Cultivation game, starting from the mouse

"How many of that elixir can be refined from the remaining ones?" Wei Xun asked without hesitation.

"The rest!" Taoist Mingshan thought for a moment and said, "At least three hundred Yunlu elixirs can be refined."

"That master!" Wei Xun became excited when he heard this: "How long will it take if I don't practice now?"

"We can't practice now!" Taoist Mingshan shook his head.

"Is there anything else missing?" Wei Xun asked.

"If you want to refine the Cloud Dew Pill, you still need one ingredient!"

"what material?"

Taoist Mingshan looked back at his shelf full of medicinal materials, and after a moment he said, "That sulfur stone powder I just told you about!"

"Then how do you get this thing?" Wei Xun asked immediately.

"This thing is relatively rare!" Taoist Mingshan said slowly: "Generally, it can only be found in caves deep underground. It is fiery red and slightly hot. If you find this kind of stone, grind it into powder. Used as medicine.”

"If we can't find this thing, wouldn't it mean that we won't be able to refine the Yunlu elixir?" Wei Xun was a little disappointed after hearing this.

"This Ten Thousand Years Immortal Ginseng belongs to fire. Excessive consumption will cause hotness in the body. If the meridians cannot withstand this kind of burning, it will easily lead to violent death!"

Taoist Mingshan introduced it.

"So we need to use the water-based Cloud Ning grass to neutralize its properties and slow down its side effects!"

"Then why do you need to match it with sulfur stone powder that sounds like fire?" Wei Xun felt confused.

"Although this sulfide stone powder sounds like it belongs to fire, it actually belongs to earth!" Taoist Mingshan said with a smile: "This Yunlu elixir needs to be roasted by the fire of the alchemy furnace. If you don't add this anti-burning sulfide stone powder, it will be easily It will become useless!"

Although Wei Xun didn't understand what he heard, he roughly understood the reason.

If you can refine the cloud dew elixir mentioned by Taoist Taoist Mingshan, then your cultivation path will be more effective with half the effort, and such a ten thousand-year-old ginseng will not be wasted in vain.

"Master is well-informed!" Wei Xun said with a smile: "I wonder, master, if you have found a way to find this sulfur flame stone?"

"I really have nothing to do!" Taoist Mingshan shook his head: "But the guy upstairs has something to do!"

Wei Xun looked up at the top of his head, that was the sixth floor!

"What kind of people live upstairs?" Wei Xun asked curiously.

"You'll know when you go up!" Taoist Mingshan said with a smile: "If you are lucky, maybe he will help you."

Wei Xun nodded when he heard this: "Master, I'll go up and have a look!"

"Go!" Taoist Mingshan nodded.

So Wei Xun immediately turned around, walked to the edge of the stairs, and climbed to the sixth floor of the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower.

After going up to the sixth floor, Wei Xun found that this place was like an art gallery of calligraphy and ancient paintings.

There were calligraphy, paintings and scrolls hanging everywhere, which surprised Wei Xun.

These scrolls, calligraphy and paintings are suspended from the ceiling and hang down to the ground.

The entire sixth floor was full of them, and Wei Xun felt a little dazzled after looking at them for a while.

Because there were so many paintings and calligraphy hanging in the room, Wei Xun couldn't find anyone living on the sixth floor for a while.

We can only move forward and uncover the calligraphy and paintings blocking the way.

It wasn't until I walked to the middle of the room that I saw a scholar wearing a white robe and writing with a brush in front of a desk.

The scholar looked middle-aged, with a black goatee, and was holding his brush motionless.

After Wei Xun saw him, he cautiously stepped forward and looked up at what he had written.

But he found that there was a blank piece of paper in front of him, with nothing written on it.

"Brothers, what do you want to write?" Wei Xun walked up and asked curiously.

Hearing the sound, the scholar came back to his senses, then turned to look at Wei Xun: "Did someone change?"

"Ah?" Wei Xun was a little confused by the scholar's words.

But after a second thought, I guessed that he was talking about the person who got the tower six hundred years ago.

"That's all!" The scholar shook his head: "It's okay if you don't write this poem!"

"Dare you ask me, brother, what difficulties have you encountered?" Wei Xun asked.

"Someone wrote a poem before!" The scholar said slowly: "It's better than any other poem I've ever written. I can't write anything better than his poem."

"What poem?" Wei Xun was curious after hearing it.

"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Nagisa..." The scholar slowly began to recite.

Hearing these two sentences, Wei Xun's pupils trembled!

"The trees on the endless road are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in..."

Sure enough, exactly the same.

"Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and one who has been sick for a hundred years appears alone on the stage. Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my wine glass is stained by the new ones!"

Before the scholar could continue to recite, Wei Xun recited the latter part of the poem directly.

"How do you know this poem?" After hearing Wei Xun's recitation, the scholar's originally numb face suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"Brother, you may have been deceived!" Wei Xun said: "The poem that troubles you was not written by that person. He just borrowed other people's poems to trick you."

"Really?" Upon hearing Wei Xun's words, the scholar suddenly fell into deep thought.

And Wei Xun was also sorting out the logic.

Could it be that the people who obtained this tower more than six hundred years ago were from the earth like me?

Thinking of this, Wei Xun did not feel surprised.

I compare myself to the world that I entered because of pirated game discs.

You can come in, and so can others.

If this is the case, then he is not the only time traveler in this world.

So was the guy from over six hundred years ago.

There is even a possibility that there are more time travelers in this world.

"Even if this poem was not written by him!" The scholar suddenly said at this time: "But I can't write a better poem than this one."

"This is normal!" Wei Xun comforted him: "This poem was written by the so-called poet Du Fu. If you want to surpass this poem, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky!"

"Poetic Saint?" The scholar's eyes revealed a look of admiration after hearing this.

"That's right!" Wei Xun nodded.

"How come I haven't heard of such a person?" The scholar's expression became confused again.

"This Poet Saint is from the Heaven Realm, so it's normal if you don't recognize him!" Wei Xun said casually.

"A person from heaven?" The doubt in the scholar's eyes became even stronger: "Then how do you know this person from heaven?"

"I..." Wei Xun didn't expect the scholar to ask this, so he had to think quickly: "I always dream about it."

"The gods entrusted me with a dream!" The scholar looked yearning after hearing this: "Why don't I have such an opportunity?"

"Alright, brother!" Wei Xun returned to the topic: "What are the competition rules at your level?"

"I propose the topic and you write the poem!" The scholar said, "If I approve the poem you write, you will win!"

"What's the reward for winning?" Wei Xun asked again.

"If you win, I'll teach you the skills and the magic talisman!"

"Then let's get started!" Wei Xun didn't say much after hearing this and asked directly: "Then what's the topic?"

"Since you have dreamed about heaven, then take heaven as your theme!" said the scholar.