"Where is Mingdongcheng? I want to see Mingdongcheng."
Following Lian Yang from the back, Feng Jueyu saw a tall old man yelling and screaming far away. Feng Jueyu asked in confusion: "Who is this? No, no.
Your life is on the line, how dare you come to Ming’s house and scream?”
When Lian Yang heard this, he wished he could immediately find a block to wipe it out and block Feng Jueyu's mouth. He dared to say anything. I think it's you who is risking his life.
In fact, Lian Yang just thought about it, how could he dare to do it, so he bravely pulled Feng Jueyu aside and said: "Brother, he is Cheng Mingqing, Cheng Shaojing's biological father."
"Is it him?"
Even though Feng Jueyu said he didn't care, the Immortal Skill of Life and Death was telling him that this old man was very skilled. Judging from his courage and momentum, he was probably not much weaker than Mingdong City. Darling, why is Zhongtian City like this?
How expert are you? You must be more careful in your actions in the future. You are afraid of being attacked by Xing Kun. The key is that it is easy to hide from open guns, but it is difficult to guard against hidden arrows, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, Lian Yang quickly thought of the problem. He couldn't let them meet him. What if something happened and the old man wasn't in the house yet?
Lian Yang had an idea and said: "Brother, this old man has a bad temper. It's better to do less than to do more. Go about your business and leave it to me."
"Well, that's fine, then I'll trouble you." Bu Liu is a fool. Feng Da Killer is not stupid and arrogant enough to have a head-on conflict with a master whose strength is not inferior to Shen Wu, so under the guidance of Manager Lianyang, from then on,
Exit the Ming Mansion through the side door.
Now Feng Jueyu is no longer half a month ago. Entering and exiting Dingxin Pavilion is as casual as walking through the front door of his own home. He walked to Dingxin Pavilion three times and twice, and stepped into Dingxin Pavilion under the attentive greetings of two servants.
He walked through the door of the pavilion, walked to the backyard, and went straight to the guest room arranged for him by Wang Jiutong.
Why did you enter the guest room instead of looking for Wang Jiutong?
That's because Feng Jueyu doesn't need it at all now. Wang Jiutong already regards him as his own family. Not only has he arranged a place to rest, but also a place to sleep. Sometimes, the two of them have finished communicating.
After refining the alchemy, Feng Jueyu would also stay overnight at Wang Jiutong's house. As long as he did not delay instilling the aura of death into Xing Kun, usually no one would care whether he returned to the Ming Mansion to spend the night.
Today, it happened that Wang Jiutong was not at home, so Feng Jueyu entered a small world of his own.
To be honest, Wang Jiutong is really good at Feng Jueyu. This room is very big. There is a hall at the entrance, with an antique Eight Immortals round table, a tea table opposite the door, carved red chairs on both sides, and hanging hangings above the head.
The spring breeze carrying the fragrance of ink brings rain...
There are two side doors on the left and right of the hall. When opened, one is a bedroom for rest and practice, and the one on the right is a study room filled with medical classics and medicinal records. There are five annotations of miscellaneous scriptures, Qimen Yao
Acupuncture points, actual records of acupuncture and pulses, detailed explanations of veins, medicinal herbs, rare materials... and so on, all kinds of classics and miscellaneous notes related to medical skills are endless, and there are hundreds of thread-bound ancient books.
Neatly placed on the bookcases on the other three walls except one side of the door, the whole room exudes a unique smell of rice paper.
After entering the house, he closed the door and opened the window with a stick to let in the sunlight and let in enough fresh air. Only then did Feng Jueyu sit in front of the desks neatly arranged in the four rooms of the study.
Those yellowed classics with the fragrance of ink cannot arouse Feng Jueyu's interest at all. This is not because Feng Jueyu Yelang is arrogant, but because he has more important things to do now.
In the closed door, Feng Jueyu sat steadily on the red chair. With a slight movement of his consciousness, he opened the Hong Yuan space and placed the scroll of paper taken out from the longevity lock on the table.
A few days ago, Tianfeng Jueyujing was busy pondering with Wang Jiutong how to refine the Seven-Color Demonic Heart Pill. For two nights, he usually practiced all night long. If he failed, he would summarize and analyze it. He didn't bother to read what was written in the scroll.
It just so happened that he had this opportunity today. He planned to see what secrets were recorded in it?
Maybe it has something to do with my own life experience.
Thinking like this, Feng Jueyu spread the paper out a little, pressed one edge with his hand, and slowly spread it along the track...
Anyone who has passed small notes around knows that when rolled out, the paper roll becomes a rectangle, but the paper roll in the longevity lock is different. When Feng Jueyu opened it, he saw that the paper roll was actually cone-shaped.
It was slowly spread out, taking on a circular shape. When it was completely spread out, Feng Jueyu discovered that the circular piece of paper was so thin that it was shocking.
The entire circular piece of paper is almost transparent, just like the surface of a bubble. From the direction where Feng Jueyu is sitting, you can see the scene on the opposite side.
Not to mention this, when Feng Jueyu observed carefully for a while, three breaths of time passed, and a strange phenomenon happened...
The piece of paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, or even a hundred times thinner than a cicada's wing, slowly floated into the air like rootless duckweed...
That's right, it's definitely floating...
Because only the windows in the house are open, the air cannot form convection, and there is no so-called wind. When there is no wind, the paper floats into the air, even with one side facing down, just like a circular screen.
, Xiang Feng Jueyu showed his magical side.
"Is this a magical thing?"
Feng Jueyu was stunned, staring straight at the piece of paper rising into the air, slowly zooming in before his eyes, and gray light spots lit up on the thin paper, one, two, three...
...In the end, Feng Jueyu couldn't count how many light spots there were on the paper. Each light spot was as dazzling as the stars in the night sky. At this time, the entire study was filled with silvery shining stars.
Starlight…
It was a wonderful feeling, just like being in the vast starry sky, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, transcending the shackles of the world, and the whole person was lightly reborn. Feng Jueyu felt like he was walking in the universe, surrounded by
It was the endless Milky Way. Some of the shining silver spots were far away from me, while others were within reach.
Just like those virtual technologies in previous lives, it may make people feel like they are in an unknown field, which is extraordinarily vast and extensive...
There was a light spot not far away from him. It was twice as big as the other silver star light spots. Moreover, this light spot was surprisingly bright. Feng Jueyu could reach out and touch it, but it wasn't until he actually did it.
At that moment, I realized that everything in front of me was ethereal, and the silver star shined through the palm of my hand, as if it and Feng Jueyu existed in two different worlds.
What the hell is this?
The Fengda Killer was a little confused for a while. He couldn't figure out what the piece of paper was. After walking around the room twice, he made sure that there was no prophecy or anything left in the piece of paper like some fantasy novel.
, slowly walked like a piece of paper.
The strange thing is that you are very obedient to the piece of paper. As soon as Feng Jueyu thought about taking it back, the piece of paper changed back to its original appearance. The rolled up paper looked extremely ordinary. Who would have thought that just now
Are the stars all over the house made from a piece of paper?
Looking quietly at the scroll lying on the table, Feng Jueyu was completely speechless. It seemed that the things left by his uncle were a bit mysterious, right?
Killer Feng, who originally planned to find some means to deal with Xing Kun in the scroll of longevity lock, was a little disappointed, but after all, he did not dare to put all his hopes on the scroll. The mystery of this thing seemed to be only
I can keep it and study it later when I have the opportunity.
"I wonder what happened to Old Man Wang?" After putting the scroll away, Killer Feng suddenly felt bored. Seeing that it was still early, and he had just finished filling Xing Kun with white jade beads, he simply went to Wang Jiutong's warehouse.
I brought some portions of Yarrow grass, a branch of Qinghui and two boxes of peach leaf pulp to the small courtyard.
Feng Jueyu felt happy when he mentioned the three herbs: Yarrow grass, Qinghuizhi, and peach leaf pulp. These three herbs were specially used by Wang Jiutong to refine the beauty pills for some elderly women. It is said that
It was Wang Jiutong who obtained the recipe for the first elixir through a man called Chuanshi Merchant. It was also because of the Preservation Pill that Wang Jiutong achieved his current status.
Even though Wang Jiutong had put a lot of effort into the Preservation Pill, sometimes the refining may not be guaranteed to be successful. Just like on the day of the first meeting, wouldn't it be reimbursed for a furnace of pills?
Feng Jueyu is not a serious alchemist now, but when he had nothing to do these days, he started to study the beauty-preserving pill, which can be regarded as a bit of an achievement. In addition, he has been mixing the Seven-Color Demonic Heart Pill herb a lot in recent days.
He has learned a lot about the art of alchemy through the work of mixing proportions. In fact, in his opinion, refining the beauty elixir couldn't be easier. He only needs to combine the medicinal properties of the three herbs, blend them into the cinnabar, and then use it slowly.
It will take a while to burn, but of course, the difficulty lies in the Yanluo grass, which Feng Jueyu doesn't even care about.
No one can compare with him who possesses the most original aura of heaven and earth. Once the herbs are put into the furnace, no one knows better than him the gradual changes in medicinal properties of the herbs as they are heated in the furnace.
Therefore, it is not difficult for Feng Jueyu to refine the Beauty Pill. Even if he wants to do it, he can succeed in the blink of an eye.
Anyway, it was okay. Feng Jueyu ran to the small courtyard and lit a fire. Half an hour later, the smell of fireworks from burning firewood came out. He took out a piece of cinnabar and threw it into the furnace to heat it until it turned into a liquid.
After accumulating at the bottom of the furnace, Feng Jueyu threw the three herbs into the furnace.
Things like the Beauty Pill are not necessarily useful. They just keep people young forever. The effectiveness of one pill is about three years. That is to say, if you keep taking the Beauty Pill once every three years, the effect will not be reduced.
Appearance does not age.
Of course, the beauty-preserving pill is actually not that magical. It can only make people look seventeen or eighteen years younger. Especially the effect is more obvious for older people. The real effect on restoring body functions is far less than that for people who are over a thousand years old.
The Ganoderma lucidum comes well.
But this alone is enough to drive the wives of those gentlemen crazy, and the most important thing is that it is the easiest way for ordinary people to enter Danshi.
It is understood that there is no elixir that is easier to make than the Beauty Pill.
Feng Jueyu turned on the furnace and started a fire. He rubbed the herbs and threw them in to start extracting the essence. He used Xuan Gong to guide the essence of the herbs into the cinnabar, but he didn't notice that at this time, someone came from Dingxin Pavilion.
outsider.
As soon as this person came in, he saw someone making alchemy, and it didn't look like Wang Jiutong, because the outsider's servant told him that Wang Jiutong had not come back from going out to do errands, so he asked him to go inside and wait. This made him even more puzzled, who could it be if he wasn't Wang Jiutong?
He was refining elixirs inside, and he looked very skilled.
When the man came over and took a look, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.