Two World Mountains.

As the lightning rays circled, Liu Yuanzheng's figure appeared, wearing a blue Taoist robe, and his thin figure fell in front of several caves belonging to the Five Thunder Immortal Sect.

When the boy came back, it was already misty drizzling in the sky.

On the lush grass in front of the cave, the boy stood with his hands behind his back. Looking from a distance, the rising smoke connected the sky and the earth into a color.

I stretched out my hand and drizzled down my palms, which was almost impossible to detect gently, and finally my fingertips were slightly wet.

The breeze blows by, and even the boy's clothes are hard to drive.

It was never cold, but the wind slowly brought soft warmth, and the spirit that taught people was wandering in a silent comfort. They just wanted to drink a pot of sake and slept soundly for half a day. Then they should be as free as a fairy.

The rain fell, sprinkled on the lush grass, sprinkled on the rugged rocks in the distance, and sprinkled on the Shura field where people were gradually extinguishing. Even the killing in the past was much less, and the bright red tone that the two realms should have had was also fading away.

Even the air smells much better.

Gently twisting his fingertips and rubbing the stained water vapor, Liu Yuan slowly pulled his hand back into his sleeve.

"What a pity."

He chanted this sentence softly, looked at the mist in the sky, and was stunned.

A spring rain means another winter has passed.

He was extremely tired of the cold winter, and the cold weather always reminded him of one helpless and miserable day and night after losing his parents when he was young. But for the first time in his life, Liu Yuanzheng hoped that this winter would pass later.

Standing in the hazy drizzle, only the figure of Senior Sister Qixuan in his mind. In a trance, the senior sister Qingwan's advice seemed to echo in his ears before he left.

She instructed herself to bring some good skin when she goes back so that she can make a cloak for herself. If she returns early, she might be able to wear it this winter.

But this is not careful, it is the next season.

It was clear that it was not long after the separation, but Liu Yuanzheng had already begun to miss the person who had met his life.

"What a pity."

After reading this again, Liu Yuanzheng turned around and slowly walked into one of the caves.

The cave is located deep in the mountains and rocks. Walking through the long corridor, the sight of the light is bright.

In the wide cave, the practitioners of the Five Thunder Immortal Sect were whispering something. The noisy sound fell into the boy's ears, but it seemed a different silence.

In the corner, the old Taoist Xuanhai and the Taoist Huarong got together. A magic flame ignited in front of them. As Liu Yuan was walking in, a strange fragrance suddenly came to his nose.

Seeing the figure of the boy, the two of them were both making monster meat in their hands.

Liu Yuan was walking closer, but there was no greeting. He just turned his hand and placed the body of the cloud leopard on the ground. Then he imitated the two of them to sit cross-legged, without singing, and spoke directly.

"The two seniors have lived in the Two Realms Mountain for a long time, and many of the methods are not learned by their disciples in the mountain gate. Just like this immortal spiritual dish, if it is prepared, it is no less than the precious elixir that nourishes qi and blood. When I was in the Yudu Courtyard in the past, I used a lot. It was just made of monster meat in the Qi Refining Period. I still taught me to linger. Unfortunately, my cultivation gradually improved, and I ate the sausage and drank the dew. Today I got this guy, so I came to learn the methods of my seniors."

After hearing this, Lao Taoist Xuanhai and Taoist Huarong laughed together.

The old Taoist threw the demon flesh in his hand into the magic flame and spoke.

"If you talk about learning the Tao and enlightenment, it should be a Taoist master! But if you want to discuss such miscellaneous studies, even Taoist masters have time to learn it!"

After saying that, the old Taoist Xuanhai and the Taoist Huarong all turned their heads to look at the cloud leopard. They only saw the clean fur of the cloud leopard. The two of them suddenly saw the eyes of the cloud leopard. When they looked carefully, they could still see the cloud patterns, which were connected all the time, but they did not overestimate the main.

Taoist Huarong even approached, couldn't help but reach out and gently knead Yun Bao's still soft body.

When he saw the round hole in the middle of Yunleopard's eyebrows, Taoist Huarong looked at Liu Yuanzheng deeply.

"Daozi's life is a good method. Even when I first entered the Nascent Soul realm, I couldn't do it so clean! All the qi and blood of my body were locked in the demon's body. This demon controls wind and thunder, takes its plasma to blend it into blood ink, and is the best way to write thunder talismans! Grind the bone marrow into powder, or can be used as medicine, refining thunder method and body-tempering treasure pills! Or refining weapons, adding wind and thunder momentum! Especially this body of fur..."

Before Taoist Huarong said that, Liu Yuanzheng waved his hand with a smile.

"Master Taoist, this clouded leopard fur is of other use for the younger generation. As for the flesh and bones, we all divide it evenly, and it is considered as the offering of my learning methods."

Upon hearing this, the two of them did not refuse, nodded and agreed.

Although I know each other for a long time, I am no longer an outsider. The old Taoist Xuanhai is an old practice of the youth's original lineage, and the cause and effect between the Taoist Huarong and the youth is even more indescribable.

Especially Taoist Huarong, although he was practicing thunder method, he was sent by the mountain gate, but he was only a disciple of a medieval family in the sect. He was no longer in the walls of the Immortal Sect, and his Taoist name was not among the eighteen generations. If you think carefully, you should have been far away from the Taoist sons of the Immortal Sect like Liu Yuanzheng, but in the end, the cause and effect of his parents in the past are more close than ordinary fellows. Even if the young man calls him, he only uses "Tao Master", which is different from others.

"Then I will take the plasma first and mix the blood ink. If it is a little late, I am afraid the quality of the demon blood will drop a little."

After saying that, Taoist Huarong mobilized his magic power, and the magic seals were successively stamped into the body of the Cloud Leopard. Immediately afterwards, a blood line was drawn out by Taoist Huarong from the blood hole between the Cloud Leopard's eyebrows.

Taoist Huarong's movements were extremely slow, not only to cure demon blood, but also to teach, so that the young man could see every magic seal and every movement he had.

Then, Taoist Huarong raised his hand again, and spiritual medicines flew out of the Taoist sleeves and hung beside him.

Taoist Huarong tempered these spiritual medicines into powder or squeezed out juice, and blended them with cloud leopard plasma one by one. At the same time, it was warm and Liu Yuanzheng talking about the barriers.

Almost like the Tao of alchemy, the monarch, minister, assistant, prescription combination, and even the yin and yang and five elements, the sequel to the overturn of the Senluo. After that, there were many experiences about the Taoist Huarong himself, such as how to deal with these demon blood when it was inconvenient in the wild; such as several common blood ink formulas, almost covering the blood of the demon cultivator.

The young man listened more carefully, while recording all the words of Taoist Huarong, while recalling what he had learned from his own alchemy, trying to understand the similarities and try to understand the secrets in it.

One person speaks happily, and the other person listens to it in a sensible way.

Suddenly, Taoist Huarong, who was originally talking endlessly, suddenly stopped speaking, then turned his head and looked coldly at the back of the boy.

The boy was stunned and then turned back to look along the gaze of Taoist Huarong.

As I saw, a thin and gloomy old Taoist stood there.

When he saw this old Taoist, he told Liu Yuan to think of Liu Xuansong, the leader of the Liu clan in the past.

At the same time, the voice of the old Taoist Xuanhai sounded.

"Senior Ziqi?"

The boy suddenly realized his heart and looked at the old Taoist's eyes slightly narrowed.

Until today, I finally met this ancestor of the Liu family!
Chapter completed!