Qi Wuhuo pressed the alchemy furnace with one hand, and his vital energy circulated and changed. He put many herbal liquids into it, and then refined the medicinal properties and condensed them into Yang Yuan Pills. In fact, his alchemy technique was not very sophisticated, and it showed some immaturity in many places, and even obvious mistakes.

Some of these mountain gods are more skilled in alchemy than him.

But when the young man raised his hand, he used the power of the mountain god to draw the light of the sun and the moon. With just a raise of his hand, there was a majestic scene that had never been seen before.

They have been in the world for three to five hundred years, using the sun and the moon to make elixirs, but they have never seen anyone do this with just a wave of their hands!

The flow of sun and moon was incorporated into the elixir. Qi Wuhuo's understanding of the alchemy method only came from the general principles, but when he was refining the elixir, he suddenly had a vague enlightenment. The sun is yang, and yang is the heart, nature, and spirit; the moon is yin, and yin is the kidneys and essence. The golden crow and jade rabbit also refer to the sun and the moon, and the two urge each other to go and come back, which is in line with the method of refining the spirit and essence.

How strange.

The alchemy method passed down by the old man is clearly a method of refining external elixir, but it is also a way to refine internal elixir.

Does it mean that, in the eyes of practitioners, [the inside and the outside are originally one, and there is no difference between the human body and the universe]?

Is it a method of cultivation that was learned from the method of alchemy?

Or did he realize the art of alchemy from practicing spiritual cultivation?

Qi Wuhuo had a vague understanding and felt that the method passed down by the old man seemed to be particularly good at the art of alchemy. This was not only a method of internal cultivation, but also an extremely advanced alchemy technique. Even when refining alchemy, it was also practicing the technique, and practicing the technique was refining alchemy.

"Refine the elixir to make medicine, and there is only ashes of immortality in the world..."

"The medicine for success, the ash of immortality."

"This is not only the general principle of alchemy, it should also be one of the general principles of cultivation."

Qi Wuhuo understood, and followed the method of practicing to circulate his breath to collect the elixir. A strange fragrance circulated, and the elixir furnace suddenly vibrated violently.

The alchemy furnace is opened.

The pills flew out one by one with flowing light. Qi Wuhuo was at the realm of Xiantian Yiqi at this moment, so although he was a little flustered at first, he still collected all the pills and did not let any of them fall out. He said: "This is a pill for nourishing qi. If a cultivator takes it, it can improve his own vitality."

The strong man took the pill and changed his plan of coming here to meet the mountain god neighbor. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Today the mountain master has taken over the position, and I have a gift for you. Please don't reject it." He then held out a jade box, which contained a ginseng with complete roots. It emitted a faint golden glow, and it was obviously not an ordinary thing. The other mountain gods also stood up and said that they had gifts to present.

Some brought out a pair of white jades, some brought out a famous zither, and some brought out a precious sword.

But there were even more rare treasures from the mountains and various spiritual medicines, all of which were three to five hundred years old. The spiritual energy was flowing, and ordinary people could greatly increase their vitality just by eating a bite. People who were practicing could replenish their vitality immediately by swallowing a pill. There were all kinds of things, filling up the table. Qi Wuhuo did not refuse this time, and put these things away with the storage function of the sword box.

Tao Taigong stroked his beard. The gift he had originally prepared was a pill, but he paused and took out a book instead.

He felt around on it with his hand, and then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, he gently placed the jade book on the table.

It is made of white jade, and each name is golden.

Tao Taigong seemed reluctant to let it go, but he finally let it go and said with a smile: "This is my little accumulation, which records the names and auras of many mountain gods and earth gods in the vast area of ​​Zhongzhou. If you travel around the world and encounter difficulties in the future, you can use your magic power to activate this jade book. If the mountain gods and earth gods are nearby and sense the aura of magic power, they will come to help."

This time, the old man showed no philistine or profit-seeking intentions. He simply bowed and sighed:

"You showed me the way it should be."

"If not, I will feel guilty and will not be able to make any progress."

After Qi Wuhuo returned the gift, he took the jade book and put it away.

Seeing that everyone was immersed in understanding, he didn't say anything and stood up to leave. The little deer spirit noticed his movements. When he stood up, the young man smiled slightly and bent down. He gently rubbed the spirit beast's head with one hand, and raised the fingers of one hand to his lips. A strand of black hair fell on his temples, and there was a clear smile in the corner of his eyes.

Then he whispered:

"I'm leaving."

When the two guardian gods escorted him down the mountain, Qi Wuhuo said:

"We will still follow the agreement we made back then. We will discuss Dao every three years and start refining pills every year."

The two gods said respectfully: "Yes!"

After hesitating for a moment, they took a step forward, bowed and saluted, saying: "Lord Mountain God, we have looked down on you before because of your age. Please don't..." Before they finished speaking, when they looked up, they saw that Qi Wuhuo had turned and left. The blue-shirted boy waved his hand with his back to them, indicating that he didn't care, and took a few steps with the sword box behind him.

We walked farther and farther away, and had already gone deep into the mountains and clouds and could no longer be seen.

Xi made this.

The wind sends winter off.

As we walked along the mountain, the path twisted and turned until we entered the depths of the clouds.

…

After Qi Wuhuo left, he did not just leave. Instead, he turned around and found Huang Jing and said hello to him. The little man got up and stood on his shoulder. The young man used his fingers to tease Huang Jing, who was about to have a thousand years of Taoism, and looked around with a smile: "It seems that when he left, he helped you set up a very powerful formation."

"Given his level of accomplishment when he left, you are safe enough here."

After teasing and playing for a while, the little man transformed from the essence of Polygonatum sibiricum disappeared into the ground again. The young man stood up and walked along the entire mountain. He took out the gifts that the mountain gods had given him before, those elixirs with three to five hundred years of essence. Then he found a hidden place along the way, dug up the ground, and replanted these elixirs.

These magical herbs can continue to grow here.

The spiritual veins of the mountain will become stronger, and these spiritual medicines will emit vitality, slowly transforming an area.

Qi Wuhuo planted the last ginseng and watched its spirit gradually spread. He exhaled slightly and stood up, looking at the mountain in front of him. He came here when he was young and relied on the fruits and firewood in the mountain to survive. He bowed slightly and said with a smile: "The New Year is coming soon. Mountain, I wish you a happy New Year too."

There was no response of course.

The boy even laughed at himself.

He turned around and went down the mountain, picking up some pine cones along the way. The shriveled ones without fruits were also very good firewood. There were still some fruits left. In the cold winter, they were not easy to rot. After a while, he picked up a basket full of them. Then he wiped them, put them to his mouth and took a bite. The juice was sweet and just right to quench his thirst. He had been talking for almost a whole day, and even a practitioner would be thirsty.

After turning a few corners, I heard a noisy sound. When I walked further, I saw a group of people in front of me, marching forward with the sound of gongs and drums.

He ran into Qi Wuhuo face to face.

At first, there were several strong men carrying a sedan chair, and on the sedan chair was a statue of the mountain god wrapped in silk.

The statue was wrapped with a lot of red silk, on which were written nice words like "May everything go well for you" and "May the mountain god save all beings". Next to it were the officials and staff of the town, all dressed in silk and satin, and dressed neatly and beautifully. When they saw Qi Wuhuo coming down the mountain, eating with a basket on his back, and some black mud on his cuffs from planting spiritual herbs just now, they were surprised at first, and then looked down on him.

On the surface, he was still polite, bowed and said:

"Oh, I said the magpie is calling today."

"So it's Mr. Qi. In the middle of winter, why are you here in the mountains instead of staying at home to keep warm?"

Qi Wuhuo replied, "I picked up some firewood."

"Oh, I see."

"We have gathered people from the entire city to build a statue for the mountain god. We are here to build a statue and build a temple."

"Before, because there are no elders in Wuhuo's family, I didn't inform you. Haha, if you have time in the future, you can also come to the mountain to burn incense. After all, you are also from our city and you know the mountain god."

"Don't worry, I won't charge you for the incense."

"I paid for you."

The official greeted with a smile.

Qi Wuhuo thought about it and nodded, "Yes."

"Thank you."

"Thank you very much."

The official smiled and said, "This road is a bit narrow..."

The young man in blue shirt nodded, then stepped aside and watched many people walking up the mountain, with people holding large plaques on both sides. Then he retracted his gaze, took a bite of frozen mountain pear, and walked down the mountain with light steps, carrying a woven bamboo house on his back, one hand holding the strap on his shoulder, a tit perched on his shoulder, carving the black hair hanging down at the boy's temples.

The fourteen-year-old boy walked down the mountain against the wind, and he was surprisingly quite handsome.

Mountain people.

People coming down the mountain.

When the boy walked down the mountain, he threw the remaining half of the pear to the big yellow dog that was wagging its tail at him, waved his hand to let the titmouse go, saw the smoke rising from the people's kitchens at dusk, heard voices shouting behind him, and said -

"Respect - the mountain god!"

He finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.