Ning Wantang's face turned from gloomy to clear, and she shouted: "As long as you help me take good care of Dumb, I will definitely help you refine a few sword-raising pills!"
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 to focus on her.
But 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 inexperienced in the world has a deep love for that stupid brother Dumb."
Planted."
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 were precocious. He looked at Ning Wantang in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of hatred for that dumb man.
Out of curiosity, he asked:
"Miss Ning, where is this Dumb Brother from? I don't think he looks like someone from the Evil Doctor Valley, right?"
After hearing this, Ning Wantang sighed softly and said, "My grandfather rescued Dumb from the dead man's tomb. It's a long story."
She raised her head and saw that Liang Yan was looking very interested, so she started talking and continued:
"That day when my grandfather and I returned from an outing, we happened to bump into the disciples of the Dead Man's Tomb escorting a group of low-level monks back to the mountain. My grandfather hated the Dead Man's Tomb very much, so he immediately dispatched these disciples and captured those who
All the monks were released."
"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 Dui 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 couldn't bear it anymore, so I begged grandpa to take him back to the valley."
Liang Yan was slightly surprised when he heard this. He also knew that Wen Tao of the Tomb of the Dead was arresting low-level Qi-refining monks to use them as blood food for the tomb owner, but he did not expect that the owner of the Evil Doctor Valley would take action.
Intervention.
"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 about the Dead Man's Tomb, and couldn't help but ask Ning Wantang: "Miss Ning, to be honest, I don't have much dealing with the Dead Man's Tomb. I even caused some trouble in its sect before.
Will the disaster be implicated in the Valley of Evil Doctors?"
His words were meant to test Ning Wantang, but Ning Wantang waved his hand and said 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 the messy atmosphere of the Tomb of the Dead?
The sect is a neighbor? His mountain gate has been trampled down a long time ago!"
Liang Yan's eyelids twitched when he heard this, thinking that this little girl has such a loud tone.
But that's fine. 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.
After helping Ning Wantang practice elixirs for almost half a day, when 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 standing in a daze.
He leaned against the door blankly, staring down at his palms with a thoughtful look on his face.
"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 originally, but when he thought that his batch of sword-raising pills could land on this person, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart, and he also 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 flames 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 was slightly excited. The black evil fire in the prototype of the relic was flickering.
A faint trace of black energy could be seen escaping, and was burned out by the lights next to it.
"There's a show!"
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 would probably take some time to completely purify the prototype of the relic.
Already.
Although he was curious and wanted to carefully observe the reaction of the "Six Objects of Life and Death Lamp", now that he had lost all his spiritual power, he could not take out this Buddhist magic weapon. He could only tie the mouth of the bag and put it on his waist.
Leave it alone.
"I just hope that Yuan 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 that he could restore his spiritual power through his own skills, but no matter how hard he tried, his Dantian was always empty, and not even a trace of spiritual power was produced. As time went by, even Liang Yan himself also gave birth to spiritual power.
A hint of frustration.
Although his cultivation had reached the stage of foundation building, he had lost all his spiritual energy at the moment and could not recuperate through meditation. Over time, he also became quite tired, so he fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed.
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 elixirs, and fell asleep when he came back at night. Day and night just 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"!
The "Tao Sword Classic" is an extremely superior skill. Although he has the formula in his hand, he has practiced it in many ways before, but he has never been able to understand it. The method of spiritual power movement recorded on it is simply unbelievable to Liang Yan.
Impossible things.
"In the final analysis, the Taoist Sword Art still belongs to the Taoist sword art. Although the sword cultivator belongs to the same lineage, it can be practiced by anyone regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism or Demon. But there must be a priority. Because of the Tianji Pearl, I was both a Buddhist and a Confucian.
Will the spiritual power affect the cultivation of Tao Sword Scripture?"
"I can't recover my spiritual power now, which may not be an opportunity to help me understand the magic formula in the Taoist Sword Sutra. If I can develop a trace of Taoist spiritual power as a result, then I don't have to place my hopes on others, but can rely on myself.
With my hard work, I slowly regained my supernatural powers."
As soon as he thought of this, Liang Yan became excited as if he had discovered a new world. He immediately lost all sleepiness, sat cross-legged on the bed, muttered something, and couldn't wait to try the practice of "Tao Sword Sutra" again.