Drunk Immortal Gourd

"Are you looking for an alchemy room? Do you know how to make alchemy?" Shangguan Yan looked incredulous.

"I know a little bit." Qingyang said calmly.

"A guard from a rich country man's family just won the first place in the primary election of the Holy Son of Kuzhong City. He can even make alchemy. Can you tell me what else you don't know?" Shangguan Yan said.

Shangguan Yan originally wanted to ask a few more questions about Qingyang's origins and how he learned how to make alchemy. He has such outstanding abilities but is willing to serve as a guard for others. However, thinking about his previous questions, Qingyang did not answer directly. , she could only give up this plan and said: "Forget it, you can even get the first place in the primary election of the Holy Son, and it doesn't seem that unusual to be able to make alchemy. Since you don't want to go into details, I don't care, but I’ve been shopping with you for a long time. I’m so tired that my back hurts and my legs are cramping. I want to find a place to rest for a while. You don’t agree with me, right?”

Qingyang wandered around for so long but found nothing. He was a little frustrated and said: "Since Miss Shangguan has requested it, I naturally want to accompany you. Where do you want to go?"

Shangguan Yan looked around and saw a small road in front of him. At the end of the road there was a small farmyard, followed by several thatched huts. The front was tied with a bamboo fence to form a courtyard. There were trees and ponds in the courtyard, and there seemed to be some cultivated land in it. Tian, ​​so he casually said: "Just over there."

Qingyang had no objection to this, so he and Shangguan Yan strolled towards the simple little courtyard. There were very few monks in Wuliang Mountain. Except for the core area where Wuliang Saint was located and the courtyards where the quasi-holy sons lived, There are very few redundant buildings. Occasionally, there are some simple courtyards, but no one lives in them. I don’t know what they are used for.

Qingyang and Shangguan Yan originally thought that this farmhouse courtyard was empty, so they didn't think too much about it. They just walked around and took a rest. Unexpectedly, when they got closer, they found that there were people living in the courtyard. Maybe they were aware of it. When someone approached, a middle-aged woman came out of the hut.

This middle-aged woman's cultivation level is not high, she is only in the middle of the foundation building stage. She was not surprised when she saw Qingyang and Shangguan Yan, but asked calmly: "I wonder what you two are here for?"

Shangguan Yan didn't expect to meet a foundation-building monk just walking around. Some monks like to be quiet and the most taboo is to be disturbed. She quickly said: "We were just walking around casually. When we saw a courtyard here, we came over to take a look. I didn’t expect to disturb the senior’s Qingxiu.”

The middle-aged woman smiled and said: "There is nothing to disturb the Qing Dynasty? Only the old man and I live in this courtyard. The old man has been busy with his own affairs recently, and no one comes to talk to me on weekdays. , I am so busy all alone, I wish someone could come over. If the two of us don’t mind the humble abode, let’s come in and sit.”

The other party took the initiative to invite them, and they couldn't go back anymore, so they walked into the courtyard through the bamboo door. Although they didn't know whether the other party had any malicious intentions, Wuliang Mountain was not big in total, and there was the Holy Lord Wuliang sitting there, so it must have been No one would casually harm the two quasi-holy sons.

From a distance, they looked like just a few simple huts. When we entered the yard, we realized that the house was actually very delicately built. From the outside, there were a total of three doors. Inside the middle door, there were tables, chairs and other items, like In a hall, a door on the right is closed. It is probably the living area. The door on the left is not closed. It can be seen that the space inside seems to be very large.

Standing outside the room on the left, you can even vaguely see that there seems to be an alchemy furnace placed in the middle of the room, and sitting next to it is an old man with white hair and beard. The middle-aged woman said before that there were only two people in the yard. People live there, so this old man must be the old man he calls her. As for the old man she said has been busy with his own affairs, he must be refining elixirs in this room.

After walking around for a whole day, he still couldn't find a place where he could make elixirs. He didn't expect that because of Shangguan Yan's words, he would meet someone making elixirs here. Qingyang was curious, so he came to the door and looked inside. Others were refining elixirs in seclusion, with heavy protection outside for fear of being disturbed. However, this old man was refining elixirs with the door open. He must not be afraid of outsiders watching.

Qingyang Divine Sense can't be used yet, and I can't tell that this old man has any cultivation level based on my eyesight alone. He seems to be just an ordinary mortal old man. However, since the middle-aged woman is an immortal cultivator, this old man should also be a foundation builder. The monks only use secret techniques to hide their cultivation so that they cannot be seen.

Shangguan Yan also discovered that the old man seemed to be refining elixirs. It really took no effort to find the old man without any effort. Shangguan Yan gave Qingyang a proud look. As a result, he just made a casual suggestion and met someone else refining elixirs. Fortunately, If you take the initiative to ask, you will avoid many unnecessary mistakes.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be very interested in alchemy, the middle-aged woman introduced from behind: "The man inside is my old man. He has been sitting in the house for several months in order to refine a foundation-building elixir. It’s so hard that I can only spend time here with him.”

Foundation-building level elixirs are considered low-level pills in Qingyang's eyes. Not to mention his previous peak period, even if he can't use his spiritual power now, he can still make them with experience. This old man wants a foundation-building level pill. The elixir has been sitting for several months. It seems that the talent is not very good. But it's normal. This old man has a foundation-building cultivation level, so it is indeed difficult to refine elixirs of the same level.

Qingyang didn't say anything. Shangguan Yan beside him became curious for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Senior, what is the elixir that is so difficult to refine?"

The middle-aged woman didn’t know whether it was because she had been suppressed by no one to talk to for a long time, or because she was born with natural familiarity. She didn’t notice anything wrong at all, and said: “It seems to be called the Tongqiao Pill. It's very effective. The old man has been studying this elixir for several years. He thought he had a thorough understanding half a year ago, so he started trying to refine it. As a result, he wasted dozens of materials, but he never succeeded. I have tried to persuade him. He needs talent to make alchemy, but if he doesn’t have talent, it’s useless to just practice hard. As a result, he can’t listen to anything.”

The Tongqiao Pill is a common elixir among monks. As a senior alchemy king, Qingyang is naturally very familiar with it. The Tongqiao Pill is a slightly more difficult type of foundation-building elixir, which is just as difficult as the Foundation-Building Pill. The elixir was a little bit worse. This old man used his foundation-building skills to refine the foundation-level enlightenment elixir. It was pretty good, not as bad as the middle-aged woman said.

It is difficult for those who don’t know how to do it. It is easy to refine Qingyang, the Tongqiao Pill, but it is not necessarily the case for those low-level alchemists, especially beginners. When refining the Tongqiao Pill, a certain Some places require special attention, and mistakes may occur if you are not careful.