Immortal Spirit Temple, the secret room of the Alchemy Hall.
Yan Jing, who was wearing a gray monk's robe, had a slightly serious look on his face. He stretched out his slender index finger and kept stroking it in the air. Silks of soft white light crisscrossed and circled around a suspended drop of green viscous liquid.
As the penetration of white light increases, the green liquid gradually blooms brightly, as beautiful as a gem.
The inside is transparent, clear and pure with no impurities.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Yan Jing waved her fingers in a circle, and all the white light was submerged into the bright liquid. The light in the air dimmed, and the strange scenes in the room disappeared. She had already put away the drop of dry wood liquid, and the corners of her mouth showed
A hint of joyful smile added to her charming face.
As an alchemist, she needs enough high-end medicinal materials to refine elixirs and improve her mental state.
She had been looking forward to the temple master returning to the mountain as soon as possible, and sure enough, the temple master brought her five kilograms of thousand-year-old Ningmu Xuan liquid, half a two-thousand-year-old Zixu ginseng, two rare Xuanmu crystals, and several thousand-year-old Xuanmu crystals.
All Fenling medicinal materials are incomplete, half a pill, or 40 to 50 percent. However, the used medicinal materials are well preserved and have not lost their medicinal properties.
A large number of other ghost-headed mushrooms, ghost grass, cold silk ink grass and low-level soul stones, etc., except for occasional use in preparing medicine, she gave them to other alchemists in the Alchemy Hall to refine them into medicines, and everyone was happy.
She will spend another twenty or thirty years slowly developing the rare medicinal materials brought to her by the temple owner.
For her, refining alchemy is practice, and her knowledge is always new, so there is no need to rush for a while.
She is not in a hurry, and she will find a way to satisfy her classmates' needs for elixirs. There are all kinds of talents in Xianlingguan, and there is no need for her to go out to fight. When she has free time, she goes to Qingzheng Villa to teach the disciples and tell her story
Understanding of elixirs, medicines and medicine.
She likes a spiritual life without fighting. There is no need for intrigues or flattery. She usually reads more books and thinks alone.
You can ignore the classmates you don't like, live a quiet life for yourself, how nice it is.
In her early years, she had fallen in love with an outstanding young man who was full of sunshine. Who knew that after not seeing her for several years, that handsome and intelligent man would grow up and turn into someone she hated.
It took several years to bury the unseen feelings.
After walking out of the restricted secret room, Yan Jing glanced at the round-faced woman sitting in front of the tea table, leisurely drinking her own tea. She smiled and said jokingly: "It's for your husband-in-law again, come to my place to find some rare things."
The elixir goes back?"
Except for Shang Qingyun and Zhang Xuanyan in front of her, there are only a few people in the outer hall of her alchemy room. Anyone else needs her permission to enter. The master of the temple, the mountain chief, respects his identity and always goes to the hall of the alchemy hall every time he comes back.
Discuss.
Shang Qingyun smiled and scolded: "Jingjing, put away your angry face of a little family who looks at everyone like a thief, why don't you want me to come and see you? What this sister is doing is not interesting, and you don't usually go to my place.
Walking around makes my sisters feel chilled."
Yan Jingcai didn't believe that her friend, who was now a married woman, was telling lies. She sat down, tapped the tea table with her fingertips, and urged her to pour tea, saying: "I will go to your room to listen to you show off your love as a husband and wife, and the husband and wife will follow each other? Don't come here anymore."
Come on, don’t talk in circles. If you have anything, just say it. Whether it can be done depends on the situation.”
Shang Qingyun poured a cup of tea for the other person, and said with unchanged smile: "I want to go back to the countryside and live a peaceful life in a few years."
Yan Jing stared at her friend for a long time and asked in a low voice: "Is Wei Jingjie thinking about other things?"
Shang Qingyun sighed and shook his head: "No, he dares!"
"Just wait for me for a few more years. The temple master has brought me a lot of rare medicinal materials this time. I'll spend some time going to Daolu Academy to look through ancient books and ask some fourth-level alchemists for advice. I can find a way. Don't be anxious. Be patient for a few years."
Yan Jing tried his best to persuade.
Practicing the path of death can also be resumed. There are records of this in the classics. No matter how difficult it is, you have to find a way.
Shang Qingyun lowered his eyes and said: "I don't want to delay Jingjie any longer. You still have the training time of your sisters. Your beauty is fleeting. I want to leave him a legacy for future generations while he is still young..."
"Stop saying these shameless and shameless words."
Yan Jing wanted to knock the opponent on the other side's head, "Xuan Yan and her husband Lao Tie both failed to advance a few years ago and stopped at the third level. He
I won’t give you any more advice to return to the countryside. People live and fly together, and you must listen to me. If your old Wei dares to dislike you, I will ask Qingru to argue with him. Wait for me for a few more years, and don’t think nonsense. .”
Shang Qingyun suddenly covered his face and swallowed: "It's so hard, so hard..."
"No matter how difficult it is, you have to endure it. We are all trying to find a way. You must not let down your heart and let us down."
Yan Jing's comfort was different from ordinary people's.
She won't care about other classmates who failed to advance to Jindan. There are too many and she can't care about them. But she can't ignore the good sisters who have been through life and death. In fact, she has no idea at all. She doesn't know when Master Zhao will return to the mountain?
No, she had to send a message to Uncle Zhao who was far away in the Western Continent and ask him, who had already advanced to the fifth level, to come up with some ideas.
In the secluded environment of Moling, in front of the stone castle.
Zhang Wenfeng carefully analyzed to Xiao Ni'er the pros and cons of asking experts to help her resolve the restrictions in the demon consciousness that she could not detect. The old turtle was too forbearing, so he had to dispel Xiao Ni'er's concerns and said: "How about You go back to Liuzhihe and discuss it with Yang Shuilan or Lezi. You must not go back to Waveland Lake like this."
Xiao Ni'er looked at the young man's troubles and had a strong opinion in his heart. He said: "You can't disturb the retreat of the queen. I don't know as much as I do. I will follow the master's suggestion and ask your friend to take action. I am not afraid of life or death." Again. He raised his head and nervously added: "I believe in the Master Guanzhu."
It was a matter of life and death, how could she not be afraid?
Zhang Wenfeng rubbed the little guy's head and said with a smile: "Let's go, I'll ask an expert to help."
The two of them walked a hundred miles away, and Zhang Wenfeng raised his hands in the air and said hello.
Soon, the tall figure of the old man Fushan appeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance. He came closer in a few steps, exchanged a few words with each other, congratulated Guanzhu Zhang on his promotion to the fifth level, and praised some polite words of "Young and promising, boundless path to immortality."
The moment Old Fushan appeared, Xiao Ni'er felt terrified. She instinctively sensed how powerful he was.
Your Majesty is right, there are many crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and masters in this world.
Zhang Wenfeng did not beat around the bush and briefly described Xiao Ni'er's experience to Old Fushan. During the battlefield outside the territory, Jiu Ming, although he had no dealings with Old Fushan, still said that the three old monsters were trustworthy.
Old Fushan squinted his eyes and looked at Xiao Ni'er, who was hunching his neck, and asked with a smile: "Let me take a look at it, what do you think?"
Xiao Ni'er was more well-behaved than Liande at this moment, nodding his head, "Senior, please, please cast a spell."
"Let's take a look, you don't need to be too nervous."
Old Man Fushan didn't make any boasts. He put his hand on the little carp's forehead and inspected it carefully for a moment. Then he suddenly grabbed it with his palm and captured all the water vapor lingering in the little carp's demon consciousness without disturbing the silence. Half a point of dragon soul.
It's not difficult for people to meet, it's just a piece of cake for him.
Xiao Ni'er was frightened and subconsciously flew back to get out of the way.
Old Man Fushan smiled and spread his palms, and a mysterious forbidden area with swirling water vapor in the shape of a three-dimensional turtle pattern appeared in the sky. It was still flowing under the sunlight and was looming. He asked with a smile: "Do you live on the island of Bolang Lake Mountain Lake of the Monster Clan?"
Inside the Shifeng Cave?"
"I live there occasionally. Senior has been to Shanhu Island before?"
Xiao Ni'er recognized the aura hidden in the turtle pattern restriction in front of her, which was exactly the same as the aura on Guifang's body.
There were mixed feelings in her heart, and the old turtle was hidden so deeply by her calling him back and forth.
The small island was renamed Qingni Island by her. The old demon in front of her had a relationship with Wave Waves. Maybe she also knew Turtle Fudo?