Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

Not long after Yang Jian left, Yuding Zhenren stood in the shade of the tree on the side of the mountain, standing for a long time.

Yang Jian is his only disciple, and after Yang Jian's Xuangong is completed, he will inherit his mantle and pass on his Tao.

There is a disciple who is much stronger than practicing alone.

Even if you become a Taoist one day, some people will definitely remember themselves and hang on to themselves.

Yuding Zhenren doesn't want him to spread his Taoism all over the wilderness, but sometimes he thinks that if he turns into a Taoist, who will remember him?

"Ahem!"

Yuding Zhenren coughed suddenly, stroked his chest, and showed a little sadness on his plain face.

The wisp of dark yellow blood in the palm of his hand turned into a little crystal powder, floating in the air.

With a light sigh, Yuding Zhenren took out an iron card from his sleeve, and rubbed his fingers lightly on the iron surface, as if he was soothing his most cherished treasure, for fear of leaving a trace of dirt.

If Yang Jian was here, he would definitely take a look at the deepest corner of the Xuan Turtle Belt in surprise.

This iron plaque is exactly the same as the one that Yang Jian got from the old man Xuangui, the texture and appearance are exactly the same, but the words carved on it have changed slightly.

Yang Jian's side is 'Jiu', but the side in Yuding Zhenren's hand is 'Er'.

"Every nine is extreme, but I never thought that the ninth place is the Xuangui Tomb, which also involved him in this matter. The arrangement of the saint is a blessing or a curse, a blessing and a curse, and the saint ...... Holy ......"

Yuding Zhenren slowly closed his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into this world, and he was silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a few days and nights, maybe it was just a moment, Yuding Zhenren turned around and walked, and his figure floated into the Jinxia Cave.

The door of the cave closed slowly, without alarming the figures in the attic.

Returning to the futon on which he had been sitting for an unknown amount of time and had long been integrated with the ground, Yuding Zhenren would continue to close his eyes and recuperate, as he had experienced so many years before, practice with peace of mind, and not think about it.

But Yuding Zhenren was just about to close his eyes, and the corners of his eyes jumped slightly.

There seems to be something unusual in this cave.

Yuding Zhenren has been practicing in this cave for too long, and since the day he entered the sect of the Origin Tianzun, this place has become his dojo.

Looking towards the waterhole, on the stone chair where Yuding Zhenren often sits, a cloud of mysterious qi lingered on it.

It was this mysterious qi that almost escaped the eyes of Yuding Zhenren.

Yuding Zhenren raised his hand and made a move, and a jade bottle flew out in the Xuan Qi and landed in front of him.

This jade bottle, Yuding Zhenren is very familiar, not only familiar, this is also the jade bottle he often uses to hold pills, and hundreds of them have been refined at the same time.

There is no need to open the cork, as soon as you start it, Yuding Zhenren knows what the medicinal properties and spirituality of the elixir are.

"Nine Turns?"

Yuding Zhenren frowned, opened the cork, and looked at the twelve elixirs like red beans.

Nine Turns Soul Elixir.

This pill is quite difficult to extract, it is very difficult to gather the treasure materials used in a furnace of pills, and it is a little remote, although it is a nine-turn consummation type of elixir, but it takes ten times more energy than a furnace of nine-turn golden pill to refine.

And what the function will be after practice depends on the way of heaven.

These twelve pills can be regarded as the ultimate of soul-nourishing pills, and they can indeed heal the wounds of the Great Dao.

Pity......

"This guy is also well-intentioned. ”

Yuding Zhenren remembered the situation when Yang Jian was leaving and sneaked in, and couldn't help but sigh.

Yang Jian naturally wanted to take care of his face, so he secretly put the Bao Dan obtained from the Xuangui Legacy in the cave. If it is given directly, what should Yang Jian say, and how should he say it?

Not to mention that Yuding Zhenren has never let Yang Jian know that he is injured, and the image he has established for Yang Jian has always been 'everything has him, don't worry'.

As a master, you don't want your disciples to worry, and you don't want to embarrass your master.

Yang Jian was meticulous, and he also knew that the master would inevitably see these pills, but he wrapped them in Xuan Qi, but he was afraid that his mother Yao Ji would find out and lose the master's prestige.

Pity......

Yuding Zhenren naturally would not refuse his disciple's kindness, he took out ten of the twelve pills and left two in the bottle, which is also the truth that everything is not done.

With a shock of his arms, a misty air appeared above the head of Yuding Zhenren, bursts of light appeared in the cave, and streams of fragrance circulated in the cave, and the entire Yuquan Mountain seemed to have a little more spirituality.

I saw that in the purple gas, a simple three-legged round tripod slowly flew out and landed in front of the real person of Yuding.

This round tripod is a whole body of jade, but there are thousands of ravines on it, there are layers of cracks, among which there are forty-eight huge cracks, each of which is enough to make this round tripod directly shatter.

But this round tripod is still strong, and the three legs fall on the jade plate, and there are rays of light on it.

One of the ears of this round tripod was missing a fragment, which roughly matched the outline of the broken jade that Yang Jian was wearing on his neck at this time.

"Alas," Yuding real person raised his hand and gently stroked the round tripod, there was a little nostalgia in his eyes, and there was also a little loneliness.

The ten Nine Transformation Soul Nourishing Pills turned into medicinal mist one after another, seeping into the forty-eight cracks in this round tripod, and soon, this round tripod trembled slightly, and those cracks looked a little shallower, and they were no longer so terrifying.

Far from enough.

Even if it's a hundred, two hundred, it's not enough.

This furnace of elixir is already too rare, and ordinary soul-nourishing elixirs have no half-effect; even if all the soul-nourishing spiritual roots in this heaven and earth are recruited, I am afraid that it will be difficult to fill the tenths of the cracks in this round tripod.

The death of the avenue, the medicine stone is weak.

Yuding Zhenren didn't tell Yang Jian about his injury, roughly, he just didn't want to worry about him anymore.

After wiping the round tripod carefully, the jade tripod real person put away the round tripod and meditated cross-legged.

I don't know whether intentionally or not, Yuding Zhenren's face seems to be a little more bloody, and his face, which has always been simple and unpretentious, also has a little more flying look.

However, the two pills left by Yuding Zhenren were worried that Yang Jian's soul would be damaged in the future; the ability to refine the pill, Yuding Zhenren thought that he was not as good as the Taiqing Saint, and this pill was also a few points stronger than the soul-nourishing pill he refined.

......

Nanzhou, Chaoge City.

The secular land of Nanzhou is quite grand, and before it became a soup, it was called the 'Immortal Dynasty'.

But after Great Xia, because there were too many mortals in the world, the turbidity condensed, and the monks gradually left.

After thousands of years of collapse, the rise of the Great Shang, hundreds of years have passed, the land of Nanzhou is dotted with big cities, villages and towns are like the leaves of Maosen, and the population is simply innumerable.

Asaha Castle alone, if you count the continuous towns beyond the city walls, there are almost 10 million people.

This directly subverted Yang Jian's perception of so-called history.

But gradually inferred that this is a flood and famine, not his hometown, and he can't use the history he knows to apply it here at will.

Along the way, Yang Jian had a ridiculous idea in his heart.

In this heaven and earth, is there a pair of hands, a pen, a book, to record all the evolution of the desolate world; when the life of the desolation is exhausted, those hands will slowly open the book, and everything that has been experienced in the mundane world here will be interpreted again on the blue star.

With this thought, Yang Jian couldn't stop, he only felt extremely wonderful, and gradually there were signs of epiphany.

It's a pity that his Yuan Shendao cultivation is not enough, and the opportunity for an epiphany passed quietly.

There must be in life, and there is nothing to force in life.

Yang Jian has gained too many benefits recently, and his physical strength has become stronger and stronger, and now he is walking on the land of Nanzhou, occasionally encountering a few 'sneaky' Daomen Daluo, and he also has the confidence to secretly see what arrangements they are making.

Most of them are accepting apprentices to find apprentices, not only expounding the immortals, but many sectarian immortals also follow this method, looking for one or two apprentices to be on the god list for themselves.

Along the way, Yang Jian found traces of seven or eight Da Luo Jin Immortals, and he didn't go up to say hello, after all, he was of a low rank, and he had to salute anyone he saw.

went straight to Chaoge City, and Yang Jian occasionally stopped to inquire about some news and understand the situation in Nanzhou at this time.

"It was still slavery and semi-slavery...... Heel, background is extremely important, this is also with the general trend of the flood. ”

Yang Jian saw a lot of skinny laborers, and also saw a lot of high-ranking officials and nobles with fat brains.

Princes, slavery, and the Great Shang were actually the strongest princes, occupying the richest land, having the most powerful troops, making the Quartet subjugated, and paying tribute every year.

As the richest Chaoge City under this system, it gathers the richness and style of this small half of Nanzhou, and the garrison on all sides is more than one million, looking at all directions.

On a sunny afternoon, Yang Jian wore a light yellow robe and a long crown, just like those scribes who could be seen everywhere on the road, walking into the city like playing in the mountains and rivers.

The avenue in the city was very wide, and Yang Jian's divine sense swept over the place, and what he saw was rows of civil and engineering attics.

The streets are straight, they must have been planned before they were built, and the further you go into the city, the taller the buildings and the denser the population.

There is a lake in the city, three or four man-made rivers, picturesque scenery on both sides, and dense markets.

To Yang Jian's surprise, he also found the criss-crossed underground waterways under Chaoge City, and the waterways for water diversion and sewage treatment are divided into two layers, which are distinct.

"Really. ”

Yang Jian shook his head lightly, and his gaze fell on the huge palace complex in the center of the city.

The palace is actually located on a high stone foundation, and if there is a heavy fog, it will be like a fairy in the clouds, and you can pick up the stars by raising your hand.

And above the rolling palace, there seemed to be a phantom of a golden dragon hovering in waiting.

That's Di Xin's fate.