With Huang Chi Dan in hand, Wei Shiqi gained the confidence to practice the "Sword Art" passed down to him by Ruan Jing.
The "Sword Technique" and so on are just words to deceive others. Wei Shiqi knew clearly in his heart that the two secrets Ruan Jing passed on to him were both methods for the demon clan to cultivate their natal objects. The first one used pill fire. Tempering the natal object, the second chapter takes the natal object into the body to practice various magical powers. His natal object happens to be a flying sword, so it is not an exaggeration to call it "Sword Art".
The metal flying sword entered the body, and the flesh, blood, and internal organs collapsed. No matter how many elixirs were taken, it was in vain. Only the tyrannical body of the demon clan could bear it. Fortunately, Wei Shiqi succeeded in practicing the Xiaoyue Gong and inherited it. With Ba Snake's bloodline, he can barely give it a try.
Time was tight, and Lu Wei only agreed to give him seven years. Wei Shiqi lived in seclusion, devoted himself to cultivation, and lived a peaceful and fulfilling life. No one bothered me, and no one paid attention to me. The only people I interacted with on a daily basis were Yu Yao in the quiet room across the street, and Lao Feng in the soup boiling room at the bottom of the plank road. After ten and a half days, I would occasionally show up during the Qingming Festival to chat with him and dance around. Jumped and ran.
Wei Shiqi was neither impatient nor impatient. He spent several months using elixir fire to temper the Hidden Snow Sword. After more than ten attempts, he finally refined the flying sword into a sword pill, as round as a bead. Blue light radiates.
This is only the first step. Although the sword pill is ready, it is not very easy to control. If it is swallowed hastily, it will turn into a flying sword out of control, and there is a risk of intestinal piercing and rotting. He didn't dare to take risks, so he used Dan Fire and Blood Essence to refine the sword pill alternately. It took him more than half a year before the sword pill was functioning as he wished.
They had been working together for nearly a year, and the two bottles of Huang Chi pills were turned upside down, unable to survive. Wei Shiqi had no choice but to shamelessly ask Qingming for the pills. Qingming was not surprised, patting his chest and saying Wrap it around him.
The elixirs are all in the alchemy room.
The alchemy room of Taoist Ziyang is located on the third floor of the Cloud Pavilion. It is a small "half pavilion" on the cliff, with only room for one person to stand leaning on the railing and overlooking the rolling sea of clouds. On the stone wall behind the half pavilion, a convex-shaped stone chamber was opened. It was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. The outer room was used for alchemy. In the middle sat a bronze cauldron with mottled patina. It had not been used for a long time. The inner room contained alchemy and the four walls Stone caves of different sizes were dug out, and porcelain vases and jade boxes were placed there. The strange fragrance filled them, making people feel drunk.
Qingming rummaged around in the alchemy room, and from time to time he picked up an old porcelain bottle, pulled out the stopper, brought it to his nose and smelled it, shook his head, and put it back away. His hands and feet were nimble and he was familiar with the way. He neither knocked over the utensils nor violated the restrictions left by the master. He just worked hard for a while and still couldn't find what he wanted. He scratched his head and muttered in distress: "It's not this, it's not that, where is it hidden?"
Taoist Ziyang hid aside and stared coldly for a long time, seeing that Qingming was about to make a move, and planned to After attacking several important restraining circles, he couldn't help coughing and asked: "What are you looking for?"
Qingming was startled, turned around hurriedly, hid his hands behind his back, his expression Embarrassed, he looked down at his toes and said humbly: "It turns out...it turns out you are here, Master..."
"Well, I've been watching you for a long time. Looking for a solid elixir? "
Qingming denied it, shaking his head like a rattle, "No, no! While looking for the Qiankun Yiqi Pill for Senior Brother Wei, the potency of the Huang Chi Pill has diminished and it is useless to take more. Apart from the Qiankun Yiqi Pill, there is no other pill that is more suitable for him. ”
“There’s no need to look for it, all the Qiankun Yiqi Pills were taken away by Ah Ruan. Well, before in Chixia Valley, Ah Ruan gave him a bottle of Huang Chi Dan, and you gave him two more bottles, which was almost the limit. "Taoist Ziyang pondered for a moment, made a magic formula, immersed his five fingers into the stone wall, and took out a three-inch-high jade bottle from the restraint. It was burnt yellow and shiny like jade.
Qingming sniffed and rubbed his nose. Rubbing his eyes, he stammered: "This is... this is... Wannian Zhiye? Wouldn't it be too wasteful to give it to him? ”
“No waste. He is very important to me. There is no need to be stingy with the elixir. This is like gambling. If you are sure, you have to put all the chips on hand. "Taoist Ziyang glanced at Qingming, threw the jade bottle to him, and warned, "Of the ten thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum collected in Nanhua Valley, only this liquid is left. You are not allowed to steal it. I will give it all to you, Senior Brother Wei." ”
“Yes, I understand. "Qingming has always been greedy and wants to try any panacea. But even after the headmaster said so, he didn't dare to deviate.
"Such a precious thing...forget it, let's not talk about it. It's all in vain..." He played with the jade bottle, muttering in his mouth, full of reluctance.
Taoist Ziyang waved his hand, "Hurry up and give it to him, half a drop at a time is enough. Yes, please be careful for him and don't cause trouble. Well, if someone attacks him, you should leave it alone for now. See how far he has practiced his sword skills and tell me when he comes back. "
Qingming remembered Ruan Jing's life experience and asked tentatively: "He practices Tianhu Ksitigarbha Kung Fu, right? ”
“Be patient and immovable like the earth, meditate deeply like a secret, the Heavenly Fox and Earthly Treasures Skill, was it A Ruan who told you? "
Qingming smiled and said: "I overheard it in the Demon Suppression Tower, but she didn't notice it. "
"Wei Shiqi practiced only one of the Tianhu Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha skills. He refined his natal objects and achieved his natal magical powers. His natal objects happened to be flying swords, and the magical powers he developed were as follows. Sword cultivators are somewhat similar, and outsiders cannot tell the difference. Among the people with this kind of vision on Flowing Stone Peak are Junior Brother Xing and Pu Tianwei, but the third person cannot be found. "
"Senior Brother Wei has made very rapid progress in practicing Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha. In less than a year, he has refined the Zangxue Sword into sword pills. With these Ten Thousand Years Zhizhi Liquid, it is enough for him to practice several natal magical powers. . ”
“It’s better to make progress faster. Big changes are imminent and time waits for us not to wait. If God favors Kunlun and can collect the demon phoenix from Biwu Island, we can still buy some time to make arrangements. Otherwise, Hehe, under the overturned nest, there are still intact eggs! ”
Qingming’s face changed color slightly. He had a vague connection with Taoist Ziyang. Even though he had always been calm, he couldn’t help being shocked at this moment.