Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 111
"Uh...how do you say that?"

The monkey-faced man suppressed his guilty conscience with astonishment. He knew that he was not authentic, but he couldn't lose his momentum. Since I sensed that you were on the top of the mountain to light fire and forge your body at noon, I haven't sat down, and now this heart has only landed, how can you be unauthentic?"

Chen Mou laughed and said: "Brother, you know that I'm going to advance through the barrier, and it's a matter of course. I didn't even prepare a celebration banquet. I should at least put a jar of wine in the Qinghou tribe. It's so deserted , can you justify it?"

He was in a happy mood, full of bullshit and bragging.

But he didn't pay attention to the abnormality in the monkey-faced man's words.

Otherwise, with his usual shrewdness, it would be strange if Lao Yuan explained so many things and lost the tacit joke between the two of them, so it didn't arouse his suspicion.

"Haha, I'm happy today, my brother invites you, and I won't let you spend half your money."

Yuan Hou almost wiped off his cold sweat, regained his usual composure, stretched out his hand to grab a jar of wine, wiped off the mud seal, and grabbed another black jar. After a while, a plate of soaked green apricots exuding a strange fragrance was placed on the stone table and two bowls of wine.

"It's a rare delicacy, try it."

Yuan Hou put a green apricot into his mouth and chewed slowly, half-closed his eyes, seeming to enjoy it.

Chen Mou was so curious that he also pinched a green apricot and put it in his mouth, almost so sour that he spit it out in one gulp. This thing is not the pickle from the previous life, or the expired old altar pickle that has been put away for many years.

Too sour and down on the teeth.

He now seriously doubts Lao Yuan's taste, and is still stuck in the antique era more than 3000 years ago.

"Don't spit, taste slowly."

Yuan Hou stopped with a smile, he couldn't waste his thought.

Chen Mou held back his sour mouth, and had to use his cultivation base that had just advanced to Foundation Establishment to resist. He felt his whole head was sour.

After persisting for a while, he swallowed the sour apricot he just took a bite of, without vomiting out the core.

After the sourness reached the extreme, a sweet and delicate fragrance emerged from the root of the tongue, and the whole person was a little elated.

Time passed in a trance, and when I woke up, the sky was full of stars.

"Wake up, what's the matter, isn't the taste sour enough? This is a pot of spirit apricots I soaked in the ancient method, and I added a lot of compatible medicinal materials in it. If it is stored for decades, the taste... will be strong enough. "

Yuan Hou smiled and said, he ate all the remaining sour apricots on the plate.

The weak are not to be remedied, and a little Taoist is enough to taste one.

Chen Mou felt the energy slowly growing in his body, and it was great to follow the masters, eat and drink casually, and grow his cultivation base.

But most people really can't stand it, they will die of acid.

He picked up the wine bowl, bowed to the opposite side, and then took a sip, and then asked for advice: "Brother, is the fire pattern on my forehead the result of practicing the 'Liu Li Wugou Body Training Art'?"

It was not as easy as he said on the surface to break through and build a foundation this time.

Life and death are at stake, and only he himself knows the dangerous situation after setting himself on fire and lighting up the sea of ​​air. Looking back now, it is all a cold sweat and a fluke.

When he was awake, he couldn't move the whole body. Yubi flew away from his hand, and he was in the colorful fire mist swirling like a millstone. He felt that his soul was about to be ignited by the blazing invisible flame.

He also didn't know why the "Heart Tribulation" recorded in the classics was caused by just forging the body and building the foundation.

At the critical moment, he couldn't sit still and wait for death. He had a flash of inspiration, and he used the dead horse as a living horse doctor, and silently recited the "Qing Jing Sutra" in his heart.

Fortunately, in the midst of such pain and chaos, I entered a rare "pure state".

So it's good to know more, and I don't know when it will be used.

He ignored everything and couldn't even feel the pain. He immersed himself in it and kept chanting scriptures, which instead made him survive the pain of training the spirit of the colorful fire mist.

When chanting scriptures enters the state, it can increase blessings, eliminate disasters, relieve disasters, and help the Tao.

If he has God's help, he will complete the four aspects of foundation building in the Taoist realm one by one, including the state of mind, cultivation, body, and soul.

Miraculously, there was no damage to the whole body. He woke up at that time and fumbled a few times in disbelief to make sure that no important parts were lost.

"It doesn't have much to do with the 'Tempering of the Body'. The fire pattern on your forehead, if I'm not mistaken, is the 'Natal Fire Pattern' bestowed by you after you have endured the approval of the Eight Gates Lifting Fire Formation and colorful fire mist forging your soul. God, you can restrain the fire pattern into nothingness, and your absorption and casting of fire elements will reach a big level in the future, congratulations."

Yuan Hou helped to solve the confusion, he concealed some things and didn't say much.

With perfect foundation building and condensed natal fire patterns, the little Taoist priest is indeed the candidate chosen by old man Qingtong. He has two brushes, so he was just worrying about it.

The wine bowls touched again, and the two took a sip each.

Chen Mou touched his forehead without any strange flying and moving fire patterns, he laughed and said: "The pain is not in vain, I will try the fire method."

Full of vitality, he stood up eager to try, ready to return to the top of the mountain.

"Don't rush away, I'll give you a gift, lest your kid complain that I'm stingy, I'll treat you to a green apricot."

Yuan Hou smiled and stretched out his hands to grab it. From nowhere, he took out a dark red five-legged fire tripod about six feet high, with simple raised patterns, a wide belly and a round belly. Send, "After you build the foundation, you can use the fire cauldron to assist in the forging of magic weapons. I asked the Qinghou tribe to buy it outside in advance. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied, haha, thank you."

Chen Mou grinned, Lao Yuan was very kind, this gift was delivered to his heart.

Holding the heavy fire cauldron weighing a thousand catties with both hands, even if he has advanced to the foundation building level, he can't use his spiritual sense to send such a big guy to the cave halfway up the mountain through jade, it is too heavy, and he cannot handle it .

He carried the cauldron back to the courtyard on the island, put it in a side room, and then ran back to drink and talk with Lao Yuan.

There are alchemy furnaces and forging tripods for sale in Danyang Fang. Even the lowest-level magic weapon, the tripod, starts at [-] spirit stones.

The fire tripod that Yuan Hou gave him was of extraordinary quality, and according to his estimation, it cost upwards of thirty thousand.

"I still have a few volumes of smelting materials, forging magic tools and magic treasures in my collection. If you think it is useful, just take it. Forging tools is also a practice. After the foundation is established, the time is enough, and the practice and the art can go hand in hand and complement each other. .”

Yuan Hou took out two jade slips, one white and one black.

Chen Mou took the jade slips, and Lao Yuan gave them a complete set as a gift. He laughed so hard from ear to ear, and thanked him repeatedly.

When he encounters difficulties in smelting materials and forging magic weapons, he can also ask Lao Yuan who claims to know a little about everything, and then said with a smile: "Old Yuan, can you ask the Qinghou tribe to help me use monkey wine for me?" Some practice materials?"

"You can talk to Mr. Shishan about such small things, my old man is very busy every day."

Yuan Hou was busy drinking and waved his hands.

More than 3000 years have passed, how can he understand the current material market.

Simply push it to the old monkey of the Qinghou tribe and let Chen Mou deal directly. The two sides can gradually establish a cooperative relationship through bargaining and doing business, and friendship will be formed. He is thinking for the Qinghou tribe.

Chen Mou also had this intention. He was too weak in cultivation and lack of energy before, and he hadn't walked out of the graveyard yet.

When he has stabilized his foundation, he will also go out and use the language he has learned to deal with the various monkey tribes in the three hundred li territory, so he can no longer bother Yuan Hou with trivial matters.

If the monster monkey tribe lacked anything, he might be able to get it from Danyang Fang.

Rare things are more expensive, and the business of reselling on both sides makes money.

There is also that monster whose roar is so shocking that it has not roared for a long time, so I have to experience it.

"Success, please introduce me later, let's go first, I will go to sacrifice the fire cauldron."

Chen Mou couldn't sit still anymore, so he confessed and ran to the yard.

While drinking, Yuan Hou murmured: "It's very lucky, he actually condensed the 'Natal Fire Pattern', how did he get over it? It's amazing, it's amazing."

He couldn't understand it, so he didn't try to explain it.

With a sip, it was hearty.

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(End of this chapter)