"Hey, isn't it just some past experiences? Why don't you just ask Fang Zhe directly and come here to torture an old man like me?"
"I'm very pleased that you have such a good relationship. But don't be shy."
As he spoke, Ren let out a long sigh.
"The little girls in the world of cultivation nowadays are all like ordinary women, reserved and introverted. I was in my prime back then, but I had countless confidante, accompanying me around, and acted as I pleased. The great truth cannot be dissolved into the ego."
Jiang Su didn't pay attention to his bragging. He took out the elixir and drank it carelessly. The skin and flesh under the red-stained green clothes were re-sutured, and even the scars disappeared in a moment.
She touched her torn cassock, pinched it, then took a gown from her storage bag and put it on so that outsiders could not see the broken hole.
"It's just a pink skull, you're really proud of it."
"Say it quickly."
Jiang Su urged impatiently, cursing in his mind: "You are so proud of me, you deserve to die."
She still thinks that the sudden appearance of Shi Ren may be a plot against herself or Fang Zhe. If the target is herself, she will not be able to escape the dark mine of Chu Lin. If the target is Fang Zhe, she will kill the whole family with him. The past is inseparable.
"Okay, okay, I say." Shi Renqihu couldn't resist, so he agreed.
"Before the accident, I was practicing in my weapon refining room. I finished refining a glass statue that a certain elder wanted, and all the spiritual energy in my body was exhausted. As usual, I took out my storage bag and rummaged through it. , there was nothing inside, I went to look for it on the shelf of spiritual materials again, but still nothing."
"Every monk knows that this spiritual elixir is the most commonly used elixir, especially for those of us who refine weapons, draw talismans, and make elixirs. How come the inexhaustible item in the storage bag is clean and has no trace at all?"
"At that time, I realized that someone was going to attack me. As the saying goes, taking advantage of someone's illness to kill someone. When a monk's spiritual power is empty, even if he breathes in the spiritual power in the air, it will be difficult to recover one-tenth of it, let alone What's more, the Wujian Sect is located close to a big city and has very few spiritual veins, far less than your Shifang Immortal Mountain."
"My second apprentice Xu Shuye then appeared. I don't know how he unlocked the barrier of the weapon refining room. He was holding a small crystal turtle in his hand and walked up to me, catching me by surprise."
"...My soul fell into the crystal turtle because of this. And Xu Shuye deliberately talked to me."
"He gave his senior brother a violent blood pill."
Jiang Su was stunned when he heard this and read out: "Blood-violent Pill..."
Fang Zhe couldn't hear the conversation between Jiang Su and Shi Ren, but felt that the little medical practitioner suddenly stopped and made a series of unbelievable behaviors, which must have a meaning.
"..."
The next moment, Fang Zhe thought he knew. He took the little doctor by the collar behind his neck, hugged him horizontally, and ran to a certain store in his memory.
Jiang Su: "???"
Jiang Su knew what the Blood Blood Pill was. As the name suggests, taking it would make people's blood rush and become extremely excited. They could compete with crocodiles in the water, fistfight with rhinos, and even drink with white-eyed tigers on the mountain.
It is also known as the Courage Pill in the world of cultivation. Many sects will purchase this pill to provide long-term foundation accumulation for the disciples they train.
As the saying goes, when a person meets on a narrow road, the brave will win. Bravery is the foundation of a life in a world where the jungle is strong and the strong eat the strong.
This elixir is non-toxic and harmless, and it will not make monks go crazy. One of its characteristics is that it smells sweet.
After monks take it for a long time, there will be a faint sweetness in the blood, which they themselves or ordinary monks cannot smell. Only monks who are good at medicine and alchemy have well-developed tongue taste buds and can consider it.
Jiang Su didn't think twice and responded decisively to Lao Deng: "Fake."
This man was talking as if his second disciple had poisoned his eldest disciple. He was making alarmist remarks. If he hadn't been a medical practitioner and proficient in pharmacology, he would have been fooled by him.
"For Fang Zhe, there is no difference between the violent blood pill and the jelly beans that children eat. What's more, the two of us are together all day long, and I have never smelled any sweetness in him."
When Shi Ren heard this, he paused for a moment, "I thought so at first. Later, I kept guessing about the purpose of this violent blood pill, until one day I suddenly thought... there is a weapon refining technique that requires violent blood pills.
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Jiang Su silently repeated in his mind, "The weapon refining technique...? What weapon refining requires the use of violent blood pills?
Wait, is it possible that instead of cultivating the weapon, he means to refine the person who took the violent blood pill into a weapon?
"Human weapon?"
Shi Ren did not expect that Jiang Su, a medical practitioner, could say this word in an instant. His voice became hoarse and he said in a low voice: "Exactly. Using human beings to refine human weapons, also known as refining puppets."
The red monk knew nothing about this, so his legs and feet quickened, and after a while he took Jiang Su into an inn.
At this time, many people were eating in the lobby on the first floor of the inn. The wooden square tables were filled with table after table, and there was a lot of people. It was quite like the people in the West singing and dancing at night.
This is the inn that Fang Zhe has selected as the most suitable for the two strangers after "careful consideration". This is because the name of this inn has the words "Universal for Four Realms" under the plaque.
The waiter was wearing brown clothes, short at the top and at the bottom. Colorful ribbons were sewn at the corners of the clothes. There were small copper bells around his wrists and waist, which jingled as he wiped the table.
People in the Western Regions like to wear some bells.
When he saw the two unfamiliar guests, he immediately put away the tables and chairs he was cleaning, wiped his hands, and went inside to invite people.
"If you are staying at the top, please stay inside the hotel! Hey, sir, would you like to ask if you are staying at the top or at the hotel?!"
Fang Zhe glanced at the price clearly marked on the shopkeeper's back not far away, took out a handful of silver and threw it into his pocket.
This boy has quick eyes and quick hands, and he can pick things up reliably. They are mortals, and they usually use the most silver. They are not as developed as the earth and are not as developed as the middle capital. All transactions with mortals here do not require spiritual stones at all.
The waiter was stunned for a moment and instantly understood the meaning of the white money in his hand.
This weight...this is...
"Room No. 1, Tianzi, the first room on the left on the second floor. Please walk slowly. We will send you the food you want right away."
The waiter's attitude was a bit flattering, but his servile demeanor was not excessive, and coupled with his cleverness, he was pleasing to the eye.
He quietly glanced at the girl in the arms of the man in red, thinking, "What kind of beautiful girl does this have to be for such an upright and upright Buddhist cultivator to take care of her?"
The Western Region is a holy land for Buddhism, especially Luolan City, where the Demon-Suppressing Temple, the largest Buddhist temple in the world, is located.
The people here who have seen the most and rarest things since childhood are not monks, but all kinds of monks.
There are tantras and Tibetan sects that practice different methods and the monks dress differently.
Arhats like short coats and military robes, ordinary Bodhisattvas and Buddhas only wear brown cassocks, and masters wear red cassocks. Ascetics wear numb rags, and their robes are sewn and mended.
The square-folded robe is as red as blood, and its style is different from that of ordinary monks. It is more like the Tantric Happy Buddha that was not common in the past.
