With Huang Xiaodan in hand, Wei Shiqi gained the confidence to practice the "Sword Art" passed down to him by Ruan Jing.
"Sword Technique" and so on are just words to deceive others. Wei Shiqi knew in his heart that the two secrets Ruan Jing passed on to him were both methods for the demon clan to cultivate their natal objects. The first one used pill fire to temper the natal objects, and the second one Pian takes his natal object into his body to practice various magical powers. His natal object happens to be a flying sword. It is not an exaggeration to call it "Sword Art".
The metal flying sword entered the body, and the flesh and blood viscera collapsed. No matter how many miraculous medicines were taken, it was in vain. Only the demon clan's tyrannical body could withstand it. Fortunately, Wei Shiqi succeeded in practicing the Xiaoyue Gong and inherited the bloodline of Youba Snake. He could barely You can give it a try.
Time was running out, and Lu Wei only agreed to give him seven years. Wei Shiqi lived in seclusion, devoted himself to cultivation, and lived a peaceful and fulfilling life. No one bothered me, and no one paid attention to me. The only people I interacted with on a daily basis were Yu Yao from the quiet room across the street, and Lao Feng from the soup boiling room at the bottom of the plank road. After ten days and a half, Qingming would occasionally show up to chat with him and dance around. Jumped and ran.
Wei Shiqi was not impatient and spent several months using the Dan Fire to temper the Hidden Snow Sword. After more than ten attempts, he finally refined the Flying Sword into a sword pill, which was as round as a bead and emitted blue light.
This is only the first step. Although the sword pill is ready, it is not very easy to control. If it is swallowed hastily, it will turn into a flying sword out of control, and there is a risk of intestinal piercing and death. He didn't dare to take risks, so he used Dan Fire and Blood Essence to refine the sword pills alternately. It took him more than half a year before the sword pills were functioning as he wished.
After nearly a year of back-and-forth, the two bottles of Huang Chi elixir were turned upside down and there was no way to survive. Wei Shiqi had no choice but to shamelessly ask Qingming for the elixir. Qingming was not surprised and patted his chest and said it would be on him.
The elixirs are all in the elixir room.
Ziyang Taoist's alchemy room is located on the third floor of the Cloud Pavilion. It is a small "half pavilion" on the cliff, with only room for one person to stand leaning on the railing and overlooking the rolling sea of clouds. On the stone wall behind the half pavilion, a convex-shaped stone chamber was opened. It was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. The outer room was used for alchemy. In the middle sat a bronze cauldron with mottled patina. It had not been used for a long time. The inner room contained alchemy and the four walls Stone caves of different sizes are dug out, and porcelain vases and jade boxes are placed. The strange fragrance is dense, making people feel drunk.
Qingming rummaged around in the alchemy room, and from time to time he picked up an old porcelain bottle, pulled out the stopper, brought it to his nose and sniffed it, shook his head, and put it back away. His hands and feet were nimble and he was familiar with the way. He neither knocked over the utensils nor violated the restrictions left by the master. He just worked hard for a while and still couldn't find what he wanted. He scratched his head and muttered in distress: "It's not this, it's not that, where is it hidden?"
Taoist Ziyang hid aside and stared coldly for a long time. Seeing that Qingming was about to make a move and planned to attack several important forbidden magic circles, he couldn't help coughing and asked: "What are you looking for?"
Qingming was startled, turned around hurriedly, hid his hands behind his back, looked embarrassed, looked down at his toes, and said humbly: "It turns out...it turns out you are here, Master..."
"Well, I've been watching you for a long time. Are you looking for a solid elixir?"
Qingming denied it, shaking his head like a rattle, "No, no! I am looking for the Qiankun Yiqi Pill for Senior Brother Wei, but the power of the Huang Chi Pill has diminished, and it is useless to take more. Apart from the Qiankun Yiqi Pill, there is no other pill that is more suitable for him."
"No need to look for it. Ah Ruan has taken all the Qiankun Yiqi Pills. Well, in Chixia Valley before, Ah Ruan gave him a bottle of Huang Chi Pills, and you gave him two more bottles, which is almost the limit." Taoist Ziyang After pondering for a moment, he made a magic formula, immersed his five fingers into the stone wall, and took out a three-inch-high jade bottle from the restraint. It was burnt yellow and shiny like jade.
Qingming sniffed, rubbed his eyes, and stammered: "This is... this is... Wannian Zhiye? Wouldn't it be too wasteful to give it to him?"
"Don't waste it. He is very important to me, so don't be stingy with the elixir. It's like gambling. If you are sure, you have to put all the chips on hand." Taoist Ziyang glanced at Qingming, threw the jade bottle to him, and warned He said, "Of the ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum collected in Nanhua Valley, only this liquid is left. You are not allowed to steal it. I will give it all to you, Senior Brother Wei."
"Yes, I got it." Qingming has always been greedy and wants to try any panacea. But after the leader said so, he didn't dare to deviate.
"Such a precious thing... Forget it, don't talk about it, it's all in vain..." He played with the jade bottle, muttering in his mouth, full of reluctance.
Taoist Ziyang waved his hand, "Hurry up and give it to him. Half a drop each time is enough. You should be careful for him and don't cause trouble. Well, if someone attacks him, just leave it alone and take a look. Let me know how far he has practiced the sword art when he comes back."
Qingming remembered Ruan Jing's life experience and asked tentatively: "He practices Tianhu Ksitigarbha Kung Fu, right?"
"Suffering as immovable as the earth, meditating deeply as a secret, the Heavenly Fox and Earthly Treasures Kung Fu, was it Ah Ruan who told you?"
Qingming chuckled and said, "I overheard it in the Demon Suppression Tower, but she didn't notice it."
"Wei Shiqi only practices one of the Tianhu Ksitigarbha skills. He refines his natal objects and achieves his natal magical powers. His natal object happens to be a flying sword. The magical powers he has developed are somewhat similar to those of sword cultivators. To outsiders, You can't tell the difference. Among the people with this kind of vision on Flowing Stone Peak are Junior Brother Xing and Pu Tianwei, but we can't find the third one."
"Senior Brother Wei has made very rapid progress in practicing Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha. In less than a year, he has already refined the Zangxue Sword into sword pills. With these Ten Thousand Years Zhizhi Liquid, he can practice several natal magical powers."
"It would be better to make progress faster. Big changes are coming soon. Time waits for no one. If God is kind to Kunlun and can take away the demon phoenix from Biwu Island, we can still buy some time to make plans. Otherwise, hehe, under the overthrow of the nest, another An’s eggs are intact!”
Qingming's face changed color slightly. He had a vague connection with Taoist Ziyang. Even though he had always been calm, he couldn't help being shocked at this moment.
