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Shaohua Mountain, Jingyue Peak.

The cold moon shines on the people, and the stream swells.

Flowing water flows into a crescent lake, splashing crystal water like star dust under the night sky. A beautiful octagonal pavilion is suspended on the lake, with a light veiled curtain, and the breeze is slowly blowing.

At this time, there was a table with sandalwood tea in the pavilion, and two people sat facing each other.

One of them was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, with a face in Chinese characters, sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, an extraordinary face, not anger or prestige. This person is the only Yuan Ying ancestor in Shaohua Mountain, Uncle Dongyang.

Sitting across from him was a simple and elegant woman, like a fairy from the sky, not stained with dust and incompatible with this filthy world. With a veil on her face, she lowered her head slightly, making tea with her bare hands, staring down at the stars, staring at the faint water waves in the tea cup, revealing emptiness and loneliness.

Uncle Dongyang raised his hands and pressed it against the table, leaning forward slightly, his eyes piercing and staring at the opposite woman, with a low voice, "Miss Chenyan, you failed to break through last time, and there is no retreat. There is not much time left, you It's time to make a decision."

The tea in Chenyan's hand trembled slightly, and a heartbreaking hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Uncle Dongyang turned a blind eye, his tone and expression contained a hint of oppression. Although it seemed like a persuasive temptation, "This secret method does come from a magic door, but the method has no righteousness or evil, and it depends on the person who uses it. Moreover, this secret method has been used before. The verification is indeed effective. If the morning smoke girl is worried about her reputation, I assure you that I will handle the follow-up personally. It is absolutely clean and will not let the morning smoke girl be bothered at all."

For a long time.

Chenyan closed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Okay."

...

Sink hole.

Qin Sang's cave house suddenly heard a roar of extreme pain, it seemed that there was a vicious monster inside, and no one knew that this sound was made by Qin Sang.

At this moment, he hugged his stomach with both hands tightly, his body had already rolled off the futon, his whole person curled up into dried shrimps, rolling back and forth on the ground, the facial features on his face were extremely distorted, obviously he was in the pain that ordinary people could not bear. In the middle, his complexion was pale without a trace of blood. The sweat on his body not only soaked the clothes, but also a large area of ​​the ground.

The reason for this result was the Jidan he had just taken.

The cultivation speed was as slow as a snail, and all Qin Sang's patience was completely worn out. He ruthlessly decided to take a Jidan and try it first. Anyway, he had three in his hand. Save more than ten years or even decades of cultivation time.

Of course, taking Zhuji Dan can’t be taken lightly. It took him a few days to adjust his state and mood to the peak, and then he put some healing pills and other things on his hand, making complete preparations and remembering carefully. After a lot of Master Wen's teaching, he was cautiously convinced Zhu Jidan.

Uncle Wen reminded him that the power of building a foundation pill will cause some pain to the user, but Qin Sang never expected that the pain would be so violent, and Yijin was nothing more than that!

It was okay when Zhu Ji Dan first entered the abdomen. The feeling was not so obvious. Later, after the efficacy of the medicine completely broke out, his Dan Tian suddenly seemed to be squeezed severely. Mukuro, as if there are countless small bugs gnawing his flesh.

Under the impact of waves of severe pain, Qin Sang had the illusion that his body no longer belonged to him. After some time, the pain gradually subsided. Qin Sang tremblingly crawled to the corner of the cave and touched it. The jade bottle kicked off by him filled his stomach with healing pills, which made it feel more comfortable.

His body was sticky, exuding a pungent smell, as if it was rolled on a layer of mud, Qin Sang condensed a stream of water to wash away the stains on his body, and returned to sit up on the futon.

When the realm breaks through to the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Period, Yi Jin Cuts the marrow will also improve some qualifications, and there is still a part of the medicinal power remaining in the body. In.

If Zhu Jidan can't even do these things, it will live up to its huge reputation.

What Qin Sang was worried about was that when he took this Ji-Zhu Pill, he didn't even see the threshold of Ji-Zhu, let alone break through. It seems that even if you take one more cruelly, there will be no better results.

"Oh!"

A faint long sigh came from the quiet cave. Qin Sang cleaned up the messy cave, calmed up the various thoughts in his heart, entered the concentration and operated the exercises, and seized the time to digest the medicinal power accumulated in the body to avoid wasting.

One month later.

Qin Sang returned to Shaohua Mountain and found Master Wen.

"Are you taking Zhujidan?"

Uncle Wen saw the change in Qin Sang's cultivation at a glance, and frowned slightly.

Qin Sang nodded with a wry smile, his expression blank.

"You are so anxious. I really thought that a spiritual fruit would make your aptitude upside down and protect you from your life? I thought you would be calmer than solemn, and I didn't expect it to be so unsteady. What plans do you have in the future? Otherwise, come back from the sinkhole, just take over the chores in solemn hands, and be my right and left hand~www.readwn.com~ In Master Wen’s view, after wasting the only foundation stone, Qin Sang has no more foundation. Possibly, it is a good helper to be able to settle down in the sect and do things in the sect, knowing and interesting.

Qin Sang secretly said that these two spiritual stones were really not in vain, but he hadn't given up on his path of cultivation, and asked: "Master Wen, the disciple has always been wondering why Jidan is so tight, even we are right. The sect can’t guarantee that the disciples under the sect are one by one. Could it be that the elixir for building Jidan is so scarce that the major sects have not cultivated it?"

In fact, not only did he build the Jidan, but after leaving Shaohua Mountain last time, Qin Sang went to the nearby major Xiuxianfang City for a stroll. He hadn't been able to cultivate before, and his net worth was meager.

Now, after careful understanding, I discovered that high-quality elixir is rarely sold in the market.

The quality of the best healing pills is slightly better than those of Sun De.

The pill that is effective for the cultivation base of more than ten layers in the refining period is rare, and the price is very expensive, and it is basically only available at auctions.

It is said that Taiyi Danzong's attainments in the alchemy Dao are the top eight elixir Dao, but firstly, there are very few pills that are shed, and secondly, even if there is, it is priceless and it is not his turn.

This is one of the reasons why Qin Sang decided to take a gamble.

Master Wen saw through Qin Sang's intentions at a glance, "Do you want to refine the Jidan by yourself? Not to mention how difficult it is to learn alchemy. You can't even find the main medicine for Jidan based on the realm of your Qi refining period. Not only building the base pill, but the pagoda peak has a lot of ancient elixir prescriptions, all of which are dusted with orbs and no one can refine them. The reason is that there is a lack of elixir for refining pill, and it is difficult for clever women to cook without rice."

After listening to Master Wen's words, Qin Sang understood the whole story.

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