Chapter 322 Opportunity
“Raising Sword Pill? How difficult is it!”
Ning Wantang’s face turned from gloomy to clear, and she shouted: “As long as you help me take care of Dumb, Just a few sword-raising pills for me I will definitely help you make it!"
Liang Yan originally wanted to ask the Valley Master of the Evil Doctor Valley to help him make alchemy, but just now he saw that this little girl's alchemy skills had also entered the room, so he decided against it. On her body.
It’s just that he didn’t expect Ning Wantang to agree so easily. Seeing the happy look on her face, Liang Yan couldn’t help but secretly thought: “It seems that this little girl who is not very experienced in the world is quite interested in that wooden person. The Dumb brotherhood is deeply rooted.”
Liang Yan himself was originally a young man under the age of twenty, but his experiences in the past ten years were too bizarre and bumpy, and some young people matured precociously. He looked at Ning Wantang in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a trace of curiosity about that dumb guy, and asked:
"Miss Ning, where is this dumb guy from? From what he looks like, I don't know. Are they like people from the Evil Doctor Valley?”
After hearing this, Ning Wantang sighed softly and said, “My grandfather rescued Ah-Dai from the Tomb of the Dead. It’s a long story. ”
She raised her head and saw Liang Yanzheng looking very interested, so she started chatting and continued:
"That day when my grandfather and I returned from an outing, we happened to bump into the tomb of the dead. The disciples escorted a group of low-level monks back to the mountain. My grandfather hated the Tomb of the Dead, so he immediately dispatched these disciples and released all the captured monks."
"Although these Qi Refining monks are all casual cultivators, most of them have their own caves. After thanking my grandfather, they dispersed one after another. Only Ah-Dai was the only one. He was stupid and didn't know who he was. Where he came from and where he was going. His body was scarred and bleeding. I really couldn't bear it, so I begged my grandfather to take him back to the valley."
Liang Yan was slightly surprised when he heard this. Wen Tao of the Dead Man's Tomb arrested low-level Qi Refining monks to use them as blood for the tomb owner. He also knew about the food issue, but he didn't expect that the owner of the Evil Doctor Valley would intervene.
“It seems that although the Evil Doctor Valley and the Tomb of the Dead are demarcated and governed on Changning Mountain, they are not as peaceful as the outside world thinks.”
Thinking of this, he suddenly became worried. When the matter about the dead man's tomb came up, he couldn't help but ask Ning Wantang: "Miss Ning, I can't hide it from you. In fact, I don’t have a good deal with the Tomb of the Dead, and I even caused some troubles in its sect before. Will it implicate the Evil Doctor Valley?”
His words were just to test Ning Wan. What Tang meant, Ning Wantang waved his hand and said rather disdainfully:
"You don't have to worry at all. Even if the Tomb of the Dead knew that you were here, he would never dare to reach out. Seriously speaking, if our two factions hadn't had an agreement before, how would my grandfather have tolerated such a mess like the Tomb of the Dead? The sect is a neighbor? He has already knocked down his mountain gate!"
Liang Yan's eyelids jumped when he heard this, thinking that this little girl has such a big tone.
But that’s okay, now that I have lost all my spiritual power and have no magical powers left, if the Valley of Evil Doctors is really not afraid of the tombs of the dead, then I will be much safer hiding here.
Thinking of this, he was in a good mood. He stood up, bowed his hands to Ning Wantang, took over all the matters of taking care of Ah-Dai, and left.
I helped Ning Wantang refine the elixir for almost half a day. By the time Liang Yan returned to his guest room according to the original route, it was already nightfall. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a young man in black clothes leaning blankly against the door, staring down at his palms with a thoughtful expression.
"Dai, what are you thinking about?" Liang Yan looked at his dull expression and said in amusement.
Ah-Dai seemed to hear his call, and raised his head with a blank look on his face, and looked at Liang Yan, but his eyes were muddy and there was no trace of self-awareness at all.
Liang Yan didn't expect him to answer at first, but when he thought that his batch of sword-raising pills could land on this person, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and he even liked Dumb a lot. He went back to his bed in the west and sat cross-legged. He took out the prototype of the relic in his arms, put it gently into his storage bag, and placed it next to the "Six Objects of Creation and Death Lamp". In one place.
I saw the flame on the "six dust birth and death lamp" immediately swaying, as if I had discovered an enemy I hadn't seen for a long time, and I became slightly excited. The black evil fire in the prototype of the relic flickered, and a trace of black energy could be seen faintly escaping, and was burned out by the lights next to it.
"There's something going on!"
Liang Yan secretly observed for a while and felt that what the ape Jiuling said was true. This Buddhist magic weapon did have the power to expel evil fire, but the effect was not very strong. It may take some time for the prototype relics to be completely purified.
Although he was curious and wanted to carefully observe the reaction of the "Six Objects of Life and Death Lamp", but now that he had lost all his spiritual power, he could not take out this Buddhist magic weapon and could only tie the mouth of the bag. , just leave it alone around your waist.
"I just hope that the ape Jiuling will keep his word. If I help him get rid of the evil fire on the prototype of the relic, he can also ask the Valley Master to heal me and help me regain my magical powers."
Liang Yan sighed softly in his heart, stopped thinking about it, and instead sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate, silently activating the secrets of Hunhun Gong.
He still had some illusions, hoping to recover his spiritual power through his own skills, but no matter how hard he tried, his dantian was always empty, not even a trace of spiritual power was produced. As time passed, even Liang Yan himself felt a little depressed.
Although his cultivation has reached the stage of foundation building, he has lost all his spiritual power at this moment. He cannot restore his energy through meditation and recuperation. Over time, he has also developed a lot of fatigue, so he just leans on the head of the bed and sleeps. Went to sleep.
The next morning, the "bamboo butterfly" came again to report the news and lead the way, but the old ape was no longer here to keep an eye on us.
Liang Yan got up and went out, followed Zhudie to the alchemy room to help Ning Wantang refine the elixir, and fell asleep when he came back at night. Just like this, day and night alternated, and five or six days passed in a blink of an eye. The days were peaceful and comfortable.
That night, Liang Yan came back from Ning Wantang's alchemy room. He was leaning on his bed and was dazed. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and he remembered his "Tao Sword Sutra"!
"Tao Sword Sutra" is an extremely superior technique. Although I have the formula in my hand, I have practiced it many times before, but I have never been able to fully understand it. In Liang Yan's opinion, the method of spiritual power movement recorded above is simply unimaginable and impossible.
“In the final analysis, the Taoist Sword Art still belongs to the Taoist Sword Art. Although sword cultivators belong to the same lineage, anyone regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism or Demon can practice it. But there must be a distinction. Because of the Tianji Pearl, I was in the body before. Will the spiritual power of both Buddhism and Confucianism affect the practice of Tao Sword Sutra? "
"My current spiritual power cannot be restored, which may not be an opportunity to help me understand the Tao Sword Sutra? If I can develop a bit of Taoist spiritual power, I don’t have to rely on others, but can rely on my own efforts to slowly recover my magical powers."
When I thought of this, Liang Yan was as excited as if he had discovered a new world. His sleepiness immediately disappeared. He sat cross-legged on the bed and muttered something. He couldn't wait to start practicing the "Tao Sword Sutra" again.
(End of this chapter)