Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

After entering the quiet room, the two took a seat, Chi Lianying took care of finding a seat and did it. Hong Ying and Wu Yan were quite conscious, and stood still without moving.

Qiao Zhengyan, the leader of the Wushan gang, called five cups of high-level spiritual tea, and the two of them did not speak, each holding the golden ebony cup in their hands and tasting the tea.

Hong Ying and Wu Yan were quite uncomfortable with this weird atmosphere, and were a little restless, Chi Lianying still had a thick line that was very different from her graceful image, and began to doze off at another tea table.

Qiao Zhengyan saw that Lu Ping was neither humble nor overbearing, and had a lot of effort in nurturing his qi. He couldn't help but look up to Lu Ping a little bit. It is impossible for him to cultivate such kind of tolerance and arrogance if he is not a disciple of a large school or a well-known teacher.

With a decision in his heart, Qiao Zhengyan put down the teacup in his hand and said with a smile: "Palace Master Yu learned that the little brother was buying the Millennium Spirit Grass, and was eager to inform the old man of the news, but ignored the instructions of his brothers. That's why I've lost courtesy in front of the little brother, so please don't blame the little brother."

Since it was the leader of the Wushan Gang personally, he gave Lu Ping a lot of face as the other party. Lu Ping naturally borrowed the donkey from the **** and said, "It's a misunderstanding, it's not worth mentioning."

Qiao Zhengyan saw that Lu Ping was not a person of Juicy, so he said again: "I am sorry for my presumption. I heard that the little brother wants to buy the Millennium Spirit Grass from the shops on a few streets nearby. I dare to ask that the alchemy of the little brother has reached the level of a quasi-master. ?"

Lu Ping did not answer Qiao Zhengyan's words, but rather asked strangely: "This is also a strange place for the younger generation. This Qianyuan City is a big city in the East China Sea, where monks gather. At this time, the Beimeng Festival is approaching. Danhui As it is about to begin, it is the moment when a large amount of cultivation resources are gathered. How can the younger generation not even see a thousand-year spirit grass?"

Qiao Zhengyan knew that Lu Ping was going to exchange information, and now it was Qiao Zhengyan who wanted to ask others, so he explained: "I’m afraid the old man doesn’t know as much as the little brother’s understanding of the level of demand for elixirs in the cultivating world, except for the scarcity of elixirs. In addition to the rare availability of alchemists, the most important reason is the scarcity of spirit grass. It does not need to be said by the old man. Even if a big city like Qianyuan City can gather goods from all directions, it will always be above spirit grass. In short supply, if some large shops have their own spiritual grass garden to support them, they can barely sell 500-year-old spiritual grass, then the thousand-year spiritual grass is in the Qianyuan city. If there is no acquaintance recommended, it will be in Ming Dynasty. The noodles will not be sold."

Lu Ping is quick to understand. Most of the monks who can use the Thousand-Year Spirit Grass are already high-ranking monks above the alchemy period in the cultivation world, or they are like Lu Ping who became quasi-master-level alchemists during the hemolysis period. The status and status in the cultivation world is not inferior to that of the monks in the forging period.

Such monks naturally have their privileges, and this kind of private transaction is often a means for each to draw in and make friends with high-level monks.

Qiao Zhengyan hesitated for a moment, and still asked, "I don't know what kind of pill the little brother is using the Millennium Spirit Grass to refine? Although my Wushan Gang is not a powerful force in Qianyuan City, it has been operating for hundreds of years. In this Qianyuan City, there are still some thin noodles. The old man can introduce a few shops. I believe that there are recommendations from the old man. The little brother can buy some thousand-year-old spirit grass in them, but the old man is not able to intervene as much as he can buy."

Lu Ping's expression moved, and solemnly said: "In this case, the younger generation asked the older generation to introduce him, but it's no merit. I don't know what the younger generation can do for the older generation?"

Qiao Zhengyan looked happy, but hesitated again, as if he was a little worried, but he still handed a jade slip to Lu Ping.

Lu Ping looked at this jade slip, "Huh", and said, "Inheriting the jade slip?"

Qiao Zhengyan said sternly: "Exactly, let's not hide it from my little friend. In order to achieve the alchemy period, Inuzi practiced excessively a few years ago. He was eager to achieve success and went sour and hurt his blood. This made his cultivation not only unable to go further, but also slow. Slowly, there was a tendency to dissipate gong. The old man was anxious, seeking medical advice everywhere. All alchemists all asserted that the dog’s injury could not be healed. The old man was also frustrated, but it was a coincidence that he obtained this unilateral prescription. It was said that this pill could heal the blood wounds caused by the cultivator's devil. The old man was overjoyed and invited the alchemists in Qianyuan City to refine this pill. However, these alchemists read the pill or said that they could not refine the pill. , Or bluntly said that this kind of pill is simply false and nonsense. However, the old man didn’t give up, he still kindly invited two friendly alchemists to make it, even if the pill was refined to be a poison, he recognized it, both of you. The alchemist was forced to make an attempt by the old man’s affection, but they all failed, and the dog was also heartbroken. The old man really did not want to see the dog’s depression. He has not given up looking for the alchemist for these years, hoping to refine this. Pill."

Lu Pingyuan was about to reach out and pick up the jade slip on the table, but when he heard that he took his hand back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ after thinking about it, "I wonder if there is a master alchemist among the alchemists that seniors have invited. ?"

Qiao Zhengyan knew what Lu Ping had guessed. He didn't intend to hide it. Instead, he sighed and said: "I have indeed asked two masters to read the pill recipe, and even asked one to make it. The two did not say that they couldn't. Refining means that the refining conditions are extremely difficult, and it is almost impossible for an alchemist in the alchemy world to meet these harsh conditions."

Lu Ping looked at Qiao Zhengyan with a smile, and said, "Then how can the seniors be sure that the juniors will be able to refine this pill that even the two masters cannot successfully refine?"

Qiao Zhengyan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The old man now only has a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Once he knows that an alchemist is present in Qianyuan City, he will try his best to beg for it, but he will either bluntly say that it is nonsense. Or say that he can’t refine it. Although the little brother took the jade slip to check, whether the little brother can refine it, the old man introduced the shopkeepers of several shops and the little brothers. As far as the old man knows, these shopkeepers are all in the hands. There are many Thousand-Year Spirit Herbs in the collection."

Lu Ping smiled, no longer hesitating, took the jade slip in his hand, and carefully checked the contents with his spiritual sense.

For a long time, Lu Ping withdrew his divine consciousness from the jade slip, with a strange look on his face. Although Qiao Zhengyan said that he had not given much hope for this, he still had a little hope in his heart. Lu Ping could not help but feel a little more hopeful. The color.

"Lingshui Pregnancy Vessel Pill? This is interesting. It is no wonder that most alchemists sneered at this pill."

Looking at the eager color on Qiao Zhengyan’s face, Lu Ping knew that Qiao Zhengyan was always a father, no matter how high his cultivation level, how old he was, and how deep his cultivation. The leader of the gang was helpless.

"Maybe you can give it a try next!" Lu Ping said with a smile.