Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Ding Zhengyi then looked around with apprehension, he originally thought that several other people would also be affected by mood swings and be restless.

However, the actual situation was beyond Ding Zhengyi's expectations, in his eyes, although there was still joy on the faces of Ding Zhengfeng and the others at this time, they were not too excited because of this, and they were still immersed in cultivation with great interest.

Seeing that several people did not show symptoms of unstable mood, Ding Zhengyi's heart that had just hung immediately let go, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

With the broadening of his horizons, Ding Zhengyi's understanding of Qi cultivation became more and more thorough.

In his view, the growth process of a monk is ostensibly only through the continuous accumulation of vitality, and finally the quantitative change leads to qualitative change, so as to achieve a leap in the level of life.

However, the hidden root is actually the sublimation of the soul, and the state of mind reflected with it is naturally the most important, if the monk is lacking in this aspect, then it is impossible for the cultivator to progress smoothly.

Under the unbearable foil of Ding Zhengyi just now, the mood of Ding Zhengfeng and the others at this time looked very good, and it seemed that there was a faint tendency to surpass him.

In fact, otherwise, several people must have self-knowledge in their hearts, although the gains on the dragon scale crocodile are large, but these are the credit of Ding Zhengyi, their efforts are minimal, and what they can get is naturally very limited.

The demon pill and natal scales of the dragon scale crocodile are extremely precious, these two spiritual objects are of course in Ding Zhengyi's bag, and a few people can share some crocodile skins and crocodile eggs, they are already satisfied, so there are not too many gains and losses.

After thinking about it for a while, Ding Zhengyi probably understood the reason for this, so he was a little relieved, but in his current state, it was still not suitable for immediate healing.

So Ding Zhengyi, who had nothing to do, naturally probed into the storage bag with his divine sense, wanting to continue to observe the gains he had just obtained for a while.

It's just that inadvertently, Ding Zhengyi saw the palm-sized wine jug in the corner of the storage space, and he took it out by chance, rubbed it gently in his hand, and played with it carefully.

This wine jug is just an ordinary low-level magic weapon, which can only isolate the volatilization of spiritual energy, and is worth no more than ten low-grade spirit stones at most, which is a little shabby to Ding Zhengyi at this time, but this is handed over to him by his father before leaving, of course, it is of great significance.

As a common item that Ding Zhongyuan has carried with him for decades, this wine jug conveys his strong feelings of concern.

At the same time, this also makes Ding Zhengyi think about things and people, and always keep in mind the concern of his parents at home, so along the way, he occasionally sees this thing, and he will unconsciously think twice before acting.

At this time when his state of mind was stable, Ding Zhengyi's mind was undoubtedly more transparent, his father's heart and his mother's care lingered in his heart at this time, and it did not disperse for a long time.

Fiddling with the wine jug at will, Ding Zhengyi listened to the "whoosh" sound of the wine in the pot hitting the wall of the kettle, and his thoughts were also erratic, for some reason, he actually felt that this sound was quite pleasant, and it seemed to wash away his complicated mood.

These inexplicable feelings came from clueless, and seemed ethereal, but they still prompted Ding Zhengyi to open the lid of the pot curiously, then picked it up and sniffed it on the tip of his nose twice, and finally put it to his mouth and took a slight sip.

A spicy taste suddenly spread in Ding Zhengyi's mouth, and then an indescribable energy rushed straight to his brain.

That kind of different stimulation seemed to be able to touch Ding Zhengyi's soul, faintly wiping away the selfish distractions in his mind, until a moment later, as the spirit wine flowed into his belly, it gradually dissipated, and finally spread to the whole body.

After briefly reminiscing about this sip of spiritual wine, Ding Zhengyi was surprised to find that at this time, his inexplicable sorrows seemed to be dispelled a lot by this energy, and the movement of his physical body qi and blood seemed to be speeding up a little, faintly with a hint of auxiliary healing effect.

Usually, Ding Zhengyi saw that his father drank two sips every day, and it seemed that he was quite enjoyable, but his mother kept counting that his move was a waste of cultivation resources, although he was submissive, but he didn't care, it seemed that he was addicted to alcohol and couldn't extricate himself.

This kind of thinking has prompted Ding Zhengyi to stay away from alcohol, and in his more than 20 years of cultivation life, he has never tried to drink spiritual wine, even when he is persuaded by people at family gatherings, he is always grateful and unmoved.

And at this time, an unconscious sip made Ding Zhengyi discover the mystery hidden in it, this low-grade spirit wine made from ordinary yellow tooth rice would have such a magical effect, so he couldn't help but let out a slurp.

Ding Zhengyi's knowledge of spirit wine is quite limited, and his misjudgment over the years has led to his own deliberate avoidance.

Now Ding Zhengyi only knew that spiritual wine could boost the interest of the monks, so it was indispensable in many banquets or intimate exchanges, and he didn't know anything about the rest.

However, Ding Zhengyi is familiar with the medicinal wine made from spirit wine, and he has maintained his yearning for this precious spiritual object known as "liquid elixir" for many years, wanting to taste its taste, but he has no chance.

The history of medicinal wine in the Qingyun cultivation realm is almost synchronized with the development of pills, and the effects of the two are almost the same, but the medicinal power of medicinal wine is weaker, so it pays more attention to assisting cultivation in ordinary times, while the medicinal power of pills is strong, and it is obviously better in terms of breakthroughs in cultivation.

The reason why the medicinal wine fascinated Ding Zhengyi was that it not only had the advantage of the pill to activate the vitality, but also had the disadvantage of residual erysipelas, which was simply the best aid for the monks in their long-term cultivation process.

At the same time, the brewing of medicinal liquor is also extremely simple, as long as it is based on ordinary spirit wine, plus the corresponding main medicine and some auxiliary spirit grass, compared with the talent required to refine the elixir, the huge amount of resource investment, the precious pill and the expensive alchemy furnace, the complexity of the processing of the two is almost a world apart.

According to the texts that Ding Zhengyi studied, even a monk who knew nothing about pills, as long as he could know some of the main medicines and related spiritual herbs, he could brew medicinal liquor freely, and there was almost no risk of failure.

However, the many advantages of medicinal wine still cannot hide its fatal shortcomings.

The extremely long brewing process and the extremely harsh storage environment greatly limited the popularity of medicinal wine, making it destined to become a common thing for monks, and it could not replace the dominant position of elixir in the cultivation world.

The brewing process of the extraordinary time is actually to completely eliminate the toxicity in the main drug.

The relevant mechanisms are introduced in the classics, and Ding Zhengyi has also read them carefully because of his interest, and in his opinion, these are easy to understand and very simple.

As far as he knows, when the medicinal wine is brewed, it will be guided by the pure vitality and unknown energy in the basic spirit wine, and there are some corresponding spirit herbs to assist, coupled with the unique natural environment, the three-pronged approach is indispensable, so that the toxicity in the main medicine can be slowly decomposed and assimilated, and finally only pure medicinal power will be left.

The power of time is extremely powerful, but it seems too long, and it is very effective to assimilate and decompose the toxicity in the main drug in this way, but the consumption is often more than twice the number of years of growth.

For example, if you use the silver silk grass that has matured for fifty years to brew the silver silk medicinal wine that assists the cultivation of qi cultivators, you have to spend a lot of manpower and material resources to maintain that specific environment, and then store it in it for a hundred years before it can be completed.

And what are the requirements of this harsh storage environment, various classics are often mentioned in one stroke, and they are as secretive as possible, so Ding Zhengyi also knows nothing, he only knows that extremely strong aura is a prerequisite for brewing medicinal wine.

The huge time cost, as well as the corresponding human and material resources in the process, coupled with the specific environment required, all limit the orderly production of medicinal wine.

In the Qingyun Cultivation Realm, needless to say, ordinary casual cultivators would not be able to wait for the medicinal wine to brew and mature, so they naturally wouldn't waste much thought in this regard.

However, the vast majority of Xiuzhen families have insufficient background, and their annual income is only enough to barely maintain their basic needs, so they rarely spend a huge amount of money to brew medicinal wine, otherwise the long-term investment of resources and no output will easily lead to the disintegration of the family.

Even those powerful sect forces, their annual expenditure for this is very limited, so the amount of finished medicinal wine produced is not large, and most of them are circulated and digested within their own sects, and rarely flow out to the outside world.

Many restrictions make it difficult to sell medicinal liquor on a large scale and continuously, and even the cultivation forces that take this as the foundation of their survival are normally supplied in limited quantities.

This also led to the current situation that medicinal wine was hard to find in the cultivation realm, with limited output and almost endless demand, making the price of medicinal wine with the same medicinal power almost double that of the elixir.

Slowly tasting the taste of spirit wine, Ding Zhengyi also flipped through the information in the depths of these memories, and in this leisurely memory, he unconsciously drank a small half pot of spirit wine.

It wasn't until he came out of his thoughts that Ding Zhengyi was surprised to find that his state seemed to have changed drastically, so he quickly put away the small wine jug in his hand and continued to meditate and heal.

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(Tianjin)