As Uncle Eight shouted, a sword light roared from outside the city. Fu Shi took a closer look and saw exactly five people standing on the giant flying sword.
Grandfather, third grandfather and fourth grandfather, the other two turned out to be the uncle and second uncle who barely showed up.
The flying sword stopped in the square in front of the sacrifice hall, and then the five people dispersed, but they were half suspended in the air, each holding tokens of different colors and muttering something in their mouths.
"Buzz!"
Five tokens suddenly glowed in five colors: red, yellow, gold, blue, and cyan. The light was so dazzling that Fu Shiyi had to temporarily close his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, a sycamore tree nearly a thousand feet tall and covering the sky and sun appeared above the square. Its thick branches are twisting and vigorous, darkly covered with wrinkles of time. Just looking at the branches, it seems that they have died long ago, but a touch of green emerges from the top.
When the mortals in Dongcheng saw this miracle, they had already shouted and knelt down in worship.
"My dear, the seven third-order sycamore trees in the ancestral land are said to have lived for nearly a thousand years, but they are nothing compared to this ancient tree in front of me. Eleven, it seems that even if we are not selected this time, But it’s also rewarding to be able to feast your eyes on it.”
Not only Bago was full of praise, Fu Shiyi was also surprised when he looked at the towering tree in front of him.
"The magic circle has been opened. Within ten breaths, the tester will put his spiritual consciousness into the token issued to you, and you can enter the Wudan Illusion!"
Fu Shiyi saw that the sycamore tree hanging in the air was emitting misty blue ripples. She felt a pulling force from it. She did not dare to delay and immediately followed the method that her eighth uncle had taught her before. , putting his spiritual consciousness into the token in his hand.
As soon as his consciousness touched the token, he suddenly felt his eyes flashing.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing over an isolated island. She lowered her head and looked:
I saw an isolated island floating on the endless river, surrounded by layers of mist like gauze. Two white cranes fly leisurely on the river, like beautiful fairies patrolling the mountains and rivers.
"It's really like a fairyland."
As soon as Fu Shiyi finished speaking, he felt his body sink.
"Oops"
Fu Shiyi felt that she was landing on the island at an extremely fast speed. Just when she was about to summon ivy to buffer her, a leaf of sycamore fell lightly at her feet, and then steadily sent her to a fence on the island. Small courtyard.
There is only a thatched house and a spiritual well in the small courtyard. There is a wooden barrel beside the well. There is also an uncultivated spiritual field in front of the house. Several fluffy, palm-sized little rabbits sprang out of the house and crawled in in the blink of an eye. Out of the fence.
The fence wall is covered with grapevines, and bunches of purple and green grapes hang from the branches, big and round.
Fu Shiyi picked one and threw it into his mouth.
Luscious, juicy, crisp and delicious.
It was so delicious that Fu Shiyi couldn't help but close his eyes, and then sighed:
"This doesn't look like a fantasy, it's just like reality."
As soon as Fu Shiyi finished speaking, he heard the sound of "It's so sweet" coming from next door, only to find that Myna had just picked a bunch of grapes and was eating them happily.
"Hey, Eleven, what a coincidence? You are right next door to me."
Starling threw away the grapes and wanted to cross the fence between the yards, but as soon as he touched the wooden fence, he was bounced back. Fu Shiyi blinked. It seemed that various small courtyards in this illusion had been set up. Enchantment.
The two exchanged brief greetings.
Fu Shiyi saw that Sixth Sister in the yard on the left had already started to loosen the soil with a spiritual hoe, so he did not dare to delay and turned around and entered his thatched house.
In addition to an alchemy furnace placed in the middle of the room, there is also a desk next to the window. On the desk are a cloth bag, a spiritual hoe and a piece of paper made of silver foil.
Fu Shiyi glanced at the small characters on the paper and smiled immediately:
"It's great that the trial task is to refine the Blood Spirit Pill!"
She has been taking care of the Blood Spirit Grass for six years. Although she has no experience in alchemy, she knows the Blood Spirit Grass very well.
This alchemy trial tests the entire process from the planting of spiritual grass to the formation of the elixir.
The original intention of the ancestors who created this sycamore illusion was to let the tribe understand:
If you want to achieve success on the path of alchemy, you cannot just mechanically follow the steps and dosage of elixirs to make elixirs. People who make alchemy must first understand the medicinal properties of spiritual herbs. Only by thoroughly understanding the pharmacology and laying a solid foundation can they retain the spirituality of spiritual herbs during the refining process.
Fu Shiyi counted exactly thirty seeds in the bag.
Sharpening the knife will not make you a chopping wood.
Fu Shi divided the good and bad seeds into three categories, then picked up the spiritual hoe on the table and carried it to the courtyard. At this time, the sixth sister on the left has reclaimed one-third of the spiritual field.
The starling on the right is faster, and most of the spiritual field has been cultivated.
However, the soil he excavated was not flattened, and he only shoveled up the thin layer of soil on the surface of the land. At first glance, you can tell that he is a novice who has never cultivated.
Fu Shiyi was not in a hurry. According to what his third uncle had taught him before and the experience gained from cultivating spiritual fields over the years, he used the method of deep plowing and crushed the spiritual soil finely so that it could fully nourish the spiritual grass.
Fu Shidi divided the land into three parts and planted seeds of three different grades.
"Oh, Eleven, why are you so slow? I'm... ugh ugh."
When Fu Shiyi got up, young shoots of blood spirit grass had already grown in the myna's spiritual field on the right side. But he was half-sentenced when he was put under a speech-suppression spell and his mouth was tightly sealed.
"It seems that someone outside the phantom formation is controlling it."
Fu Shiyi turned around, picked up the wooden bucket, and fetched a bucket of spiritual spring water from the well.
She finished watering the third-level spiritual grass seeds and was about to water the second-level spiritual spring seeds. She glanced at the myna's spiritual field on the right that suddenly became lush and green, and suddenly changed her mind:
"The growth rate of this fantasy spirit grass has accelerated by more than a hundred times, and its growth habits are definitely different from the normal ones."
Fu Shiyi decided to cultivate the third-level seeds first, and then plant the remaining seeds one after another after summing up experience.
"Sure enough, in the outside world, the Blood Spirit Grass performs the Spirit Gathering and Rain Technique every five days, but the best time here is to water the spiritual spring every quarter of an hour."
After planting the third and second levels of spiritual grass, Fu Shiyi finally figured out a better planting method based on his previous experience.
When the spiritual grasses matured, three rare ones appeared, with colorful halos that only second-order spiritual grasses could have.
Fu Shiyi was overjoyed and carefully harvested the spiritual grass. At this time, others had already started refining the elixir, and some had even finished refining the spiritual grass.
"Someone's out!"
The crowd watching in the temple square saw a flash of green light on the sycamore tree, and then Bago, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the temple, opened his eyes first.
"How is it? Can you refine the elixir?"
Ba Bo was the closest, stepped forward quickly, and picked up the token in Ba Ge's hand.
If the person who takes the test succeeds in refining the elixir, the token will show the quantity and quality of the elixir.
But the Myna token was empty, showing nothing.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Ba Bo was still slightly disappointed, but his face did not show it. Instead, he comforted the frustrated Ba Bo and said:
"The process of refining alchemy depends on your talent. Only one among thousands of monks can succeed. You don't have to be too discouraged."
"Yes, father. Please spare the child."
As soon as Ba Bo finished speaking, Ba Ge showed a big smile. It was obvious that he had no intention of doing this, and he was instantly disappointed just now. When the eighth uncle saw this, he laughed and scolded him as a "bad boy". He thought for a while and added:
"When you finish your mission of guarding Xihefang City, you can follow me and help handle the clan's external affairs."
He is also getting older, and just in case something goes wrong, he must train a successor who can take his place in advance.
