After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 169 Laying a solid foundation

  The turtle bead is a giant turtle that he took from the bottom of the fairy lake cave. The essence of hundreds of years of cultivation, except for the demon pills, the giant tortoise has turned them into spirit beads. Since it was for his own use, of course he couldn't be stingy, and just used a turtle bead as medicine.

  As for the origin of Toad Su, it is also unusual. It was obtained by Sun Fuping, the great master of the country, from the purple golden toad that jumped on board when the walnut boat was traveling in the Panlong Desert. To put it bluntly, they are also toads, but they are mutated by the influence of the Dafang pot, but they also secrete serous fluid on their bodies and behind their ears, and they are made into toads when dried.

  Sun Fuping knew the goods, and took the useful parts of the two dead Zijin toads before throwing them overboard. He didn't expect that he was robbed by He Chunhua before he died, and the treasures were cheap for his enemies.

  Put two catties of local honey and emperor syrup into the pot, and the sugar water becomes thick immediately, and some can't stir the spoon; when the five herbs are put in, the sugar water becomes light black and very turbid.

  He Lingchuan didn't pour in the last turtle beads and toad powder until it started to bubble.

   It is strange to say that the liquid in the tank was originally black and oily, like mud puddle water in a swamp, but when these two things were added, the color began to fade, from light black to dark brown, light brown...

  Finally, it becomes a less uniform dark yellow.

   "No way, why is it this color?" He Lingchuan held up a candle to illuminate the bottom of the can, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like—

  He didn't give up, and boiled another half a cup of tea, but it just didn't change color.

   This round of refining is over. Besides, the liquid in the jar is now as viscous as maltose, which can be stirred up with chopsticks, and it will become mushy after cooking.

  Alo explained that the better the quality of the diluent refined, the more beautiful the color. The most successful ones are gold, red, and red gold, and the worst ones should be dark green. He Lingchuan finally refined this color, and to be honest he was barely able to pass.

  If Arlo were here, he might have kicked his jar over.

  No way, who made him a first brother? Of course, the most likely factor is that the medicinal materials bought from the town are of poor quality.

  Holding chopsticks, He Lingchuan carefully scraped the ointment from the bottom of the jar.

  The dark yellow ointment was wrapped around the bamboo chopsticks several times, and the more it was wrapped, the thicker and rounder it became.

  This color, this shape, alas.

  He still has to eat.

  Even if he knew what it was, he would be ashamed to say it. Who made him have a cleanliness?

  He Lingchuan closed his eyes, eat!

Um? The taste is not bad, very sweet, and there is no strange smell.

  He took two more sips.

  Unexpectedly, the cook suddenly rushed over from the back hall barefoot, holding an iron pot in his hand and shouting: "Who is here! Who!"

  He got up in the middle of the night and suddenly heard movement here.

   "Dare to steal from the government, you little thief—ah!" The cook stopped abruptly, but He Lingchuan subconsciously turned his head.

  The cook's tone also twisted and raised abruptly:

   "—It's the young master! That's all right."

  He said something awkward, gave He Lingchuan a smile like a full moon, and turned his heels back.

  As soon as he turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared.

  What is Young Master He holding in his hand, and what is on his mouth?

  Did he read it right?

   It’s not impossible, I haven’t eaten any delicacies, why do I have to—?

  But in a blink of an eye, he remembered the dog he had raised at home.

   "I'm not..." He Lingchuan wanted to explain, but the soles of his feet seemed oiled, and he couldn't even scream, "I didn't..."

  Even if you say it out loud, can people believe it?

  He could only silently swallow the ointment on the chopsticks, get up and go back to the room.

  Unexpectedly, he had only walked halfway, his stomach was gurgling, and there was a sudden colic, which made him almost unable to straighten his back.

  It works so, so fast?

   How can it be effective in this regard?

  He Lingchuan didn't have time to think about it, and rushed halfway to the hut.

  Just squatting down, the breath pierced through the dantian, the meal was earth-shattering, and the nocturnal birds outside the hut were almost scared away.

   Fortunately, he came and went in a hurry. When He Lingchuan stood up, he felt comfortable and light all over, as if he had lost four or five catties all of a sudden.

  When other people ate Diliujiang, including himself taking Diliujiang this morning, there was a hot current in his stomach, and he wanted to adjust his breath quickly. Why is it that the emperor's first reaction was to squat in the hole after taking it loose?

   One word short, so much difference?

  He Lingchuan couldn't muster up the courage to look down at all, so he quickly scooped up water to wash his hands and face, and walked back.

  When I take such a step, I feel like a spring is installed on the heel, and I feel like I am walking.

  This feeling of being as light as a swallow is even more comfortable than when I finished adjusting my breath this morning, no, it is even more comfortable when I just woke up.

  Back in the house, He Yue had already fallen asleep. I don't know if it's the effect of the emperor's juice, but the second child who has always been reserved even when sleeping, actually made a slight cry today.

  He Lingchuan sat on the bed but didn't feel sleepy, after all, he only got up for a few hours.

   That's all, let's practice for a while.

  He got up and took a round futon, and found a quiet place to sit down.

  The moonlight is like water, and it is extraordinarily gentle on the body.

  The buzzing of insects around was much louder than last night, but it didn't affect him.

  As soon as He Lingchuan got his breath mixed, he fell into samadhi, much faster than usual.

  …

   This meditation took another four hours.

  When He Lingchuan opened his eyes again, it was already dawn, and the eastern sun shone directly on his face.

  There were two guards standing outside the yard, probably sent by He Chunhua, so as not to be disturbed by idlers.

   Seeing him get up, the guard quickly turned around and said, "Congratulations, young master!"

  He Lingchuan was about to ask where the joy came from, when a gust of wind blew by, and he suddenly smelled a foul smell, like rotten fish and rotten shrimps on the pier for days and nights.

  Although it is not as good as fragrant dumplings, it is enough to make people shy away.

  For example, the two guards took three big steps back abruptly.

  He Lingchuan lowered his head and sniffed, only to be sure that the stench came from himself.

   Pulling open the skirt, the skin surface was actually covered with a layer of light black mucus, which was foul-smelling.

  Arms, arms, legs, everywhere.

   Mrs. Ying happened to pass by, and she pinched her nose and called him: "It stinks. Chuan'er, go take a bath, hot water is ready!"

   "Hey good."

  In the room behind the kitchen, several wooden barrels were lined up, steaming.

  As soon as he jumped in, the mucus on He Lingchuan's body soaked into the hydration ink, staining most of the bucket of water black.

  He had no choice but to change another bucket of water.

  After washing five buckets like this, soaping four times before and after, and using a big brush, the black oil on my body was completely removed. He Lingchuan soaked in the hot water, and felt that the pores of his body were opened, and the heat circulated back and forth in the five internal organs, which was indescribably comfortable.

  After he finished bathing, washed and changed his clothes, he also had the illusion that every cell was full of power, as if he could punch a hole in the sky with just one hand.

  He Lingchuan knew that the appearance of this state meant that the Diliuye he had taken had really had an effect.

  People are pure and flawless when they are born, and then roll around in the turbid world of mortals. The innate aura dissipates, and the acquired filth slowly accumulates.

  The human heart accumulates dirt and raises three corpses.

  Personal accumulation of filth, dragging away the source.

  If things go on like this, it will be difficult to get rid of the pain of illness and old age.

  Leaving aside the change of mood, the first step for a practitioner to enter the hall is to get rid of the acquired dirt and return himself to a pure place, so as to lay the foundation for future triumphant advancement.

  How many people are stuck at this step, it is because the filth and the original source are accompanied by each other, and under ordinary conditions, the impurity is basically eliminated.

  In addition to opening up the wisdom of the stubborn, the most precious part of Diliuye is here.

  The discharge of this layer of black mucus marks that He Lingchuan has succeeded in one fell swoop with the help of the power of Diliuye!

   Once the foundation is laid, practice can get twice the result with half the effort.

  He Lingchuan stretched his waist, and the bones all over his body rattled, like a string of small firecrackers exploding.

  He felt somewhat regretful.

  In fact, I rushed to Shuanghe Town last night. The medicinal materials I bought were of average quality and not old enough, and the potency of the final medicine was limited.

  A Luo also told him that the prescription developed by Panlong City for Emperor Liuye, apart from using the energy-yielding tendon cutting marrow for the first time, the most important thing is to use it to stimulate and amplify the effectiveness of other elixir.

  What is Emperor Ooze? Its essence is the purified aura of heaven and earth, the essence source of all life in the world. After entering the biological body circulation, it will provide the most comfortable environment for the body's operation and practice.

  Originally, no matter whether it was Toad Su or Turtle Bead, the power contained in it was so abundant that it was almost overwhelming for He Lingchuan, especially the former was also highly poisonous. If swallowed directly, it might cause his veins to swell and explode to death. But now he has the support of Emperor Liuzhi, and the power of both of them has been brought together to be submissive. At least in the next three months, he will slowly submit to him, and truly complete the transformation from external force to his own real power.

  With the boosting and stabilizing effects of Diliuye, how many potion formulas can be made with it is actually full of room for imagination.

  He Lingchuan lamented that the crudest emperor liquid that he made has such a miraculous effect, so how powerful are the various strange medicines made by the professional pharmacists in Panlong City from the emperor liquid?

  Unfortunately, that has nothing to do with him. It would be nice if I could get a prescription.

   Well, in fact, the most difficult thing to get is Emperor Ointment, right?

  The once-in-a-decade opportunity just passed away. The next time I see Di Liuzhi again, I don't know when I will have to wait.

   Having said that, why did the Panlong City period have the opportunity to encounter Emperor Liuzhi four times in three years?

   Pure chance?

  He Chunhua and the others sat in a circle outside the hut to discuss matters, and they were startled when they saw He Lingchuan walking up and down.

  Although he maintains his usual sloppy manner, this guy has a clear eye and looks like a tiger, and no one else dares to approach him.

   So much so that He Chunhua had an idea:

   Is this really my useless son?

  It's a pity that He Lingchuan failed as soon as he opened his mouth: "You are late, it seems that you didn't even catch lunch?"

   After adjusting the breath, the stomach has also eased, and now it is rumbling with hunger.

  He Chunhua had no choice but to order his subordinates: "Go get him something to eat."

  He Lingchuan found a bamboo chair and sat down on his own, and Wu Shaoyi immediately cupped his hands beside him: "Congratulations, young master, the foundation laying is completed!"

  He Lingchuan has already passed the high threshold like a tiger in the road, regardless of the cultivation method or martial arts. Wu Shaoyi has rich experience and can see through it at a glance.

  (end of this chapter)