Zeng Fanqing laughed loudly when he heard this: "Daoist friends are too exalted to me! If I have a top-grade spirit stone, will I still be so embarrassed? This is just a medium-grade spirit stone." This time, I brought a few medium-grade spirit stones over, just for the convenience of trading. The reason why this spirit stone is used as the circulating currency of the cultivation realm is not because we can replenish the spiritual power in a timely manner? Daoist friends must not have come into contact with high-grade spirit stones, but the lower-grade spirit stones should still have some understanding, right?"

Xiao Yi nodded seriously and poured tea for the gray-robed man again.

"What Brother Zeng said is very true. I felt that the aura released from the spirit stone was extremely easy to absorb when I touched the spirit stone. It can fill up my wear and tear in a moment, but every time I use the spirit stone, there will be residual spiritual energy that cannot be absorbed by the body and converted into spiritual power. It's a pity to see these spiritual energies dissipate, is there any way to use as much as you want? After all, relying on absorbing the scattered spiritual energy between heaven and earth is really too time-consuming. "Speaking of which, Xiao Yi is really depressed, and the first time he uses the spirit stone, Xiao Yi feels its wonders. It's just that when he replenishes the loss of the dantian and fills the meridians around his body, the remaining aura dissipates invisibly. The original light green spar had completely turned into an ordinary stubborn stone without any spirit, and if this situation could be changed, Xiao Yi's cultivation would definitely be able to go further.

"What Daoists think is also the common wish of all cultivators. For thousands of years, various sects have worked to stop the ills of this spirit stone after use. However, although it cannot be stopped, there are still some means to slow it down. ”

Zeng Fanqing put away the medium-grade spirit stone, and took out a dull-colored lower-grade spirit stone from the storage bag and held it in his palm.

"This is a low-grade spirit stone that I absorbed the day before yesterday, although there is still spiritual energy leaking out now, it can still last for a few days. I think your ordinary use should be to forcibly inject the spar with spiritual power, creating some small cracks. The aura contained in the spirit stone was released through these cracks. But after using it, if you use your spiritual power to form a little light film, then you can delay the collapse of this spiritual energy. This light film will be continuously nourished by the aura inside the spirit stone, and as long as the spirit stone has not been consumed, this light film will not disappear. This spirit stone was originally conceived by the precipitation of the leyline spirit cave over the years, and the accumulation of thousands of years will give birth to a medium-grade spirit stone. If some survive for more than 10,000 years, then high-grade spirit stones will be produced during this time. It's a pity that the known ore veins are controlled by several major sects, and the ore veins must be closed at every turn to breed middle and upper grades. After all, it is not uncommon for high-level monks to use low-grade spirit stones to replenish mana. ”

Xiao Yi took out "Danxialu" from the storage bag and handed it to Zeng Fanqing.

"Brother Zeng, look at this book. Several Danfang ingredients are also recorded later. Can you help me see if it works?"

Zeng Fanqing put away the spirit stone, opened the book and read it carefully. After a long time, he closed the book, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment before answering: "Fellow Daoist, this should be the introductory exercise of alchemy. The formulas described above are also suitable medicines for the Qi training period. Basically, they are cheap spiritual herbs, or many of them are secular herbs. In the future, if you try to refine the medicine on it, you will definitely suffer a lot of failures. Therefore, this is not a recipe at all, it can only be regarded as a formula. And the dosage described above is vague, so how do you know the exact amount of each material if you don't try it repeatedly?"

Zeng Fanqing handed "Danxialu" back to Xiao Yi, and then said: "When I read it just now, I already remembered the content of this book in the sea of knowledge. It's not that I'm coveting your books, but when you improve, you can have this kind of ability. Most of the classics circulating in the real cultivation realm are engraved in jade slips or special utensils. If it were not for the physical contact with it, the divine consciousness would not have noticed anything unusual. So it's extremely easy to copy a book like yours, and the ancient book you showed me today is also very easy to copy. Zeng is not a person who is greedy for small profits, and it just so happens that I have a piece of jade slip here that records the exercises. You take it and read the information inside, and you should repay the favor of your "Danxia Lu" just now. ”

When Xiao Yat heard this, he knew that Brother Tsang was deliberately taking care of himself. So he took a white jade slip with both hands and slowly injected his divine sense.

When Xiao Yi's divine sense was injected into the jade slip, he felt that he had entered a black and vast fog space, and a piece of bright text appeared in the void in front of him.

""The Record of Cassia in Chaos" is ...... Alchemy?"

Xiao Yi didn't expect Zeng Fanqing to let him read such an important jade slip, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the gray-robed monk smiling and drinking tea.

"Time is limited, you don't need to be surprised, feel at ease. ”

Xiao Yi nodded in thanks, reimmersed himself and entered the jade slip again.

As the sky grew brighter, Xiao Yi slowly put down the jade slip. He learned a lot from the night's reading. Although it does not describe the refining process of any specific weapons and magic weapons, it can also be regarded as a summary of alchemy.

Knowing this information, Xiao Yi felt that his cultivation vision suddenly opened up.

"Let's have a cup of tea. ”

Zeng Fanqing picked up the teapot and poured Xiao Yi a cup of steaming tea. Xiao Yi was surprised when he saw that the tea was hot, obviously it had been a night, how could the cold tea stay warm?

"Brother Zeng, it's been so long, why is my teapot still hot?"

Zeng Fanqing smiled and poured himself full, and then slowly explained: "Xiao Daoyou forgot what our identities are?"

As he spoke, a faint flame rose in his hand, and he put the teapot on it, and in a moment the sound of water sounded in the pot.

"Lighting a fire and boiling water is just a small path for monks like us. ”

Xiao Yi hurriedly asked Zeng Fanqing for advice, and the two chatted from dawn until nearly noon. Zeng Fanqing told Xiao Yi all the confusion of his scattered cultivation experience. If Xiao Yi's introductory cultivation was really groping for the way before, then Zeng Fanqing was like the Master he led the way.

"Alright, it's almost time. Say goodbye to going out of the valley together today, don't let them wait too long. ”

The two got up and walked out of the inn, following the crowd to the entrance of the valley.

"Xiao Daoyou, Brother Zeng, we are here!"

Following the prestige, Wu Lian and Ma Bowen were waiting for them on a hill not far away.

"The two Taoist friends have been waiting for a long time. I just talked with Brother Zeng at the inn, and I delayed meeting with everyone. ”

Xiao Yi stepped forward and clenched his fists and explained guiltily.

"It's okay, it's okay. You and I are doing loose cultivation, and it is really difficult if there is no one to guide us. What did Xiao Daoyou gain this time? Yesterday, I saw Daoyou come out of the Fang Market auction, what benefits did I get?"

Wu Lian greeted the two of them up the hill and reached out to hand over the two yellowed fruits.

"Xiang Li Guo, I met a familiar Sanxiu this morning. The kid gave me a bag, so try it. ”

Xiao Yi took the fruit and didn't rush to eat it, but Zeng Fanqing took a bite without hesitation. In an instant, Zeng Fan Qing's mouth was full of juice, and it seemed that this fragrant plum was exactly what he liked.

"Hurry up and eat, I don't have much of this fruit. These are all used by the Great Gate to entertain distinguished guests. Wu Lian whispered in his ear: "Those who can cultivate diligently are good things." ”

After that, Wu Lian quietly stuffed Xiao Yi with a fruit, and then turned around and beckoned Ma Bowen to come out with the ban.

The four of them chatted all the way, and the monks around them either drove through the air with their flying swords, or summoned the flying boat to slowly rise into the air.

In the end, there were only four scattered cultivators left on this mountain road, except for envying the freedom of the monks of the Great Sect of the Great Gate, the only thing left was to lament the desolation of the scattered cultivators.

"Wu Daoyou, why don't you hurry up? Do you want me to give you a ride?"

A voice came from behind, and when Xiao Yi and the four looked back, they found that there was a flying boat hovering above. A blue-robed monk asked aloud from the bow of the ship.

"Brother Xiao! We met again! Just now I also told me about the fruit you gave me, thank you, Brother Xiao! The four of us have taken care of each other all the way. Don't bother Brother Xiao! Wu would like to thank Brother Xiao here. ”

Everyone clasped their fists, but saw the flying boat slowly falling.

"It's all loose cultivation, what are you polite to me? Wait a minute, I'll send you to the vicinity of Yecheng, and it's convenient for everyone to go wherever they want to go when they turn around." ”

The monk surnamed Xiao grabbed Wu Lian's wrist and took him to the flying boat without waiting for him to refuse.

"A few Taoist friends are welcome, and they can be considered to have a good idea of going on the road together. Seeing that everyone was standing still and not responding, Brother Xiao greeted him loudly.

"Forget it, since Brother Xiao is so polite, Wu is also disrespectful. A few Taoist friends, anyway, there is a flying boat to travel, so let's not shirk it. Together, right?"

Wu Lian reflexively pulled Ma Zeng and the two to the flying boat, and Xiao Yi had to follow him when he saw this.

The flying boat released a little white mist in all directions, and slowly floated into the air.

"Brother Xiao is really generous, even if this flying boat is a famous sect, I haven't seen a few Qi cultivation period cultivators have it. Wu Lian walked back and forth on the deck enviously, and kept leaning down to observe.

"Wu Daoyou is a joke about Xiao. If it weren't for the blessing of the family, how could Xiao Mou have such wealth during this Qi training period?" Brother Xiao turned around and placed melons, fruits, and drinks on the low table, and raised a glass of salute to everyone.

"That is, the blessing of Xiao Daoyou's family is something that the entire Beiji can't envy. With a dignified royal bloodline, it would be ...... to have a junior like you with spiritual roots."

Before Wu Lian finished speaking, he saw that Xiao Yi's originally standing figure suddenly crooked, and then he collapsed to the ground.

"What's the situation? Xiao Daoyou, are you okay?"

Zeng Fanqing hugged Xiao Yi, and saw that sweat was oozing from his forehead, and his lips were bloodless.

"Xiao Daoyou, what kind of hidden illness does he have?

Ma Bowen stepped forward to investigate, reaching out and grabbing his vein.

"Spiritual power collides! How can it be ......?"

Before Ma Bowen could finish speaking, Zeng Fanqing kicked him away. A long sword went straight into the hatch in front of Ma Bowen, obviously someone had just sneaked up on him from behind, if it weren't for Zeng Fanqing's kick, he would have died on the spot now.

Ma Bowen didn't turn back, but his outgoing divine sense clearly felt that it was Wu Lian who attacked him.

"The surname is Wu, you actually ......" Ma Bowen was emotional, and just about to summon his talisman weapon, his spiritual power suddenly condensed, and a layer of fine beads of sweat instantly oozed from his forehead.

"Actually...... Use poison!"

Ma Bowen barely said the last few words, and the long sword inserted in the hatch returned to Wu Lian's hand with a buzz. A short knife pierced through Ma Bowen's chest, and the monk surnamed Xiao, who had invited everyone to board the boat earlier, had already killed him.

"Ji Daoyou, there are two left, one is in the middle stage of Qi training, and the other is in the early stage of Qi training, so there are no worries. Wu Lian walked up to Zeng Fanqing and pressed his long sword against his throat.

"You're embarrassed to say, if I hadn't added Soul Powder to the drink, do you think we would have been able to get it easily?"

The person who was called Brother Xiao and was called Ji Daoyou by Wu Lian walked up to Ma Bowen, and with one move, a short sword with a length of one foot slowly drilled out of his chest.

Stroking his beloved artifact, the monk took out a piece of white silk and gently wiped the blood on it.

"It's not your fault! I have to brag, I have to call myself the Beiji royal family! You are a loose cultivator who kills people and grabs treasures, is it necessary to kill people and come up with so many tricks?"

Wu Lian kicked Zeng Fanqing's corpse with his foot and slowly pulled out his long sword. With a wave of his hand, he threw out a cold air, instantly freezing the still bleeding corpse and the blood flowing out into a piece of ice crystals.

"Old Ji, are you so greedy for vanity? a royal family in the mortal world, as for using their names?"

"That's how inexperienced you are. I think I'm someone, no matter how I am, I'm a dignified monk. But you and I always have to be more vigilant, don't we? If we miss, we will inevitably invite death. The pseudonym Xiao royal family, with a small background, does not dare to take revenge easily. If it's really some kind of loose cultivation force seeking revenge, no matter how hard it is, it won't be able to find us. As long as people are not dead, they cannot tell the truth. ”

Wu Lian nodded, walked to Xiao Yi's side and looked at it carefully, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that those two special plum fruits. A poor boy in the early stage of Qi training, I was worried that I wouldn't get back the capital by killing him. ”

"What?" The blood-stained white silk of the monk surnamed Ji fell to the ground in shock, rushed to Wu Lian in a few steps, pointed at the unconscious Xiao Yi with a ghostly expression, and looked at Wu Lian again.

"You gave two fruits to a newcomer at the beginning of Qi cultivation? I said why he fainted before the story was finished! Do you know that although the spiritual liquid is colorless and tasteless, the newcomer at the beginning of Qi cultivation can't bear it at all? I said why did you suddenly fall unconscious? Dare to give him two fruits!"

Looking at Brother Ji's exaggerated expression, Wu Lian kicked Xiao Yi, who was unconscious, with his foot, and said nonchalantly: "What's the matter? Even if you eat seventeen or eighteen fruits, it won't kill him." It's just that the spiritual power is closed for a while, what's the big deal? What does it have to do with me giving him fruit when he is unconscious?"

Wu Lian stomped on Xiao Yi's face with his foot, causing his head to tilt to the side. Aimed at the neck, he struggled to insert it, and complained in his mouth: "Bad luck! If you die, you will make trouble for Lao Tzu! Let Lao Tzu ......"

Wu Lian stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, his mouth opened wide, and the whole person fell down violently.

Seeing the sudden change, Brother Ji hurriedly jumped out of the way. The fighting of monks is different from the fighting of secular weapons. Only by keeping enough distance can the monk have a chance to cast the spell. The realm is not to a certain extent, and the monk is not as good as the ordinary martial arts.

Brother Ji stood firm, and Xiao Yi, who was lying on the deck in front of him, had already squatted up.

"Kill me, I don't mind. Because I blame myself for being greedy and taking short precautions. Xiao Yi stood up slowly, tiptoe the long sword that Wu Lian had dropped, and the long sword flew into his hand.

The monk surnamed Ji saw the strangeness of Wu Lian's death, and knew that ordinary spells were not sure of victory. As a result, two blue auras were condensed from both palms.

"I am not angry when you kill Brother Ma. His cultivation is the highest, and even he has no means to guard against you, which is considered your skill. ”

Xiao Yi weighed the weight of the long sword, and looked at Wu Lian, who died tragically on the spot.

"You said he was inexperienced and forgot to tell you a secret. The Xiao clan of the Beiji royal family in your mouth is not a mortal royal family. They have a family background, and crushing your kind of casual cultivation is probably no different from crushing an ant to death. But now that you say that you have fraudulently used the name of the Xiao family, I don't mind. Although Xiao is from the Beiji royal family, the current Beiji Xiao family has nothing to do with Xiao. ”

Xiao Yi felt something from his bosom, and it felt like a piece of wood. He hesitated and gently held it with his hand, a little unbearable and a little helpless. Raising his eyes to look at the monk surnamed Ji, he saw that the two spiritual qi masses in his palms had become a ruler disc. The mysterious runes on it flickered, and a little starlight slowly rose, although Xiao Yi did not have much contact with cultivation, he obviously felt that the power of this spell was not small.

Xiao Yat took a step back, looked at a lump of ice on the deck, and could vaguely see what the deceased was wearing.

"You know, although there is not much contact, Zeng Daoyou is indeed a good person. I don't have any friends in the cultivation realm, and if you count him, I might just have a friend. It's a pity that you killed him, and now I have no friends. Or maybe I don't have any friends in the first place, he just has the potential to be my friends. Now that you've wiped out that opportunity, I don't have a chance at all. ”

Xiao Yi squatted down and gently uncovered a piece of cold ice covering his face. Reaching out to help Zeng Fanqing close his open eyes, he stopped moving.

Xiao Yi leaned down and whispered in Zeng Fanqing's ear. Then he flicked his long sword and stared at the monk who was holding two light wheels in his hands.

The originally nervous face of the monk surnamed Ji suddenly showed a trace of horror. As a monk in the middle of Qi cultivation, he killed countless people in his life. He has always believed that as long as the other party lives, he can't easily tell the truth. Only the dead could make sure they wouldn't hurt themselves, and he thought he was mad enough. But this time he encountered an even crazier existence.

"Brother Zeng, I know your unwillingness. Stay for a moment, and I'll send the person who hurt you down to find your way. Although the voice was small, the monk surnamed Ji could hear it clearly by virtue of his cultivation, and the little monk in the early stage of Qi cultivation in front of him actually had to deceive even the dead! Or that this newcomer had lost all his mana, and had suffered a great change, and he was already delirious and talking nonsense.

Xiao Yat shook his head slightly, and casually threw the yellow object to his side, and the thing only touched the deck and a cloud of smoke rose up. The monk surnamed Ji suddenly turned sideways, and a hidden arrow flew towards his body. In other words, Xiao Yat relied on smoke to block his vision, and he suddenly attacked with his sleeve arrows, which might have worked, but unfortunately all this was a bit funny for a monk. Just now, the monk surnamed Ji had already used his spiritual power to gain insight into Xiao Yi's every move.

When he threw the item in his hand, the monk surnamed Ji was already alert, and then the hidden arrow hidden in the smoke was very obvious under the detection of spiritual power.

The monk surnamed Ji was ruthless, and pushed out his palms and stepped forward. Xiao Yi squatted down, heard the other party approaching, and waved his sword directly at the comer.

As soon as the light wheel in the hand of the monk surnamed Ji came into contact with the long sword, there was a piercing sound of metal rubbing. Wu Lian's long sword is also a magic weapon, although it was twisted by the aura light wheel and was not broken, but it also lost its killing effect.

Seeing that the other party's attack was controlled, the monk surnamed Ji twitched his face, and two beams of dazzling white light suddenly erupted from the center of the light wheel. As soon as the beam of light touched Xiao Yi's body, his flesh began to vaporize.

It was too easy to succeed, and the other party was not burned and scorched as expected. The monk surnamed Ji was suspicious in his heart, the long sword he had just twisted was obviously an entity, so he said that what he hit was not an illusion.

"You shouldn't have killed him......"