In that distant little black house

Ji Jinglun entered the spiritual vein, and Zhang Jingmo also began to refine the foundation pill.

It is easy to refine the foundation building pill, but if one wants to refine the top grade foundation building pill, the difficulty is not small at all.

Fortunately, Zhang Jingmo had already practiced alchemy countless times, and he was already at his fingertips about alchemy.

It takes 81 days to establish the foundation pill, and for nearly three months, Lu Guijiu did not see Zhang Jingmo, but even though he did not see his master, he practiced harder and harder, to the point where he was sleepless the point.

Three months later, when Zhang Jingmo left the customs, he already had two black pills on his body.

Under normal circumstances, because alchemy will have losses, when preparing materials, at least three parts will be prepared for consumption.

It is not easy for Zhang Jingmo to produce two pills in one batch this time.

The stone gate rose slowly, and Zhang Jingmo saw Lu Guijiu standing at the gate.

Lu Guijiu said: "Welcome Master to leave the customs."

Zhang Jingmo hummed, he scanned Lu Guijiu's body up and down, and said softly, "Do you need to practice more?"

Lu Guijiu nodded.

Hearing the words, Zhang Jingmo counted the time, and said, "Well, by this time next year, the elder who specializes in refining weapons should be back... then I will ask him to help you refine magic weapons."

Lu Guijiu nodded.

Zhang Jingmo asked Lu Guijiu again if he had any, and was about to go to the Lingquan to take a bath, but as soon as he and Lu Guijiu walked outside the door, he heard a voice from not far away, and the voice said: "Zhang Taoist, you have finally left the customs."

Zhang Jingmo's whole body paused, and his face sank slightly. He didn't notice this person's aura when he left the customs, but when the voice came, he realized that there was someone standing behind him.

Zhang Jingmo turned his head and saw a man wearing a mask.The man was not wearing the Lingxu Sect Taoist uniform, so he was obviously not from the Lingxu Sect. Qingfeng beside him was kneeling on the ground, trembling slightly.

Zhang Jingmo turned a few faces in his mind, but he didn't agree with the person in front of him. He said, "You are?"

There was a smile in the man's voice, he said: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I have something to ask for."

Zhang Jingmo had never seen someone who was so righteous in asking for help, but since this person could quietly sneak behind him without being noticed by him, he must not be someone to provoke.

Zhang Jingmo said coldly, "What's the matter?"

The man said: "I want to ask Taoist Zhang to make a pill for me."

Zhang Jingmo said: "What pill?"

The man said: "Tianshu Huangquandan."

Zhang Jingmo's face sank even more when he heard the Dan's name. He didn't know the identity of the person in front of him—this person had never appeared before in more than 100 lifetimes.

The man said: "How?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "I really feel powerless." His tone was always indifferent, showing neither anger nor fear, he said. "I am afraid that there will not be more than three people in the world who can refine Tianshu Huangquandan, Zhang..."

He was interrupted in the middle of his speech, and the man said with a half-smile: "There are not many people in this world who can refine Huo Rong Pill."

Zhang Jingmo didn't say a word.

The man said again: "In this world, Taoist Zhang is the only one who can make a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child enter the middle fifth level of the Qi refining period."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingmo said, "What do you want?"

The man said: "I heard that Taoist Zhang's great apprentice is building a foundation, and I'm not unreasonable, so I'll give you one year, and after one year, I'll take you away."

Zhang Jingmo: "...do you think there is no one in my Lingxu sect?"

The man laughed and said: "How could I think that there is no one in your Lingxu sect, but no matter how many people there are, Zhang Daoren can hide here for a while, how can he hide for a lifetime?"

Zhang Jingmo's hand hanging aside was slightly clenched.

The man laughed again: "The few times I came here, I was stopped by your Taoist boy, saying that you have not returned, and you did not return before, but this time..."

After he finished speaking, Qingfeng, who was kneeling beside him, uttered a miserable scream, and saw a piece of flesh and blood falling out of his mouth, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth.

The man said: "What I hate the most is this liar." After he finished speaking, he saluted, then turned around and walked away against the wind.

During this period, none of Zhang Jingmo's restrictions were triggered once, which shows how powerful this person is.

With a cold face, Zhang Jingmo threw a bottle of medicine to the shivering Qingfeng and told him to take it.

Lu Guijiu, who had been standing behind Zhang Jingmo without speaking, opened his mouth. His voice was cold, and he said, "Master, who is this?"

Zhang Jingmo turned his head to look at Lu Guijiu, and said, "I don't know."

At this time, Lu Guijiu's face was as ugly as Zhang Jingmo's, but unlike the indifference on Zhang Jingmo's face, there was more cruelty in his eyes.

Lu Guijiu said, "Is he very strong?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "Naturally it is very strong." Otherwise, it would be impossible to enter and exit the Lingxu sect, just like entering and exiting one's own back garden.Zhang Jingmo is now at the golden core stage, but when he meets this kind of monk, he still has no choice but to admit it.Because it is impossible for him to stay in the Lingxu Sect for the rest of his life, he must be exempted from dissociation, so even if he asks the head for help, it is only a temporary stability...

Zhang Jingmo thought about some things, he felt that he vaguely knew the identity of that person, but there was too much information in his mind, and he couldn't grasp it for a while.

Lu Guijiu said: "Then after one year, master, are you really going to practice alchemy with him?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "Let's talk about it then."

Lu Guijiu didn't say anything, because even if he did, it would be nonsense.He knew before that in this realm of comprehension that the strong are respected, until now, he has carefully chewed the meaning of the word "the strong are respected".

Qingfeng, who had his tongue cut off, took Zhang Jingmo's elixir, but recovered quickly. The blood on his face was still there, but he knelt on the ground and thanked him repeatedly.

Zhang Jingmo said: "How many times has he been here before?"

Qingfeng said: "I've been here three or four times, and they all came to ask for elixir. We only thought that you are not here, but we don't want to..."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Did he wear a mask three or four times?"

Qingfeng said: "Yes."

Zhang Jingmo said: "I see, you go down."

After Qingfeng heard this sentence, he saluted and walked down slowly.

Since the man was wearing a mask, he didn't want people to know his identity. He was able to do things with such a high profile, which was simply contradictory, unless...he actually had other purposes.

The "Tianshu Huangquan Pill" that the man wanted to refine from Zhang Jingmo was a kind of elixir that only appeared in legends.

This kind of elixir is said to have the effect of resurrecting the bones of the dead, but Zhang Jingmo does not believe in the existence of this kind of elixir, because he has lived all his life and has never seen the real thing.

Zhang Jingmo said: "I'll go see your senior brother." He had something on his mind and didn't care too much about Lu Guijiu's face, so he walked against the wind to find Ji Jinglun who was still in his spiritual veins.

As soon as Zhang Jingmo left, Lu Guijiu's expression darkened. He looked at Zhang Jingmo's leaving back and said, "Lu Shu, I miss how Master only looks at me."

Lu Shu thought to himself that this is not the first time you have said this wish, he said: "If you are as strong as the man who just came here, even if your master doesn't want to look at you, you have to look at you."

Lu Guijiu clenched the sword in his hand. There were several bright red wounds on the back of his hand, which seemed to be harmless.However, if you take off his clothes at this time, you will find that there are large and small wounds all over his body.Most of these wounds were caused by the "Blood Prison Book". Lu Guijiu's "Blood Prison Book" progressed too fast, and before the water aura could warm and nourish his body, his side was already torn apart by the aura.

Lu Guijiu was in pain all over his body, but he was no longer the child who wanted to go to the master to blow a blow to his finger when he was a child. He swallowed all these bitter fruits by himself, and he didn't intend to let Zhang Jingmo know.

Looking at Zhang Jingmo's invisible back, standing for a long time, Lu Guijiu finally dragged his sword and left here. At this moment, there were only two words constantly rolling in his mind, and that was - become stronger.

The spirit veins of the Lingxu faction are guarded by heavy soldiers. When Zhang Jingmo arrived at the spirit veins, the leading disciple also recognized him, so he saluted first, and then said: "Is Elder Zhang coming to see Senior Brother Ji?"

Zhang Jingmo nodded and said, "How many people are there in this spirit vein?"

The disciple said: "Besides Brother Ji, there is another disciple."

Zhang Jingmo calculated the time and knew that Ji Jinglun was about to come out from this spiritual vein, so he simply found a place beside him and began to meditate.

Three days later, Ji Jinglun left the customs. As soon as he came out of the spiritual vein, he saw Zhang Jingmo who had been meditating at the door.

Ji Jinglun called Master from a distance.

Zhang Jingmo opened his eyes, stood up and said, "It's coming out, how is it?"

Ji Jinglun nodded and said: "This spirit vein is really different." At this time, his whole body was shining with brilliance, and his face was also full of spirits, and he could see that he was in a very good condition.

Zhang Jingmo had also been cleansed back then, so he naturally knew how Ji Jinglun was feeling at the moment, and he said, "When do you want to start?"

Ji Jinglun said: "It will be done tomorrow."

Zhang Jingmo nodded, then took out the elixir from his sleeve, and handed it to Ji Jinglun.

Ji Jinglun took the elixir and looked at it, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly put the elixir into his Xumi ring.The elixir that Zhang Jingmo gave him was actually the best among the foundation-building pills. Although Ji Jinglun knew that his master was good at alchemy, he didn't expect Zhang Jingmo to easily refine that top-quality foundation-building pill.Of course, if he knew that Zhang Jingmo had not only refined the top-grade foundation building pill, but also refined two of them, his jaw would probably drop in shock.

On the second day, Ji Jinglun retreated, and Zhang Jingmo was his guardian.

The foundation building can be as short as a few months or as long as a few years, it all depends on one's own good luck.Zhang Jingmo remembered that Ji Jinglun had a very short time to build the foundation, but it only took two months to build the eighth-rank Lingtai.

Ji Jinglun sat on the stone platform, while Zhang Jingmo also sat beside him, guarding Ji Jinglun.

There was no movement on Ji Jinglun's body for the first month, but after a month, the spiritual energy in his body began to be exposed, and there was more surging aura on his body.

Zhang Jingmo was already very experienced, and when he saw the abnormal condition on Ji Jinglun's body, he knew that a spiritual platform had begun to be built in his body.

It is easy to build this spiritual platform, but it is very difficult to expand it, especially in the later stage, it is very easy for greedy people to miscalculate their own strength and forcefully expand the spiritual platform, resulting in the failure of foundation building.

Once the foundation building fails for the first time, the opportunity to build a high-grade spiritual platform will be lost.

Cold sweat began to break out on Ji Jinglun's forehead, and his expression became a little painful. Zhang Jingmo just watched, without any intention of making a move.

Inch by inch of spiritual energy swayed away from Ji Jinglun's body, and a small vortex began to appear around him, which crazily absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy.Then inject it into Ji Jinglun's body.

Zhang Jingmo had been prepared for a long time, and when he saw this, he took out more than 100 high-quality spirit stones from his sleeves to ensure that there was enough spirit energy in the stone house to absorb Ji Jinglun.

Under normal circumstances, in Ji Jinglun's situation, the spiritual energy of the hundred-plus fast-ranking spiritual stones was more than wrong for him.In fact, Zhang Jingmo can also let Ji Jinglun absorb the aura of heaven and earth without taking out the spirit stone, but if he does this, it will take him more time to absorb the aura, and the speed and quality of building the altar will be affected.

The vortex on Ji Jinglun's body absorbed spiritual energy faster and faster, but as he absorbed more spiritual energy, his frowning brows eased. Seeing this, Zhang Jingmo knew that the matter should be settled.

Sure enough, after another seven or eight days, Ji Jinglun stopped absorbing the spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy in his whole body was almost saturated, and then Zhang Jingmo, who had been sitting next to him, heard a dull sound from Ji Jinglun's body.

The sound was like a gigantic object falling to the ground, and the ground trembled slightly. Ji Jinglun's aura gradually changed, apparently at the last step.

Zhang Jingmo was calmly protecting him.

After staying for another ten days, Ji Jinglun finally succeeded in building the foundation. He opened his eyes and saw Zhang Jingmo who was sitting by the side and looked at him with concern.

Zhang Jingmo said: "How?"

There was some excitement in Ji Jinglun's eyes, and he said: "Thank you Master for helping Jinglun, it is the Ninth Grade Lingtai."

Zhang Jingmo: "..." Wait, shouldn't it be the eighth grade?

Seeing the surprised look in Zhang Jingmo's eyes, Ji Jinglun smiled and said, "Master, I didn't expect to be able to build a Ninth-Rank Lingtai. I also thank Master for the Foundation Establishment Pill and Lingshi."

Zhang Jingmo only struggled for a moment, then laughed: "The head is going to be happy again."

In the past few hundred years, the Lingxu Sect's highest-level altar was only the eighth-rank, and now Ji Jinglun suddenly built a ninth-rank altar, presumably that vision also attracted the attention of other people in the Lingxu Sect.

As long as the Ninth Grade Lingtai is built, pill formation is just a matter of ease, and infant formation is also [-]% sure, which can be said to have opened up a great way.

As Zhang Jingmo expected, when Ji Jinglun succeeded in building the foundation, it indeed caused a vision.

In the deep mountain, tens of thousands of spirit beasts and birds flew over, circling and singing around the stone house built by Ji Jinglun, and the sky was actually covered by a large purple cloud, obviously in response. That Ziqi came from the east to say something.At the same time, there was constant thunder in the clear sky, sometimes it rained, and sometimes it cleared up. This vision lasted for eight or nine days before it gradually subsided.

Lu Guijiu also saw this scene, logically speaking he should be happy for his senior brother, but when he thought of his master and senior brother staying in that stone house for so many days, he couldn't be happy at all.

In this Lingxu sect, Zhang Jingmo once again became the focus of everyone's attention. Not only did he refine the Huo Rong Pill, but one disciple won the top prize that had not been seen in thousands of years, and another disciple actually built a ninth-grade spiritual platform.

If one thing is just a coincidence, but if so many things happened at the same time, the word coincidence cannot be justified.

This is probably why the masked person suddenly found Zhang Jingmo.

Blessings and misfortunes lie in misfortunes and blessings depend on them. Whether these things are good or bad, no one can tell until the end.

After Zhang Jingmo left the customs, he was called over by the head.

The head of the sect congratulated first, and then asked Zhang Jingmo if he could refine some more foundation building pills.

Zhang Jingmo naturally wouldn't say no.

The head said: "Qingyuan, people from other sects have been coming to inquire about you recently."

Zhang Jingmo listened quietly.

The sect leader thought about his choice of words, and then said: "You know, this alchemist is not like an ordinary monk..." Once a genius appears, he will be coveted by other sects.

Fortunately, the Lingxu faction is a big one, so they are not afraid of threats from other sects.

But the power of the sect can be defended for a while, but it cannot be guarded forever. It is impossible for Zhang Jingmo to stay in the sect all his life and not go out. He also needs to go out and wander.

At that time, the sect will not be able to play much role.

Even if the sect leader sent other monks to follow Zhang Jingmo to protect him, there would inevitably be omissions.

Therefore, the most urgent task now is for Zhang Jingmo to improve his own strength in order to protect himself.

Zhang Jingmo heard the meaning behind the head's words, and he said: "Qingyuan knows."

The head said: "Qingyuan, you may not know it, but you are already famous on this continent."

Zhang Jingmo was taken aback: "Why?" He also refined the Huo Rong Pill back then, but he couldn't bear the word "famous".

The headmaster smiled wryly: "Did you forget that you, Ling Xiao, won the first prize back then?"

Hearing the headmaster's reminder, Zhang Jingmo remembered.

The head said: "In the past thousand years, Lingxu Sect has not produced a Nascent Soul cultivator." The nearest one is Zhang Jingmo's senior brother Bai Lingxiao.

The headmaster said again: "Now you have refined the Huo Rong Pill, the eldest disciple has built a ninth-grade altar, and the third disciple has won the first prize..."

Zhang Jingmo sighed: "I see." In his life, he has been a little neglected in cultivation.

The head said: "In the entire Lingxu Sect, only you are the most popular." The Lingxu Sect is one of the top three sects on this continent, and all the troubles in it are naturally seen by others.

Zhang Jingmo thought about it, and told the head about the masked man.

When the headmaster heard what Zhang Jingmo said, his face darkened instantly, and he said: "Is he bullying me and no one from the Lingxu sect?" After he finished speaking, he said coldly, "Don't worry, I will In a few days, I will ask Shuying to set up a new restriction for you, and you should not leave the Lingxu Sect during this period, and go out after a few years."

Zhang Jingmo nodded, which was considered to be the kindness of the head.

After the sect master finished talking about this, he remembered something again, and said, "Qingyuan, have you ever thought about finding a female dual cultivator for your disciple?"

Zhang Jingmo didn't expect the headmaster to mention this suddenly, he said, "Huh?"

The head said: "You know that I have a disciple named Su Yu..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Zhang Jingmo say with a dark face: "No!"

The head didn't know why Zhang Jingmo reacted so strongly, but seeing that he resolutely refused, he had no choice but to postpone the matter for the time being.