Mang Biao and his group are quite powerful and can fly very fast.
Soaring high in the sky, shuttling between clouds and mist, the world changes very quickly.
In half a day, we arrived thousands of miles away.
At this moment, Mang Biao stopped in the air, pushed aside the clouds in front of his eyes, looked down, and laughed: "Haha, brother, below is Black Wind Island, and this will be your home from now on."
Yang Ji followed his gaze and saw a picturesque island with undulating mountains, lush green trees, mountains and sea, and beautiful scenery. It was indeed a good treasure land.
"Let's go down." Mang Biao smiled heartily, took Yang Ji's shoulder and escaped into the main hall on the island.
"Serve wine, hold a banquet, and welcome the second island master!" Mang Biao shouted, and his voice echoed through the entire hall.
"Second Island Master?" The monks in the main hall who had never met Yang Ji suddenly whispered, looked at him curiously, and then took orders and began to work.
By the time night fell, the Black Wind Hall was already filled with long tables, and everyone gathered together. There were all kinds of spiritual fruits, meat, and fine wine.
There were even eight female monks dancing in the sky outside the main hall to add to the fun.
Against the backdrop of the moonlight, they looked like fairies.
The dancing posture is light and agile, the skirt is floating, the pearls are spinning and the stars are swaying, the graceful and graceful dance is enchanting, as graceful as an orchid, a green and ethereal green.
The long yarn is whirling, the dance is graceful, and the auspicious colors are dancing, it is really exciting.
The woman leading the dance is even more beautiful, her every frown and smile is heart-warming, she is pure and elegant, her body is boneless, graceful and graceful.
As the sky danced, she stepped on the breeze and slowly flew into the hall. She smiled brightly at Yang Ji, and the white gauze ribbon dancing in her hand was shot towards him, gently covering his face.
As he breathed, Yang Ji felt a faint fragrance assail his nostrils, reaching straight to the Tianling Cap, immediately making his blood surge.
Just as he was confused, the white gauze belt slowly pulled away, and a stunningly beautiful face came to his eyes with a smile that charmed all living beings.
The tips of their noses were less than half an inch apart, and their breathing could be heard.
Those seductive red lips, that white and tender skin, and those pure and lustful eyes are all too tempting.
Without waiting for anyone to take a closer look, the woman immediately turned around and flew away with a slight smile, leaving only a beautiful and mysterious back that attracted people's imagination.
"Who is she?" Yang Ji touched the lingering fragrance on the tip of his nose and asked curiously.
However, he discovered that everyone in the hall, including Mang Biao who was sitting nearby, were staring at the figure that had just flown out with Ximen Qing's unique smile, and each of them had a big word "色" on their head.
Yang Ji glanced at them with disdain, and Mang Biao's next words made him feel even more contemptuous.
"Ahem, she is the oiran of Baihua Island, the Flower Fairy. I asked her to come over and dance for me, but I spent a lot of money. Brother, just take a look, but don't have other thoughts." Mang Biao said to Yang.
Ji Da grinned.
Hearing this, Yang Ji couldn't help but glance at him secretly, and the desire in his heart almost burst out, and told him not to think too much.
Although women are beautiful, for him, Yang Ji, they are just obstacles on the road to immortality.
If you become immortal and live forever, you might consider finding some fairies to play with. Fairies in the sky are probably more beautiful and softer.
Just when Yang Ji was thinking like this, Na Mang Biao suddenly put his arm around his shoulders, raised his glass and shouted to the people below:
"The person next to me will be the second island owner of our Black Wind Island from now on. Come on, call me the second island owner."
"Huh? Are you all fucking mute? My brother is a master of alchemy. If you disrespect him, you won't be able to get any elixirs in the future."
"Master of Alchemy?" Everyone was startled, and their frowns immediately relaxed, showing expressions of surprise.
"Come on, let's raise a toast to the second island master." Mang Biao shouted.
"To the Second Island Master!" Everyone raised their glasses and shouted, toasting to Yang Ji.
Yang Ji, who was sitting at the top, couldn't help but feel a little depressed. This Mang Biao was really a tough guy, so he was given the opportunity to do it.
Want to imitate Zhang Fei's tenderness and show off his stern appearance?
But now that everyone was toasting, he had no choice but to raise his glass and said with a calm smile: "Brothers, you're welcome."
"Come on, drink this glass of wine. From now on, the owners of the two islands will be your own family." Mang Biao laughed loudly and drank it all in one gulp.
Everyone raised their glasses and looked at Yang Ji, and Yang Ji had no choice but to drink it down.
"Haha, okay!" Mang Biao saw everyone drinking the wine and said, "Tonight everyone will drink heavily and eat meat. We will stop after getting drunk."
Mang Biao heyed twice, then lowered his voice and looked sideways at Yang Ji and said:
"Brother, ever since I heard from Jin Abacus that your alchemy skills are even more powerful than Chang Yuan's, my admiration for my brother is like the endless sea. I really want to meet you right away and have a good chat with you."
"No, I will take people there today to greet my brother in person."
"Ahem, I'm a rough guy. I've been involved in gangs since I was a child. I haven't had any celestial energy since I started practicing spiritual practice. Please forgive me for my inappropriate words before. Please forgive me."
"I respect my brother for this drink. I'll drink it. If I'm too drunk, you can do whatever you want."
Mang Biao raised a glass of wine and drank it immediately.
Yang Ji had no choice but to raise his glass and think about it.
Mang Biao was extremely enthusiastic and devoted himself to drinking one cup after another. It was not until he was drunk in the middle of the night that he lowered his voice and said to Yang Ji: "Brother, you said before that I was going crazy? Is it that serious?"
"As a Jindan Daoist, you must understand your own situation better than I do. Demonic energy corrodes and it is difficult to recover. You should understand the consequences." Yang Ji said calmly.
The more indifferent the tone, the more solemn Mang Biao's heart became, and he said, "Brother, do you have a solution?"
"Cultivation is a big deal. If something goes wrong, you won't be able to sit still. You should ask someone to take a look, right?" Yang Ji looked at him.
"I have secretly contacted several masters of medicine and many masters of alchemy. They said that the true energy in my body is too mixed and the demonic energy is too strong. There are only three ways to solve it."
"The first method is to break away and cultivate again, but how can you do this? Isn't this digging your own foundation?"
"The second method is to refine the true energy and refine the demonic energy bit by bit. This method seems feasible, but the technique I practice does not have such ability, and it is impossible to refine the evil energy that is close to the true energy.
The demonic energy makes me almost half-demon."
"The third way is to ask the alchemy master to refine the demon-transforming elixir. However, the material for the demon-transforming elixir is hard to find. I haven't found it yet. Besides, the alchemy master doesn't give me any trouble. It's really difficult."
Mang Biao looked troubled and frowned deeply. He could only look at Yang Ji and begged, "Brother, you said you had a way, so please help me. I'm very grateful."
"There is a way, but..." Yang Ji glanced at Mang Biao and really didn't want to take advantage of him.
Because the solution is to use the demon energy in his body as a medicine guide, add the essence of the demon companion grass, and refine an alternative demon essence pill.
This kind of operation can not only erase the evil spirit in his body, but also make his cultivation level further.
The obstacle is the strong Qi in Mang Biao's body.
The true energy in Jindan Zhenren's body is the essence obtained by purifying the spiritual power through countless purification crystals. Each strand is compressed with infinite cultivation, and each strand of true energy can be turned into a pool of spiritual sea.
If this had to be refined one by one using the method of alchemy, I don’t know how long it would take, as it would be too time-consuming and labor-intensive.
It's not that those alchemy masters have never thought of such a method, but it's just too difficult.
It takes a lot of effort to refine a furnace of Demonic Yuan Dan, but how to refine and purify all the deep and sea-like true energy in Jin Dan's body.
If not a close relative, who would be willing?
Those alchemy masters were not stupid. They knew it was impossible, so they did not suggest such a method.
But Yang Ji was different. With his golden fingers, his alchemy skills were almost superb. Refining Yaoyuan Dan was equivalent to mass production on an assembly line. Not only was it error-free, but it was also extremely fast.
But Yang Ji would not foolishly say that his alchemy skills had reached this stage.
At the moment, he only vaguely told Mang Biao the general method, and did not explicitly say that it was an alternative method of refining the Demon Yuan Dan. The more mysterious the better.
He didn't want Mang Biao to get better so quickly, but he had to give him something sweet to ensure his own safety.
Mang Biao was overjoyed when he heard that there was really a way.
Yang Ji saw his expression, struck while the iron was hot, and said he would give him a treatment.
When Mang Biao heard this, he immediately pulled him into the secret room behind the main hall.
Yang Ji asked him to summon a ray of true energy, and then began to use various techniques to refine the alternative Yaoyuan Dan to purify his true energy.
A full day passed, and Yang Ji was sweating profusely and his face was pale as he completed this first treatment.
Of course, he was pretending to show this to Mang Biao.
At this moment, Mang Biao looked at the purified qi in his body, and he was extremely surprised.
Immediately, he felt grateful when he grabbed Yang Ji, and personally wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.
Yang Ji glanced at him, calmly opened his palm, and said, "A large amount of demon companion grass is needed to treat your disease."
"Do you need a lot of demon-companing grass to treat my disease?" Mang Biao was startled after hearing this. He suddenly slapped his forehead and said with bright eyes, "Yes, demon-companing grass can dissolve the demonic energy. Brother, this is what you used just now.
Method?"
"Don't worry about the demon companion grass, I will look for it on my own," Mang Biao said, patting his chest.
"This method of treatment is extremely labor-intensive. It is done once a month. During this period, you can no longer take low-quality Demon Yuan Dan." Yang Ji raised his eyes and said.
"This old man knows." Mang Biao nodded excitedly, and then took the handkerchief and wiped it off Yang Ji's forehead.
"In this case, then prepare the demon grass. The bigger the quantity, the better, and the older the year, the better." Yang Ji took off his hand and said with a faint look on his face.
"Okay, okay!" Mang Biao said in agreement.
Yang Ji said softly, which calmed Mang Biao.
(Today is just one chapter. The previously planned plot has been overturned and sorted out again. Tomorrow will be more exciting.)