After returning to the Yao Ge Courtyard, Xu Zhi'an felt uneasy and confused. Leng Mianfeng's words kept echoing in his ears, making him feel confused.
The night was dark, and Xu Zhian stood alone in the small courtyard, his eyes twinkling. The moonlight shines on the bluestone floor, making it appear silvery white. He was hesitant in his heart whether he should leave this place immediately and stay away from this whirlpool of danger.
Outside the small courtyard, the bamboo bushes swayed gently and the leaves rustled.
Xu Zhi'an looked up at the starry night sky, thinking a lot. He knew that if he chose to stay, he might fall into deeper trouble.
Judging from the clues he has now, Dr. Mo accepted him as his disciple and taught him the "Guan Ling" method. He obviously had other purposes. It was very likely that he would seize his spiritual root like his first disciple, but let Xu Zhian What I don't understand is that I only have mortal spiritual roots, so what's the point of taking them away.
What Leng Lingyuan said suddenly came to mind. The power of incense can swallow up spiritual roots and enhance them. Is this Dr. Mo's plan?
The power of incense?
Xu Zhi'an touched the star on his forehead. After the power of incense in Leng Lingyuan's body was absorbed by him, the star formed was no different from the "White Bone Pearl", but why hadn't he discovered this magical effect before? Instead, I only found that as long as I wanted to set a direction, for example, when I memorized "Compendium of Materia Medica" and combined the exercises, the stars would help me complete it, and I could repair it after it was broken.
His heart moved, and he thought to himself: "Maybe we can try it."
At the moment, he concentrated on the stars on his forehead, and kept chanting "enhance spiritual roots" in his mind. The stars suddenly lit up. Xu Zhi'an felt happy, thinking it was useful, but soon the stars dimmed again, and then It disappeared on the forehead and disappeared without a trace, but his spiritual roots did not change at all.
Xu Zhi'an's face changed slightly. He thought the stars could help him improve his spiritual roots, but he didn't expect it to be useless at all.
He was unwilling to give up and continued to try, but no matter how he moved the stars on his forehead, his spiritual roots never changed at all.
Finally, Xu Zhian's unwillingness seemed to be felt, the stars lit up again, and some enlightenment came into Xu Zhian's mind.
Xu Zhian suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a little shocked and disappointed. He vaguely understood that although the stars were wonderful, they were not omnipotent. It is just a carrier of the power of incense. It may be able to swallow spiritual roots, but it cannot directly enhance spiritual roots.
It must be carried by a physical object. This fragrant spark on the forehead cannot be created out of nothing. If you want to improve your spiritual roots, you have to devour other people's spiritual roots. It is just like merging your own skills into one. You cannot improve the skills, but you can combine the two skills. Dharma is one.
"In this case..." A cold light flashed in Xu Zhian's eyes. If Doctor Mo really intends to swallow his spiritual roots, then let's see who swallows whom. This time, it might be his chance.
He made up his mind not to leave. In fact, he also had a guess that even if he escaped now, he might not be able to escape. If Doctor Mo had already started planning, how could he not leave any backup plan? If he escaped, he would only alert the snake and himself. If you put it out there, you might really be in danger by then.
Instead, if you stay, you may be able to find some flaws. If nothing else works, when Doctor Mo comes to seize your spiritual roots, if you fight him desperately, you may still have a chance of survival.
He made up his mind and decided to wait and see what happened in the small courtyard of the Medicine Pavilion to see what Doctor Mo had planned.
That night, Xu Zhi'an did not practice. Instead, he lay in bed and thought over and over again, deducing the thoughts in his mind over and over again until he was sure that everything was correct, and then he fell asleep peacefully.
At the same moment, in a cave thousands of miles away from the Medicine Pavilion, Doctor Mo brushed the mirror in his hand, and everything in the courtyard was printed on it. After seeing Xu Zhi'an, a calm expression appeared on his face. A hint of surprise: "You didn't run away?"
Doctor Mo laughed dumbly, then put the mirror away as if nothing had happened, walked out of the cave alone, and disappeared into the vast night.
From the next day, Xu Zhian was in the Medicine Pavilion as usual. He and A Niu often treated patients together. When the patients were young, they continued to try to refine various types of elixirs. During this period, they occasionally went out to join in the fun at the market, or I sit alone in the room and practice silently.
Time flies, and a month has passed. During this month, he has refined more and more types of elixirs. Unfortunately, only three formulas can trigger the reaction of spiritual energy. After the elixir is completed, it can achieve the effect of a primary elixir, and his cultivation level is beyond compare. It has also completely stabilized. It is still at the third level of Qi Refining, but it is a little more solid than before. What is most gratifying is that his divine consciousness has increased sharply again after he switched to "Divine Jue", and has already broken through the realm of foundation building. Currently, " The cultivation of "Divine Art" has entered the second level, and the "Human Way" Alchemy has also entered the second-level realm. Unfortunately, the elixir is still hard to find, and he has found nothing this month. Otherwise, he would start trying to refine the second-level elixir.
On this day, Xu Zhian was still obsessed with refining elixirs, but he felt something in his heart. He looked up and looked outside the hospital. He felt that Doctor Mo was back, and the one who was more sensitive than him was A Niu.
A Niu dropped the medicinal materials he was sorting and jumped out of the door immediately. Xu Zhian sighed slightly, put down his work, and followed out.
As soon as he came out, he saw A Niu circling around Doctor Mo, his eyes full of admiration, and Doctor Mo also looked towards Xu Zhi'an with a smile on his face.
Xu Zhi'an's heart sank slightly, and he greeted respectfully: "Master, you are back."
"Not bad!" Doctor Mo looked Xu Zhi'an up and down deeply, moved the corner of his mouth, and said mysteriously: "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you when I come back this time."
Xu Zhi'an panicked. Doctor Mo's words meant something. He seemed to have a clear mind about what happened during this period. Xu Zhi'an was shocked, but he immediately calmed down and said: "Master is joking, although the disciple is addicted Alchemy, but how dare you not see the master."
"Master, what are you talking about?" A Niu noticed something unusual. The atmosphere between Doctor Mo and Xu Zhi'an was delicate, and he couldn't help but scratch his head.
The weird atmosphere was broken, and Doctor Mo stopped staring at Xu Zhi'an, smiled slightly, and then walked past Xu Zhi'an into the bamboo building.
The moment Xu Zhi'an stepped aside and crossed paths with Doctor Mo, Xu Zhi'an's muscles tensed up, like a cheetah pouncing on prey, ready to strike at any time, but when Doctor Mo didn't react at all, he walked straight into the bamboo building. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat. At that moment, he was ready to fight to the death. As long as Doctor Mo did anything wrong at all, he would take action.
He was a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't act rashly, otherwise he might have been in danger. Looking at Doctor Mo, it was obvious that he knew everything about him. If he wanted to make a sneak attack, he might suffer a big loss.
What is Doctor Mo's strength?
Xu Zhi'an was a little surprised and doubtful, but he quickly suppressed the doubts in his heart. No matter what Doctor Mo's strength was, if he wanted to survive, he had to find a way to outwit him. In a head-on conflict, he had no room for resistance.
