Yuan Ming touched his nose and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Just the day before, he was still fighting against fate in order to survive in the treacherous environment of the 100,000 Great Mountains, in order to get rid of the identity of the furry beast slave and join the Biluo Cave, and even fell into a desperate situation for a while, but he never thought that only one day later, he would directly enter the sect in this way.

After he sat cross-legged, he took out the "Qingxin Pill" handed over by the master of the three caves, opened the cork, and poured out a pill with a bright red color and a faint fragrance.

After a brief look, he lowered the pill with his head tilted.

Suddenly, a warm current began to rise from the abdomen and gradually floated in the direction of the heart.

Yuan Ming only felt that his heart was beating rapidly, as if he was about to jump out of his chest in the next moment, and his breathing was a little short.

Before he could make any moves, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable hiccups rushing up, hurriedly opened the door, rushed to the stone wall outside the house, leaned over and vomited.

After a foul black slime was spit out, the upward rush gradually disappeared, and the heartbeat returned to normal.

After Yuan Ming relieved himself a little, he felt that the Lingtai was clear, and his heart seemed to be swept away, and the whole person was refreshed.

"According to what the Lord of the Three Caves said, the pill needs to be taken for three days in a row to completely remove the toxicity of the Rotten Heart Pill, this feeling of clearing the heart and awakening the mind is not a manifestation of the complete solution of toxicity, but the original effect of the Pure Heart Pill." Yuan Ming thought so in his heart.

When he returned, he felt the changes in himself and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yuan Ming suddenly relaxed, but he didn't feel sleepy for a while.

He knew in his heart that this Biluo Cave was not his home after all, and the Central Plains hidden deep in his memory was his home, no matter what, he had to find a way to go back and figure out who he was?

It's just that after he stepped into the world of cultivating immortals and experienced a series of things, he found that he was too small and his strength was low, and the person who harmed himself to such a field didn't know what his identity was, and he rushed back, once something happened, I am afraid that he may not even be able to protect himself.

And now that he has just officially entered Biluo Cave, there are still many things worth exploring by himself.

"At least you have to wait until your cultivation is refined and you have some self-preservation power before you can leave. Otherwise, it will be difficult to cross the thousands of miles. Yuan Ming said secretly.

Having said that, he already had a rough plan in his heart for returning to the Central Plains.

After thinking for a while, Yuan Ming gathered his thoughts, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to continue to cultivate the Nine Yuan Jue.

……

"Knock Knock"

Early the next morning, Yuan Ming, who was immersed in cultivation, was awakened by a dull knock on the door.

He opened his eyes, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Such a state of meditation and forgetting about things and self has rarely been found in the 100,000 mountains full of dangers.

Yuan Ming got up and opened the door, and saw a young man in brown standing outside the house, with ordinary eyebrows and eyes, and slightly thick lips.

"Hello Immortal, I am the servant in charge of this place, and I am in charge of the daily life and cleaning here." The young man lowered his head, held a stack of clothes in both hands, and spoke.

On the top of the shirt, there is a palm-sized white waist tag with the words "Biluo Cave" written on it in southern Xinjiang characters.

After Yuan Ming picked it up, he found that there was a column of vertical text on the other side, which read "Named Disciple".

"What's your name?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Sowing the earth." The boy replied.

"Just give me the clothes. In the future, I can clean it once every three days, I don't need to come every day, and the furnishings in the house should not be moved. Yuan Ming nodded and admonished.

"Yes, Immortal." Sowing soil back.

Yuan Ming took the clothes from his hand, turned around and wanted to return, seeing that the young man was still standing outside the door, he frowned and said:

"You can go back."

"Shangxian, you change your clothes in a while, and I'll take you to the fire workshop." Said Seed.

Yuan Ming remembered that Chen Wan had also said last night that he would go to the fire shop in the morning, so he nodded and said, "Got it." ”

He closed the door and spread out the clothes in his arms, and found that they were two sets of cyan shorts clothes for washing, with the words "Fire Refining Hall" embroidered on their chests.

After he changed his clothes, he hesitated slightly, but as before, he wrapped the white ape animal skin around his waist, hung the waist card of the registered disciple on the left, and hung the herring sword on the right, and then went out.

Under the guidance of sowing soil, Yuan Ming left this courtyard where the registered disciples lived, and walked in the direction of the back mountain.

When he came to the main entrance, Yuan Ming saw a stone erected next to the door, with the inscription "The fire is heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter".

After he sent away the seeding earth, he walked alone towards the fire.

As soon as he stepped on the three steps and before he entered the door, Yuan Ming felt a heat wave rushing towards him, and the air was mixed with a complex smell of sulfur saltpeter.

He wrinkled his nose and stepped inside.

Passing through the gate, as soon as I entered the courtyard, all kinds of jingling sounds were heard.

Yuan Ming had already thought of the scene in the fire workshop, but because he was separated by a front hall, he couldn't see anything.

At this time, the front hall was empty, so Yuan Ming walked through it by himself.

The moment he walked out of the front hall, Yuan Ming was stunned.

I saw that in the spacious courtyard behind me, there were independent open-door huts, which looked like workshops and factory sheds, and there were as many as fifty or sixty of them.

At this moment, most of the huts have a fire pit, and the fire is blazing in it.

Busy figures were walking around the hut, some were smelting metal, some were adding refining materials, and some were bare-chested, hammering the iron embryo on the anvil, smashing it with a clanging sound and sparks splashing everywhere.

Yuan Ming glanced over, most of them were rough men with big shoulders and round waists, few women like Chen Wan, and occasionally saw a few, all of them were busy, holding a hammer that was a few sizes smaller, knocking on the raw materials for refining materials on the stone platform.

They smashed pieces of rough stone material the size of a palm, grinded them with a stone mill, and then sifted them over and over again with a screen from thick to thin.

The brutal thrashing on one side and the delicate sifting on the other, combined with the tinkling sound of beating and the constant splashing of sparks, merge into a unique picture.

Everyone in the picture scroll was immersed in the work at hand, and no one noticed Yuan Ming's arrival.

Yuan Ming looked at this scene, although it was a little different from the scene he imagined, but he had a good feeling for no reason.

At this time, a square-faced man who was also dressed in a short shirt and had a red hairband tied on his forehead finally saw Yuan Ming, walked through the rows of casting houses, and walked towards Yuan Ming.

His body was sturdy, his muscles were tense, outlining lines full of strength, and his square cheeks with short beards showed a meticulous and serious expression, and he walked in front of Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming glanced at the green waist card hanging from his waist, the style was the same as Chen Wan's, it seemed to be unique to the inner disciples.

"I've seen Brother Fang." Yuan Ming hugged his fists.

Last night, Chen Wan had already told him that it was this Senior Brother Fang who was responsible for managing the Fire Refining Hall and teaching the Registered Disciple Refining Foundation.

Senior Brother Fang Ge is not surnamed Fang, he is from southern Xinjiang, and his name is Fang Ge.

"You're a new named disciple, your name is ...... Yuan Ming, right? Fang Ge glanced Yuan Ming up and down and asked.

His voice is thick and thick, which fits his whole image very well.

"There is Senior Brother Lao to teach." Yuan Ming nodded and hugged his fists.

Fang Ge nodded secretly, seeing that although Yuan Ming's figure was not strong, his skeleton was strong when he looked at it, and he behaved quite politely, and he had a little good feeling in his heart.

It's just that there is still no smile on his face, and he said:

"You're late, the rule of our fire shop is to light the fire at three o'clock in the morning until three o'clock in the afternoon. After that, the time is free, and if you want to continue casting, or cultivate on your own, you can do it yourself. Thinking of you for the first time, don't care, and don't do it again in the future. ”

"What Senior Brother said is, remember it below." Yuan Ming replied.

"Our Fire Refining Hall, although the scale is not the largest, the number of people is not the largest, but the status in the door is second only to the Beast Control Hall, many of their spirit beast mounts either need to wear a saddle, or need to wear a halter, and some also have chains to confine, all of which are inseparable from our Fire Refining Hall to help refining." Fang continued, his words full of pride.

Yuan Ming knew that Biluo Cave established a sect with beasts, and no matter which disciple was in the hall, almost all of them were proud to be accompanied by spirit beasts, but not everyone had the ability to raise and train spirit beasts.

The main responsibility of the disciples of the Beast Control Hall is to breed, breed, capture and train domesticated spirit beasts in large quantities.

"In addition to these, we also have to refine weapons, secret weapons and even magic weapons. The first two ordinary registered disciples can be completed as long as there is a standard pattern. As for the magic weapon...... It's too far away from you to know just yet. Fang Ge continued.

Magic weapon, Yuan Ming already knew something from Zhao Tong, knowing that this could only be refined by refiners at least above the foundation building period.

"Let's go, take you to the fire pit to try your hand."

With that, Fang Ge led Yuan Ming to a vacant casting hut.

Walking inside, Yuan Ming saw all the structures in it, there was a fire pit built against the wall on the left, which was closed up and down, left and right, and only the fire channels and flues were left before and after to ensure that the fire power would not be lost.

There was a forged anvil next to the firepit, and the shelves next to it were stacked with ore and metal powder on the upper level, and some wood and coals on the lower level.

"Wood is used to make fires, to light coals, and when the temperature rises, the ore is smelted. These metal powders are already screened refining materials, and there are many types, which you will slowly recognize later. Fang said.

Yuan Ming's eyes swept over and found that there were many of them he knew, and one of the reasons was that there were many of them that he had sold to Zhao Tong.

"Today, you don't have to worry about anything else, just practice the most basic work, blacksmithing." Fang Ge picked up the huge hammer on the anvil forging platform, threw it lightly, and threw it to Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming immediately caught it, although he had already taken precautions, he was still dragged by his arm and sank.

The hammer was far heavier than he had imagined.