Chapter 54 The Fragmented Daoist 16
Although the small pills turned into big pills, more than ten of them were combined into one.
But the smooth surface, the strong medicinal fragrance, and the extremely pure spiritual energy it exudes all declare that it is a top-grade pill.
Top-grade elixirs are rare because they have no side effects and are the best choice for every cultivator.
If you take too many other elixirs, more or less impurities will remain, which is not very friendly to the path of spiritual practice.
However, top-grade elixirs are difficult to refine. Not only does it test the alchemist's skills, but the control of the temperature also requires no mistakes. Therefore, top-grade elixirs are also extremely expensive, and are resources that are only circulated in large sects.
Although the master of Zhengyang Peak is at the peak of the Void Refining Stage, his success rate in producing top-grade elixirs is only 30%.
This time I just casually showed it in front of everyone, and it turned out to be a top-grade pill.
The master of Zhengyang Peak held the big pill in his hand. Although he was impressed by its novel shape, he was more excited in his heart. The last time he produced a furnace of top-grade pills was a few months ago.
The master of Zhengyang Peak subconsciously wanted to hide the pill, but after taking out the bottle, he found that...
This big meatball is almost as big as a bottle, and the bottle mouth is small, so it can't get in at all.
When the Zhengyang Peak Master paused, Xia Shuang Peak Master took out a box and said considerately, "Put it here."
The master of Zhengyang Peak put the big meatball in.
After Peak Master Xia Shuang closed the lid on the box, he quietly put it into his storage ring.
Master of Zhengyang Peak: “…………”
His junior sister's movements really did not involve any pause at all.
Sect Master Yang Yan: “…………”
Tsk, it's too late. He also has an empty box like this.
Peak Master Xia Shuang blinked her eyes. This alchemy furnace was made by her to help her senior brother. It would not be too much to deduct a top-quality one.
No matter how big it is, it is still a star.
The family of four who were watching the eye contact between the three brothers and sisters remained silent.
After the big meatball disappeared, Yan Xia suppressed the urge to eat the lion's head.
Although the shape of this first furnace is a bit strange, overall the result is still ten times better.
In order to continue the experiment, the master of Zhengyang Peak started to refine the second furnace after a short rest.
The people in the hall did not leave either. They chatted in low voices while waiting for the second furnace to be started.
Unlike the first time when he was so cautious, the master of Zhengyang Peak acted much faster this time and started the furnace half an hour earlier.
The few people who were originally sitting and drinking tea and chatting quickly stood up and gathered around the alchemy furnace.
Yan Xia grabbed the best viewing spot with his nimble steps.
Once again, under everyone's anticipation, the master of Zhengyang Peak held his breath and started the furnace.
Before anyone could even reach out to take it out, Yan Xia was the first to see what was inside the alchemy furnace. Inside was a round...cake? ?
Yan Xia's family of four: "…………"
This shape...why does it look familiar?
Isn’t this exactly the same as the small sugar egg pancakes they had eaten in the secret realm before?
The small sugar egg pancake is as big as a bowl, small and round, soft, glutinous and milky.
And this small medicine...cake is also as big as a bowl and has a fragrant medicinal aroma.
Apart from the scent and color, there is almost no difference from the outside.
The four members of Yan Xia's family looked familiar, but the people from Feiyu Sect were filled with confusion that was hard to describe.
The master of Zhengyang Peak gently took out the small medicine cake. He stared at the large round object in his palm without saying a word.
It was obvious that he didn't know what to say. After all, although the shape of this pill was a bit strange, it was a genuine top-grade pill.
Good news, another top-grade pill has appeared.
Bad news, this pill looks like a pancake.
Peak Master Xia Shuang laughed again and said something similar to what he said when the first furnace was opened.
Meanwhile, Sect Master Yang Yan quietly took out an empty box and said, "Put it here."
I can only say that they are worthy of being senior and junior brothers and sisters. What they say is so similar, not even a single word is different.
Seeing Sect Master Yang Yan putting away the box very naturally, the head of Zhengyang Peak said: “…………”
The head brother is so shameless.
Peak Master Xia Shuang, who was still laughing, said: “…………”
Oops, too slow!
While the three of them were fighting with each other for the top-grade elixir, Yan Xia silently stared at the small blue flame that the master of Zhengyang Peak had not put away for several times.
The little blue flame jumped.
Yan Xia's brows twitched. He had never realized before that he had learned from others to such an extent.
Not only does it burn under a big iron pot, it also learns the shape.
Su Wenyin also said leisurely, "You have a strong learning ability."
Not only was the big meatball as round as a ball, but this cake was also as round as if it were drawn according to the dimensions.
After a short rest, the unwilling master of Zhengyang Peak started the third furnace.
When it was completely dark, the master of Zhengyang Peak finally did not produce a big meatball or a small round cake this time, but...
A small square that looks very much like a pastry.
Perhaps because he was mentally prepared, the master of Zhengyang Peak did not hesitate this time. He quickly packed up the small square top-grade pill and did not give his brothers and sisters any chance.
Peak Master Xia Shuang and Sect Master Yang Yan both curled their lips.
Tsk, so stingy.
Yan Xia, who had been watching from morning to midnight, finally couldn't help but yawn.
Anyway, the answer to the third furnace was known, and Yan Xia was taken back to their temporary cave by his mother.
Although I really want to know what else I can train.
But the wait was too long, so they left.
After seeing off Yan Xia and the other three, the master of Zhengyang Peak did not rest. Under the watchful eyes of his fellow brothers and sisters, he began to refine the fourth furnace.
Two days passed like this, and finally the master of Zhengyang Peak finished his refining when his spiritual energy was exhausted.
Although Yan Xia did not participate in the later part, he could ask, and then he learned that the master of Zhengyang Peak had harvested two large meatballs in the next few furnaces, one of which was two irregular fan shapes.
If he hadn't heard this description, Yan Xia would have almost forgotten that he had made a butterfly sugar painting when he was bored in the secret realm. It was also his first attempt and he failed in the end and the shape was also ugly.
I didn't expect that this little Holy Fire would learn this too.
Yan Xia inquired carefully again with mixed feelings, and still got two pieces of news, one good and one bad.
The good news is that the rate of producing top-grade pills has increased from 30% to 90%.
The bad news is that the shape of the pill is indeed uncontrollable and very random.
The master of Zhengyang Peak felt both excited and indescribable when he was meditating and regulating his breathing to recover his spiritual power.
As a result, Yan Xia saw the master of Zhengyang Peak holding a small blue flame several times later, muttering in an empty place. No one knew what he was saying, but his attitude seemed like he was trying to coax an angry fellow Taoist.
I guess we can guess the content roughly. It's nothing more than a humbly request to the Holy Bodhi Fire not to have so many ideas about the appearance of the pills. Small and round ones should be their final destination.
Yan Xia saw from afar that the little flame was jumping happily, but he didn't know whether it had heard what the master of Zhengyang Peak said.
Two more days passed at Zhengyang Peak.
That day, when Ms. Su saw the young disciples of Feiyu Sect coming back from the foot of the mountain chatting and laughing, she suggested that she also want to go for a walk down the mountain.
When they came to Feiyu Sect, they took the Flying Palace. They flew very high and only saw it from afar. It seemed like there was a town on the ground, but they didn't take a closer look.
Naturally, Yan Xia and his two sons had no objection to this proposal.
When Sect Master Yang Yan learned that they were going down the mountain, he sent a few people to act as guides.
Peak Master Xia Shuang is one of them. In her words...
Brother Zhengyang, you haven't figured out how to make the elixir yet, so you shouldn't go down the mountain.
She is fine, she has a lot of free time, she can walk with the elders.
The master of Zhengyang Peak, who really wanted to communicate with the Holy Fire, agreed and sent his younger disciple He Lekang out. The master of Yangyan Sect also sent his eldest disciple He Huarong.
Yan Xia and his friends had originally planned to just go down the mountain and take a walk, but they couldn't refuse the kindness of the peak masters, so they decided to have a few locals act as guides.
Although it seems like these people haven't come down the mountain for a long time.
The team of seven people flew in the air on their swords. Although the mountain top of Feiyu Sect was high, it would not take long to fly down the mountain on the swords.
After about a quarter of an hour, Yan Xia, standing on the sword, saw the crowd on the ground becoming clearer and clearer, from the original small ants to the human body shape, but for some reason, it felt a little dazzling.
It seems like a familiar feeling.
Until... they were about to land.
Yan Xia finally realized that this familiar feeling actually came from himself.
I saw the crowd on the ground...
It's so colorful!!
Some people have red hair, some wear green clothes, and there are all kinds of colors. It is simply a paradise for color lovers, so colorful that it is dazzling.
When his feet touched the ground, Yan Xia put away his sword and touched his hair which was still changing in seven colors.
After looking at each other's mother, they saw similar emotions in each other's eyes.
…………
Could it be that... their hair color has spread down the mountain?
Peak Master Xia Shuang's expression was both exaggerated and curious: "It makes me want to make one too."
Looking at Yan Xia, who had a waterfall of black hair: "…………"
Yes, but it is not necessary, black looks good too.
Su Wenyin, who is also a woman, sincerely suggested: "You can try lavender."
She had lived here in her previous life, so she looked particularly young.
Peak Master Xia Shuang had a serious look on his face: "Then listen to the elders."
In just a few words, your new image is determined.
Yan Xia did not join the discussion of which hair color looked better. His eyes turned to He Lekang next to him and he noticed that the boy's face was a little red again.
If you think about it, you can understand that, apart from the fact that this is not their own territory, the most important thing is this Lingcheng......
There are really a lot of people!!
When they landed on the ground with their swords, they did not attract any attention because there were so many people flying around.
Yan Xia looked puzzled: "Have there always been so many people in Lingcheng?"
In addition to ordinary people, there are actually quite a few cultivators coming and going.
As soon as he asked this question, except for his own three people, the eyes of the three people from Feiyu Sect fell directly on him.
Yan Xia: “???”
Why do you look at him like that? Is there anything wrong with this?
Peak Master Xia Shuang: "Don't you know why there are so many people?"
The tone sounded extremely confused.
Yan Xia was also very confused. Should he know?
Peak Master Xia Shuang turned his gaze towards Su Wenyin. Yan Xia followed his gaze and found that his mother seemed to understand a little bit.
Before Yan Xia opened his mouth to ask, he heard a monk with a loud voice on the side of the road looking at an ordinary farmer with a bucket of water in front of him and said, "No need to change the one hundred."
After saying that, he handed over a cloth bag. Yan Xia took a look with his sharp eyes and saw that it was full of top-grade spirit stones.
After the monk handed the cloth bag to the ordinary farmer, he picked up the bucket of water, put it into the ring and flew away.
One hundred high-quality spirit stones to buy a bucket of water! !
Yan Xia was shocked.
The last time he sold a bowl of porridge in the secret realm, he only charged five low-grade spirit stones, which was already a very expensive fee.
Are the prices down here so mysterious?
wrong……
Yan Xia stared at another auntie who was carrying water out to trade. The water looked more and more familiar. The spiritual energy and smell...
Isn’t it exactly the same as the rain that fell that day when the heaven sent down lightning to strike the stone next to his mother twenty-nine times?
This thing can actually be sold for money? And it's so expensive?!
but……
This doesn’t seem to be the point. The point is that he kind of understands why everyone is colorful.
As if to verify his guess, after Yan Xia and his companions walked a short distance away, they saw a lot of people sitting in front of a teahouse, and it was crowded inside and outside.
Some people, who had no seats, sat on the floor, and stretched their heads to look into the teahouse.
All of them were monks with sharp ears and eyes, so they could hear the loud storyteller's voice coming from the teahouse without having to go near.
He said, "In the previous chapters, we talked about the battle between Taoist Master Ziyin and the great demon Wuliang. This time, let's talk about Taoist Master Ziyin's son, Taoist Master Zixia."
"This Taoist Master Zixia is extraordinary. It is said that he was born in the middle stage of Qi training, established his foundation at the age of three, formed a golden elixir at the age of five, and formed an infant at the age of seven... He is a well-known child of destiny in the Eastern Tang Dynasty."
The moment the storyteller paused, there was a burst of exclamations from inside and outside the teahouse.
The person involved, Yan Xia, who was standing not far away: “????”
What the hell is this talking about?? ! !
How come he doesn't know about such a powerful thing?
And there are the three-year-old foundation building and the five-year-old golden elixir...
If things were developing this way, he should have ascended by now.
When Yan Xia's mouth twitched.
Su Wenyin laughed out loud at the side, and it was a loud laugh. It was a very exaggerated laugh, and she only stopped when tears were about to come out. People passing by looked at them several times.
Yan Feiyue and Yan Ji's shoulders were also shaking slightly. It was obvious that they wanted to hold it back, but they really couldn't.
The three people from Feiyu Sect didn't quite understand why the elders were laughing like that. Although they also felt that this statement was a little exaggerated, but...
This family is the kind of people that even Heaven won’t strike down?! Not to mention the past five thousand years, even since the formation of Hunyuan Continent, there has never been anyone who can make Heaven obey.
So the exaggeration is probably not that exaggerated, so why is he laughing like that?
Yan Xia also wanted to ask this question, and his mother was not only laughing outside, she also ran into his sea of consciousness and laughed.
[Twenty-eight Girl]: "Hahaha, he's already built his foundation at the age of three! Obviously at the age of four he couldn't even count to 500."
Yan Xia listened to this devilish laughter: "…………"
It’s my mother, no doubt about it.
If he had known earlier, he should have proposed to go down the mountain to play a few days ago. Didn’t he hear what the storyteller said? The previous chapters were all about his mother fighting a big devil. I don’t know what the storyteller said at that time?
Yan Xia didn't know what the storyteller said about his mother, but he could hear it clearly now.
It was already saying that when he was ten years old, he went out alone to gain experience and fought against a group of monsters alone.
The tea drinkers below were listening to the croaking of frogs.
Yan Xia, who was pulled outside the teahouse by his own mother to listen closely, said: “…………”
The soles of his shoes were almost dug through by his toes.
It turned out that the quality of his shoes was quite good. Yan Xia was held down by his mother's shoulders and stood outside the teahouse for about half an hour, but his shoes did not fall apart in the end.
After the storyteller said, "To know what happens next, please listen to the next analysis," Yan Xia's shoulders were finally released by his mother with reluctance.
It was obvious that people had not heard enough, but the storyteller stopped talking.
However, although the storyteller's voice was no longer in the teahouse, one could still hear many exaggerated remarks from the dispersing crowd and from the vendors on both sides of the street.
Yan Xia listened numbly for a long time before finally understanding to what extent his family was famous in Lingcheng.
At first, ordinary people naturally didn’t care so much about the rumored elders in the Tribulation Period. After all, his life was too different from theirs.
Until the rain came, Yan Xia heard from many people along the way that the rain was so effective that it cured all diseases. Many people with chronic diseases not only recovered, but the crops in the fields also grew several times faster. The key point was that many people from other towns actually wanted to buy water from them.
In addition to improving my health and making my crops stronger, I also gained an unexpected source of income.
These days in Lingcheng, the people are as happy as if it is New Year, with big smiles on their faces and looking very happy.
Come to think of it, the higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is to advance further, and some people do not necessarily break through in the sect.
The range of rain is limited. If people are experiencing thunderstorm outside, the rain will not be able to protect the people living down the mountain.
What’s more, it was a blessing that came after the tribulation period. The last time it happened was more than 1,500 years ago, while the average life expectancy of ordinary people was only a few decades.
There are nearly dozens of generations between them. How could such a rare event not make the people of Lingcheng excited?
And they showed their excitement in more ways than one.
For example, at this moment, Su Wenyin visited a store selling ready-made clothes.
Because the constantly changing colorful hair on Yan Xia and his mother's heads announced their identity as monks.
Ordinary people cannot withstand the poison of the colorful ice beads, so the colorful hair you see on the street is probably dyed with various plants. Some people don’t know how to do it, so they tie colorful headbands on their heads.
Anyway, the main point is a...
It will be enough if you can get in touch with a few Taoist priests.
Because they were monks, the shop owner greeted them warmly as soon as they entered the door.
"What do you want to buy?"
Su Wenyin raised her hand: "Just take a look."
As he spoke, his eyes moved to the conspicuous piece of clothing hanging in the middle. It was hard not to notice that piece of clothing, it was just like a colorful peacock that had turned into a spirit.
Seeing that the Taoist priests were all looking at his treasure, the owner looked a little proud and asked, "Do you Taoist priests like this?"
"This piece of clothing has a great origin. It is said that it is the same style as that of the old ancestor Zixia. I ran several times to get this one."
Su Wenyin burst out laughing, and Yan Jiyan, who was flying behind him, also let out a loud cough.
Yan Xia was left standing there: “………………”
I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense! !
He hasn't worn anything this fancy since he was fifteen!!
The shop owner didn't know, and his tone was very confident, and it was obvious that he believed these rumors.
After Su Wenyin had laughed enough, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Let's take this one."
Yan Xia: “…………”
The memory of being five years old suddenly attacked him.
He vaguely remembered that year, his mother took him to try on a flowery dress that she was going to give to a little girl from a relative's family.
In order to prevent the memory from reappearing, when the shop owner took down the skirt, Yan Xia took a quick step forward and put it into the ring.
Once it entered his ring, it would be difficult to get it out again.
Su Wenyin didn't try to grab it either, because she bought it just for fun.
However, the way the three people from Feiyu Sect looked at Yan Xia changed a little.
You move so quickly, could it be that you really like it?
The aesthetic is really unique.
In addition to the store's treasure, Su Wenyin also bought one or two pieces of clothing for each of the four members of the family.
They had done some serious work since they came down the mountain. Not long after they came out of the store, they walked to the most prosperous city lord's mansion and saw four large statues placed next to the city wall. The facial features of the statues were very uniform and the sculptures were very beautiful.
The heads of two of the statues were dyed blue.
Peak Master Xia Shuang said, "This is the statue of the elders that the disciples mentioned."
A family of four: “…………”
It turns out that everyone knows it except them.
Yan Xia stared at one of the green-haired statues in silence.
He thought that what he had encountered along the way was outrageous enough, but there was something even more outrageous.
Wouldn't it be a bit exaggerated to erect a statue?
and……
Next to the standing statue there is a man carrying a bucket and dyeing his green hair into blue.
It is not difficult to see that there are probably people who paint their hair every day.
Even the two black-haired statues nearby were not spared, and another person took a bucket and repainted them black.
Yan Feiyue and Yan Ji: “…………”
Too thoughtful.
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