Chronicles of Celestial Origins

Tang Ning arrived at the sect's alchemy room. As soon as she entered the main hall, she was greeted by a disciple on duty: "Uncle Tang, you are here, do you still want the original alchemy room?"

In the past six months, he has come here to refine alchemy almost every day. Although the disciples on duty have changed several times, they all basically know him.

Tang Ning nodded, and the disciple handed him a jade plaque. The two walked through the hall and walked more than a hundred feet to the end of the corridor.

The disciple flipped his left hand, took out a red flagpole, pointed at it, and a red light hit the corridor wall. The stone walls moved to both sides, revealing a foot-wide passage. Tangning walked straight in, and the stone walls immediately closed. superior.

Walking through the passage of lazuli stone, passing through the hall of flame crystal pillars that lead to the fire veins, you come to an alchemy room, insert the jade tablet into the recess of the stone door, and the stone door swings open.

He walked into it, took out Manxula and Qingyanhua from the storage bag and placed them on the chopping board. Open the cabinet on the right, take out angelica root, polygonatum, ginseng and other auxiliary medicines and grind them into powder to make pills. Shake the torch to generate flames and throw the pills through the hole on the left. The flames will burn the pills.

Tang Ning observed carefully. When it was about to disperse, he put in the main medicine of Manxucao and Qingyanhua. He placed his right hand on the right hole and used his spiritual power to turn the fire into fire. With his consciousness, he felt the inner elixir pills and the main medicine of the alchemy cauldron. The medicine changes, and the spiritual power pulls it, making the main medicine powder and the pills merge into one.

Tang Ning used his spiritual power to draw the powder of the main medicine to penetrate into the pill through the cracked pores on the outside of the pill. The spiritual flames inside the pill cauldron waxed and waned, and under his control, burned around the pill, gradually melting its outer layer. .

When the tiny pinholes gradually disappeared and the main medicine and the elixir merged into one, he put down his right hand and slapped it on the elixir cauldron. An elixir spit out from the dragon's mouth in the cauldron and fell into the wooden box.

He picked up the elixir and looked at it for a while, smiled slightly, and a Wanling elixir was made.

This is the first time he has successfully refined the Wanling Pill. He has tried it more than a hundred times in the past few days but all ended in failure. Either he did not control the heat well or there was something wrong with the dissolution process. He never thought that he would refine one today and use it. He was quite pleased.

As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. Once you have a successful experience, the rest will be much easier.

Tang Ning did not rush to continue refining, but closed her eyes and savored the feeling of refining it just now, recalling the balance point between the properties of the medicine, the control of the heat and the dissolution time.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, picked up an elixir on the chopping board, put it into the cauldron, and continued to refine it.

The day passed in the blink of an eye, and when he walked out of the elixir room again, the sky was already slightly white.

Tang Ning yawned. Refining an elixir requires full concentration. The mind must always pay attention to the changes in the medicinal properties of the elixir in the elixir. During the refining process, spiritual power must be continuously injected to control the heat.

Therefore, the loss of spiritual power and consciousness was not small. After practicing for a whole day, he was already a little sleepy. When he left the main hall, he turned into an escaping light and went straight to the Intelligence Division office. He squinted his eyes and took a rest on the futon on the second floor of the attic. a while.

At around 12:00, the Communications Section delivered the file submitted by the intelligence station, and the disciples on duty passed it to the second floor of the attic. Tangning had noticed him coming, opened her eyes, waited for him to deliver the file, and waved her hand to ask him to leave. . He opened the paper with the seal and signature, took out the file, and took a look.

One is from the South China Intelligence Station, and the other is from the Central Plains Intelligence Station. The file reports that the local cultivating family is suspected of having liaisons with the Demon Sect, and details the conversations between the children of those big families. They are quite disrespectful of Xuanmen, but they are very fond of the Demon Sect.

There have been a lot of intelligence reports like this recently, and they are everywhere. Tangning only took one look at it and refused to look at it again. You can't exterminate your family and confiscate your home just because someone made a few comments in private!

He put the file into the seal and handed it to the intelligence room and returned to the cave.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

On this day, he left the cave and on his way to the alchemy room, he passed by the Zhucui Peak. Looking down, he saw two apes playing in the mountain stream.

A sudden movement occurred in his heart. Somehow, he felt a very strong and indescribable throbbing feeling, so he stopped hiding from the light, went down to the foot of the mountain, and observed carefully.

The two apes were one big and one small. The little ape was born not long ago and the hair on its body had not yet grown. It was swaying in the mountains holding on to the vines, trying hard to keep up with the big ape.

Unfortunately, his skills are immature and his strength is not enough, so he often falls off the vines.

Whenever it fell from the tree vine, the big ape would stop climbing the vine, and several of them would leap to the opposite side of it, shouting, whether it was scolding or encouragement.

Finally, one time, the little ape fell to the ground again, and seemed to have lost his temper. No matter how the big ape shouted, he did not get up, and just sat there motionless.

Tang Ning found it interesting. These animals were similar to humans. A big ape teaches a small monkey climbing skills, isn't it just like a parent teaching a child to walk?

The big ape screamed and danced and gestured, but the little monkey remained indifferent. After a long time, the big ape made a compromise and bowed its body. The little ape climbed up its back neatly, wrapping its arms around its waist. The big monkey jumped up, grabbed the vines, and swayed in the mountain.

The little monkey squeaked and screamed, very happy.

Tang Ning was so happy that she couldn't help but feel that the little monkey was so naughty that it sat on the ground just to lie on top of the big monkey for fun. It's not like the way a child behaves and begs for candy.

Seeing them drifting away and disappearing, Tang Ning smiled and turned around. Under the remaining light of the setting sun, figures walking with swords came and went in mid-air.

He seemed to have some realization in his heart and was in a daze.

The big ape teaches the young ape the climbing skills in order to survive. If the young monkey does not learn to climb like flying in the mountain forest, not only will it not be able to pick delicious fruits to fill its stomach, but it will also be difficult to avoid the attacks of poisonous snakes and beasts.

That's why the big monkey is so eager to teach it climbing skills, but the little monkey just wants to have fun, lying on the big monkey and enjoying the mountains and forests. But I don’t know if I don’t work hard to learn climbing skills, how can I enjoy the mountains and forests in the future!

If the little monkey is like this, why aren't people the same? There are so many monks in the world practicing hard every day and sitting in the mountains and forests. How many of them know what they really want?

If it is about immortality, in this vast world, how many people can achieve immortality? Most monks know that the theory of immortality is illusory, out of reach, and impossible to achieve. Why do they have to practice for decades every day?

In fact, most of them are just muddle along and go with the flow.

What is the purpose of practicing on your own? Tangning asked herself.

He recalled all the past events in his life. He first entered the sect and got a Duyuan gate plate by chance, and he embarked on the path of spiritual practice in order to find Liu Ruhan.

After decades of hard training, they reunited by chance, only to find out that they were in Taixuanzong hundreds of millions of miles away. Where is it now? He knew very well that a behemoth like Taixuanzong was so out of reach for a small person like him, and it would be impossible for him to fight against such a powerful existence in his entire life.

Stepping into Taixuanzong, hehe, it sounds ambitious, but it is just an excuse to deceive himself. He understands that this is impossible.

What is the purpose of practicing one’s own practice? He never seemed to give it much thought.

His eyes were confused, and he seemed to be in a fog all over the sky. The surroundings were surrounded by clouds and mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

One picture after another flashed through his mind. The clouds and mist gradually changed, and the pictures in his mind emerged.

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Bodies, broken bones, and mutilated broken arms and limbs littered the mountains and plains. Boys and girls staggered out of the village.

In the dilapidated City God's Temple, a woman with unkempt hair and ragged clothes shook her body slightly and cried silently.

The boy carried the girl out of the door and looked back at the people in the temple.

In a wealthy restaurant, the child was kicked far away and struggled for a long time, unable to get up.

In a village surrounded by mountains, a group of half-grown children were in high spirits practicing boxing and kicking.

The red mandarin duck was under the quilt, and its two white bodies were entangled.

In the house with swaying candlelight, two teenagers were confronting each other. One of them strode out of the house and turned around to whisper.

Under the Baizhang Waterfall, the rapids are like arrows. Dozens of young people stand at the bottom of the waterfall, standing still.

I have been sitting in the herb garden for many years, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing.

The white goose died in love in front of Hualong Peak, and I suddenly had an epiphany.

In the herb garden, the man was counting the crystal clear spiritual stones in the storage bag with a smile on his face.

In the dense forest with towering ancient trees, a monster with a face like indigo, hair like pearl sand, and huge mouth and fangs stood holding a trident, grinned, and came to kill with the halberd.

In the inner courtyard of the mansion, the man stood in front of the court and spoke sternly.

In the wilderness of the barren mountains, bamboo huts stand tall. A man holds a woman in his arms, watching the stars and admiring the moon. The mandarin ducks are under the quilt, and they are caressing each other to death.

As the bamboo raft floated down the river, the man let out a loud roar and walked away on the waves.

In the cave of Jin Cui Peak, the spiritual power is like the sea, the inner demons and illusions appear, and the heaven and earth are sublimated in one day.

During the battle between the mysterious demons, magical powers and spells were unleashed. In the bright sun, a man appeared from the ground, his face as white as paper.

In Feilong Mountain, wailing was everywhere, and the ground was covered with broken limbs and broken arms. A tall and thin man's eyes were red and his eyes were about to burst, and he was yelling curses and curses.

Pictures appeared in front of him one after another, and one by one they were shattered, finally settling on that ruined temple.

The woman with disheveled hair and ragged clothes was crying silently. All around were sick men, women and children. Some were huddled in corners and shivering, and some were moaning softly.

The boy stepped out of the door with the girl on his back, turned around, and glanced at everyone.

His eyes were clear, bright and innocent. He seemed to be reluctant to give up, but also seemed to be happy and deeply compassionate.