Yusha

Chapter 32 The Precious Medicine Dust and Mud Meet Again (4K)

Inside the underground palace.

Chu Weiyang put his feet on his feet, with most of his body lying on the furnace body of the purple toad alchemy furnace, with only a little force, the dust all over his body was rubbed off, and with such force, he slightly pushed the top cover of the alchemy furnace on Zichan's back a seam.

In an instant, the thick dust and smoke almost swirled, wrapped in a gust of wind, and was about to be covered with a hood.

Already prepared in his heart, Chu Weiyang held his breath and turned his head to avoid the gust of wind.

At the same time, the white jade poisonous snake on the wrist buzzed happily like a child.

Looking into the basket again, Steward Ma couldn't cry for a while, his awkward face twisted, his eyes were not eyes and noses, and he let go of the hand that was propped on the edge, hurriedly, before the poisonous wind swept over. He fell into the basket in a state of embarrassment, and carefully avoided it.

After nearly ten breaths of time passed, even the blown ashes and dust from the corners of the underground palace slowly fell, and then Chu Weiyang leaned over and looked into the Zichan Pill furnace through the gap.

Behind Chu Weiyang, Guanshi Ma leaned out again supporting the edge of the basket.

Just looking at his expression, he seemed to be more impatient than Chu Weiyang.

"How is it? What's in the pill furnace?"

It was Chu Weiyang's brief silence that responded to Manager Ma.

Then, Chu Weiyang drew out the long sword at his waist, and used the edge of the sword as a spoon, and poked it into the purple toad pill furnace. Then, Chu Weiyang only made such a twist, and when he drew his hand back, the sword held flat On the front, there is a black silt.

When you look carefully, the sand is very dry and loose, but it seems to be due to the quality of the original treasures of heaven and earth. Even if it has been transformed into such fine sand, it still has a good viscosity, and it is mixed together without distinction. each other.

And the black color is more pure and frightening, especially in this dark underground palace, it seems to swallow all the light that is left.

Only by sniffing gently, can one feel the colorless and odorless poisonous qi escaping from it.

In the past, it might have been countless strange fairy treasures, or it might have been the supreme pill fire of the highest grade. In this purple toad pill furnace, a group of heroes gathered together, reflecting each other, resonating with Tao and Dharma, and interweaving with qi. And rationale.

It may be a batch of unimaginable elixir, a poisonous path, or an extremely high achievement of a certain path.

The perfectly round pill should have a bright color like glass, and the deep veins on it should be as beautiful as cloud seals and thunder patterns.

But now I can’t see anything, the beauty of the past has disappeared, everything returns to dust and earth, the treasure pill has been brewing in the years, and it has decayed into a pitch-black medicinal paste, exuding a severe toxicity that ordinary people cannot bear.

At least at this moment, Guanshi Ma, who was standing on the edge of the basket, curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

Well, he is willing to admit that from the very beginning, Guanshi Ma didn't look down on the poisonous way of practice, and now this lump of medicinal mud looks like scum in his eyes, and it shouldn't appear in the eyes of a golden elixir. The monk's natal magic weapon was left behind.

This seems to be some kind of blasphemy about interest and preference.

It's just that Chu Weiyang at this moment has long since forgotten about such idle things as breaking up with Guanshi Ma. He took out an empty porcelain bottle from Qiankun's bag, and carefully scraped the medicine mud on the blade into the porcelain bottle little by little. Archived in.

In the end, only a small piece of medicinal mud the size of a fingernail was left on the rim of the bottle, and then it was fed to the white jade poisonous snake little by little.

But even if it was only such a small piece, the jade snake happily devoured it bit by bit, and it was not even half of it, as if it was full and sleepy. With a hint of laziness, he curled up on Chu Weiyang's wrist.

It's just that as time passed, the skin of his wrist clings to the white jade-like scales, and Chu Weiyang can clearly feel the gradually growing breath of the white jade poisonous snake.

Very weak changes, but stable, and clear.

Because of that, Chu Weiyang smiled contentedly, and then plunged the sword deep into the purple toad pill furnace, carefully scraping the medicinal mud accumulated on the furnace wall and bottom.

This delicate work was a waste of time. After a long time, Chu Weiyang filled the eight large bottles and almost used up the empty bottles at hand, and then searched the pill furnace for the medicinal mud.

Originally, this was already the ultimate goal at the beginning of this trip, but when Chu Weiyang backed up, took a few steps back, stood next to Guanshi Ma, and looked at the Zichan Pill Stove together with him, the young man's thoughts Can't help but come alive.

But it seemed that he had guessed what Chu Weiyang was thinking. Before he could speak, Guanshi Ma shook his head and said.

"Don't bother!"

"Why do you think the three of them didn't even think about it just now?"

"How many years have passed without eroding away the magic weapon of life, just by people like you and me? The stack is not as high as a stone, but you have exhausted your energy and energy. You have scratched the next one Layers of paint are considered unreasonable by God."

"For monks below the Golden Core realm, this thing is a treasure that cannot be used. No matter how beautiful it is, it will not be used at all."

"And for the Golden Core monks of the same realm, unless they walk on the same path, they are no different from poison!"

"The orderly overlapping of all kinds of precious materials, the spiritual materials smelted into a seamless one in the strange interweaving and resonance, all deeply contain the spirit of a great monk, and contain the aftertaste of Dao fruit !"

"I've never heard of anyone who purely imitated another person and was able to cultivate all the way to become a golden core monk!"

"As for purely refining this alchemy furnace, refining it into the purest precious material and the alchemy of unknown mountains and mountains, there is no one who is capable of the peak of the golden alchemy state, and trying to try is just asking for trouble."

"Wangshan ran dead horse, don't worry about this. While the karma is still there, while the energy is still full, it is the right way to meditate more and forget the Dharma!"

Hearing this, Chu Weiyang nodded.

He's never been too stubborn.

Because of that, when Chu Weiyang settled down in the same place, and then looked towards the huge silhouette of the Zichan Pill Stove.

In the vast ocean of mind and mind, it seems like a hibiscus at sunrise, hanging in the world!

The "Purple" character seal soared into the sky, illuminating the universe of mind and soul!
In the next moment, the sinuous and rugged outline of the purple toad was fully reflected in the colorful world under the high sun.

One after another ancient seal characters flowed towards Chu Weiyang's mind.

After a while, Chu Weiyang slowly opened his eyes.

"Secret Extracts from the Essentials of Wan Ling Yuan Ben, Monarchs, Ministers and Assistant Envoys"

Under Ma Guanshi's gaze, he suddenly laughed.

"Hey, this...interesting!"

"It's interesting!"
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Another half hour.

The underground palace is more or less dark and I don't know the meaning of day and night cold and heat.

Under the dim light of the fire, there was a lonely person in charge of the horse in the basket. He seemed to be dozing while propping up the edge of the basket, but the hand that was hanging down and tucked into the sleeves of the robe was always fused into sword fingers, full of mud There seemed to be a strong sword intent silently between his fingers, like a dormant beast, waiting for the decisive blow to move brazenly!
In the long silence, the sound of moderate footsteps sounded from the corridor, followed by the sound of dragging and pulling from far and near.

The fine dust on the ground rose high with the incoming wind, and in the hazy mist, the silhouette of the figure walking out of the darkness gradually became clear.

Chu Weiyang glanced at Guanshi Ma who became nervous for no reason.

There seemed to be some surprise in the young man's eyes, but he didn't ask any questions.

Because Chu Weiyang felt that Guanshi Ma's reaction was a little strange, but it was probably normal for people who had been tortured by pain for a long time to have such a strange reaction.

Compared with these, what Chu Weiyang wants to solve more is the kind of hunger that goes hand in hand with pain, and even surpasses it.

In some situations, the two feelings are even shared.

Taking off the torch, Chu Weiyang lit the dead branches, set up a bonfire, and then drew out the long sword that had been cleaned, and burned the water stains on the blade under the flames.

Then, Chu Weiyang first put a square pot made of crushed stones on top of the campfire, then lifted a flat stone slab, and placed half a bison on the slate.

Chu Weiyang seemed to be having another feast.

Just looking at the posture, it seems that it is much more delicate than drinking blood and chewing raw.

Draw the sword, cut the flesh.

Xu Shi's heart was too urgent, Chu Weiyang even brought some sword intent when he drew the sword. Looking carefully, the sword sword appeared endlessly, as if dense thunder and thunder were intertwined, as if continuous spring rain.

Guanshi Ma could see the changes in the sword intent inside the most clearly. Seeing that the Liuzheng sword intent was being ruined in this way, Guanshi Ma sucked his teeth several times and hesitated to speak, but let the pieces of good meat pile up into hills, Guanshi Ma just curled his lips, sulking to himself, but didn't say anything else.

Sliced ​​half a piece of meat.

Chu Weiyang first threw a few big bones into the stone pot.

Seeing that under the smoldering of the bonfire, water vapor gradually began to evaporate, Chu Weiyang opened the Qiankun bag, and neatly placed the herbs that had just been picked from the sea of ​​trees on the side of the stone slab.

The medicinal herbs are colorful and colorful, Chu Weiyang either picked up a bunch, cut them into fine pieces and sprinkled them into the bone soup in the stone pot, or watched the fire for a while, then threw the whole handfuls into the pot.

For some, Chu Weiyang twisted out the elixir juice, and carefully and evenly spread it on the sliced ​​meat.

Wait for Chu Weiyang to prepare these in an orderly manner.

In the gurgling bone soup, there was already a peculiar aroma wafting out, with the unique fragrance of bone soup and the elegant aroma of certain herbs.

And these two kinds of harmonious interweaving together, what aroused Chu Weiyang's stomach pouch Danding almost thunderous hunger roar.

Picking up chopsticks cut from branches, Chu Weiyang saw the right moment, and when the stone pot boiled to its peak, he took out a few big bones and discarded them, and then threw all the meat slices like hills into the pot.

After waiting for a while, Chu Weiyang removed the stone pot from the bonfire, grabbed the chopsticks in one hand, and looked at Steward Ma with a smile.

He looked very happy.

"How about it?"

Guanshi Ma didn't seem to understand much, raised his eyebrows, and asked back.

"How about what?"

Chu Weiyang pointed to a pot full of fresh soup intertwined with sliced ​​meat and spiritual herbs.

"I mean, how about this pot of soup?"

""The Secret Extract of the Essentials of the Monarchs, Ministers, and Envoys of Wan Ling Yuan" is the method I just visualized from the aftertaste of Dao and fruit of the great monk, um... It's not a practice method, it can't even be regarded as a secondary secret method... How should I put it, it's more like Some kind of alchemy inheritance."

"Hmm... a very special alchemy inheritance!"

"This method emphasizes that all spirits in the world and all kinds of precious materials can be refined into medicines, and they are matched with the principles of the emperor, ministers and assistants. It is just that the various elixir of the emperor, ministers and assistants are not condensed by the method of alchemy, but only the principles of the way of alchemy. , using the secret technique of the ancient shaman medicine soup to refine it into a pot, it is a shaman soup to eat, and it is also a treasure to swallow!"

"Honestly speaking, since I got the "Green Bamboo Pill Sutra", I have also practiced it carefully. It is no problem for me to ponder over some medicinal properties and identify some elixir herbs."

"It's hard to say, even the superficial principles of monarchs and ministers can understand."

"But probably that's the end of talent and talent. Maybe you can get some achievements in the future after cultivating this way deeply and exhausting your stupid efforts..."

"However, what I lack most now is this time to spend all my stupid effort."

"This is the case with a much biased "Green Bamboo Alchemy", if I were to practice the orthodox alchemy, I'm afraid it would be even more unbearable."

"As you said just now, this should be some kind of causal connection that is not mysterious, and what you think will bring you something. On the contrary, it taught me such a method. Now it is just a superficial attempt, but it is very satisfactory to me!"

"So, steward, how about this pot of soup?"

When he asked this question, Chu Weiyang looked down into the stone pot, deep in his dark and deep eyes, there was some kind of unspeakable feeling.

In response to Chu Weiyang's great emotion, it was Guanshi Ma's sneer.

"Thank you for explaining it like this."

"Otherwise, looking at this pot of rotten leaves and rotten meat, I will think you are thinking of your life in the Town Demon Cave."

"The level of the method is always secondary. Whether it suits you is the most important thing. Since you think it is suitable, it is the highest alchemy method for you."

"What's the use of asking me? You still want me, who is half rotten, to taste it for you?"

"I'm just like you now... Pixiu is like me!"

Hearing this, Chu Weiyang didn't say anything after all, he just rolled his eyes, stopped taking care of the horse and started using the broth on his own.
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In Lingqiu Mountain, among the lush trees, Liu Daoren and his party of three hurried on their way in the shape of a character.

Stepping on the slightly muddy ground in the early morning, the three of them echoed each other in a seemingly loose but actually very dense formation.

Looking at the figures of the three of them, the fragments around their waists and wrists are much less.

Probably all the harvest in the underground palace has been cashed in. Looking carefully, Liu Daoren's relaxed brows and eyes are full of smiles.

Suddenly, Taoist Liu, who was at the front, gave a sudden pause, and when he put his right hand behind his back, Taoist Zhang and Wang also stopped, standing behind Taoist Liu, and the breath of the three of them seemed to be together at once. At the same place, it seemed to be twisted into a single horse, and it was about to be wrapped in a gust of hurricane, sweeping towards the lush forest in front of it.

Before the wind came, a hearty laughter came from the overlapping shadows behind the trees.

"Good skill! So handsome skill!"

"Three fellow Taoists, I don't mean anything malicious! I am Yan Jianming, a direct disciple of the old mother of Tingchangshan Danxia. Now that we meet each other, I want to ask the three of you for directions. I wonder if it's convenient?"

　ps: When I was writing, I thought this chapter should be posted at meal time, but later I thought it would be good to post it in the middle of the night, by the way... Please vote~
　　
　
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