For more than two years, Chu Ziheng had memorized the jade slip left by Wen Renfeng word by word, and with the cooperation of the three-headed ghost king, he had been able to refine the second-grade elixir. For someone who didn't know anything before, that's pretty impressive progress. Due to the long-term contamination of the smell of pills, Chu Ziheng gradually had a dusty charm on his body.

On this day, Chu Ziheng wore a standard gown, embroidered with a full moon, and pinned a token symbolizing the identity of a disciple to his waist, setting his cultivation in the early stage of congenital development, and walked out of the courtyard that he had not left for a long time. The place he was going to was called Hanyuan Palace, that is, the scripture building of Yingyue Gate, and the collection of Danfang books of a great alchemy sect must be as vast as a sea of smoke, and Chu Ziheng felt that it was very possible to find a cure there.

It is precisely because there are a large number of collections in the Hanyuan Hall that it can almost be said that the foundation of the Yingyue Gate is located, which is the most important place in the entire Yingyue Gate. The guards here are heavily guarded, and hundreds of Yuanying monks have been called to patrol here, and the Yuanying monks who have come over in one palm in the small sect are used to guard a palace here, which is enough to see the importance that Yingyuemen attaches to Hanyuan Palace. And this is only visible on the surface, and I don't know how many masters are patrolling back and forth in secret.

In addition, there are also layers of prohibitions outside the hall, if you don't have the law, you will die on the spot if you make a mistake.

Chu Ziheng had already imprinted this information in his mind before he came, looked at the large clearing that disappeared out of thin air below, and after a little thought, he drove the Hundred Ghost Sword and landed downward. As he slowly fell, a few divine thoughts had already brushed over him, and he didn't stay too long. Chu Ziheng smiled faintly, as if he didn't notice it, he had roughly judged from the strength of his divine thoughts that the cultivation of these people was only the Yuan Infant realm, and he didn't want to see anything abnormal in him.

There was a huge stone dragon lying on the ground, Chu Ziheng stood firmly on the dragon, recited the mantra in a low voice, pressed the palm on the dragon's head, and Zhenyuan Jin sank into the dragon's body along the palm. After a few breaths, the red light in the stone dragon's eyes flared up, and a white gas erupted from his mouth.

A moment later, a white mist suddenly rose from the flat ground, and the mist split to both sides, revealing a passage that could only accommodate one person to enter and exit.

Just as Chu Ziheng was about to walk in, a middle-aged man with a grim face appeared at the end of the passage and shouted, "Stop!"

Chu Ziheng was shocked, thinking that something had been discovered, but his face was still calm and calm, and he stopped.

"Is it the formation you opened?" the man glanced up and down at Chu Ziheng with a cigarette, and said in a cold voice.

"Disciple Mu Huang is the formation opened by the disciple. Chu Ziheng replied respectfully.

"Mu Huang..."The man repeated the name, but he didn't remember it at all, and then he wondered, "What year did you enter the door?"

"About two years ago..."

Who knew that the middle-aged man sneered: "Hmph, I don't make drafts when I lie, I have some impressions of the little doll two years ago, but I haven't seen you, see me capture you." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Chu Ziheng.

Chu Ziheng saw a hand grabbing towards the front door, but he was not annoyed, and threw the token towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, and he grabbed the token and sank his divine thoughts into it.

It didn't take long for the middle-aged man to be surprised by the content inside, and he was surprised: "Senior Brother Wenren is actually your master?"

"Exactly. Chu replied without humility or arrogance.

"No wonder I haven't seen you... It turned out that it was accepted by Senior Brother Wenren. The middle-aged man muttered.

Immediately, the iceberg-like cold face quietly melted, and the middle-aged man showed a smile as warm as a spring breeze on his face, and said to Chu Ziheng: "It turned out to be Master Mu's nephew, how did you come here for two years?"

Chu Ziheng smiled bitterly and said: "Shizun threw me a lot of jade slips, and ordered me not to go out until I studied those jade slips thoroughly, so I have been concentrating on alchemy for the past two years, and I rarely have the opportunity to go out..."

"Ho, this seems to be the style of Senior Brother Wenren. When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked a little gloating, and laughed out loud in front of Chu Ziheng without hesitation.

Chu Ziheng laughed helplessly, and reminded softly: "That... Uncle Shi, can I go in?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes! The middle-aged man patted his head, got out of the way, beckoned to Chu Ziheng, and said, "Master Mu's nephew, come in quickly." ”

Chu Ziheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and without hesitation, his figure flashed, and the person had entered it, and the passage behind him quickly disappeared. After entering, it suddenly opened up in front of him, and in front of him was a wide square, except for a teleportation array, there was not a single building in sight, if he hadn't confirmed the location with many people before, Chu Ziheng would have thought that he had come to the wrong place.

There were more than a dozen Yuanying monks sitting cross-legged on the field, responsible for maintaining the formation. Seeing their eyes sweeping, Chu Ziheng bowed down one by one.

"Uncle Shi, where is Hanyuan Palace?" Chu Ziheng was puzzled.

"I can't tell you somewhere, just go through the teleportation array. Well, this is your token, don't lose it, you'll have to check it again when you come out. The middle-aged man returned Chu Ziheng's token to him.

"Uncle Xie mentioned. Chu Ziheng's attitude was respectful, and he did not exceed it in the slightest. In the eyes of middle-aged people, such a well-behaved and sensible junior is really rare, and he bowed his head slightly, and his perception of Chu Ziheng was much better.

The two chatted as they walked towards the teleportation array. The middle-aged man turned his head sideways and asked, "Senior nephew, can you tell me what prescription you want to find, maybe Uncle Senior can help some." ”

"Hmm?" Chu Ziheng's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed, even if this person can help himself, he will inevitably become suspicious, so the gains outweigh the losses.

While his thoughts were flowing, Chu Ziheng groaned for a while, and slowly spoke: "The disciple has encountered some bottlenecks in his cultivation, and he wants to find some pills to rush through the level. "It can't be said that it's all a lie, at least Chu Ziheng is really stuck in the quagmire at the moment, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

"That being the case, Uncle Shi just has some pills here that are suitable for you, and they are also leftover from the early years, so you might as well try them. "It turns out that this middle-aged man is cold-faced and hot-hearted, and he is quite attentive to the cultivation of juniors.

"It's... It's not necessary, the disciple thanked Uncle Shi for his kindness... It's just that the disciple still wants to refine it with his own hands. Chu Ziheng didn't know what to say, he was a little incoherent, but he didn't expect this uncle to be a warm-hearted person.

"That's it, it's also commendable that you are dedicated to alchemy, and you are really a little similar to Senior Brother Wenren..."The middle-aged man didn't care, and sighed with emotion.

At this time, Chu Ziheng was already standing in the center of the formation, and before Chu Ziheng could prepare, the middle-aged man embedded a few lower grade spirits in the depression. The sky swirled, and the scene in front of him quickly distorted and blurred. After a long time, the upside-down heaven and earth slowly set right.

A magnificent heavy eaves rest the top of the mountain hall standing proudly on the top of the mountain, there is a plaque hanging in the middle of the temple door, writing the three words "Hanyuan Palace", surrounded by countless killing arrays, blocking the prying eyes of the outside world. Yingyue Gate was so painstakingly protecting this temple that Chu Ziheng looked forward to it more and more.

After relieving himself, Chu climbed the stairs from the horizontal and entered inside. As soon as he entered the door, he saw an old man sitting by the door, Chu Ziheng just wanted to say hello, but when he saw the old man sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to disturb him, so he tiptoed around looking for bookshelves.

"Look to the left and go up the stairs. A voice echoed abruptly through the empty hall.

Chu Ziheng subconsciously looked to the left, and at some point, a wooden ladder appeared out of thin air on his side. The next moment, Chu Ziheng suddenly remembered that there was only the old man in this hall besides himself, and the person who spoke should be him.

When he turned around, he found that the old man was still asleep on the table, and his breathing was very steady. Chu Ziheng was slightly stunned, and after a closer look, he was shocked to find that he couldn't see through the old man's cultivation, at least it was the level of the Xuan Realm, Chu Ziheng hurriedly hid the interior of the dantian.

"Looking at the collection of books, there are two lower-grade spirit stones in one hour. If you want to rub the original, start with twenty low-grade spirit stones per book. ”

This time, Chu Ziheng was sure that the voice was indeed made by the old man, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly saluted, and then retreated five steps before turning around and walking up the stairs. From beginning to end, the old man never looked up, and Chu Ziheng knew that he was overcareful.

Upstairs are rows of ebony bookshelves, perhaps because people often come up to maintain them, and they still look as clean as new. According to the categories written on each row, Chu Ziheng quickly found a place to place the Dan Fang. Most of them are some broken bamboo slips, and I don't know how many years they have been here, the silk thread connecting the bamboo pieces is broken and connected, and obvious traces of repair can be seen on it.

With so many Danfangs, it can be seen that Chu Zi's horizontal head is big. But there was no better way, so I had to pick them up one by one and flip through them. Each set of bamboo slips records different Dan recipes, which are recorded in detail from raw materials, refining techniques, pharmacology and even precautions, which is easy for beginners to get started.

But what is recorded in these bamboo slips is the first and second grade of the pills, and the grade of the pills that Chu Ziheng needs is only afraid that it is still above these, and after looking through all the bamboo slips, he still has not found the pill prescription for treating yin qi into the body.

"It shouldn't be... Could it be somewhere else?" Chu Ziheng frowned and whispered to himself.

After looking up and looking around, Chu Ziheng found the staircase leading to the upper floor in the corner, and walked over with his feet. When he reached the staircase, Chu Ziheng saw a sign that read, "Below Ning Dan, consciously stop". Just by looking at it, Chu Ziheng knew that there were some simple prohibitions carved on the stairs, and it was impossible to pass through it if it was not above Ning Dan.

Chu Ziheng couldn't help laughing, this prohibition couldn't stop him. The aura on his body immediately recovered to the middle stage of Ning Dan, and he walked up slowly.