Time is like flowing water. Fifty years have passed on the road to immortality.
After Yang Huang entered Xuantianmen, he was directly given the position of elder, and there were no restrictions on him. In the past fifty years, he has transformed the purple lotus in the courtyard of his mind, which is Hongmeng Zi.
The air absorbed one tenth.
One-tenth of the Hongmeng Purple Qi actually allowed his cultivation to be directly upgraded from the late stage of the King Realm to the late stage of the Ancient Realm, and he was only a little short of reaching the level of Great Perfection in the Ancient Realm.
The physical realm of the clone has also reached the ninth stage of the middle stage, and is only a little short of being able to break through to the late stage.
Yang Huang has been refining elixirs crazily for the past fifty years and has used a lot of elixirs, but all the elixir-refining materials are provided by Xuantianmen.
He used these elixirs to refine thousands of seventh-level elixirs, with the number reaching hundreds of thousands. This is definitely a very terrifying number. You must know that most seventh-level alchemists may not be able to make continuous changes in fifty years.
Even a seventh-turn elixir cannot be refined.
During these fifty years, Yang Huang was in retreat, but he still sold his elixirs every ten years, selling a thousand seventh-turn elixirs at a time.
This kind of output is already very terrifying. No alchemist on Tongxuan Island can achieve it. Therefore, Yang Huang's name has completely spread.
For a monk, fifty years is not much different from fifty days.
Today, after reaching the late ancient realm in cultivation, Yang Huang finally came out of seclusion. He found that his alchemy level had improved to a level close to the seventh level of perfection in the past fifty years.
Now he needs to do two things. The first is to find Zuo Ci. This fellow obviously has something to tell him.
The second reason is that he wants to find Chen Xiuqin. He once promised that woman that he would find her. The other reason is Tianxiang Pavilion, and Yang Huang needs to go there.
Although it is fifty years late, it does not matter, because fifty years is a very short time for a monk.
Xuantian Sect has the best alchemist in Xuanming City, but this does not mean that all the creatures in the sect are alchemists. In fact, alchemists only account for less than 10%.
"Li Yu, take me to Zuo Ci's place." Yang Huang lived in an ordinary mansion. This was his choice because the elders had the right to choose their address in Xuantianmen at will.
Li Yu is one of his attendants. He is usually responsible for managing the mansion when Yang Huang is away and handing over the elixirs he refined to the sect.
Alchemists in the Xuantian Sect usually choose to hand over the elixirs to the sect, because the sect will purchase them at market prices.
"Okay, sir, please sit down." Li Yu was almost startled when he heard Yang Huang calling Zuo Ci by his first name. However, when he thought about Yang Huang's identity, he felt that it was natural. There were many elders in Xuantian Sect.
Shao, every elder has a very high status.
He quickly took out a medium-sized wooden boat. The wooden boat was floating strangely in the air. He first jumped up and reached the driver's seat. After seeing Yang Huang coming up, he started the wooden boat.
, with just a hiss, the wooden boat disappeared directly into the space.
Xuantianmen, as the largest sects on Tongxuan Island, occupies a terrifyingly large area, so transportation tools are indispensable.
The wooden boat was actually quite a bit slower than Yang Huang himself, but he did enjoy the feeling of using a transportation tool.
After a while, he came to a place among green mountains and green waters. Under a small hill was a small forest with a fenced courtyard in the forest.
Zuo Ci lives here. It seems that he has inherited the good character of thrift and simplicity from the people on earth and likes to live in a humble house. Yang Huang saw a simple thatched house in front of him, with an acre of fertile land outside the house.
of magical herbs and elixirs.
There are many Chinese cabbages growing in the fertile fields, and in Yang Huang's opinion, these Chinese cabbages are definitely not elixirs, but just ordinary cabbages.
Speaking of which, the variety of Chinese cabbage can only be found on the earth, and does not exist on the road to immortality. So just by looking at the Chinese cabbage, you can easily judge that the owner living here is an earthling.
The person who was born.
"Fellow Daoist Yang came at the right time! I just made a pot of good wine!" Zuo Ci's voice came from the fence courtyard immediately after Yang Huang arrived.
Li Yu was trembling with fear, said something to Yang Huang and left quickly.
Yang Huang swaggered into the fence courtyard and pushed open the broken door of the thatched house. To be honest, it was his first time here, but it gave him a feeling of hometown. It was obvious that this was where Zuo Ci lived.
Here's the reason.
It can be seen from this that Zuo Ci is also a nostalgic person, and the main reason is that he has not been away from the earth for a long time.
If you were like Wei Boyang and left the earth for tens of thousands of years, your heart would have become numb and you would miss the earth.
Fifty years ago, Zuo Ci asked Yang Huang to come to Xuantianmen to find him. However, after entering Xuantianmen, he was directly appointed as an elder by Lu Ming, and then began to retreat, so he only came to visit Zuo Ci now. In fact, he had already
Just wanted to come.
The arrangement in the house is very simple, with a mahogany table, a few stools, and a wooden bed with two jade futons placed on it.
A white jade wine bottle had been placed on the table, and a strong fragrance filled the whole room.
"You have spent the past fifty years in seclusion refining elixirs, and I have also been refining elixirs. I have refined tens of thousands of elixirs and dissolved them into this pot of good wine." Zuo Ci said simply, but Yang Huang was shocked.
.
I'm afraid this is a mental illness, right?
It took fifty years to refine tens of thousands of elixirs just to blend them into a pot of wine. Who else but a lunatic could do this?
"Fellow Daoist Yang, sit down quickly!" Zuo Ci seemed very happy because Yang Huang was his fellow countryman and they were born in the same country, so he seemed extremely enthusiastic and asked Yang Huang to sit down opposite him and waved his arm.
, two white jade wine glasses appeared.
Zuo Ci still took matters into his own hands and filled Yang Huang's and his own wine glasses with fine wine.
After discovering that the wine glass was full, Yang Huang picked up the wine glass without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp.
This move made Zuo Ci lose his composure for the first time, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He had specifically told Yang Huang before that he had smelted this wine with tens of thousands of elixirs, implying that he would take good care of himself.
I tasted it, but I didn’t expect that this boy would be so rude and drank it all in one gulp.
"Are you going to make me angry to death?" Zuo Ci puffed his beard and stared, even smoke was rising from his head, which showed how angry he was.
"Is there more?" Yang Huang closed his eyes and felt it for a long time before he asked.
He had indeed drank a little eagerly just now, and he thought that this glass of wine would not cause serious fluctuations in his mind.
But he was wrong. This glass of wine actually made him a little drunk, and his head started to feel dizzy.
This is a very scary thing, because Yang Huang's cultivation level is not the three-flower realm, nor the golden elixir realm, but the late ancient realm among the five realms of King Xuanyuan's ancient path!
Such a state almost means that he will soon reach the top of the road to immortality, because in this world, the strongest monk is the Great Perfection of Taoism.
But Zuo Ci's glass of wine actually made him a little tipsy.
"There's a fart!"
Zuo Ci looked polite, but he couldn't help but uttered a curse word. He waved his arm and took the white jade bottle away before Yang Huang could react.
"I thought you were a fellow who knew how to taste wine, but I didn't expect you not! I wasted a glass of good wine. Do you know how much effort I put into refining this pot of wine?" Zuo Ci said angrily,