Read it again in a low voice
"Jinjinyuye can stop bleeding"
"Eh? Wait? Doesn't that demon cultivator who gnawed my bones want to use his own golden jade liquid to heal my wounds???"
As the cold wind blew by, Jiang Su jumped up and immediately slapped himself hard and fast. With a bang, the person woke up.
"Hahahahahahaha, are you brainwashing yourself into a white demon cultivator? It seems that the batch of Jingxin pills you made before was not heated enough, so the medicine is not effective."
"I need to buy some new spiritual materials to make elixirs." Jiang Su said to himself, without stopping, his movements of taking the bamboo juice were mechanical and fast.
Along the way to alchemy, apart from talent, it is all about familiarity. Without refining elixirs, one's cultivation level cannot be improved.
The stars and moon are bright, the bright river is in the sky, and the clear light shines on the now dilapidated bamboo forest. Jiang Su hung up the storage bag and looked at this place, admiring the scene in his eyes.
"I had my heart set on the bright moon, but..."
She looked dazed and her eyes were slightly narrowed, like a big cat worshiping the moon.
The cold wind in the forest blew by, and she suddenly woke up. She reminded herself in a low voice: "The time for the little senior sister to get sick is near." After saying that, she turned around and flew back to the rescue peak.
When we returned to Jiuku Peak, it was already midnight.
The people who live on Jiuku Peak are all medical practitioners who enter Taoism through medicine and alchemy cultivators who enter Taoism through elixirs. There were not many monks from these two paths in the Shifang Sect. At this time, it was pitch black along the road, which fit the description of being unable to see even your fingers.
She held a hatchet in one hand, and put the fingers of the other hand in her mouth to suck, humming an unknown melody in her mouth. The shadow behind him was lengthened and magnified by the moonlight.
Xiao Shiyu had just returned from the Yusu Hall at the foot of the mountain. He vaguely saw the figure in front of him. The hair on his body stood up and goosebumps crawled all over his body as Jiang Su sang a tune.
He whispered: "Junior Sister Jiang...?"
He stood stiffly for a moment, then turned around and immediately took a shortcut back to his yard.
During the day, Fu Feng's Zhang Yunsheng had just asked him if Jiang Su was in a bad mood recently, and he also speculated that the junior sister might have made some kind of elixir to explode.
"Harm, it's not easy for us monks of medicine and alchemy." He shook his head, and with Jiang Su's weird little tune, his figure quickly disappeared into the night.
Jiang Su: "You are the most beautiful cloud around me, huh huh huh huh huh huh huh~"
Jiang Su pushed the door open and entered the courtyard. In the center of the courtyard was a evergreen tree that blocked out the sun and dry clouds.
The branches facing the sun hang down to the ground, and under the trees on the back are wooden tables and rocking chairs. The rest of the entire yard is filled with all kinds of spiritual flowers and herbs.
Water lilies soaking in wooden basins, and southern stars clustering in the corner. There are also red bougainvillea climbing up the walls and roof tiles.
Jiang Su didn't stop, quickly entered the alchemy room, closed the door, and finished in one go. Turn around and perform the secret to ignite a piece of candle dragon wax hanging on the wall next to the door.
She put the bamboo juice collected during the day into the jade vat she had prepared in advance.
Bamboo juice is also called Tianshui.
In Jiang Su's impression, Li Shizhen, a Ming doctor in his previous life, called bamboo juice the "sacred water" among the thirteen "heavenly waters". This shows that this bamboo juice has extraordinary effects. And the bamboo juice in the spiritual bamboo grown in the mountains behind Shifangmen is even more wonderful.
This bamboo juice is full of spiritual energy. If it is not sealed and left to dry, it will make the air float with light green light. The jade vat can just store this bright spiritual energy, waiting for water to be put into the furnace.
Jiang Su's face was in pain, and he stood in front of the alchemy furnace with a sad expression, almost ready to die. Finally, he had no choice but to speak loudly: "The little alchemy slave is here. Open the door of the six-turn furnace."
This six-turn furnace is a high-grade magical artifact that was stored in the imperial palace in Zhongdu in the early years. After giving birth to a weapon spirit, you have to regard yourself as the master in the palace. Every time you use it, you have to call yourself a slave before you can use it.
"Six-turn furnace..." Jiang Su gently touched the two ears of the furnace with his hands, with a look of fanaticism in his eyes.
The next moment, she closed her hands and turned around, sitting cross-legged on the futon, her expression returning to normal.
