The last thing that caught Han Shi's attention was a book of Xiudan Miscellaneous Talks, one of which made him fall into deep thought.

About 1,800 years ago, an unknown second-grade alchemist inadvertently obtained a jade box in an uninhabited cave that exposed the entrance due to the collapse of a mountain stone, and the box was neatly placed with seven flavors of medicinal materials, and the alchemist only recognized three of them, and there was a paper pill next to the medicinal materials, which happened to match these medicinal materials.

After the alchemist returned to the sect, according to the description in the Dan prescription, the seven flavor medicinal materials were put into the Dan furnace in order, and the alchemy began, and the process was extremely smooth, and finally became eleven second-grade pills.

But to the alchemist's surprise, the final refining pill was extremely similar to the Huitian Pill he usually refined, and there was basically no difference in appearance, size, smell, and color.

After many verifications by alchemists, it was finally confirmed that these eleven were Huitian Pills, and the materials of the pills were exactly the same.

The Dan prescription of Huitian Dan is widely spread, and basically as long as it is a second-grade Dan master, it can be refined.

However, there is only one Danfang, a total of nineteen common medicinal materials, only one of which is the same as the unknown Danfang, and the other eighteen are completely different from the remaining six herbs, and the strange thing is that the final result is the same.

The medicinal materials in the jade box have been used up, the alchemist thought about it again and again, and he didn't dare to spread the matter, his cultivation is not high, if he attracts the attention of someone with a heart, I am afraid that his life will not be guaranteed.

Many years later, before the person died, the matter was recorded, but the Danfang had been lost, and the matter became a rumor, and no one further investigated.

Han Shi's eyes were thoughtful, and he turned his head to look at the fire-like sunset outside the window, until the sun set and the sky gradually darkened, feeling the change of light and darkness in the room, and suddenly, a thought exploded from his heart like thunder.

The setting sun sank behind the distant mountains, and the sky grew dark.

But for a short time he could not see the setting sun, but the sky did not immediately darken, but at a very slow pace, dimming until the night completely obscured the earth.

"Although I can't see it, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist, this sunset is like this, and so is the alchemy, the medicinal materials are different, the pills are the same, and the different paths are the same, but such a simple truth is easy to ignore, when I refine the pill, I need to give it a try. The corners of Han Shi's mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a touch of depth in the depths of the dull color in his eyes.

With a flick of his fingers, time passed quickly, and another half a year passed in a flash.

In the back mountain of Qiyun Peak, there is a quiet valley with green grass and lush trees, among which there is a gurgling stream.

This valley is a cultivation place specially prepared by Xuanyangzi for Han Yu, Han Yu sat cross-legged on a boulder, slowly exhaling, and in front of him were three crystal clear, milky white crystals, and the thick vitality emanated from it and was inhaled into Han Yu's body.

Half an hour later, Han Yu opened his eyes, two cold gazes swept over, his hands quickly pinched, and with a flick of the middle finger of his right hand, a trace of extremely thin white line flashed away at an extremely fast speed, landing in the middle of the stream not far ahead.

After just three breaths, the undulating water in the creek slowly stopped, and a layer of ice began to condense along the surface of the water.

There were a few small fish under the ice, very curious about this scene, and they swallowed bubbles in their mouths and looked towards the ice.

Suddenly, even these small fish suddenly solidified and turned into a part of the ice.

The creek shimmers in the sunlight, and this scene is like a beautiful sculpture.

After a few breaths, Han Yu waved his right hand, and a white line in the stream suddenly jumped up, and returned to Han Yu's hand like lightning, this white line was the cold ice vitality that Han Yu cultivated.

As the ice melted, the stream slowly resumed its flow, and the little fish seemed to sense something, flicked their tails, and swam into the depths.

Han Yu retracted his gaze, his expression was as usual, and he casually picked up a one-foot-long dead branch on the ground, put it in the palm of his hand, and a wave of power burst out from Han Yu's body.

The dead branches trembled slightly, and new shoots bloomed on the dead branches, and the roots at the other end also grew, and when the roots grew to a length of about half a foot, Han Yu withdrew his Yuan Li and planted the old branches that had sprouted new shoots and new roots into the soil.

Looking at the old branch that came back to life, after half a sound, the usual coldness on Han Yu's face also receded a lot.

But this coldness immediately condensed again, and a three-foot-long wicker appeared in Han Yu's hand, hanging softly and dragging it to the ground.

Han Yu's eyes were cold, and there was a great intent to kill the grass and trees, and the wicker instantly stretched straight, like a sharp spear, flying up like lightning, stabbing towards the mountain cliff ten zhang away.

I only heard a pop, and the wicker pierced straight into the extremely hard mountain rock, and after penetrating it to a depth of one foot, it lost its strength and was unable to continue to go deeper, and the two feet behind it hung down softly, seeing this, Han Yu's brows furrowed slightly, obviously dissatisfied.

At the moment when Han Yu frowned, the figure of a white-haired old man appeared at the mouth of the valley, nodded slightly, and with a call of his hand, the wicker slowly separated from the mountain rock, turned into a green shadow, and flew into the old man's hand.

This may seem simple, but it is actually extremely difficult.

The wicker is soft, and it is urged by the yuan force, making it as hard as iron, hitting the rock, it is not difficult, what is needed is just the vigor of the yuan force.

Once the Yuan Force in the wicker is dissipated, it will only be softer, so if you want to take out the wicker, Han Yu asked himself, can't do it.

It's not that he hasn't done it, but with a little force, the wicker breaks.

This white-haired old man smiled with a smile on his face, and his figure appeared in front of Han Yu in a flash, who was it not Xuan Yangzi.

Han Yu's face was cold with respect from the heart, and he hugged his fists and said, "Han Yu has seen Master. ”

Xuanyangzi restrained his smile slightly, stared at Han Yu and said, "In one year, Ning Yuan's quadruple peak, good, it is better to be able to cultivate the dual attributes of ice and wood to such a realm at the same time." ”

Han Yu's face was still cold, he was not good at words, although he was excited about the master's praise, but he pressed it, and his expression did not show anything, but he just bowed his hand to Xuanyangzi again, and stood quietly to the side, listening to the teachings.

Xuanyangzi didn't care, he knew that this disciple's temperament seemed to be indifferent, but he was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but it was not disrespectful to him.

"Han Yu, why do you want to turn your fingers around the soft into a hundred steels?" Xuanyangzi unfolded his palm, revealing the clump of wicker.

"It doesn't have to be this way to break through this rock. Under the flick of Xuanyangzi, the wicker turned into a green fluctuation, undulating like a small snake, rushing towards the cliff, and in the blink of an eye, it burrowed into it.

Han Yu's pupils contracted, this matter was incredible, and it also proved the strength of Master Xuanyangzi, and it also made Han Yu's heart of cultivation add a deep firmness.

"Softness can overcome rigidity, rigidity can also overcome softness, the key is, how do you think. Xuanyangzi turned his back to Han Yu and said slowly.

"What my generation of monks cultivates is not only cultivation, but more importantly, the perception of the way of heaven and earth, so that the word "path" can be called the word "Tao". ”

Xuanyangzi paused slightly, and said: "Han Yu, your penance, in the entire Xuanyang Gate, it is difficult for anyone to surpass you, but if you only have penance, your future will not be able to set foot at the peak, and in the meantime, what you lack needs to be realized by yourself!"

Han Yu's eyes were full of thought, and he nodded heavily towards Xuanyangzi.

"Your fellow countryman named Han Shi has now become the only disciple of Luo Yunfeng, and his spiritual root is far inferior to yours, but what your seventh uncle values is not his spiritual root. ”

"Han Yu, with what you know about Han Shi, do you know what is so extraordinary about him?"

Han Yu's face showed a cautious expression, and he said in a deep voice: "The disciple had a confrontation with Han Shi before he started, and it can be said that he is completely at a disadvantage, what I admire most about this person is not the level of martial arts, but his attitude when encountering problems." ”

No matter how much oppression and challenges he faced, he was always calm, and his disciples can be sure that this calmness came from the heart, not pretended. ”

"Ask yourself, if I were in his position, I would be so calm, and this is the biggest gap between my disciple and him. ”

Xuanyangzi glanced at Han Yu appreciatively, nodded slightly, and said, "Dare to directly say what you are inferior to others, this is something that many monks have not been able to do in their lives. ”

"This, Han Yu, you are very good!"