After half a pillar of incense, Jiang Su went to the back mountain.

The back mountain is inaccessible, and the mountains are full of spiritual plants that grow wantonly and savagely.

In front of the bamboo forest, the tortoiseshell spirit bamboo, which was originally leaning from the ground and shaped like scales, is now mostly poured, and the bamboo roots are all turned out with a large piece of soil.

There are also some bamboos that have been cut off by the waist, and there are still traces of being strangled by wire in the section. The young branches fell from the sky to the earth, and it was a terrible word.

Jiang Su held the firewood knife in his hand and calmly stared at the mess in front of him.

"They...... It's quite complicated. ”

"Half of the bamboo forest is destroyed, and the bamboo juice that could have filled a large vat is now probably less than half of it. Only one Fire Bamboo Pill can be refined. ”

Thinking about the situation that day, he had no chance to stop them.

I couldn't walk up to them from behind the stones, pointed to the two people who were upside down, and said: Stop, change places, don't touch my bamboo.

Jiang Su sighed to herself that the realm was inferior, she just had a brain collapse, not a stupid brain.

She skillfully walked to the still straight part of the long bamboo, stood with her legs apart, hugged the bamboo body with both hands like a ball, bent down and used her right shoulder to top the bamboo body to let it shake, to listen to the sound of water.

"Hee-hee-lu"

Tap the bamboo wall with your left hand and listen for the echo. After hearing the echo, it was determined that there was bamboo juice in this section.

Then he immediately made a small cut at the bamboo knot with a firewood knife, and a long needle was pierced into it, and there was water. He hurriedly took out the gourd ritual from the Qiankun bag and filled it with bamboo juice.

The bamboo is carefully maintained, and the bamboo juice exudes a faint fragrance.

Jiang Su was slightly stunned, and said to himself: "If that demon cultivator crushes my collarbone and wraps it in rice, pours some rice wine, and then puts it in a bamboo tube with heavenly water to steam, will it make a tube of bone healing medicinal food with the effect of bruises?"

With that, she immediately bit the edge of the bamboo tube, which was tortoiseshell spirit bamboo. The scales were so sharp that they cut the corners of her mouth, her white lips were red with blood, and the burrs on her teeth mixed with her blood, slowly flowing into her mouth and into her esophagus.

It's like swallowing a knife raw.

She frowned, and after a while, she questioned herself: "No, the bamboo juice is cold in the sky, and the cold medicine enters the stomach, and the already damaged parts of the qi and blood are stagnant, and it will be troublesome to form blood stasis." If it is a leg injury on the Zuyang Ming Sutra, I am afraid it will be even more serious. ”

Jiang Su bowed slightly, satisfied with his current analysis. She picked up a piece of bamboo, and threw it on the ground.

"Most of the bamboo here is dry, all the water stored is stagnant water, it smells, and you can't drink it, let alone alchemy."

The breeze in the mountains was blowing, and Jiang Su felt a slight chill on his lips. So he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and when he lowered his sleeve, his eyes were full of red.

"This ......, my saliva is red??!" Jiang Su's eyes widened, unable to believe the scene in front of him. She went to pull out her tongue with her hand again, and her fingertips touched the Jinjin jade liquid, she looked at it, colorless, patted her chest, and was reassured.

"It's okay, it's still colorless."

The monk's wound recovered quickly, her aura worked, and in an instant her mouth wound healed.

Jiang Su didn't bother with the problem of red saliva anymore, raised his hand and gently stroked the scale bamboo skin of the tortoiseshell spirit bamboo, his eyes full of reluctance. The current black green shows that she has a few different kinds of weak willow support.

In the next second, the bamboo skin accidentally cut her fingertips, and the wound was less than the size of a grain of rice, Jiang Su blinked and held her finger in her mouth. And whispered again

"Jinjin jade liquid can stop bleeding"

"Huh? Wait a minute? Didn't that demon cultivator who gnawed my bones want to use his own Jinjin jade liquid to heal me??? ”

The cold wind blew, and Jiang Su was excited, and immediately gave himself a slap in the face. With a snap, the person also woke up.

"Hahahahaha, brainwash yourself and whitewash the demon cultivator? It seems that the previous batch of Jingxin Pills was not hot enough, so the medicinal effect was not good. ”

"I need to buy some new spiritual materials for alchemy." Jiang Su muttered to himself, his hands did not stop, and the action of taking bamboo juice was mechanical and fast.

Dan Dao all the way, in addition to talent, is only familiar with the hand. Without alchemy, cultivation cannot be improved.

The stars and the moon are bright, the bright river is in the sky, and the clear light is in the dilapidated bamboo forest. Jiang Su hung up the storage bag and looked at it, his eyes were appreciative of this scene.

"I was going to turn my heart to the bright moon, but I ...... it"

She was in a trance, her eyes narrowed slightly, like a big cat worshipping the moon.

The cold wind in the forest blew, and she suddenly woke up, and she reminded herself in a low voice: "The time for the little senior sister to get sick is near." After that, he turned around and stepped on the killing and flew back to the Bitter Peak.

When I returned to the Relief Peak, it was already nightfall.

The people who live on the Pain Relief Peak are all medical cultivators who enter the Tao with medicine and Dan who enter the Tao with Dan. There are not many monks in these two sects in the Ten Directions, and at this time, it is pitch black along the road, which is in response to the description that you can't see your five fingers.

She was holding a wood knife in one hand, and the fingers of the other hand were put in her mouth and sucked, and she was still humming an unknown melody in her mouth. The shadow behind him was elongated and magnified by the moonlight.

Xiao Shiyu had just come back from the Yusu Hall under the mountain, and vaguely saw the figure in front of him, and couldn't help but have hairs standing up all over his body, and goosebumps crawled all over his body with Jiang Su's minor tune.

He said in a low voice, "Senior Sister Jiang......?" ”

He stood stiff for a moment, then turned around and immediately took a shortcut back to his yard in the next second.

During the day, Zhang Yunsheng of Fu Feng had just asked him if Jiang Su had been in a bad mood recently, and he also guessed that this junior sister might be refining some Dan fryer.

"Harm, we monks who are two ways of healing, there is no easy one." He shook his head, accompanied by Jiang Su's strange tune, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Jiang Su: "You are the most beautiful cloud around me, mmmm

Jiang Su pushed the door into the courtyard, and in the center of the courtyard was a green tree that covered the sun and dry clouds.

The branches of the trees in the sunny direction hang down to the ground, and under the trees behind them are wooden tables and rocking chairs. The rest of the entire courtyard was full of all kinds of spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses.

Ash lilies soaked in wooden pots, and groups of southern stars in the corners of the walls. There is also a red triangular plum that climbs the wall and uncovers the tiles.

Jiang Su didn't stop, quickly entered the Dan room, closed the door, and finished in one go. Turn around and pinch to ignite a piece of candle wax hanging on the wall next to the door.

She put the bamboo juice she had collected during the day into the jade jar she had prepared in advance.

Bamboo juice is also known as Tianshui.

In Jiang Su's impression, Li Shizhen, a Ming doctor in his previous life, called bamboo juice the "divine water" of the thirteen "heavenly waters". This shows that this bamboo juice has an extraordinary effect. And the bamboo juice in the spiritual bamboo raised in the mountain behind the Shifang Gate is a wonderful word.

This bamboo juice is abundant, and if it is not sealed and dried, it will make the air float with a pale green light, and the jade jar can just store these bright spiritual energy, waiting for the water to be fetched into the furnace.

Jiang Su's face was painful, and he stood in front of the alchemy furnace with a sad expression. In the end, he reluctantly said loudly: "The little alchemy minion is here, and the six-converter opens the door." ”

These six converters are high-grade magic vessels, which were stored in the imperial palace of Zhongdu in the early years. When you give birth to a machine spirit, you have to think of yourself as the master of the palace, and every time you use it, you have to call yourself a slave to use it.

"Six converter ......" Jiang Su gently stroked the two ears of this furnace with his hand, with a look of fanaticism in his eyes.

The next moment, she turned around and sat cross-legged on the futon, her expression returning to normal.