Qingjingzi thought wildly and sat blankly for several hours, until the glow disappeared and night fell, Shimen Peak was submerged in the gentle moonlight. Worry turned into worry, and anxiety turned into anxiety. From the beginning to the end, he never thought about running away and avoiding Mi and his wife. He didn't even have a thought. Mi Luo's voice came from the "Lanqiao Cave", inviting him to come into the cave for a chat. Qingjingzi agreed without hesitation, stood up and started walking. Only then did he realize that he was abnormal and staggered in his steps.
The cave was quiet and peaceful, the fragrance of the medicine was gone, and Bixiazi returned to normal. Shen Yuanqiong sat behind her, bored, smiled at Qingjingzi, and said, "Let's start the furnace to divide the elixir."
Qingjingzi gathered his thoughts and sighed: "Thanks to the two Taoist friends for taking action this time, I am grateful in my heart. If I am sent to you in the future, I will definitely serve." He spoke vaguely and passed by the incident of killing the golden immortal. It is placed very low, faintly revealing the meaning of dependence.
Shen Yuanqiong is a businessman. He discerns appearance and looks. He waved his hand and said politely: "It's a coincidence that we got through the difficulties by luck. This is destiny, and it can never happen again. We are in Pingchuan City, so we should work together in the same boat and support each other."
Bixiazi was simple-minded and didn't bother to speculate on the implication. The master's life and death were unknown, and the top priority was to restore his vitality as soon as possible and improve his cultivation. The rest were just details. She flicked it with her fingers, and the "Beast's Foot Golden Furnace" made a muffled sound. The lid of the cauldron moved open, and seven "Dong Xuan Ling Bao Dan" came out one after another. The light was overflowing, and the pattern of water and clouds was faintly visible. Chasing and playing with the alchemy furnace, full of spirituality.
The elixir was ready and attracted people's attention. Qingjingzi hurriedly said that he only needed three. Bixiazi was surprised, but he did not reject the other party's kindness. One more "Dong Xuan Ling Bao Dan" would give him more confidence. Every ounce of strength is needed right now. She accepted the four "Dong Xuan Ling Bao Dan" and looked at them carefully. She was very satisfied with the elixir she had made by herself. She picked up one and put it into her mouth. She ran her exercises to refine the medicine and breathed in and out. The mist lingered in the air, and the injuries in his body gradually receded. His skin became almost transparent, and his white hair turned into black hair again.
When Qingjingzi saw that the other party happily accepted the elixir, he left without saying a word. The host and guest had changed positions. He was in a weak position. How to deal with Mi and his wife was a matter of life and death. Should he take the half of the remaining prescription? Come out, or use the third pill recipe left to fool you? A thought flashed through my mind, and I couldn't let it go. I had been wandering overseas for many years, and had finally collected all the things listed in the remnant. If I missed this opportunity, I was afraid that I would never find such a good-tempered alchemist again.
Qingjingzi thought about it, worrying about gains and losses. The "Purple Gold Pill" and "Dong Xuan Ling Bao Pill" in his hands were really hot. He finally made up his mind and took the pills one by one into his mouth, roughly refined them, and hid them in his Dantian. , just like cattle and sheep eating grass and swallowing it in their stomachs in a hurry, then slowly regurgitating it when they settle down. This is a mental method passed down exclusively by Qingjingzi’s master. It is difficult to practice, painful, and does not have much benefit from taking the elixir. Most of the Daxia cultivators think it is useless, but Qingjingzi’s master forces him to practice hard. , even if the Taoism is wasted, he will not hesitate.
Thinking about it now, the master seemed to be hinting to him that what Can Fang remembered was of great importance. Once the elixir was refined, it must be swallowed as soon as possible without delay. It is your own until you eat it. You can kill it, chop it up, disembowel it, and fetch water from the bamboo basket, but others will not be able to take it away. The corners of Qingjingzi's mouth twitched slightly, and she finally made up her mind.
"Dong Xuan Ling Bao Dan" is not an ordinary product. Every time you take one, you need to warm it up for several days before continuing. It is not like jelly beans that can be eaten as much as possible. Although Bixiazi was eager for success, she also knew the stakes involved and patiently refined the potion slowly. Every time she remembered that her master was in dire straits and her whereabouts were unknown, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Shen Yuanqiong noticed that her temperament was a little unstable, and he wanted to comfort her a few words, but was unable to do so. He guessed that Jiutian Xuannv was in a very bad situation. She fell into the hands of Taoist Hehe and became like this. Even though she had left a backup plan If you escape, the best outcome is to become a foreign object, ruthless, cruel and murderous.
Bixiazi may not want to give up, but Jiutian Xuannv is no longer her master.
Shen Yuanqiong looked at Bixiazi's tireless practice, with a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. I don't know when the relationship between the two has also undergone subtle changes. Although there is no "change of subject and guest", Shen Yuanqiong Qiong has long since ceased to be protected by him, supported by him, and arranged by him. Unknowingly, he has placed himself above Bixiazi.
No matter how beautiful a beauty is, she will become tired after seeing too much, Shen Yuanqiong
He got up and went outside the cave to relax, say hello to Qingjingzi, look at the sky and the clouds, and was bored. Qingjingzi thought about it for a while, took out the extra spiritual herbs and elixirs from the medicine bag, and gave them to him as a thank you gift, all without saying a word. Shen Yuanqiong happily accepted that these spiritual herbs and elixirs were not just leftovers. They were hundreds of thousands of years old. They were properly prepared and full of medicinal power. They were just right for practicing the "eating technique".
He walked around the nearby hills, eating medicinal herbs as snacks, regardless of thickness, eating them all the way to relax, enduring the bitterness and numbness, and persevered with great perseverance. After cultivating the "Bait Technique" to a small level, one's mouth is like a millstone, grinding the medicinal materials to pieces, and the stomach is like a millstone, grinding out all the medicine's power. The magic power continues to grow, and from the gurgling trickles, it gathers into a mighty river. Such a great tonic can only be found but cannot be sought. Bitterness will turn to bitterness, and numbness will turn to numbness. Shen Yuanqiong still remembered the favor of Qingjingzi.
Unknowingly, when we walked to the back mountain, there was a dark wind blowing, the grass and trees were crumbling, and ghosts were crying and wolves were howling. Shen Yuanqiong shivered for no reason and felt a chill on his back, which was not a good sign. Sure enough, people still need to bask in the sun more, and only when they have sufficient yang energy can they feel comfortable. While he was thinking about it, the sword mark on his right arm jumped. Shen Yuanqiong suddenly felt horrified. He turned around and saw a slim figure hiding behind a tree, revealing half of his pale face. His pupils swelled and shrank, staring at him intently. Hold yourself.
The sword marks jumped slightly, but there was no fierce warning. Although Jiutian Xuannv was a different kind, she had no obvious malice. Shen Yuanqiong looked at her quietly for a moment, then coughed, breaking the silence in the forest, and even he was frightened. Jump. After a pause, he asked: "Can you understand? Can you speak?"
Jiutian Xuannv slowly leaned out from behind the tree, her expression was stiff, her eyes were slightly lively, her chest was rising and falling slightly, but her mouth and nose were not breathing at all. She tentatively took half a step, her lips and teeth moved slightly. In an instant, the dark wind became strong, like countless swords coming towards her face. Shen Yuanqiong frowned unconsciously, raised his right hand to block, and the "Yang Shen Sword" fell into his palm, and The cold wind was blowing hard, and the water vapor condensed into frost, which rustled down.
A glimmer of light flashed in Jiutian Xuannv's eyes, and she advanced instead of retreating. She cautiously took another half step, her throat made a "gurgling" sound, and she let out a sigh of relief.
