Chapter 1: Turn on the plug-in
This is the world of immortal cultivators, there are cunning merchants, hard-working farmers, and all kinds of professions, and all of them dream of being rangers, that is, immortal cultivators
"My grandson is really angry, hahahaha, come on, come on" In the side courtyard of a city lord's mansion called Sudar City on the Xiuxian Continent, an old man hugged his grandson and shouted excitedly.
After a while, three well-built guards walked quickly to the front and knelt down on one knee. The leading guard also grinned: "Hahaha, congratulations to the city lord." Ordinary immortal cultivators only began to practice true qi at the age of four or five, and only achieved a small success at the age of six or seven, and the little young master learned true qi before the age of three, and his future in the future is limitless. ”
The old man kissed his grandson's round little face fiercely, and when he heard the guard's words, he laughed a little more: "Xiao Liu, your sycophant is really comfortable and comfortable." Go quickly, and ask the cook to go to the city to buy some beasts and eat a few big tonic soups. The little baby releases his true qi for the first time and needs nutrition. “
After that, he looked at his grandson again: "Yaoyan, come on, come on, beat grandpa, let grandpa see how strong your internal strength is." ”
As soon as the words fell, Yao Yan slowly stretched out his right hand and slapped his grandfather's chest with a palm, instilling a trace of internal force into it.
The city lord closed his eyes and felt the first trace of his grandson's true qi bloom in his body, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth cracked a few more points.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he called out to the three guards: "Wait a minute! Don't go to the street to buy beasts, prepare armor weapons and I'll take you out of the city to fight monsters for my grandson." ”
After that, he hugged Yaoyan, walked quickly through the courtyard without looking back, came to Yaoyan's mother, who was sewing clothes in the living room, and told her the good news: "Xiruo, Yaoyan is really angry, I will take the city guards out to fight Yaoyan to fight a few demonic beasts and come back to stew soup, you help me see Yaoyan first." He's just eaten, he'll put him to sleep in a while."
After that, he glanced at Yao Yan, Yao Yan lifted his breath, flew out of the hall with light skills, and went straight to the city gate.
This is the second year of Yaoyan's reincarnation, and he was originally an ordinary person living on a blue planet with excellent grades. A year ago, in a car accident, the whole family was killed except for him, and one person was lying in the hospital languishing.
One night, I was lying alone in a hospital bed thinking about life, and suddenly I saw a singularity directly above that emitted a dazzling light getting brighter and brighter. In an instant, he fainted.
In the month before I came to the other world, I felt that I woke up several times, but I couldn't open my eyes, so I went to sleep again and again. Later, I slowly found that I had become a baby, and I came to a world of cultivating immortals.
Later, an old man hugged him every day, called him grandson, and taught him to vomit, and over time he had the first wisp of true qi. Speaking of the reason, no one knows if he is a natural talent or a gift.
In fact, this is not bad, although the earth is full of regrets, there are still many people who love themselves in this world.
In this Immortal Cultivation Continent, the intricacies of forces Sudar City is just the tip of the iceberg, occupying the very center of the Shangyu Empire next to the Imperial City.
Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Yao Yan also gradually adapted to the identity of the grandson of the city lord, sleeping fourteen hours a day, eating for three hours, cultivating for four hours, and being in a daze for three hours. Life has been extremely comfortable, but the true qi has always been in a state of half-existence and half-nothingness, and has not been able to condense into Shan Tian, only a trace of true qi is scurrying around in the body.
There are a total of nine stages of cultivating immortals, such as refining qi, building a foundation, forming a pill, yuan infant, transforming into a god, entering a saint, crossing a tribulation, feathering, demigod, and sealing a god. Each stage is divided into one to nine stars. Only those who have cultivated to the level of refining qi can be counted as a qualified immortal cultivator, the sooner they master the true qi, the faster they will cultivate, and the more suitable the body meridians will be, otherwise the opposite will be.
Although Yao Yan mastered the true qi earlier than ordinary people, he was never able to condense the controllable true qi, just like you are rich but you can't buy any goods, and it is a pity to see the good years pass.
On this day, Yaoyan, as usual, sat on the edge of the bed after the condensation cyclone failed, and watched the stars in the sky. Countless questions appeared in my mind, why did I come to this world, was it accidental or artificial? If it was accidental, how should I go back? If it was artificial, what was the purpose of getting myself here? I just looked at the sky and thought endlessly.
Suddenly, I found that a star was very bright, very large, and it was getting bigger and bigger at a very fast speed, and it seemed to be falling! Yao Yan panicked instantly, this was the first time in his memory that he had witnessed a meteor turn into a meteorite and fly in his direction.
"Help" He subconsciously shouted, and then suddenly remembered that if this meteor fell into a meteorite, it would be in vain to call people to come, and then he was relieved to close his eyes and stop thinking and sit on the threshold waiting for death.
After a few breaths, I felt that the surroundings seemed to be much brighter, and I didn't feel the blazing heat or the sound of the meteorite breaking wind. Driven by curiosity, he opened his eyes again, and suddenly found himself in a cloud of white mist.
"Boy, the old man has finally found you. An old voice rang out slowly, unable to discern its direction in the fog, and seemed to come from all directions without a sound source.
"Your old man doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you looking for me?" Yao Yan heard that there was no hostility in this voice, but a little kindness and joy leaked out, and said casually
"Boy, the old man is here to accept you as an apprentice this time, the old man can solve your meridian problem and wish you to become an immortal cultivator. In addition, the old man can also teach you how to refine medicine. The voice continued to answer Yaoyan's words
Yao Yan listened: Good guy, the pharmacist wants to take me as an apprentice? Pharmacist is undoubtedly the most popular profession in the Immortal Cultivation Continent, not only can refine various functional pills, but even all kinds of poisons and poisonous gases that kill people invisibly.
Pharmacists have a total of ten grades from one to ten, and even the lowest-level first-grade pharmacists will attract the scramble of countless families. Of course, scarcity is expensive, the reason why pharmacists are so sought-after is because the conditions for becoming pharmacists are too harsh, first of all, there must be pure fire attribute true qi, secondly, there must be spiritual power and wealth beyond ordinary people, and the most important thing is that there must be pharmacists as mentors to teach pharmacology and medicinal properties, each of which makes people sigh.
After hearing this, Yao Yan always felt that the other party was a liar, and his heart did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to sleep a little. Although he was in the fog, it was not difficult to walk from the door of his room to the bed with his memory.
Yao Yan slowly turned around and came to his bed step by step, sat down, and then bent down and took off his shoes in one go.
"Old man, if I don't have anything else to help turn off the lights, I'm going to sleep. Yao Yan said and stretched, then lay down and covered the quilt and turned his back to sleep.
Bai Wu didn't answer his question, but slowly shrunk, gradually forming the shape of half a person, revealing an ethereal upper body floating beside Yao Yan's bedside: "Boy, in addition to refining medicine, the old man also has immortal level exercises to teach you." "The old man doesn't look like an old man at all now, just like a strange Shu millet who is holding a colorful lollipop to cheat on his little sister on the street.
Yao Yan glanced at the old man: "Old man, why do you want to take me as an apprentice?" The City Lord's Mansion is heavily guarded, it should be very powerful for you to break in unknowingly, it is enough to go out to cheat and eat and drink." ”
The old man rolled his eyes and thought, "So you kid took me for a liar?" "Boy, do you think I'm lying to you?"
Yao Yan nodded unknowingly: "Yes, what's wrong?"
The old man was instantly angry, and no one dared to speak to him like this, and he looked around and saw the iron lock on the gate of the courtyard. With a wave of his right hand, a large iron lock weighing several catties flew towards the half-floating old man's hand like a feather blown by the wind. The old man stretched out his right hand and reached to the right, and his five fingers were instantly clasped, and the iron lock outside the door had appeared in the old man's hand. Immediately after that, the old man's strength surged, and the iron lock slowly floated above the palm of his hand. The temperature in the room instantly increased, and the iron lock in the old man's hand instantly turned red and melted into molten iron.
Yao Yan sat on the bed in amazement, feeling the burning pain in front of him, and quietly watched the old man's trick in front of him.
The old man continued to operate disapprerovingly, and the molten iron floating in his hand gradually warmed up, and the molten iron continued to boil, while the volume was rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within a few seconds, it was only the size of a palm. The molten iron continued to tumble, slowly condensing into the shape of a dagger. The old man stretched out his left hand and made three strange marks on his chest, and the molten iron in his hand cooled from the inside, forming a dagger that stole the cold light.
The old man slashed the dagger at the bedside table next to him, and in an instant the cabinet was split in half from the middle. Yao Yan was blindfolded in an instant, can this dagger split the air?
The old man looked at the dagger in his hand and said proudly, "As a top-level pharmacist, refining weapons is also a compulsory course. This iron lock with old embroidery will be given to you as a gift. With that, he gently handed the dagger in his hand to Yaoyan.
Yao Yan took the dagger and looked at it repeatedly, but never touched the blade, which emitted a strong cold glow and seemed to be able to cut through all hard objects.
"Wow, this dagger is as sharp as clay, isn't it?" Yao Yan muttered to the one in his hand.
The old man ignored him, came to the table, picked up a cup of tea, and continued to ask: "Boy, you have also accepted the gift, hurry up and call the master, and start cultivating in a few days." ”
Yao Yan held the dagger in his hand and said to himself: This old man has a hand, and this wave of apprentices will not lose. So he put down the dagger, got out of bed, knelt on the ground barefoot, kowtowed three times, and hastily ended the apprenticeship.
"Old man, how are you going to solve my tendon problem?" Yao Yan was just about to turn around when he suddenly remembered.
The old man just drank a sip of tea, and instantly sprayed Yaoyan's face, "After worshipping the teacher, you still call the old man, doesn't the old man want to lose face?"
"Yes, teacher, you haven't asked for advice yet, what do you call it?"
Yao Yan suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to ask his name yet, "I, others used to call me Sun Luo. However, I prefer not to call me a pharmacist," said the pharmacist