Only then did he pat his chest with palpitations: "This painting is so weird." What is the origin? ”

The old man of Tianshu muttered: "It's not good, this painting seems to be painted with a secret method, there is too much negative information in it, if you are a person who is in an unstable mood, look at it twice, I am afraid that you will get lost in the painting." Ye underestimated the enemy, this immortal mansion secret realm may have no mysteries, if it was when the master was an artifact, he could see through it at a glance, but now, let's still act cautiously, find a way quickly, and don't stay longer. ”

Luo Hengbo saw that the old man in Tianshu couldn't understand the secret of this painting, let alone think about it, so he honestly touched his nose and turned to the side room.

As soon as you enter the east wing, there is a huge Dan furnace in the middle, and there is a medicine cabinet against the wall.

The Dan furnace was empty, there was a pile of ashes underneath, and the medicine cabinet was also empty, although there were some labels pasted on it, and there were some fonts written on it that Luo Hengbo couldn't understand, which should be the name of the pill.

The old man of Tianshu was like a treasure: "This is the Nine Turns Condensing Pill, this should have the Heaven and Earth Creation Pill, and there is actually a Qingxuan Pill here?" Could it be that the original master was a high-ranking alchemist? The more the old man said, the more uncertain he felt.

Luo Hengbo was curious: "A high-level alchemist? What kind of level is the bottle adult? ”

Tianshu smiled bitterly: "Lao Yu is refining, innate talent, his kind of alchemy method, there is only one in the world, there is no semicolon." It's just that, judging from the names of these elixirs, they are all ancient elixirs, which have been lost for tens of thousands of years, if it weren't for the old man, I would know a thing or two, and the others would not be able to understand it when they came in. ”

Luo Hengbo heard that he was not as good as the bottle adult, and he lost interest, plus the medicine cabinet was empty, there was nothing, looking at the names of these pills, he couldn't conjure up medicine out of thin air, right?

At the moment, I just took a cursory look at it, but I didn't find anything, it was cleaner than the floor.

Since there is nothing in the east wing, go straight to the west wing.

Passing by the main house, Luo Hengbo couldn't help but take another look at the landscape painting, and at a glance, the landscape painting seemed to change again, a round of scorching sun appeared on the desert, the Xuan vegetation was roasted, and the Xuan beasts scattered away......

With a beat in his heart, Luo Hengbo turned his head, patted his heart, and pushed open the door of the West Wing.

The west wing seems to be a study, and the furnishings inside are also very simple, a bookcase, but there is nothing on it, and behind the bookcase is a bookcase, on which some jade slips are placed messily.

Luo Hengbo stepped forward, took off the jade slip, and checked them one by one, recording something in a font that Luo Hengbo couldn't understand.

The old man of Tianshu had read it roughly, but he asked Luo Hengbo to put it away, saying that it had recorded some methods of cultivating spiritual grass in the divine realm in bits and pieces, and he could observe one or two when he had time.

After collecting the jade slip, there seems to be nothing of value in this room.

Luo Hengbo searched again without giving up, but still didn't find anything.

However, she was also satisfied that she could get a piece of lotus root from the Nine Rank Blue Lotus and so many spiritual plants.

Thinking about the Xuanjing Bei that was still soaked in the water of the Xuanmu, Luo Hengbo raised his feet and walked out, passing by the main house, his eyes uncontrollably moved to the landscape painting again.

There is actually a change in the painting, behind the raging flames and floods, there seems to be something shining, flashing by, and when I look at it again, the landscape paintings have all been filled with flames and black smoke floods, boundless depression.