Yuan Ming touched his nose and smiled bitterly in his heart.
Just the day before, he was still fighting against fate in order to survive in the dangerous environment of Shiwanda Mountain, to break away from his identity as a furry beast slave and join the Biluo Cave, and even fell into a desperate situation, but he couldn't.
Unexpectedly, just one day later, he would directly enter the sect in this way.
After sitting cross-legged, he took out the "Qingxin Pill" given to him by the Master of the Third Cave, opened the cork, and poured out a pill that was bright red in color and exuded a light fragrance.
After looking at it for a while, he raised his head and drank the pill.
Suddenly, a warm current began to rise from the abdomen, gradually rising towards the heart.
Yuan Ming felt his heart beating suddenly faster, as if it was about to burst out of his chest at the next moment, and his breathing became a little short.
Before he could do anything, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable hiccup. He quickly opened the door, rushed to the stone wall outside, leaned over and vomited.
After spitting out a ball of smelly and dirty black mucus, the overwhelming feeling gradually disappeared and the heartbeat returned to normal.
After Yuan Ming felt relieved for a while, he felt that the spiritual platform was clear and clear, and the depression in his heart seemed to be swept away, and his whole person felt refreshed.
"According to what the Third Cave Master said, the elixir needs to be taken for three consecutive days to completely eliminate the toxicity of the Rotting Heart Pill. This feeling of clearing the mind and refreshing the mind is not a sign of the complete elimination of toxicity, but the original effect of the Qingxin Pill." Yuan Mingxin
In thinking so.
After he returned, he felt the changes in himself and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Yuan Ming suddenly relaxed and felt no sleepiness for a while.
He knew in his heart that this Biluo Cave was not his home after all. The Central Plains hidden deep in his memory was his destination. No matter what, he had to find a way to go back and find out who he really was?
It's just that after he entered the world of immortality and experienced a series of things, he realized that he was too insignificant and his strength was low. The person who put him in such a bad situation didn't know who he was, and he went back rashly. Once it happened,
I'm afraid that even self-protection may not be possible.
And now that I have just officially entered Biluo Cave, there are still many things worth exploring on my own.
"At least you have to wait until your cultivation is advanced and you have some ability to protect yourself before you can leave. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cross the thousand-mile journey." Yuan Ming thought to himself.
Having said that, he already had a rough plan in mind for returning to the Central Plains.
After thinking for a moment, Yuan Ming collected his thoughts, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to continue practicing the "Nine Yuan Jue".
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"Dong dong"
The next morning, Yuan Ming, who was immersed in cultivation, was awakened by a dull knock on the door.
He opened his eyes, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
Such a state of meditating calmly, forgetting both things and myself, is rarely found in the dangerous Shiwan Mountains.
Yuan Ming stood up and opened the door, and saw a young man in brown clothes standing outside the room. He had ordinary eyebrows and slightly thick lips. At first glance, he seemed to be an honest and loyal person.
"Hello, Immortal, I am the servant in charge of this place. I am responsible for the daily life and cleaning here." The young man lowered his head, holding a pile of clothes in his hands, and said.
On top of the clothes, there is a palm-sized white waist tag with the words "Bi Luo Cave" written in southern Xinjiang characters.
After Yuan Ming picked it up, he found that there was a column of vertical text on the other side that said "Registered Disciple".
"What's your name?" Yuan Ming asked.
"Sowing soil." The boy replied.
"Just give me the clothes. From now on, I will clean this place once every three days. You don't have to come every day. Don't touch any furnishings in the house." Yuan Ming nodded and warned.
"Yes, Immortal." Botu replied.
Yuan Ming took the clothes from his hand and turned around to go back. When he saw the young man still standing outside the door, he frowned and said:
"You can go back."
"Shangxian, please change your clothes in a moment, and I will take you to the fire house." Botu said.
Yuan Ming remembered that Chen Wan had said last night that he should go to Huofang in the morning, so he nodded and said: "I know."
He closed the door, spread out the clothes in his arms, and found two sets of blue shorts for change, with the words "Huoliantang" embroidered on the chest.
After changing his clothes, he hesitated for a moment, then wrapped the white ape skin around his waist as before, hung a named disciple badge on the left side, and a herring sword on the right side, and then went out.
Under Botu's guidance, Yuan Ming left the courtyard where the registered disciples lived, and headed towards the back mountain. After walking for about a while, he saw a building surrounded by red walls.
When he came to the main entrance, Yuan Ming saw a stone erected next to the door, which read, "The Fire House is an important place, no idlers are allowed to enter."
After he sent Sotu away, he walked towards the fire house alone.
As soon as he stepped onto the third floor and before entering the door, Yuan Ming felt a wave of heat rushing towards him, and the air was mixed with a complex smell of sulfur and saltpeter.
He wrinkled his nose and stepped in.
After passing through the gate and entering the yard, various jingling sounds could be heard.
Yuan Ming had already thought of the scene in the fire house, but he couldn't see anything because he was separated by a front hall.
At this time, the front hall was empty, so Yuan Ming walked through by himself.
The moment he walked out of the front hall, Yuan Ming was stunned.
In an extremely spacious yard at the back, there are independent open-door huts built one after another, which look like workshops and sheds. There are fifty or sixty of them lined up in rows.
At this moment, most of the huts have a fire pit with a roaring fire inside.
Busy figures were walking around the hut, some were smelting metal, some were adding refining materials, and some were bare-chested, beating the iron embryo on the anvil with a hammer, making a clanging sound.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Yuan Ming glanced over and saw that most of them were rough men with big muscles and round waists. There were few women like Chen Wan. Occasionally he saw a few, and they were all busy. They were holding a hammer that was a few sizes too small, and were on the stone platform.
The raw materials for refining are knocked on the top.
They smashed palm-sized pieces of raw stone material into pieces, ground them with stone mills, and then sifted them through sieves from coarse to fine over and over again.
On one side is rough beating, on the other side is fine screening, combined with the tinkling sound of banging and the constant sputtering of sparks, they merge into a unique picture.
Everyone in the scroll was immersed in the work at hand, and no one noticed Yuan Ming's arrival.
Yuan Ming looked at this scene. Although it was somewhat different from the scene he imagined, he felt a good impression for no reason.
At this time, a man with a square face, also wearing shorts and a red headband on his forehead, finally saw Yuan Ming, walked through the rows of forging houses, and walked towards Yuan Ming.
He had a strong body, with taut muscles all over his body, outlining powerful lines. There was a meticulous and serious look on his square cheeks with a short beard, and he walked up to Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming glanced at the green waistband hanging around his waist. The style was the same as Chen Wan's, and seemed to be unique to inner disciples.
"I've met Senior Brother Fangge." Yuan Ming said, cupping his fists.
Last night, Chen Wan had already told him that it was Senior Brother Fangge who was responsible for managing the forging of the Huolian Hall and teaching the registered disciples the basics of weapon refining.
Senior Brother Fangge is not named Fang. He is from southern Xinjiang, and his name is Fangge.
"You are the new registered disciple, your name is... Yuan Ming, right?" Fang Ge looked Yuan Ming up and down and asked.
His voice is thick, which fits his overall image very well.
"Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance." Yuan Ming nodded, cupping his fists.
Fang Ge secretly nodded, seeing that although Yuan Ming's figure was not strong, his frame looked strong and he behaved quite politely, he felt a little good in his heart.
But there was still no smile on his face, and he said:
"You're late. The rules of our fire house are to light the fire at three quarters past three o'clock and continue until three quarters past noon. After that, you have free time. You can continue to cast or practice on your own if you want. This is the first time I'm thinking of you.
, I won’t care about it, and I won’t do it again in the future.”
"Senior brother said yes, I will remember it." Yuan Ming replied.
"Although our Huolian Hall is not the largest in scale or has the largest number of people, its status within the sect is second only to the Beast Taming Hall. Many of their spirit beast mounts either need to wear saddles or halters, and some
It needs to be imprisoned by chains, and it cannot be done without the help of our Huoliantang." Fangge continued, his words full of pride.
Yuan Ming knew that Biluo Cave established a sect based on the control of beasts, and no matter which disciple it was, almost all of them were proud to have spirit beasts with them, but not everyone had the ability to raise and train spirit beasts.
The main responsibility of the disciples of the Beast Taming Hall is to breed, breed, capture, train and domesticate spiritual beasts in large quantities.
"In addition to these, we also need to refine weapons, hidden weapons and even magical weapons. The first two are ordinary registered disciples, and they can be completed as long as they have the standard drawings. As for the magical weapons... they are too far away from you, so you don't need to know about them for the time being."
Fangge continued.
Yuan Ming had already learned about the magical weapon from Zhao Tong, and knew that it could only be refined by weapon refiners who were at least at the Foundation Establishment stage.
"Let's go, take you to the fire pit and try your hand."
With that said, Fangge took Yuan Ming to an empty casting hut.
After walking inside, Yuan Ming saw the entire structure clearly. There was a fire pit built against the wall on the left, which was closed from top to bottom, left and right, and only fire channels and flues were left in the front and back to ensure that the firepower would not be lost.
There is a forged anvil next to the firepit, and some ores and metal powders are stacked on the upper shelf next to it, while some wood and charcoal are stacked on the lower shelf.
"The wood is used to make a fire and light the charcoal. After the temperature rises, the ore can be smelted. These metal powders are already selected and refined materials. There are many types. You will recognize them later." Fangge said.
Yuan Ming glanced over and found that he recognized many of them. One of the reasons was that there were many that he had sold to Zhao Tong before.
"You don't need to worry about anything else today, just practice the most basic work, forging." Fang Ge picked up the huge hammer on the anvil forging table, threw it lightly, and threw it to Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming caught it immediately. Although he was on guard, his arm was still pulled and sank.