Li Yan stood in the red maple forest. "Master Bloodleaf said that he got the red mother essence in the center of the red maple pond. Although this maple forest is thousands of miles wide, it is not difficult to find it there!"
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Looking at the beautiful sunset in front of him again, Li Yan had quietly lifted into the sky.
After hundreds of miles of journey, Li Yan should have arrived soon, but he still adopted the trend of flying high and slow, trying to increase his speed while avoiding attracting attention, until in the middle of the night, Li Yan appeared in his consciousness
There are three huge maple trees rising into the sky.
The three trees were arranged in a "pin" shape, standing out among the large maple forest. Li Yan had quietly descended down when he was still a hundred miles away from the three giant trees.
According to Master Xueye, the center of the Red Maple Pond is usually where monks gather. There is a pond there, and there is a palace under the pond. It was there that he obtained the Red Mother Essence, but they robbed it.
In the killing, more than thirty foundation-building monks died at that time, and even Master Xueye escaped with his life by luck.
The reason why Li Yan fell down a hundred miles away was because in his consciousness, there were nearly a dozen powerful auras coming from the center. A total of seventeen monks were in a clear pool surrounded by three big trees.
shore.
"These should be people who plan to enter the palace under the water. No wonder Master Xueye said that there are several places on the second floor where many monks gather every day."
After Li Yan landed, he stood on top of the thick maple leaves. He did not move forward in a hurry, but quietly released his spiritual consciousness to sense the place carefully.
Suddenly, Li Yan's expression changed, "I was discovered." .??.
Just when Li Yan wanted to take a closer look and decide how to get there, his consciousness swept over slowly and very carefully. Under the three big trees, there was a pool of water with a radius of more than 300 feet.
Surrounded by three maple trees in a triangle shape.
At this moment, there are seventeen monks on the shore of Tan Lake, either in groups of three or two, or alone, with glaring eyes on each other. Sometimes their eyes fall on each other to show hostility, but their eyes are sneaking glances from time to time.
Moving to a certain place, the look in his eyes instantly changed to one of fear.
Under a giant tree by the lake, there is a person quietly leaning on the tree pole that only a dozen people can surround.
This man is about thirty years old. He looks like a Confucian scholar. He is dressed in a green shirt, holds a folding fan in his hand, and wears a square scarf on his head. He has a slender figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes. There is a scholar standing beside him, and he carries a bamboo on his shoulder.
The basket on his back was covered with an oilcloth cover. It was the master and servant that Li Yan met before entering the tower.
Just when Li Yan saw him with his spiritual consciousness, the Confucian scholar in blue shirt who had always been calm suddenly turned his head and smiled in Li Yan's direction, which made Li Yan break into a cold sweat.
His whereabouts have been discovered by this person, but he did not tell the truth That's all, I didn't expect him to be here.
At this moment, he was still a hundred miles away from the center of Red Maple Pond. He had already used the "Sneaking and Hiding at Night" technique, but he was still discovered by the opponent. It seemed that when he quietly flew close just now, he should have fallen into the opponent's spirit.
in consciousness.
When he was outside the tower, Li Yan secretly used his spiritual consciousness to detect the other party, but the middle-aged Confucian scholar in blue shirt only felt empty, with no trace of spiritual power flowing out at all, just like a mortal. This is what made Li Yan
The most reason to be vigilant.
"Could it be the middle-to-late Jindan monks? Don't they like to go to the third floor of the tower? Why are they stuck on the second floor? They probably don't like the things here."
Li Yan is confident that his spiritual consciousness has already surpassed the ordinary early stage of the golden elixir, but it is still not as good as the middle stage of the golden elixir. He had already used the "sneaking and hiding at night" technique when flying before, which was also one of the reasons why he flew slowly, but that
"Sneaking and hiding at night" is not the best state.
I am now in the most stable state, when I am exerting the maximum effect of "stealth and hiding at night", but my consciousness is still locked by the other party. It is really terrifying.
Li Yan did not imagine that the other party was a Yuanying monk. The possibility was too low. Even Jindan monks staying on the second floor were rare. After all, there was nothing here that could interest them.
Li Yan felt that the other party was frightened, but the middle-aged scholar in blue shirt was even more shocked.
"This little guy's hiding method is very wonderful. If I hadn't discovered him before when he was flying in the air, if he had been in this motionless state, or even moved slowly, it would have been difficult for me to find him. Moreover, his magic
The power of consciousness is very strong. This power of divine consciousness is not only thick and concentrated, but has already surpassed ordinary golden elixir monks.
This skill is neither Taoist nor Buddhist, and it is not as sharp as swordsmanship, but it is very unpredictable. Even among the first-class sects, I have never heard of such a skill. Could it be that it comes from the sprite sect or a certain hermit?
Isn’t this sect successful?”
The middle-aged Confucian scholar in blue shirt turned back with a faint smile on his face, but he was suspicious in his heart.
If Li Yan were here and heard what the middle-aged Confucian scholar in green shirt said, he would definitely be shocked. He had already judged that this person was inseparable just through Li Yan's spiritual consciousness. The only mistake was that Li Yan's cultivation was Guishui.
It's just a true scripture. The Kung Fu Sect's techniques are inherently cunning and changeable, and they don't follow the path of neutrality. However, they are similar to the Guishui True Scripture.
"Sir, you see, those people are afraid of you and are staying away from us. I have said it before,
I don't want you to stay here, I will go down and find what I want. Now that you show up, I have lost my fun. Also, what were you laughing at just now?"
At this time, the book boy standing on one side with a bamboo basket on his back looked away at the other monks on the shore of the lake, curled his mouth slightly downward, and said dissatisfiedly.
When he retracted his gaze, he happened to see his young master turning back with a smile on his face. This made him dissatisfied and a little puzzled at the same time.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced sideways at the boy, "Bro, do you think the palace under the pool of water is easy to get to? The total number of monks who entered the second floor is estimated to be two to three hundred, and at least half of them know how to do it."
came here.
There are two places in this palace that even the Golden Core cultivators dare not say can come and go at will. Even if a Golden Core cultivator accidentally falls into it, it is possible. I came here to check it out before I leave.
Tell you something. ??
Although this palace was first explored by Nascent Soul monks, it was later cleared out by Golden Pill monks. However, some of the cultivation resources here are renewable, so occasionally there will still be Golden Pill monks who come here to look for something. I It's not unexpected to appear here.
With your cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, I am afraid that you want to win the entrance spot tomorrow morning. Although you are sure of it, it is only possible because of the jade talisman I gave you to hide your cultivation and a sudden explosion."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the book boy he called Bro and said softly, but the book boy looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was actually a level higher than Li Yan in terms of level.
Bro tied up the backpacks on his shoulders with his hands, then raised the corner of his mouth and said with some dissatisfaction, "Sir, what are you talking about? Today, in the late stage of foundation establishment, there are only eight foundation establishment Dzogchen and fake alchemy monks in total. , it’s not long before dawn.
Even if there are only twelve places to enter every day, even if someone else comes, I think the top ten will still be fine. As for entering the palace, I went straight to the destination. There are various magic weapons given by the young master, unless I encounter Only the golden elixir monks can make me afraid."
The middle-aged scholar in blue shirt frowned, but he had a gentle personality and rarely lost his temper, so he still spoke slowly.
"Bro, your cultivation level is not the result of actual practice. If you were placed in a normal sect, there wouldn't be so many pills for you to swallow. You clearly have three lines of earth spirit roots, but your personality is too out of the ordinary. , you are always unable to practice quietly, and every time you hit a bottleneck, you swallow the 'Foundation Pill' on your own initiative. Alas, if this continues, it will be extremely detrimental to you, and it will be difficult to form the pill in the future."
"Young Master, isn't it just for me to enter this place to form an elixir?" Do you need it? If we find that medicinal material, with your master’s alchemy skills, it will be easy to refine ten or eight dust-free elixirs.”
When the scholar saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar talking about his swallowing of pills, he couldn't help but interrupt the topic.
You can let him do anything on a daily basis, but you can't let him meditate in seclusion, otherwise he will go crazy. Think about how he can endure months, even years, of not eating or drinking, just practicing hard, but he knows My own young master feels sorry for him, and with his alchemy skills, it is difficult for others to build a foundation and form an elixir, but there is still hope for him to let him form an elixir.
After hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar in green shirt shook his head slightly, "Actually, after adding this medicinal material, I am not sure. This may not be the 'Wuxing Pill' anymore. Eight out of ten? Fortunately, you said so." out,
The material of the 'Wuxin Pill' itself is very difficult to find. You can think of it as the Qi Refining Pill, which is all over the street. There is at most one.
But this medicine is not something you have to swallow. It is just an auxiliary method when the final impact of the golden elixir is critical. I stopped the elixir for you three years ago, so you have not yet reached the level of building. The state of great perfection.
You must have felt the difficulty of promotion now. This is caused by your unstable foundation. Although your current state is good, there are several late-stage foundation-building monks over there who are fighting against you. Unless you use the magic weapon I gave you, otherwise , you are less than 30% sure of winning..."
Speaking of this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar in Qingshan sighed. Bro is the great-grandson of his old servant. The old servant died many years ago due to the failure of elixir formation. Before his death, the old servant hoped that the middle-aged Confucian scholar in Qingshan For the sake of his decades of hard service, he was able to take care of the only great-grandson in his family who had the spiritual roots to cultivate immortality, and that was Bro.
Although the immortal cultivator was meager by nature, the old servant still had some incestuous feelings when he watched the middle-aged Confucian scholar in blue shirt grow up in illusion. When he first met Bro, he saw that his spiritual roots were rare. He was overjoyed that he had three lines of earthly spiritual roots, and immediately thought of accepting him as his disciple. However, after some investigation, he was helplessly found that he had wasted such spiritual roots in vain.
Although he had been severely scolded, Bro just couldn't meditate for a long time to practice, so in the end he had to use pills to assist him. With the help of pills, the progress of the earth spirit root was beyond the reach of ordinary monks. It was just that the foundation was not solid. In the end, I had to treat him as a book boy.
This time he came here because he had obtained an elixir recipe a few years ago, which was an improved "Wuchen elixir". It was said that it could once again increase the probability of elixir formation, so the middle-aged scholar planned to do the last thing for Bro. , in the future, he will work hard for his own baby, traveling around the world alone, searching for immortal fate, and looking for the vague road to heaven.