In fact, Shui Yunyan didn't expect to finalize this matter with just a few words of her own.
It's nothing more than an introduction to pave the way for the future.
It’s not like you choose a Taoist companion for yourself, just a disciple.
To be honest, it's not really a top priority.
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"The essence of true water, Elder Shui is really interested in it.
This is a spiritual object that is comparable to the essence of hardware. Even though Jinghu Lake is rich in water transport, it will take a lot of effort and time for her to accumulate this gourd."
After listening to Xie Duanyang's words, Yan Kuangge swept his spiritual consciousness into the gourd and opened its mouth.
No matter how he cast the spell, there were strands of green air that he collected like a dragon drawing water.
After closing the stopper and throwing the gourd to Xie Duanyang, Yan Kuangge said calmly.
"My teacher has been collecting this stuff for a long time. There are so many of them that it is useless. Just take half the gourd.
The remaining ones are excellent whether you use them to refine elixirs, brew spiritual wine, or simply take them."
After several rounds of filial piety and rewards, the relationship between their master and disciple has become very different.
Xie Duanyang just thanked him in a low voice and put the gourd away generously, without appearing to be restrained.
But over there, Yan Kuangge's expression became more serious.
"Actually, what your uncle Yunyan said is not bad. You can practice the "Gold Melting Technique" as your teacher.
If you practice double cultivation with a woman who practices the true water technique, harmonizing the yin and yang of water, fire, and then using water to purify metal, it will indeed be of great benefit to your practice.
Shui Changya is good at alchemy and has a very wide network in the sect.
If you become a Taoist couple with her disciples, you will feel relieved after becoming a master."
Listening to him explaining his funeral arrangements, Xie Duanwang hurriedly interrupted with congratulations.
"Master has accumulated enough, and his magic power, body, and spiritual consciousness are far beyond those of ordinary pill-forming monks. Condensing dragons and tigers will definitely succeed in one fell swoop!"
"No one can say for sure when it comes to spiritual practice.
But I have to thank you for the secret technique of spiritual grass that your boy brought me, otherwise I really wouldn’t have much confidence."
Yan Kuangge shook his head and smiled.
"Now that you have completed the first level of the 'Gold-Melting Hand and the Iron-Melting Hand', you can rest assured that you will be in seclusion as a teacher.
Soon after reporting to the master, I will activate all the restrictions in the cave.
Unless our sect is in danger of being exterminated, please do not come to disturb us.
During this period of time, you will handle the affairs of the family on behalf of the master..."
Xie Duanyang frowned and asked in a low voice.
"Master, why not wait for two more years to complete the second level of "Dayan Jue" before formally retreating?"
Yan Kuangge has only just entered the second level of "Dayan Jue" now. Although his spiritual consciousness has increased a lot, he is afraid that it will not increase the probability of successful pill formation.
"There are often unsatisfactory things in the world, and pursuing perfection too much may not be a good thing."
Yan Kuangge clasped his hands together and his tone was as free and easy as it had ever been since Xie Duanyang met him.
"Disciple, you must remember this. Sometimes in practice, you cannot be completely safe. When you take risks, you still have to take risks.
But it’s up to you to experience it yourself.”
After saying this, Yan Kuangge asked himself again about the obstacles to Xie Duanyang's cultivation.
Then I will go into details, especially about the experience when breaking through.
A long time passed before I waved him off.
The next day, the news that the weapon-refining elder Yan Kuangge had gone into retreat spread among the small circle of the alchemy elder and a few foundation-building monks.
Most of the dozens of alchemy-forming monks in the sect sent their disciples to visit them, and they also brought their own gifts.
However, there are not many people who are as generous as Shui Yunyan, and most of them are symbolic.
It's not that they are too stingy, but that Yan Kuangge himself is a master of weapon refining and has inherited some of the legacies left by his predecessors.
Even if he is an ordinary pill-former, his net worth may not be that much better than his, so there is no need for them to give it to him.
This is quite different from the situation of being an elder giving a greeting gift to the younger generation.
After presenting the list to Yan Kuangge, and seeing that he did not need to name them, Xie Duanyang sealed the gifts one by one and deposited them in the storage warehouse in the cave.
Then.
Although the work and rest seem to be the same as before, they still accumulate mana, refine weapons, temper their "iron hands", and practice "Dayan Jue".
But the goal is temporarily achieved, and the master is no longer watching.
Xie Duanyang still felt that he suddenly felt relaxed.
"Counting the time, the time is almost here."
Because I know the plot, but I can’t remember the exact time.
After Xie Duanyang established the foundation, he sent Xie Zhongying to find relationships with shops where he had done business.
In the markets of the two small kingdoms of Jiang and Chai, we found a few low-level monks with rudimentary cultivation.
If I raise three or two spiritual stones every year, what can I do without asking them?
I just want to regularly send back news about the surrounding area, price changes in the market, etc.
Of course there are some true and some false, and there are many random fabrications.
But Xie Duanyang doesn't worry about being deceived at all, he can naturally find the one or two pieces of information he needs.
Now it seems that the time is approaching.
It can take as short as a few months, or as long as more than a year.
Knowing this, Xie Duanyang took out the Hongluo Tianlu that had been idle for a long time.
In the past two years, in pursuit of efficiency, Xie Duanyang has been refining some mid-level and upper-level magic weapons, and has never used this furnace once.
Or just put it on the remaining veins of the earth fire as before and use it as the fire crow's nest.
For almost three years, the demonic energy and earthly fire continued to refine their influence.
Hongluo Tianlu has more spirituality, but in the end there is no obvious change.
Xie Duanyang didn't care at all, he just looked in front of him excitedly.
After two years of feeding, those young crows have fully grown into thirty-six.
Each one has the strength of two or three levels of Qi training.
The original second-level Fire Crow Qi machine has completely reached its peak, and is only one chance away from growing into a third-level spiritual beast comparable to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.
But feeling the pure firepower of it, the benefits it gets should be more than that.
After waving his hand to take away the crow feathers covering the bottom of the furnace, Xie Duanyang looked at the piece of blood chalcedony.
Not seen for three years, the blood chalcedony has also changed slightly.
The height is slightly smaller than before, and the irregular shape is also much rounder, as if a layer of stone skin has been rubbed off.
The dark red luster emitted is much stronger than before, and its effectiveness in stimulating blood vessels has naturally increased.
It's a pity that these fire crows never laid eggs again.
"However, this is enough."
Xie Duanyang muttered in a low voice, and used the spiritual consciousness that was completely cultivated on the first level of "Dayan Jue" to differentiate into twelve paths.
Among the twelve fire crows, the auras are not the strongest, but they are not the weakest either, but rather balanced, and each has more than ten levels of demon power.
But seeing these twelve fire crows with feathers all over their bodies, their eyes were slightly dull, and their bodies stiffened, and they were about to fall from the sky.
When Kankan landed, he flapped his wings and flew up again, his eyes even more lively than before.
Twelve fire crows circled and danced in the air, each occupying a position, forming a faint formation.
Xie Duanyang suddenly felt the air around him tighten.