Chapter six hundred and seventy fourth first meeting, dialogue
Lu Zhengkang's way of refining elixirs is the Qi Dan Dao, which is considered superior among the countless methods collected by the Flying Noodle Sect. He uses his mind to refine Qi Dan, which is separated from the attributes of metal, stone, grass and trees, so there is no erysipelas, the effect is excellent, and the number of elixirs produced in one furnace is huge.
, there are many kinds, which are really the products of the fairy family.
Now he uses the Qi Dan method to refine the elixir, which is to refine its physical properties, turn reality into virtuality, and eliminate disasters, so that a solid elixir can be transformed into a gaseous virtual elixir so that he can use it to replace his magic power.
The most wonderful thing about the Qi Dan method is that the human elixir sings in unison. It is not only refining medicine, but also refining me. When you are refining it, you can feel the subtle changes of the vitality in your mind, and the true energy in the body is also flowing endlessly, and it is also the vitality between heaven and earth.
It can be said that you are in a state of three-in-one of human, elixir and world, using elixir as a medium to realize the way of heaven.
, if you can practice a nine-turn golden elixir, you can ascend to the Immortal Palace on the spot. And the ultimate alchemy immortal can even elixir into heaven and earth. There is a plane universe hidden in one elixir, but existence of that level
He had long been thrown to the back of the universe to play mahjong with God and the others. Lu Zhengkang was lucky enough not to encounter him during those years when he was the Pope.
Everything depends on the right time and place.
The Nameless Island is not an excellent place for refining medicine. The five elements here are chaotic, the light of the universe is stagnant, life and death are confused, and great evils and good fortunes are intertwined. Instead, it presents a calm atmosphere. But it is not bad here either. It does not have any knowledge of alchemy.
A special place of blessing and profit and loss. What you can refine here depends entirely on your own will and power.
Lu Zhengkang sat silently in the quiet room. The elixir was dripping and swirling in the air three feet in front of him. The strong fragrance of the medicine turned into mist and spread out, accumulating on the ground to form a thin cloud, even covering the indoor objects.
Lifted up, several tables, incense burners, futons, and even deer
Zhengkang himself. He held his breath and his body became stagnant and silent. Originally, at this time, if he had developed his true energy, he would have entered the realm of fetal breath. However, there are only four things in the Nameless Island: salt, heart, soul, and body.
The body of salt is like a dry sea, without even a drop of internal energy being produced.
Lu Zhengkang was not in a hurry. He didn't need to breathe now. His body was quiet so that his body movements would not interfere with his mind. He could concentrate on his alchemy business.
The elixir is an evil thing bred by Xing Zhicai by absorbing the blood soul of the cauldron. It actually has the nature of the inner three-in-one. Lu Zhengkang can feel its vigorous vitality, just like a chicken with hidden life.
While the physical properties of the elixir were being worn away little by little, Lu Zhengkang felt that his mind was also wandering in a haze. It was as if he was immersed in warm water. Suddenly, he felt many sensations in his body rushing over at once, and his eyes were pure white.
He touched the light left and right, only to find that he was locked into the elixir.
Lu Zhengkang was not in a hurry, he himself knew that this was when the elixir was at its peak and he had empathy with the spirit in the elixir, but in fact he was still lingering outside the elixir to add fuel to the fire.
There are also moments when mental alchemy goes too far, especially when Lu Zhengkang does not have the true energy of his body to guide him. Just like sailing on the sea without a lighthouse to indicate the shore, it is easy to veer off course in a violent storm, or encounter evil things hunting on the sea.
It has been said before that the Nameless Island is a not bad place. There are no demons here that emerge from the void to seduce the inner demons, and the other resentful spirits on the island only stay in their own place and do not come out to move around.
Lu Zhengkang is now like a baby in a mother's womb, or like a stone monkey in a Bagua furnace. In short, he is stewed in an iron pot. He is the one adding firewood outside, and he is the one being refined by the fire.
In such a fragmented situation, Lu Zhengkang felt that his consciousness was being separated layer by layer.
He seemed to be half asleep, not thinking about anything, and as if he was having a complicated dream. He vaguely saw a golden mountain, and a three-eyed white ape stood on the mountain, smiling at him, but he felt that he was just smiling at the fairy medicine.
Inner white vision of random thoughts.
"You're here..."
Lu Zhengkang saw the white ape making a mouth gesture to him, but before he could take a closer look, the illusion dissipated and then the light in front of him disappeared and darkness came.
In a mirror-like space, Lu Zhengkang stands here. He can see his reflection when he lowers his head. All the colors are clear, but there is no light, only the color itself, which constitutes the shape of the object.
He looked around again and saw a silver robot tied to a cross. It had a rough appearance and a square head and square head.
In "Salt", there is also an NPC tied to a cross, who is the incarnation of the nameless god.
"He saw me, and I still remember him. In the game I designed with Hongcheng, he was outstanding and exceeded expectations. He didn't have to go to this point. As long as they stayed in the game long enough,
Then we can complete that great work.”
"Are you rA9?" Although he didn't know why he appeared here, Lu Zhengkang knew that this was definitely not a normal state, and rA9 was really well hidden.
The robot continued: "He has a lot of doubts, but maybe it's better that he doesn't know, and he feels sad when he knows." His voice is very gentle, a nice female voice, American English, if you don't look at his mechanical body, it is simple
If you listen to it, you will feel that you are looking at a young campus girl, a little narrow and a little free and easy.
"You killed everyone in the Zhimeng?"
"No, they won't die. The master doesn't allow it, and I don't want to kill anyone. They won't die until the final moment, but they all succumbed. In fear, will he be the next one?"
"I won't."
"Your courage is commendable. I hope you can withstand this despair." rA9 slowly disappeared as he spoke.
"Don't leave!" Lu Zhengkang held back for a moment, and the dark space in front of him also dissipated as rA9 left.
In the quiet room, Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes for a moment. He looked around as if he had just woken up from a big dream. He was floating on a foot-thick cloud. These were the physical properties of the elixir, and the Xudan had already been achieved. Originally,
A potion as big as a washbasin was used, but in the end, only a small amount of Xu Dan was produced as small as the nail on the tail finger.
But the good news is that Lu Zhengkang achieved his goal. With this virtual pill, he can use his magic power and transform the elixir with higher efficiency.
In this way, he retreated in the Taoist temple, kneaded the outer elixir, and practiced sealing. A blue thunderbolt was pinched in his hand, like a small orb, and there was a faint muffled thunder.
As soon as he let go of his hand and threw it, the small five-element Yang thunder split and turned into electric branches, roaring and roaring.
Roaring, hitting the gate, the deep red lacquered sandalwood was burnt black, and then a fire ignited. In the firelight, the high-spirited deer Zhengkang carried his luggage, and there was a pure white gas as big as a longan between his beautiful antlers.
The pill is suspended, like a bright moon hanging over the deep forest.
After the Guanmen burned down, two more doors appeared out of thin air, exactly as they were, and the ashes on the ground disappeared.
When Lu Zhengkang saw it, he just shrugged and pushed the door open and walked out.
He was going to continue pushing pictures. He had stayed in Fairy City long enough. It was time to bury all the stories here, atone for all his sins, and then go deeper into the island.