Chapter 118 117. A different winter (4.4K words - please subscribe)
After a while.
"Senior brother, Hyung Lun Teng, try a dollar first, not more!"
Junior sister Xiaoli, who was riding a sword, flew on the medicine cauldron to observe the situation in the cauldron.
Rustling.
Song Yan accurately cut off the dried white vine with his hand, then raised his cuffs and put it into the medicine cauldron.
Junior sister Xiaoli said: "Senior brother, it's better to weigh yourself. Every time you don't weigh me, I get very nervous."
She didn't look angry on her face, that's because the person she was talking to was Song Yan, and she would have cursed someone else.
She hates people who are not serious.
Song Yan was very confident in his sword skills, but since his junior sister asked, he still agreed.
Junior Sister Xiaoli continued to lie on the medicine cauldron to observe, and then shouted: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, Nisei Ju, prepare two coins, and then give one coin first."
Song Yan quickly took a cluster of golden dried flowers, picked off a few leaves, weighed them briefly, and then raised his hand to put them into the furnace.
Junior Sister Xiaoli observed the fire, quickly took some bottles and jars, poured them into them, and when it was over, she lifted up her sleeves and fanned the stove lid to close the medicine cauldron, and then went to grab the fan.
But her grasp was in vain. When she looked up, she saw that her senior brother had already begun to fan the air to add fuel to the fire.
When she looked over, Song Yan was smiling at her.
Junior Sister Xiaoli stared at it for a while and found that her senior brother's technique was very good, so she felt relieved. However, she did not rest, but started to circle around the medicine stove, mumbling something.
Song Yan had a very good grasp of the heat, so his air supply method was almost perfect.
As for alchemy, he also roughly understood it.
The blood of monsters is highly poisonous, and the core point of refining Jianggong Dan lies in the contradiction between "washing away evil spirits and removing poison" and "preserving the medicinal effect".
If you want there to be no toxins, that's fine, but if you want to remove the toxins from the blood of monsters, you'll need to do it again and again, and even if you mess a little bit, the effect of the blood of monsters will be gone.
You want to retain the efficacy of the medicine, but if you can't withstand the erysipelas, you will die immediately.
Therefore, using the "blood of demonic beasts" as medicine to form a balance with other spiritual flowers and spiritual herbs is the Jianggong Dan.
But even so, because each portion of the monster blood in "Jiangong Dan" is different, unless you have successful experience, taking a new Jianggong Dan is an adventure every time.
What the alchemist can do is to make the Jianggong Dan "excellent on the surface", that is, there is no color or smell, the whole is harmonious, and the color is uniform.
The current level of Nanwu Jianmen is probably that they have successfully refined the "Jiangong Dan of seven high-level monsters", but it is only high-level monsters, not Jianggong monsters.
How can a true master accept this?
Therefore, many people will take risks.
After the Jianggong Dan is refined to the point where it is "no different on the surface", many antidotes, natural materials and treasures will be prepared, and then they will be taken in seclusion, and then they will fight against the erysipelas in order to survive.
Because once you get through it, the benefits will be huge.
The hardships and pains involved are difficult to mention to outsiders.
Therefore, after Yu Xuanwei showed Song Yan the power of "King Hu" through the Cunxiang Jade, everyone was shocked beyond words. This was simply worse than when they knew that "Song Yan, the little thief, stole Grandma Hu's things and played tricks on the world." People" are even more shocked.
The Nanwu Sword Sect, the Puppet Sect, and the loose cultivators of the Three Kingdoms all know that the "King Hu" is a very powerful demon.
But the two tribes of foxes and wolves are different. They don't know what to say about a human being able to digest the "blood of the King of Demons and Tigers".
This kind of thing is too incredible.
So they didn't consider this at all at first, only saying that the "blood of the King and the Tiger" was still with the little thief.
About half an hour later.
A faint aroma wafted from the medicine stove, which made me feel dizzy and dizzy after smelling it.
Junior Sister Xiaoli hurriedly raised her sword and raised her hand to remove the furnace cover. When the smoke inside dissipated, she saw a light blue pill about the size of a pigeon egg lying at the bottom of the furnace.
Junior sister raised her hand to take the photo, looked at it, and said: "Brother, it's done.
Sure enough, you still have to use good spiritual flowers and spiritual herbs to achieve better results.
Hyalinium vine and Nisei chrysanthemum are more precious than iron larkspur and hydrangea, so with the same refining technique, iron larkspur and hydrangea won't work, but Hyalinium vine and Nisei chrysanthemum can. ”
Song Yandao: "It's a pity that iron swallow grass and hydrangea bloom only 10% every year.
However, the growth rate of the Ice Lund Vine is 10% every ten years, and it often grows in cold places.
As for the Nisei chrysanthemum, it only grows in the Land of Fire. Although it blooms once a year, it only blooms for half an hour at a time. Unless you time it carefully and stay there with your eyes open all the time, you can't get Nisei at all. chrysanthemum. ”
Junior Sister Xiaoli sighed softly.
But there's nothing we can do about it.
It is difficult to find precious medicinal materials. If it were just geographical restrictions, it would be okay. However, some medicines take many years to bloom. Even ten years is considered a short time. Hundreds of years, thousands of years, even ten thousand years in legend
After carefully placing the refined Jianggong Dan into a closed jade bottle and labeling it, Junior Sister Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief, then looked out the window, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said happily: "It's snowing! ”
Shouting, she pushed open the door, opened her hands, and ran out.
Song Yan also walked out, and then raised his head, only to see dots of white salt particles falling, hitting the silver sword robe and then quietly bouncing away.
The salt grains will also be mixed with velvet-like clumps of snow, which will roll on the white satin of the sword robe, and will drift away with the wind, drifting into distant flowerbeds, trees, and lakes.
suddenly
Snap!
Something cold fell on his left cheek.
He looked sideways and saw Junior Sister Xiaoli using magic to gather snow and then shape it into snowballs.
‘This is.’
Song Yan looked at the snow falling on his cheeks and murmured, 'Hit? Snow? battle? ’
He really never thought that after emerging from the Puppet Sect's mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and killing and deception, he would one day be able to have snowball fights, and that there would be people who would actively throw snowballs at him.
Song Yan closed his eyes slightly, and the snow falling every year flashed through his mind.
Watching the snow every year, every year, everyone is different, but there is no year when I rush into the snow and have a snowball fight.
Snap!
Another snowball hit his right cheek.
He came to his senses briefly.
Snap!
The snowball continued to hit him between the eyebrows.
Junior Sister Xiaoli laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. She was wrapped tightly in a silver sword robe. Her face was clean and pure. Although she did not have the charm of a mature and beautiful woman, she had an innocent, straightforward, youthful and lively personality. flavor.
Her petite figure was like a flower of light blooming on the dark earth. Its petals were all bright, softening the sharp outlines of the surrounding world and warming the desolation hidden in the cold wind and snow.
It seems that no matter what the scene is, as long as you throw her in, the scene will become beautiful, lovely, soft and soft, like a white cloud or a ball of cotton wool.
Her eyes were very bright and sparkling. She looked at Song Yan and said with a hearty laugh: "How silly!"
Song Yan came back to his senses completely. He raised his hands, gathered up a snowball, and said, "Wait!"
Junior Sister Xiaoli made a face, then put her hands on her hips and said, "Come on, come on, Auntie, I want to test how capable you are."
The titles of "aunt" and "your boy" made Song Yan's eyes darken.
He immediately grabbed the hardened snowball and threw it out.
Snap!
Snap!
Bang bang bang!
The two of them played a snowball fight outside the alchemy room, and they had a great time playing back and forth.
A high place not far away.
Three figures in brocade clothes are overlooking this place. These three people are very good at hiding and seem to have completely integrated into the landscape.
The old woman on the left among the three laughed first, and then said: "Xuan Wei thinks he looks a bit like Demon Song?"
The woman in the center shook her head slightly and said: "It was just a sudden thought after hearing about the White Embroidered Tiger and Uncle Guye's words as a joke.
Uncle Ku Ye thinks that his body was taken by a strong man, which is enough to prove his amazing talent. This makes me can't help but think that Demon Song seems to be his body taken by a strong man.
Uncle Kuye said that he wanted to find a female cultivator who was proficient in formations, which coincided with the goals of Gu Huangzi and Demon Tou Song. Therefore, after I returned this time, I thought of coming to see him. ”
The dead leaf swordsman on the right said: "In the Yuzhong of the Presence, Demon Tou Song came in his true form and fought against Gu Huangzi. This is enough to prove that he has not mastered the illusion of the multi-tailed fox clan."
Yu Xuanwei shook her head slightly and said: "Not necessarily, Devil Song's mind is cunning and changeable. I really don't know what kind of person he is and what his plans are.
But I know that he must really want my formation inheritance and want to use the ancient teleportation formation to leave. I met him that day, and I was prepared for him to ask for the formation inheritance. I had already thought about how to say it.
I want to tell him that my Yu family is the only one responsible for the research on the ancient teleportation array, and it is impossible to give it to him.
If I die, everything will be lost.
I want to use this to draw him to my side of the sword gate.
But he never asked a question. ”
Granny Meng said: "Xuanwei, are you going to keep an eye on the Jixiang Chamber of Commerce again this time? Old lady, I suspect that there is something weird in that chamber of commerce."
Yu Xuanwei said: "There is nothing we can do if there is something weird. The leader of the Chamber of Commerce did throw the soul gold stone. I must chase it.
Mother-in-law, if you don’t practice formations and don’t understand how powerful the backlash of space teleportation is, you would need at least a soul gold stone to withstand it.
As for the sect, the great elder and the friend of the ancestor of the Su family - Prince Luo, should be ready to break through to the later stage of Jiang Palace, right?
If they can break through safely, this sect will be much more stable. ”
Ku Ye Sword Master said: "Then, my disciple, Xuan Wei, do you still want to see it? If you want to see it, I will send him to you and you have a good chat with him?"
Yu Xuanwei smiled faintly and said: "Forget it.
It’s really hard for me to imagine that Demon Song would get close to a female cultivator like Tian Xiaojiu, and it’s even harder to believe that he would become a Taoist couple with a female cultivator like An Li who is completely untainted by the world.
People of the same kind flock together, and birds of a feather flock together. These two kids are great together. They are the future of my Jianmen. ”
After saying that, Yu Xuanwei turned around, wielded her sword, blended into the wind and snow, and walked away.
Granny Meng and the dead leaf swordsman looked at each other and followed closely.
Song Yan, who was having a snowball fight with Junior Sister Xiaoli, tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes and glanced at the direction in which the three of them were leaving, and continued to grab the snowball and throw it at Junior Sister.
That night.
Song Yan held her junior sister's hand and walked on the path.
Snow trees and silver flowers rustle in the wind.
The two of them went together and arrived at the door of Song Yan's Bamboo House first.
Song Yan looked at An Li and said: "Junior sister, tonight"
Before she finished speaking, Anli ran away like a frightened little rabbit and ran to the bamboo hut next door. Then she turned to look at Song Yan and said, "Brother, good night tonight."
After saying that, he quickly got into the bamboo house and closed the door tightly.
The moment he entered the room, Song Yan could still see the blush on her cheeks, but he didn't know whether it was because of the ice and snow or because of shyness.
He smiled.
He is not trying to play something like "Emotions need to be cultivated slowly, and junior sisters must be conquered slowly."
These are boring.
The four kinds of "Dinggong Blood", which are already extremely precious to ordinary monks, gave Song Yan terrifying perceptions. Therefore, even without letting go of his spiritual consciousness, he could vaguely sense that there was someone on the cliff in the distance, and he could roughly hear the sound. to their conversation.
The argument that "people of the same kind flock together, animals are divided into groups" once again supports his view.
Junior Sister Enli is indeed a good hiding place, and a place where he can take a breather in the strange and dangerous situation.
The rest, he didn't care that much.
After all, Junior Sister Anli really doesn't have that kind of charming femininity. In this regard, even "the two beautiful concubines of Master Li's family" cannot compare.
Song Yan returned to the house and extinguished the lights, but did not fall asleep immediately because he was still thinking about what Yu Xuanwei had just said.
"Come back this time", "Auspicious Chamber of Commerce", "Soul Gold Stone" and other words reminded him of many things at once.
After thinking about it for a while, he realized that maybe some old fox had taken action against him.
The hand was released, but it was like dancing in front of a blind man, completely useless.
He has his own rhythm and will not be led by anyone.
His rhythm is to keep a low profile, become stronger, and then seize the opportunity to turn the tables.
The simplest ideas, in the most complex situations, appear to be the most unfathomable.
But
‘If the two fox and wolf tribes can’t find me despite repeated attempts, what will happen if they go north to look for me this time but still can’t find me? ’ Song Yan fell into thinking.
Soon, he murmured in his heart: 'If it were me, since I couldn't find it, I wouldn't look for it. I tightened my pocket and waited quietly for the arrival of the strong men from Zifu. Then I would catch the turtle in the jar. ’
‘To catch a turtle in an urn, we must completely destroy the ancient teleportation array. Since they have all thrown out the soul gold stone bait, there is no reason why they don't know the location of the ancient teleportation array. ’
'But for any force, the ancient teleportation array is not a cheap thing. It means a new world, the entrance to a new map, and also means unknowns and opportunities. ’
‘So, I will not destroy the ancient teleportation array.
But in order to catch the turtle in the urn, I will kill the people here who can build the ancient teleportation array. ’
‘Yu Xuanwei. ’
‘At that time, there will really be no way out.
Not taking a retreat and having no retreat are two different things. ’
Song Yan snorted coldly, stood up immediately, went out, came to the lake, and grabbed a bodyless phantom crow in the darkness. After sensing that there was no one around, he raised his arm slightly and sent the bodyless phantom crow into the wind.
The bodyless phantom crow flew and flew, landing quietly on a lake reef outside Luoxia Bamboo Island, blending into the night. It was not until early in the morning that I saw a figure wrapped in a face-covering cloak and wielding a sword coming from a distance. Flap your wings and fly.
The figure was stunned for a moment when he saw the bodyless phantom crow, and then slightly pulled back the mask to reveal Yu Xuanwei's face.
"Senior?"
The bodyless phantom crow said in a hoarse voice: "Little girl, the fox wolf wants to kill you.
If you don't want to die, stop building the ancient teleportation formation, hide in the formation on Luoxia Bamboo Island, and continue to have people disguise you.
In fact, your poor disguise skills have long been seen through!
But it's true and false, when the fake you is still on Luoxia Bamboo Island, others will subconsciously think that the real you is not here. ”
Yu Xuanwei's delicate body trembled, and she was astonished beyond words. Seeing the bodyless phantom crow about to fly away, she hurriedly asked: "Senior, does he have a soul gold stone?"
The wings of the bodyless phantom crow fluttered slightly, revealing a small piece of light gold stone the size of a bean, and asked: "This?"
Yu Xuanwei said happily: "You have it!"
The bodyless phantom crow was confirmed, no more words, spread its wings and flew far away, blending into the darkness.
Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment, but did not chase after him. Instead, she began to study Song Yan's words carefully. The more she thought about it, the more outrageous she felt. She felt that Demon Song was so terrifying.
In fact, Song Yan himself didn't know whether Fox Wolf had started "preparing to kill Yu Xuanwei", but he knew that if it were him, he would do it. Since he knew how to do it, he had to seal the hole in advance.
As for the formation inheritance
You won't get it if you just ask for it.
There is ample time.
(End of chapter)