Five days later.
The east gate of Yuquanfang.
More than a dozen giant centipede-like insects were placed four or five meters apart, lying in a row obediently.
The centipede is more than twenty meters long and three or four meters high. Its whole body is shiny and black.
On both sides of the body are densely packed long legs with countless joints.
Chen Mu, who had just arrived at the east gate, suddenly got goosebumps when he saw this scene.
"There are many poisonous miasma and poisonous insects in Dongling. This seven-star centipede is a specialty of Dongling." Bai Xiuwen came to Chen Mu and said.
"They are extremely powerful and fast. They were captured and tamed by our elder Song Wuji Song, and they are just used to transport large quantities of goods."
Chen Mu nodded suddenly.
Song Wuji is indeed an expert at playing with bugs.
In the lower courtyard of Tongtianhe, a lot of work is done with insects.
…
While the two were chatting, hundreds of people slowly gathered at the east gate.
Chen Mu found that all of these people, regardless of gender, were tall and strong.
And his temperament revealed a wild and wild nature, which was very different from the disciples of the Lower Court he had met before.
"Are these people new from Daqian? How can this figure and temperament be so... unique?" Chen Mu was confused.
"Did you see it?" Bai Xiuwen approached Chen Mu and whispered: "I heard that there is something wrong with the Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Pill."
"After these people ate it, their height and body shape changed to varying degrees."
"Fortunately, the body has not been alienated."
"If a demonic beast really appears, the Pavilion Master will be in trouble."
Is there a problem with the Reincarnation Pill?
Chen Mu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
This was the second time he heard this rumor.
"There is a huge demand for the Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Pill in other courtyards."
"Pavilion Master Zhu has to increase the refining speed."
"If you use impatient techniques, problems will inevitably occur." Bai Xiuwen sighed: "The Pavilion Master is afraid that others will compete with him for his Taoist power."
"Are you afraid that other courtyards will recruit alchemists from the upper courtyard?" Chen Mu raised his eyebrows.
"That's right." Bai Xiuwen nodded: "The General Affairs Office of the Inspectorate has been recruiting manpower from the Upper House."
"The Pavilion Master is also afraid."
Chen Mu sighed secretly.
"It's all for the secret technique of condensing the orifice."
Thinking of this, Chen Mu suddenly felt that it would not be bad to go to Wuyan Mountain.
Although it is a bit risky, the reward is also high.
Similarly, when refining Bigu Pills, twenty pills from Yuquan Mountain can be exchanged for one point of Taoist power.
If you go to Wuyan Mountain, you can exchange fifteen pieces for one.
"As long as you don't run around and pay attention to safety at all times, where is refining alchemy not refining?"
…
More and more people gathered in Dongmen, but there was no chaos at all.
Several patrolmen in gray clothes began to call people by name, and divided the people into more than ten groups with the Seven-Star Centipede as the core.
And began to direct everyone to carry and fix the huge package on the Seven-Star Centipede.
Chen Mu was also placed near a large centipede.
Gathered with him, in addition to the other two alchemy boys from the Danbao Pavilion, there were five alchemists from the Baigong Hall and three clerks from the Sutra School.
These people are similar to him, they all want to receive various material scriptures from the Yanxia Sect.
…
Deep in the East Ridge, there is a small valley filled with smoke.
The sun penetrates the mist in the sky, and beams of light penetrate into the valley.
Layers of terraced fields surround the surrounding hillsides, and wooden houses are scattered everywhere.
On the east side of the valley, a lonely wooden house stands on the top of the mountain.
Colorful streams of light suddenly fell from the sky, slamming into the door of the wooden house, splashing a circle of soil.
The aura dissipated, revealing a rough man with a height of two meters, long hair shawl, and mysterious tattoos on his face.
The other party walked straight into the wooden house, stared at the white-haired old man who was as thin as a child and said, "Xinya, what are you thinking about?"
The white-haired old man had his back to the door, sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding the bronze brazier in front of him, with a handful of green flames swaying in it.
"I'm getting older and I don't want to bother. I just want to spend my old age in peace."
"You'd better hire someone else to take revenge on the chicken coop and the other courtyard." Xin Ya said calmly.
"Spend your old age in peace? Huh..." Wei Donglai, a man with a tattooed face and a sweaty face, said with disdain: "I think you are afraid of being chased by Taoist Dongli!"
"Aren't you afraid?" Xin Ya was still unhurried.
Wei Donglai froze immediately, then twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a sneer: "Of course I am afraid of Master Daoji."
"But what if he can't do it for a short time?"
Xin Ya paused: "Is the news accurate?"
Wei Donglai chuckled: "The news comes from the other five channels in Yunzhou, you can tell whether it is accurate."
Xinya frowned and shook his head.
"The seven roads in Yunzhou, the Chongshan Road exist in name only, and the vitality of the Jilong Road has been severely damaged."
"Taoist Dongli has been in seclusion since he came back. No one knows the exact extent of his injuries."
"Aren't you afraid that Yunzhou Wudao gave you this news just to trick you into testing the Jilong Road?"
"Do you want to try the Liangyi Transformation Forbidden Technique?" Wei Donglai asked rhetorically without answering.
Xin Ya couldn't help but turn around: "You want to activate the forbidden method of Liangyi Transformation in Mist Mountain?!"
"Forbidden methods to dry up the lake and fish will definitely destroy the spiritual springs of the Misty Mountains, making it no longer possible to generate earth spirit vitality."
"That is your Yanxia Sect's hundreds of years of foundation, and you are willing to give it up?!"
Wei Donglai looked indifferent: "If you can't keep a centuries-old foundation, then why should you keep it?"
"How about letting it shine all at once and become my advanced qualifications."
"The origin of this forbidden law is unknown, can you guarantee its effectiveness?" Xin Ya hesitated.
"Isn't this just an experiment using Mist Mountain?" Wei Donglai said lightly.
"Experimenting with the inheritance of our ancestors? Really..." Xin Ya shook his head.
"Then are you going?" Wei Donglai asked calmly.
Xin Ya hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "If it can really give birth to Hunyuan, help me refine my divine acupoints, and allow me to go one step further, this risk is nothing!"
"It's great to escape from Dongling!"
"Done!"
Wei Donglai's tattooed face suddenly showed a smile.
"I've already found out."
"Liu Ling is the only one in charge of Yanxia Mountain."
"Her secret skills are so mysterious that I am indeed no match for her, but with you... hum!"
…
Half a month later, Yanxia Mountain.
Yanxia Mountain is an east-west mountain range.
Most of the entire Shanyin collapsed, leaving behind a pale vertical mountain wall, as if it were being cut with a knife or an axe.
The southern part of the mountain has a gentle slope and is full of verdant green plants. Pavilions with white walls and black tiles are looming among the towering ancient woods.
In a grotto on the east side.
Chen Mu stood up and stretched.
There were a bunch of bottles and jars in front of him, all of which were filled with Bigu Pills.
This is the result of his more than ten days here.
"Twenty thousand at least!"
If all were handed in, that would be more than 1,300 Taoist skills, which would almost catch up with the income from the previous two months.
"It's a pity that we can't hand it over in full."
You can make alchemy faster than others, but you can't make it too fast.
"Material loss is generally about 10%." Chen Mu thought so and put more than two thousand pills into the five ghost bags.
The max-level Bigu Pill alchemy technique has exquisite control and the loss is close to zero. He can only put away the extra Bigu Pill himself.
"The success rate of an ordinary alchemist is about 60 to 70 percent."
"I'm a little better than them, 80% better."
Chen Mu put away nearly four thousand Bigu Pills.
"I don't want to take these Bigu Pills either."
"But the level of our peers is really poor."
"In order not to undermine their self-confidence, I can only aggrieve myself."
"So thoughtful, alas, I am indeed a good person!"
(End of chapter)
