Mortal Immortal Gourd

After Ergou's cultivation was promoted to the sixth level of Qi Refining, his spiritual awareness in the upper Dantian was greatly enhanced.

Finally, he could enter the jade pendant to learn alchemy.

Before, his spiritual awareness was not enough. Every time he entered the jade pendant, he could only learn a few kinds of spiritual medicine knowledge, and he didn't even learn the recipe.

Every time Master Baihe talked about that position, his spiritual awareness was exhausted, so he had to quit.

After his spiritual awareness was enhanced this time, he learned several kinds of spiritual medicine and two recipes.

One is the recipe for Peiyuan Pill. The one he ate last time was Peiyuan Pill.

The main medicine is 100-year-old ginseng. The ginseng he planted is only more than 50 years old.

As for the auxiliary medicine, it is the same as Peiyuan Guben Pill, but the age of the medicinal materials is slightly higher, which is not a problem.

The other one is called Huanzhen Dan, which is a healing elixir.

The main medicine requires two spiritual herbs, and he only has one of them, which is the seven-leaf bone-refining grass.

The other spiritual herb is called Longgen, and he doesn't have it.

In addition, there is still a lack of spiritual charcoal, and it is still impossible to refine the elixir.

The virtual image of Baihe Zhenren explained in detail the proportions of various spiritual herbs in the elixir recipe, as well as the process and method of refining.

Although it is only a basic elixir recipe, there are still many things to pay attention to.

Fortunately, Baihe Zhenren explained it in detail, integrating his many years of experience in refining elixirs into it, and explaining it in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Let Ergou, a beginner, understand it at once, but I don't know if he can refine it at once.

He learned the technology in vain, but he couldn't use it, which made him feel itchy.

After thinking about it for a while on the mountain, he wanted to try it with 50-year-old ginseng, even if it was for cultivation.

As for the spiritual charcoal, he planned to use ordinary charcoal, store it in a gourd for a period of time, and it would be spiritual, maybe it could replace the spiritual charcoal.

He did it as he thought, he reluctantly cut down a jujube tree, dug a clay kiln, burned the jujube tree into charcoal, and stored it in the gourd.

Then he took out the five-foot-high cauldron.

This cauldron was stained with a lot of blood before, and after being washed several times by him, the texture was still glowing with blood.

He was a little worried, what if the elixir he refined was poisonous?

He simply went down the mountain to ask Ji Cang.

Ji Cang knocked on the elixir furnace with his curved fingers, making a dull sound.

"This furnace is of good quality. Was it stolen?"

"Of course it was stolen. How could someone give me such a good thing if I didn't steal it? I couldn't beat him, so I just stole it."

Ji Cang felt that he shouldn't ask, and made up his mind that he would never invite Ergou to his house as a guest in the future.

It's best not to let this person know which direction the door opens.

"The furnace is actually a kind of magic weapon, and it is more difficult to refine than ordinary magic weapons such as swords, and the cost is higher and the value is expensive."

"How expensive is it?"

Hearing that it is very expensive, Ergou feels that he has made a profit.

"It will cost at least a few hundred spiritual stones. Even the kind of Peiyuan Pill you are familiar with cannot be exchanged for 100 pills."

"Moreover, given the current situation of the Zhou Dynasty, there is no way to buy spiritual stone pills, and you can't buy them at all."

After hearing what Ji Cang said, Er Gou was more convinced that stealing was right.

You can't beat them, but you can never get them if you don't steal.

"This pill furnace is good, but it's a pity that it is polluted. It has a little effect on the finished pills, and it is easy to produce mutated pills."

Ji Cang saw the blood-red lines on it, and he guessed that it was probably stolen from the cult.

"But the impact is not too great. When you refine the mutant pill, just don't take it."

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized something and stared at Ergou.

"Can you make pills?"

Under the strict control of the Zhou Dynasty, the alchemy inheritance is more difficult to access than the immortal cultivation inheritance.

"No, this is not stealing a pill furnace, just want to try it myself, what if I am gifted in alchemy?"

Although everyone is familiar with him, he doesn't want to reveal that he has the alchemy inheritance.

"You are wasting medicinal materials in vain. It's better to take these medicinal materials and go to the alchemy room to exchange for a few pills."

"If the spiritual medicine is wasted, go steal it again."

Speaking of this, Ergou suddenly realized something, as if he suddenly opened his eyes and realized a higher level of truth.

"What you said makes sense. Instead of working hard to steal elixirs, it's better to go directly to the alchemy room and steal elixirs..."

"Forget it, you should still make elixirs. What if you are really talented? Don't waste your talent for alchemy."

"I think so. My master said I was gifted back then."

Ergou confidently carried the tripod up the mountain.

In the next few days, thick smoke billowed from the top of Shekou Mountain.

From a distance, Shekou Mountain became a huge chimney, smoking.

Occasionally, one or two explosions would be heard from the top of the mountain, startling the white geese to quack.

Ergou didn't know how many furnaces of elixirs he had wasted.

Anyway, he grew ginseng himself. He had been growing ginseng for more than 50 years, and he had only three acres.

After being upgraded by the yellow gourd, these ginsengs may not be as good as the hundred-year-old ginsengs, but the difference is not too far.

After a few days, a pile of black residues was piled up next to the alchemy furnace.

Ergou was smoked by black smoke and looked like charcoal, and a hole was blasted out of the roof of the stone house.

At this time, Ergou opened the furnace cover and saw a round object at the bottom of the furnace.

He quickly wiped the black on his clothes, but it got darker.

He reached into the quilt and wiped it, then reached out to pick up the pill from the bottom of the furnace.

This pill was as big as a thumb, crystal white, with a faint line on it.

It was exactly the same as the one he bought before, except that the line was slightly dimmer.

It turned out that these herbs could really be used to refine Peiyuan Dan.

After so many days of repeated failures, he had become very proficient in refining Peiyuan Dan.

In the next few days, he continued to refine Peiyuan Dan, and the success rate was getting higher and higher.

Now, he can refine a pill in every furnace.

He has already harvested several pills, including two special pills.

These two pills are white and crystal, with a faint pink tint, and the dan pattern is red.

At first glance, they are not regular pills. Ergou dare not eat them, and he is reluctant to throw them away, so he can only put them in a bottle.

He tried to eat a normal pill, and after refining it, his cultivation level soared.

At this rate, if he refines a few more pills, he can break through the seventh level of Qi Refining.

It turns out that taking pills can make cultivation so fast!

No wonder Ji Cang can become a foundation-building cultivator in his twenties.

As long as he eats pills every day, Ergou feels that he can build a foundation in his twenties.

Next, he refines several furnaces of pills every day.

But the success rate of pills has always remained at one furnace and one pill, and it cannot be improved anymore.

He guessed that the spiritual power of the medicinal materials used might not be enough to refine only one pill.

He did not force it, it was much better than rubbing it into Peiyuan Guben Pill.

On this day, Ergou had just finished refining a furnace of pills, and suddenly the goose quacked and flew into the sky.

The whole flock of geese followed the goose and quacked into the sky.

Ergou looked down the mountain and found a murderous team in the distance, rushing towards Shekou Mountain.

The patrol team at the foot of the mountain had already discovered the enemy, and at this moment, everyone was ready according to the usual training formation.

Ji Cang stood on a relatively high stone, looking at the group of dark enemies, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing his confident and calm smile.

"It's coming, and it's finally here."

"You asked Qiuyue to step up patrols two days ago. You guessed it a long time ago, right?"

Sima Yi's white hair fluttered, standing next to Ji Cang, and asked softly.

"It's not a guess, but a necessity."

"The world is in chaos now, how can he stay out of it?"

"He doesn't want to fight others, the evil cult and the rebel army will find him sooner or later, and it will end in a life-and-death struggle."

"It was peaceful for a few months before, and now that the autumn harvest is over, it's a good time for all forces to fight and grab food."

Ji Cang looked at the formation on Shekou Mountain, ready to fight, and was very confident in his arrangement a few months ago.

It's unknown what kind of force the team that came this time is, and they didn't even raise their flags, but there were many immortal cultivators in it.

After only a quarter of an hour, the two teams collided fiercely, like two black waves, crashing into pieces of bright red waves.

Looking down from a high place, the Shekou Mountain team was like a porcupine covered with spikes, slowly advancing on the ground.

Each spike that rose up concentrated the strength of hundreds of people, piercing into the enemy team, splashing blood.

Countless spikes were densely packed, which could attack and defend, and the enemy could not get close to the inside of the team at all.

A third-level Qi training cultivator, relying on his strong strength, jumped up and wanted to break through between the two spikes.

But the two spikes rolled inward at the same time, just like two tentacles, tightly surrounding him in the middle.

These two spikes were composed of hundreds of people, and hundreds of spears stabbed at the same time.

Even if he cast a golden shield spell, he couldn't withstand the attack of hundreds of spears at the same time.

The golden shield shattered into golden light and dissipated in the air.

The monk's body was pierced by hundreds of spears, and not even a complete corpse was left. It was torn into countless pieces of rotten meat and scattered on the ground.

"The most useful military formation is to gather the strength of countless weak people and defeat stronger enemies."

Ji Cang stood on a high stone to watch the battle. Seeing the team perform well, he nodded with satisfaction.

The hard work of the past few months has not been in vain. Finally, a team capable of fighting has been cultivated.

About a mile away from the battlefield, the Zhang Liang brothers were quietly watching the battle.

"Wang 꺶Toutou's group is really useless. They brag loudly all the time. There are so many cultivators and so many people, but they still lost so badly."

Zhang 놋信 saw that Shekou Mountain had the upper hand and cursed indignantly.

"It's not that Wang 꺶Toutou is too bad, but that Shekou Mountain is too strong."

Zhang 놋梁 looked at the battlefield with a solemn face.

"Wang 꺶Toutou's team is the strongest in the surrounding area within a few miles.

Several villages and towns were destroyed by him before, and these are all real achievements."

"I guess it should be this strange formation that worked."

Now those who rebel and claim to be kings are all mountain bandits and mud legs. It's good enough if they can recognize a few words.

How can they understand training military formations? Many people have never even heard of it.

Brother Zhang is a man of both literary and martial abilities, and among all the rebels, he is already the ceiling of the rebels' cultural knowledge.

"What should we do then?"

"Should we go to other more distant places and recruit one or two teams to come here?"

Zhang Xin looked at the battlefield, and a sense of fear and cruelty rose in his heart.

"The strength of the rebels is not much different. It would be a waste to recruit a few more teams to come here."

Zhang Liang's eyes suddenly lit up when he said this.

"Yes, let them come here to deliver food."

"The more the better."