Yi Xiaobai is not a stingy person, and puts all the ginseng in the back kitchen. I also asked Cai Jue what she usually eats, and she was going to make some food for it.

He took Caijue around the ingredient room more than a dozen times, recording the food it wanted to eat one by one on the bamboo plaque. Each finger is the same as a glance at the color jue, and if it nods, it is classified as a favorite. When he was almost done, his bamboo plaque lit up with a dark light, and there were various food recipes on it.

As soon as it appeared, Caijue burned the bamboo plaque with a fire. The bamboo plaque, which I thought could not be destroyed, was burned down by fire so easily. At the same time as the fire, Cai Jue pecked his hand, and the fire did not burn his hand.

"Hey, my divine bird, even if I have 50,000 tributes now, you don't want to spoil me like this. As soon as he thought of going to Song Xianren to get a new bamboo plaque, he was terrified.

Sure enough, before he could go, he heard a familiar voice appear in the sky above the ground: "Yi Xiaobai damaged the Zhuzi token and fined five hundred tributes." ”

With a bang, a new bamboo sign appeared on him, missing five hundred tributes. His bamboo plaque showed that there were only five hundred and three tributes left.

"This ...... What about my 50,000 tributes?" Yi Xiaobai looked up and down, left and right several times, but found no trace of his tribute. "You are pit people, you said that the good tribute of 50,000 men, it is okay to give 1,000!"

Before he finished speaking, the bamboo sign lit up again, this time it was a voice: "Fifty thousand tributes will not be missing you at all, if you raise Caijue to death in the past two months, don't want any tribute." If you need a mangong urgently, you can use it at any time. The disciples of this sect have tens of thousands of personal tributes, and the Zhu plate cannot be displayed...... In the end, what Caijue eats is the spiritual fluid at the time of gestation. ”

He listened carefully and asked, "Who are you?"

He glanced at Cai Jue: "The spiritual liquid at the time of gestation?"

"Isn't that ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, and the colorful spirit of the multicolored land......? This is to toss me to death Yi Xiaobai!?"

Caijue fell on his head, and Xu was tired and lay on it. Yi Xiaobai had no choice but to go into the back kitchen and boil it with spiritual liquid. When it came to its senses, it drank the ichor on its own.

This was the case for the first three days, and Cai Jue did not call. followed Yi Xiaobai very obediently, except for the people in the land, they didn't know that he had given birth to the seven-colored Jue.

"I'm going to hide today, you stay in the room well, Wu Zhuang will send you spiritual liquid when the time comes, and I'll be back tomorrow." ”

Yi Xiaobai explained, closed the doors and windows, and left the ground.

As soon as he came out of the ground, he heard other people talking, and he didn't know whether to talk about him or others, and he didn't have the heart to listen to their gossip, he just wanted to hide it quickly and solve the problem of washing the spiritual fluid on his body.

I happened to hear a high-pitched voice: "Isn't this Yi Xiaobai? I heard that he also raised Caijue, why hasn't he handed in the task until now?"

"I'm afraid it's not a dumb egg, but it's too common, and I've raised several of them before hatching one. ”

"It's still the senior brother of C-Di, who is so powerful that he actually gave birth to a two-color Jue, almost a three-color. ”

......

Only then did he realize that he had come to the mission office, and after passing through the mission office, he had reached Tibet.

Very few people who climbed the mountain peak would go because they needed too much tribute, which made their new outer disciples out of reach. For now, they don't need to go into Tibet at all, and they have special disciples to answer all kinds of cultivation questions for them.

On the way, he listened to the braggings of those people at the mission, and he was extremely proud in his heart, and he was not angry at all because of their belittlement. Humming a song, he walked through the mission and walked to the front of the hiding. Unlike what he had imagined, he thought it was very high, like a tower, dividing each floor into books.

And the hiding here is a courtyard house, there is an old man lying at the door, with white hair and white clothes holding a fan, is leisurely rocking the rocking chair, every time he shakes the chair, it makes a squeak.

Yi Xiaobai glanced at it, took a few steps back, looked at the sign again, made sure that it was hidden, walked up to the old man again, and said politely: "Elder, I'...... I'm going into Tibet. ”

The old man did not speak, nor did he open his eyes, but only raised his hand and pointed to the wooden table next to him, signaling him to put down the bamboo card and enter. He put down the bamboo card, walked past the old man, and entered Tibet.

After he entered, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and whispered: "The afterlife is terrifying." ”

Yi Xiaobai went into hiding only to find that although it didn't look big on the outside, there was a hole inside, and there was a class of books on display in each room. What satisfies him the most is that he doesn't need to look for books by himself, he only needs to write the books he wants to find on the bamboo sign at the guide place, and it will automatically be piled up in front of him.

He walked into a transparent space and wrote out the four words of the Pulp Cleansing Spiritual Liquid, and in just a moment, five books appeared in his space, all of which involved the Pulp Cleansing Spiritual Liquid.

Yi Xiaobai couldn't help but shake his head in disgust: "It's so easy to use, no wonder it takes five hundred tributes at a time." ”

There is a table and a chair in the space, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there is no superfluity. I picked up the top book and opened it to read it, and after reading a few pages, I found that it was a book for making the spiritual liquid of the marrow, put it aside, and read it again.

After reading several books in succession, he didn't find any books that taught him how to decipher the marrow washing elixir. But it would be too wasteful to go out like this, so he decided to see how to make it first, and then find a way to crack it. Halfway through it, he didn't understand the mysteries at all, the various medicinal herbs, and the various methods of making spiritual liquid.

The more he didn't understand, the more he wanted to understand. He didn't pay any attention to the person in the space on the right, staring at him suspiciously. After the man left, Yi Xiaobai was still looking at the production method of the marrow washing spiritual liquid. He has been stopping at the medicinal materials and refining methods, this is a new world for him, and he wants to go to that world to see what kind of spiritual liquid elixir can be made with what medicinal materials.

The day passed quickly, and he seemed to forget that he was still consuming Mengong, and he just wanted to specialize in what he wanted. He didn't leave the space until the next day, when the person on his right came in again, he stretched his waist and said to himself tiredly, "Where is this primordial infant spirit?

He once again wrote the spirit of the infant on the bamboo plaque, and a book immediately flew into his space.

"Is this playing tricks on me? If you want the soul of a primordial old monster, can't you be kind to me?!" Yi Xiaobai closed the book angrily, he felt that the world was very unfriendly to him.

If it is said that it is to have a spirit of several layers of qi training, it is not too difficult, this can't even look down on building a foundation, and directly step into the Yuan Baby. Except for seeing Song Xianren and a few elders Zhuji, he had never come into contact with anyone other than Zhuji.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he began to specialize in the marrow cleansing spirit liquid again. In the past two days, he has still made some discoveries.

The marrow cleansing spirit liquid only takes effect on each person once, and if there is a spiritual root, it is to suppress that person's spiritual root with the cultivation of the primordial infant spirit in the marrow washing spiritual fluid, thus becoming a mortal without a spiritual root. On the contrary, those who have no spiritual roots will absorb the cultivation of the primordial infant and old monster, although they cannot reach the point of ascending to the sky in one step, but they are also hundreds of times better than other talents.

He guessed: "If my cultivation exceeds the cultivation of the primordial old monster in the marrow cleansing spirit liquid, won't I be able to crack the medicinal use of the marrow cleansing spirit liquid?

"But...... I can't even practice Qi cultivation now, so what can I talk about cultivating more than the Yuanying Old Monster? Is there someone who has more than the Yuanying cultivation to help me clear it, is it okay? But where can I find this, not to mention that my cultivation doesn't necessarily pay attention to me!"

I thought of various methods, but I never got the way he wanted to crack it.

"Heaven is going to kill me! Why am I so hard!"

Yi Xiaobai looked sad, and his hair was scattered by him, like a madman. He really didn't want to stay any longer, so he cleaned up the paper on the table, put it in his bag, and prepared to leave.

When he walked to the door, he wanted to pick up the bamboo sign and leave, but found that it was already early in the morning of the third day, and his tribute had been deducted.

"What?!, so that a thousand and a half tributes were deducted?!" He immediately retracted his hand, looking at the deduction data displayed on it, extremely surprised. He no longer had the same emotion as he had on the first day, and now he still felt sorry for his Mengong.

If he couldn't cultivate for the rest of his life, he would be fooling around with these 50,000 tributes on the mountaineering peak. With such a long life, where is the 50,000 tribute enough?

Seeing that Mengong was all detained, he had no choice but to go back to hide it, muttering in his mouth: "Pit the little master Mengong again! This mountaineering peak is full of pits!"

Sitting back in the transparent space, his books still in their place, just as they had been when he went out. He slapped the table angrily: "This is the way to cut me off! If I can't beat you, I will definitely hammer you to death! It's so hateful! The most hateful thing is to divide the land, didn't you say that the land has no spiritual root? How come you have a spiritual root when you come to me? Then why didn't you divide me to the first place......

Yi Xiaobai was extremely angry, and he was alone in the space. Anyway, what he said inside, no one else could hear it, and they could only see him talking to himself in the space, angrily. In the eyes of the person next to him, such Yi Xiaobai was even a little funny.

Long. He saw someone next to him and yelled at the man, "Look at it!"

Before the words fell, he saw a familiar face, Yi Xiaobai looked at the man in surprise, pointed at him and said, "You...... Fu Lingxian, why are you here?"

When he saw Fu Lingxian, he was very surprised, how could he have so many tributes to come to this place? Opened the door, walked outside the person's space, said hello, and motioned for him to come out.

But he wrote the word "Jing" on the paper and pasted it in front of Yi Xiaobai's eyes, not wanting to pay attention to him. Fortunately, the people in the space couldn't hear the sound outside, so no matter what he said, Fu Lingxian couldn't hear it. I want to talk about "Double Soul God of War" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~