An hour later, Qimei City, Situ Mansion.
"Third brother, what are you talking about, you almost can't take a move from the young master!" The thin man named Situ in Situ's mansion was shocked. He has black hair and heavy pupils, but wears a black Buddhist robe and holds a black rosary.
"Young master is black grass? He asked you to ask for it from me? Interesting, I still have some of the things he wants, but he must come and get them in person!"
"Second brother, this..." Yuchi looked embarrassed.
But the thin man flicked his sleeves and drove Yuchi out, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.
The first-level cultivation base of cultivating the veins, but the strength of a strong fusion of spirits in a battle, is really an interesting young master.
Seven Plum City, Nangong Mansion.
"Commander, this is the news the villain asked for." In the palace of Nangong Mansion, a man in black knelt on the ground.
"Oh? Is this the medicinal material that the young master needs? There are seven kinds of poisonous poisons, and seven kinds of tonics of yang, but the effects are completely opposite. Do you really want to help the city master to crack the poison? Well, you still have to be careful. Some, explore again!"
The one named Nangong was a middle-aged man with a strong voice. Looking at the prescription in his hand, he was vigilant. .
"Will this person be sent by the Sword World to harm the master?"
In Qimei City, Shenxu Pavilion is divided into pavilions.
"Check it out? Who is the one who came to buy the 'Millennium Peach Branch' today?" In the Shenxu Pavilion, a demon girl with a petite figure, wearing a black corset and flowing fairy skirt, covered her face with black veil, and couldn't see her true face. It's soft and sweet.
"As the pavilion master expected, it wasn't Han Yuanji's three Rongling commanders who bought the 'Millennium Peach Branch'. With the level of alchemy of Nangong and Han Yuanji, they couldn't use the thousand-year-old medicinal materials. The one who bought this medicinal material was actually a pulse-breaker. The young man on the first floor is the new apprentice that Han Yuanji accepted."
"Oh? One layer of pulse opening?"
Holding the portrait of Ning Fan, she became slightly interested.
"The thousand-year-old peach branch is used to refine the 'four-turn pill'. Han Yuanji is intoxicated and needs this substance to resolve it. He wants to detoxify Han Yuanji. Forty years, I seem to have found it, Ning Fan, right?"
The demon girl grinned and stretched her waist, her big black eyes full of cunning, as if she was planning something.
Outside Qimei City, amidst the snowstorm, a black-robed man strode through the snowstorm. The strange thing was that he didn't leave any footprints on the snow.
He carried a huge cloth bag on his shoulders, and there seemed to be something squirming in the cloth bag, and there was a constant screeching sound.
After seeing Qimei City from a distance, he stopped and looked at Qimei City with a fearful expression. After a long time, a group of white-eyed mice were released from the cloth bag, gnashing their teeth.
"Humph! The cauldron that I kept in the Huanhe Sect was brought to the Seven Plum City by that old demon Han! This is a natural charm. Even if I offend the old demon Han, I will take her back!"
Hundreds of white-eyed mice braved the wind and snow and ran towards Qimei City, and soon disappeared.
All this, Ning Fan did not know.
It only took Yuchi an hour to buy back the thousand-year-old peach branch, and then Ning Fan took a large number of elixir and went to the Refining Medicine Pavilion in Sifan Palace.
The old demon is known as Han Yaozun, and he seems to be a famous third-rank alchemist in Yue Kingdom. The medicine cauldron used for alchemy in the Sifan Palace is of extremely good quality.
In the cultivation world, most cultivators know a little about alchemy, but those who are truly proficient in alchemy are rare.
The first turn to heal the pulse, the second turn to melt the spirit, the third turn of the alchemy master is already a relatively high-level alchemy master, and it is enough to refine the third turn of medicinal herbs for the Jindan old monster to take.
The elixir to detoxify the old demon is a rank four, such a high-grade elixir, even the Nascent Soul old monster will be crazy about it. The old devil himself can't practice. Ning Fan, who has just embarked on the road of self-cultivation, wants to give it a try to see if he can make it.
He didn't know the alchemy technique at first, but he inherited the memory of the Immortal Emperor, but he directly comprehended a lot of alchemy methods.
He didn't immediately start refining the four-turn pills, Ning Fan wanted to try to refine some low-level pills first, so as to integrate the inherited pill-making memory.
After all, it is a memory obtained out of thin air, and it always takes practice to master it.
"In the memory of the Great Emperor of Chaos, the recorded alchemy technique is called "Huang Ting Dan Dao Lu". The scripture says: 'The river cart will become immortal after nine turns, and there is no need to exhaust the scriptures and sit in meditation. A world of Huang Ting Ming, half a pot of plain wine hides the mountains and rivers' The alchemy technique of the Great Emperor Chaos lies in the words 'nine turns of the river cart'."
Closing his eyes and retrieving the memory of alchemy in his mind, Ning Fan slowly raised his right hand, and when his index finger swiped through the air, there was actually a mist of mist that circulated in the air.
"In the memory of the Great Emperor Chaos, there are two most respected alchemy methods, one is the alchemy method of 'San Qing Dan Ning', and the other is the alchemy method of 'Nine Turns of the River Cart'."
Ning Fan muttered to himself, but his fingertips kept on, the fog in the air became more and more, and finally it turned into a ring.
This is the first turn of the river cart! If it is a rank, it is qualified to refine a rank 1 pill!
Ning Fan still closed his eyes and thought hard. After a long time, he drew a circle again, which was the second circle.
He tasted it repeatedly. After a stick of incense, he drew the third circle again. This was the third turn of the river cart!
After half an hour, he drew the fourth circle, and then began to draw the fifth circle!
Just when he was sketching the fifth ring, he was suddenly out of breath, his face flushed red, he hurriedly opened his eyes, and his expression was solemn and silent.
The fifth circle cannot be drawn, which means that Ning Fan's alchemy technique is not enough to refine the five-turn elixirs.
But if he can make four rounds, he is enough to refine the four-turn elixirs. In terms of alchemy alone, he is even more advanced than Old Demon Han!
"Open the furnace, alchemy!"
Ning Fan slapped the lid of the cauldron and stirred up the fire with his meager mana. After pondering for a while, he took more than ten kinds of medicinal materials, which was just enough for a pair of foundation pills.
"Let's use Yizhuan Pill to practice. If Zhihe wants to become a cultivator, he needs Yizhuan Pill to lay the foundation, and Yizhuan Pill to build a foundation would be a good choice. I have never taken a Foundation Pill. This pill is also useful to me!"
Ning Fan put the medicinal materials into the medicine cauldron one by one, and controlled the temperature of the ground fire.
With the mana of his pulse-breaking layer, it would be very difficult to control the earth fire, so even with the memory of the Immortal Emperor, his first alchemy attempt ended in failure.
"Did you fail?" Ning Fan said helplessly. His cultivation base is too low, and he can't control the fire easily. Even if he has the memory of the Immortal Emperor, it is still in vain.
After resting for a while, Ning Fan opened the furnace to make pills again, but still failed to make pills.
Failure, failure, failure, and ruined twelve medicinal herbs in a row, Ning Fan's technique gradually became proficient, and finally he made a pot of elixir-scented foundation building pills, a total of five.
Afterwards, Ning Fan spent another seven medicinal herbs to refine two pots of Foundation Building Pills, before wiping off his sweat and resting.
As a novice in alchemy, it is very rare for Ning Fan to achieve a success rate of 7 out of 2. It should be noted that even Old Demon Han may not have such a success rate in refining the Foundation Establishment Pill!
The Foundation Establishment Pill is effective only after taking it for the first time.
Ning Fan took a Foundation Establishment Pill and took it. Although he had successfully healed his veins, he had never taken a Foundation Establishment Pill to strengthen the Dao Foundation. There is a sense of achievement in the prepared medicinal herbs.
After the medicinal pill entered his stomach, the medicinal power was gradually dissipated. Ning Fan sat cross-legged and absorbed medicinal power according to the Yin-Yang transformation. He only felt that the body was constantly being discharged from the pores, and it was very sticky and uncomfortable.
After a long time, the medicinal herbs were completely refined, and Ning Fan let out a long breath, only to feel that his eyes and ears were clearer. Although his cultivation had not improved, his mana had become much purer, and his body was dirty, as if he had not washed it for hundreds of years. Take a bath in general.
A Foundation Establishment Pill was only enough, which strengthened Ning Fan's Dao foundation a lot. This was the magic effect of the medicine pill, and the rest could be used to feed Zhi He to lay the Dao foundation for future self-cultivation.
"I've tried the first-turn pill, next, try the second-turn pill!"
The pulse-breaking pill is the second-rank elixir, which can improve the cultivation of the pulse-breaking cultivator. Every time the old devil sends someone to give it, this is the pill.
With the experience of refining the Foundation Establishment Pill, Ning Fan is also quite confident in refining the Vessel Vessel Pill.
With his alchemy technique that reached the fourth turn of the river cart, it did not take too much time to refine the pulse-defusing pill, and the success rate was not low.
An hour later, Ning Fan smelted and destroyed seven of the ten medicinal materials, and successfully forged three pots of pulse-defying pills, each pot containing ten pills!
His face was pale, his mana was completely exhausted, and his mind was even more exhausted.
Thirteen out of ten is a good success rate! If Ning Fan's cultivation base can be higher, the success rate can be even higher.
At this moment, I am really tired, and if I want to practice the third- and fourth-turn medicinal herbs, I am afraid that it will not work.
Ning Fan is not in a hurry to refine the antidote for the old demon. The difficulty of refining the four-turn elixir is definitely higher than that of the first-turn and second-turn, and the medicinal materials are very limited. He can't afford to fail. only.
"Anti-God Evil God"
Putting the Foundation Establishment Pill and the Vessel Vessel Pill into two pill bottles, Ning Fan hurriedly left and returned to the bedroom. When he was outside the room, he stopped abruptly, because inside the room, the sound of water and the humming of a certain little girl could be faintly heard.
The little girl Zhihe was actually taking a bath and humming a rumor. She seemed to be in a good mood.
"Should I go in, or not? Well, if Zhihe was bigger, I would like to wash with her to see how dirty my body is." Ning Fan held the pill bottle and smiled casually, but he didn't go in after all.
He didn't care about ethics and morals, he just didn't want to disturb Zhihe's cheerful singing.
If he went in and forcibly took a bath with Zhi He, Zhi He would probably be too embarrassed to raise his head. The time he spent with Zhihe was still too short, even though he was already married.
That's all, it's not bad to stand snow outside the door and listen to the little girl's singing.
The sky was already dark, and the moonlight was faintly visible in the snow. Ning Fan raised his head and looked at the moonlight. For the first time, he missed his hometown.
Wu State, Haining’s Ning’s home, is probably thousands of miles away. The younger brother, Ning Gu, is now trapped in the Tianli Demon Sect, and he does not know when he will be rescued.
He looks beautiful now, but he is also struggling every step of the way. He has not yet established the title of Young Master Qimei, and his cultivation at the first level is far from enough to save his younger brother.
Are you asking Old Demon Han to save his brother? Ning Fan smiled bitterly. Over the past few days, he had already inquired that Tianli Sect was a first-class demon sect in the Yue Kingdom, and there was an old Jindan in the sect, so why did Old Demon Han help his cheap apprentice? Do such a dangerous thing.
strength! Must have more power!
"The sky is my wife, the earth is my concubine, the common people are the cauldron, the yin and yang avenues, the double cultivation of unity!"
Unable to help, Ning Fan read out the general outline of yin and yang changes, and his expression gradually became firm.
If he cultivates Yin-Yang Transformation and has the strength to rescue his younger brother, Ning Fan will embark on this path of cultivating the devil!
As long as you can protect your family, even if you become the devil like the old devil Han, so what!
"Hmph, 'The sky is my wife, the earth is my concubine', Han Yuanji's apprentice, what a arrogant tone!"
There was a sneering female voice suddenly heard from the place separated by a wall, obviously hearing Ning Fan's words.
This female voice is not delicate, but with a sassy and heroic spirit, her voice is like a sword, and it actually pierces Ning Fan's eardrums.
Then, there was the sound of footsteps of the woman walking away.
Ning Fan frowned. Sifan Palace is the forbidden palace of the old devil, and ordinary people can't come in at all. The old demon never bothered with women, and he was not like a demon cultivator. What kind of woman actually sneaked into the Sifan Palace and dared to call the old devil's name
Ning Fan was about to chase over the wall to see what was going on, but before taking a few steps, a scream from Zhihe suddenly came from the bedroom.
"Ah! Brother Fan! Help!"
Hearing the sound, Ning Fan's complexion changed drastically, he ignored the mysterious female voice, turned around in a hurry, pushed the door and rushed into the bedroom.
In the room, there is a pear wood basin, the hot water in the basin is filled with mist, and the water is filled with plum blossom petals.
Zhihe was bathing before, but now he has jumped out of the wooden tub and stood on the couch with his bare feet, his little face looking at the ground with a pale face.
"Old, rat! Brother Fan, save me! Woohoo!"
She was still young and beautiful, but at the moment she was pitiful and full of fear. Hearing this, Ning Fan couldn't help laughing.
I thought that Zhihe was calling for help, but something big happened, but he was scared by a mouse. Ning Fan's eyes drifted to a squawking white-eyed mouse at the base of the wall, and he couldn't help but laugh.
After all, Zhihe has also stayed in the Huanhe Sect for several years. Although he has not cultivated at all, he has finally seen a monk, and he is afraid of rats.
What a lovely girl.
Um? wrong!
Ning Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Sifan Palace was built in Qimei Bingcheng, which is an extremely cold place. There are no underground snakes and rats.
He stared at the underground mouse, his eyes suddenly cold.
I see!
This mouse has purple skin and white eyes, and is not an extraordinary mouse, but a kind of spiritual beast named 'Tracking Mouse'. Even in Qimei's record, it was mentioned that in the cultivation world, many low-level monks like to use this kind of mouse to track others.
Could it be that someone used a tracking mouse to track the whereabouts of Zhihe? !
"Brother Fan, I'm so scared! That year, that year, my brother's body was eaten up by this kind of mice. In the Huanhe Sect, there is a large group." Zhi He seemed to remember something terrible, and his eyes were full of tears.
Ning Fan's eyes sank again, and he vaguely felt that the matter was not that simple. After being silent for a while, he finally flicked his finger at the mouse, and suddenly a black flame flashed, burning the mouse to ashes.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Seeing that Zhihe was crying pitifully, Ning Fan finally comforted the little girl, took the little girl off the couch, hugged her in his arms, and patted her on the back lightly as a gesture of comfort .
What Zhihe was afraid of was not mice, but the terrible memories of his childhood.
While Ning Fan comforted Zhi He, he was contemplating why Zhi He was being targeted and the identity of the person in the dark.
"Yeah! Brother Fan, when did you come in! You, you, you, let me go! You hold me like this, I, I, I, I become so strange!"
After a long time, Zhi He reacted sluggishly. At this moment, she was naked and snuggled in Ning Fan's arms!
She has no clothes on!
She has no clothes on! !
She has no clothes on! ! !
Just a random hug, Zhihe's little face turned an abnormal blush, and there was a watery charm in his eyes, which was extremely seductive!
That charm made Ning Fan suddenly lose his mind. After his eyes returned to clarity, he instantly understood something, and was shocked.
"Zhihe is actually 'naturally charming'! Could it be because of this reason that she is being targeted!"
She has such a rare cauldron physique!
Born to be charming, she is a concubine that many masters dream of. A woman born with Mei Gu, if she keeps her body like a jade, it is difficult to see that she has Mei Gu, but once she loses her Yuan Yin, Mei Gu will gradually appear. At that time, one day is unhappy, and one day is disturbed. Unhappy for ten days, powerless like cotton. If you don't enjoy it for a hundred days, you will surely die. Every day will need men to be happy!
Such a troublesome physique!
In order to save Ning Fan, Zhi He lost his innocence, and his naturally charming physique was showing little by little!
"Brother Fan, I'm so uncomfortable, it's so hot, help me..." Zhi He's eyes were blurred, his physique attacked, and he almost lost consciousness, and said weakly.
Ning Fan's eyes were deep, and now that Zhihe's constitution was attacking, there was only one way to help her. He gently put the paper crane down, then undressed and pressed it down.
I originally wanted to wait for Zhihe to grow up, but now, it seems that I can't wait.
She is his woman, and that will not change. That being the case, there is no need to fiddle.
So, another night of absurdity...