Bixiazi picked and processed the medicinal materials, plucked a bunch of scraps, put thirteen elixirs into the "Bard's Foot Golden Furnace", poured in rootless water, lit the iron pear wood, concentrated for a moment, and blew a breath. , the elixir fire flew out from the seven orifices and circled the furnace body several times, becoming weak, slender, and sluggish. Qingjingzi saw it in his eyes and knew in his heart that Mrs. Mi manipulated the elixir fire meticulously. Unfortunately, she was seriously injured and her vitality was not restored. This furnace of "Purple Golden elixir" would probably take a long time and had to be completed in a hurry.
He had a little more confidence in Mrs. Mi, and secretly calculated in his mind that when the "Purple Golden Pill" was released, firstly, he would replenish his vitality, and secondly, if he became more familiar with his skills, he would be more confident about the next batch of pills... Qingjingzi had accumulated some money. There are three and a half pill prescriptions. Although the "Purple Golden Pill" is a secret passed down by the master, it is not a secret that is not passed down. What is really rare is the half of the remaining prescription. On the eve of his departure from Daxia, his master secretly gave it to him and asked him to collect half of the remaining prescriptions carefully when he was collecting medicinal materials on overseas islands and find a trustworthy alchemist. If he could find anything, it would be a great help to him. Opportunity.
The master's status in the sect is not high and he is looked down upon by his peers. It is said that he does not have access to high-grade elixir prescriptions. This half of the remnant prescription was probably picked up by mistake. Qingjingzi looked over it countless times and guessed that the residual recipe came from overseas. There were two reasons. One was that the recipe was carved on a dark animal skin, and the other was that all the spiritual herbs and elixirs used were produced overseas. It was impossible for the recipe to come from overseas. After being taken seriously by others, it fell into the hands of the master. Master holds it like a treasure, could it be possible that he has misjudged it? It's possible. But Qingjingzi is still willing to believe him once. After all, the opportunity is rare, and even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, it cannot be missed.
But can the Mi couple really trust them? He decided to give it a try.
A few hours later, the fragrance of the medicine lingered and the fire was full. Bixiazi threw the remaining four elixirs into the furnace, concentrating on controlling the elixir fire and having no time to look around. Qingjingzi smelled the fragrance of the medicine and nodded secretly. Although she was ill and sought medical treatment, in his opinion, Mrs. Mi was no weaker than her fellow disciples who were good at alchemy. On this point, she was still trustworthy. As for her character, How his character is, needs further observation.
While he was thinking about it, Qingjingzi's eyes twitched, and he suddenly saw Mrs. Mi reaching out a hand from behind her, calmly picking up a root of the "Fulse Earth Dragon", and then retracting it without haste. He looked along the hand and saw that Mi Luo generously put the root into his mouth, chewed it several times and swallowed it, frowning, as if the taste was not good. An idea flashed through her mind. Mrs. Mi picked off these branches, leaves and roots, specially leaving them for him to eat as snacks. Qingjingzi fell into deep thought, why not wait for the "Purple Golden Pill" to be released and swallow one pill, how much scraps would it be worth? Is it possible that chewing the elixir directly is more effective than the elixir given by the emperor and his ministers?
He buried his doubts in his heart and remained calm, sitting and watching Mi Luo's left hand and right hand, swallowing it with a grimace.
The leftovers picked from the seventeen kinds of elixirs contained extraordinary vitality and extraordinary taste. Shen Yuanqiong's mouth was bitter and astringent, and his tongue was numb. Bixiazi and Qingjingzi stared at each other while making elixirs. With no time to look around, he quietly walked out of the "Blue Bridge Cave". There was a burning sensation in his stomach, and he felt dizzy as if he had drunk alcohol. He had eaten too much and too much. It was those elixirs that were causing trouble. He listened for a moment, followed the sound to find a mountain stream, leaned over and rinsed his mouth, and drank another gulp. The water felt much more comfortable, so I leaned in the grass nest, looked at the flowing clouds on the horizon, and slowly closed my eyes.
She slept so darkly that the sky was full of stars when she woke up. Shen Yuanqiong lay quietly for a while, his heart moved slightly, and he concentrated on observing. With the nourishment of the leftovers of the elixir, his throat, throat, and intestines had been completely purified. The "Eating Technique" has been a little successful, and now all kinds of great tonic things in the world, such as plants, trees, metals and stones, are poisonous and non-toxic, and can be enjoyed calmly. Eating and sleeping can improve your Taoism. Is there anything better than this in the world? Shen Yuanqiong suspected that if someone else studied the "Huangquan Sutra", the skills learned would be completely different.
He raised his right hand and stared at the dormant "sword mark" on his arm. He suddenly realized that at the moment he was involuntarily controlled by the sword. One day, the host and guest would change positions and he would surrender to the "Yang Shen Sword". ”, as the arm uses the fingers, and the sword is used as a slave. As if aware of his thoughts, "Sword Mark" jumped slightly, before waking up, and fell into a deep sleep again.
Su Hui, Ghost Immortal, Taoist Companion, Yang Shen Sword, Huangquan Sutra, Bait Technique, the future is bright, Shen Yuanqiong asked himself, what else is not satisfied? Alone and bathing in the moonlight and starlight, his thoughts suddenly drifted to Daxia, a country far away across the ocean. Are his parents okay? The people and things he is familiar with, and the things in the world that he has never forgotten, have not come to his mind for a long time. The world is like a dream, becoming more and more indifferent and blurred.
Shen Yuanqiong was silent for a long time, slowly got up, brushed off the grass clippings on his body, and returned to "Lanqiao Cave" wearing a starlight. The fragrance of the medicine was faint, the postures of Bixiazi and Qingjingzi did not change slightly, and Tielimu was gone. Turned into a pile of ashes, surrounded by elixir fire, flickering on and off, the "beast's foot and gold fur furnace" gurgled, success or failure depended on this one move. Small beads of sweat oozed from Bixiazi's forehead and temples. The magic power in her body was squeezed out bit by bit, almost exhausted. There was no "medicine", and the heat did not allow for any deviation. Her vitality had not recovered, and she could not survive. If she could not catch it in time, Dan, this furnace of elixir was wasted.
Shen Yuanqiong quietly sat down behind Bixiazi. Compared with when he was on Luohua Island, he had completely changed. He could look directly at the Danhuo without any hindrance. Every subtle change was visible, but seeing it clearly did not mean that he Although he can intervene, he can't do much to help except cheering up Bixiazi in his heart. Qingjingzi might be able to see that in the battle of Pingchuan City, although Shen Yuanqiong was the one who charged forward, Bixiazi was the one with profound moral knowledge and the one who made the decisions. However, he didn't care about sitting behind Bixiazi. Just like he is doing now.
From the beginning to the present, they have maintained a subtle relationship. Bixiazi is simple-minded and does not realize this, but Shen Yuanqiong's heart is like a mirror. This kind of relationship is abnormal. Whether in the world or in the fairy world, they are different.
The elixir fire gradually dimmed, and Bixiazi let out a long sigh of relief. She had tried her best to refine the "Purple Golden elixir", and finally nothing went wrong. She calmed herself down, flicked her fingers, and a series of sounds of dragons and tigers roared in the "Beast's Foot Golden Furnace". The lid of the cauldron jumped up, and the rays of light swept across, making the "Blue Bridge Cave" colorful, like a dream. .
Bixiazi stretched out her hand and pressed lightly, fixing the twenty-four "Purple Golden Pills" in the air. The purple lines were entangled and spinning around. Qingjingzi's breath stopped suddenly, and he looked at it for a moment. A stone fell to the ground in his heart. Without the medicine, he refined twenty-four "Purple Gold Pills", which far exceeded his expectations. He was betting on this treasure.
