Zhuang Wudao used the technique of hitting the bull across the mountain with the big monument thrower. He performed it one by one from beginning to end for several rounds in a row.
When he finally stopped his fists, the bank of Half Moon Lake was already in a mess. Countless bird carcasses were lying within a thousand feet, there were potholes everywhere, and many of the surrounding trees were broken.
Zhuang Wudao smiled like "Hey, he didn't care." With a move of Capturing the Dragon, all the corpses of the spiritual birds and immortal birds were summoned and piled up in the shape of a hill beside him.
He did this on purpose today, sincerely intending to kill these birds one by one. With the rapid improvement of his cultivation, Zhuang Wudao's food intake not only did not decrease, but also increased significantly.
It is said that he can live without food, and Zhuang Wudao has been able to go without food for nearly a month. However, if he wants to temper his body and improve his cultivation, he still needs enough food to replenish the lost energy and blood.
In the past half month, all I had eaten was plain rice, "xuemai", which had already made Zhuang Wudao's mouth fade away.
These spiritual birds and fairy birds are actually good things. They eat the wind and drink the dew near Banyue Lake every day. There is very little turbidity in their bodies. They are only inferior to the second-level pure rice, and the taste is even better.
Moreover, it happened to be in estrus recently, and it was chirping outside the building every day, one after another. At first, Zhuang Wudao found it interesting, but gradually it became annoying and extremely noisy.
It was a pity that both Nie Xianling and Zhuang Xiaohu begged him not to kill them. It was only today that the two women went down the mountain to buy daily necessities at Hongshan Market, and Zhuang Wudao found the opportunity.
As for the damaged flowers and plants, as well as the potholes on the ground, Zhuang Wudao was not an elegant person to begin with. He had the temperament to burn harps and boil cranes, so naturally he didn't bother to care.
While I was practicing boxing today, I also performed a dental ritual for myself so that my ears could be purified.
At this moment, Zhuang Wudao's thoughts moved slightly and he looked down the mountain on the right. Sure enough, within a moment, he saw two female figures flying in from the clouds in the distance.
Zhuang Xiaohu was walking with his sword, and there was a person standing behind him, it was Nie Xianling. When he saw the scene in front of him, Zhuang Xiaohu was stunned, and then he felt helpless, but he did not dare to say anything, he could only complain.
: "If the master wanted to eat meat, he could have ordered Xiaohu to buy it. Why would he do something that would disgrace the scenery? The scenery here is so charming that I have only seen it for decades. Why bother-"
Zhuang Wudao hummed and glanced at Zhuang Xiaohu, causing the latter to shut up and remain silent.
I don't know when Zhuang Xiaohu started to become more and more afraid of her master. A look in her eyes would often make her heart skip a beat.
However, unexpectedly, Nie Xianling, who had been the most determined opponent in the past, surprisingly remained silent.
Zhuang Wudao glanced behind Zhuang Xiaohu strangely, and saw that Nie Xianling's eyes were confused, alternately happy and worried, fearful and angry, and she didn't even pay attention to the scene in front of her.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "What's going on with her?"
"Xian Ling was gathering in Hongshan today and received a letter from her family, and then it became like this."
Zhuang Xiaohu spread his hands and said that he didn't know much about it: "As for the content of the letter, I don't know either.
"Send a message?"
Zhuang Wudao took a careful look at Nie Xianling, and then nodded slightly, his interest completely gone. Nie Xianling came from a wealthy family and was terminally ill. It was not unusual for family members to contact him or even come to visit him.
"Give me all these ingredients. I will eat them before noon tomorrow."
Tomorrow at noon, it will be the time for him to take the 'Hell Rotten Demonic Ginseng.' Before retreating, he needs to eat a lot of meat and accumulate enough energy, blood, and energy to cope with the loss in the body caused by the substantial strengthening of the physical body.
"Tomorrow?" Zhuang Xiaohu couldn't help grinding his teeth. She was not Zhuang Wudao's cook. Looking at the pile of spirit bird carcasses that were three people tall and totaling fifty or sixty, her scalp became numb.
At this moment, Nie Xianling suddenly raised her head, bit her lip and said, "I wonder if I can accept another spiritual slave here?"
"Spirit slave?"
Zhuang Wudao stood still and glanced at Nie Xianling in surprise: "Is he from your family?"
"Yes." Nie Xianling bowed, her expression still uneasy: "She is one of Xianling's former maids, but we have a very good relationship with her. I regard her as an elder. She is at the twelfth level of the Qi Training Realm. My mother also said
She has hopes of building a foundation, I wonder if I can accommodate her?"
"Your maid?"
Zhuang Wudao's eyes were surprised. He guessed that Nie Xianling's identity might be extremely noble and she came from a wealthy family. However, how noble must she be to treat a female cultivator at the twelfth level of the Qi Training Realm as her maid?
Since Nie Xianling had such a life experience, why did she end up in the Lichen Sect and become his spiritual slave?
"I am still short of two spiritual slaves, so it doesn't matter if I add one more. If your maid has a reliable temperament, you might as well lure her to see me."
Having said that, Zhuang Wudao had doubts in his heart. Why did this maid want to be his spiritual slave? Nie Xianling may have been of noble status before, but the current situation seems to be in trouble. This maid
Can he really be so loyal and willing to share hardships with his old master?
Or is he being ignorant and thinking too much? He always feels that there is something wrong in this.
From this point of view, Nie Xianling's background needs to be carefully investigated. It was not necessary before. Nie Xianling did not want to say that he did not have the ability to do so, but now he has to do it just in case.
It would be best to entrust Yun Lingyue or Sikong Hong to handle this matter. However, asking Jin Dan to come forward for a spiritual slave seems to be making a fuss.
If you want to check Nie Xianling's background, both the Xia family and the Beitang family can do it. However, Zhuang Wudao no longer wanted to owe these two families any favors, and after thinking for a moment, he thought of Dou Wenlong and Xuan Jizi again.
Since the latter is in seclusion, he can only entrust it to the former. He can get a talisman another day and let him check it out first.
Nie Xianling's life experience is mysterious, but Hu Fang, the master of the Xuanjing Gym who recommended her to Lichen Mountain, must know something about it.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment, but Zhuang Wudao didn't show any signs of it on his face. He only glanced at Zhuang Xiaohu lightly and winked quietly.
The latter immediately understood and nodded slightly in response. Knowing that this was Zhuang Wudao, he asked her to secretly pay attention to Nie Xianling.
Nie Xianling didn't notice it at all, with a bright smile on her face: "Thank you for your kindness, I will definitely not disappoint you."
Zhuang Wudao laughed and didn't comment. Whether he would be disappointed or not would have to be seen in person before he could tell. But it was expected that it wouldn't be a big deal, so there was no need to worry too much.
However, his own foundation showed some hidden dangers. This was not the first time that Zhuang Wudao felt that his connections in the Lichen Sect were too shallow. Otherwise, why would he need to entrust others with such matters?
It seems that if I have time after this retreat, I need to try my best to find a few more capable and reliable spiritual slaves.
There are four spiritual slaves in the true transmission realm, eight spiritual slaves in the secret realm, and four more golden elixir monks, all of whom are worshiped by the Lichen Sect.
These spiritual slaves not only serve their master in daily life, they can also handle various complicated affairs for him and guard against the open and secret arrows coming from all around.
It enables true disciples like them to get away from worldly affairs and concentrate on practice.
Although Zhuang Xiaohu is not weak in cultivation, he is smart and has a lot of skills. However, because he was born in the north, he has a lot of knowledge about the people in the south, the entanglements and grudges between the major forces, and even the details of the characters in the Lichen Sect.
, most of them are ignorant and obviously unable to shoulder this heavy burden.
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One day later, Zhuang Wudao was sitting in the quiet room of Banyue Building, wiping his greasy hands. He had eaten a total of fifty or sixty spiritual birds. Even though they were piled up like a hill, he had eaten them all.
Big or small, Zhuang Wudao only takes the most essential part, only takes four or five mouthfuls to make one head, and discards the rest.
However, the total amount added up was still extremely huge, but Zhuang Wudao's belly did not feel bulging. Instead, it was ground directly and turned into his own qi, blood and essence.
At this time, the 'Infernal Rot Demonic Ginseng' was in a large cauldron in front of Zhuang Wudao. It was mixed with other auxiliary materials and turned into a round black elixir, emitting bursts of spiritual light.
.Smell it with your nose, and you can feel the fragrance coming to your nostrils, but the rotten smell of a few days ago is gone.
Zhuang Wudao has not yet learned the art of alchemy, but this time, it is not Yun'er who controls his body to refine it, but he does it himself.
This is because the refining of the 'Hell Rotten Demonic Ginseng' is extremely simple. You only need to add a few medicinal materials to eliminate the deadly poison in it.
Sword Spirit asked Zhuang Wudao to do it himself, in order to let him experience a thing or two in advance. Medical elixirs are not divided into different families. This has been the case from ancient times to the present. People who are good at medicine are often not weak in alchemy. And those who are stronger than alchemy
An alchemist must be very familiar with the mysteries of the human body and the properties of various medicines.
According to Yun'er, if several third-level and fourth-level auxiliary drugs can be found and refined together, the efficacy of this 'Hell Rotten Demonic Ginseng' can be increased by nearly eight times.
However, regardless of whether it can be found in the Tianyi Realm, at this time, he obviously lacks the power to refine the third-grade elixir. Even if he refines it, Zhuang Wudao will obviously not be able to withstand such strong medicinal properties.
And as he is now, although he has wasted most of the medicinal power of this 'Hell Rotten Demonic Ginseng', and it seems to be a waste of natural resources, it is undoubtedly the most suitable for him.
It was exactly at noon that the big cauldron emitted a loud roar. The black pill, which was refined from the Hell Rotten Demonic Ginseng, kept beating and hitting in the cauldron, as if it was about to break the cauldron.
And out.
Zhuang Wudao's eyes widened, and with a slight thought, he opened the lid of the cauldron. Then he saw a ball of black light, flying straight up from the cauldron and rushing into the sky.
"Can it actually produce spiritual wisdom? It is indeed a fourth-grade high-grade elixir."
Zhuang Wudao was already on guard. He used the power of capturing a dragon to forcefully drag the black pill to the front of him, then swallowed it in one gulp, chewed it up and swallowed it into his belly.