Something is wrong with Jian Zun

For monks, forming alchemy is the most important part of the real entry into practice.

After the pill is formed, even if you don't deliberately breathe out the spiritual power, the golden core will absorb the spiritual power on its own, and the spiritual power will continue to flow in the spiritual veins and flow forever.

Countless people with dull aptitude stop at practicing qi and building foundations all their lives, unable to form alchemy, and they will die in a mediocre life after living for one or two hundred years. The time is but a snap of the fingers.

That's why Xie Ming is scary.

Being powerful is not the scariest thing, the scary thing is that he is even young.

Whether the alchemy can be formed smoothly and when it will be formed basically determines how long the person can go in the future. If he can form the alchemy in his twenties, he will be able to boast the superior aptitude for a lifetime.

If the major aristocratic sects meet by chance, it is inevitable that "your child/apprentice has formed alchemy this year, is it going well, oh my child/apprentice formed alchemy last year"... comparisons, or "Seniors" in the Lingtong domain. I just formed the alchemy, am I crippled woo woo"... the reverse show off.

Back then, the medicine king personally diagnosed the pulse, and asserted that the chance of Chu Zhaoliu forming another alchemy in this life was slim.

These words are actually very merciful. According to his physical condition at the time, he basically bid farewell to Qiuxian Wendao.

The proud son of heaven who stepped on the heads of countless people fell down before he rose.

The whole cultivation world is full of uproar, some are watching with cold eyes, some are throwing stones into trouble, some are sighing with regret, it's quite exciting.

That's why Chu Heyang was so shocked when he learned that Chu Zhaoliu had succeeded in forming alchemy again, even as early as more than 100 years ago, when his spiritual veins were broken and his cultivation base was completely abolished, Chu Heyang was so shocked.

even fear.

The Minghong sword was dragged like a meteor, flashing across the sky in an instant.

Chu Zhaoliu leisurely hid behind Xie Ming's back to block the wind, his spirit veins dried up and affected his old wounds, he covered his lips and coughed a few times, stretched out his index finger to poke Xie Ming's back, a little curious: "You seem to have been interested in me for a long time. Aren't you surprised to re-form the golden core?"

Xie Ming glanced back at him, his eyes were as clear as a pool, as if he could peer into people's hearts: "Because I'm not blind."

In one sentence, nine out of ten monks were scolded.

Chu Zhaoliu was inexplicably overjoyed.

Xie Ming was silent for a moment, then asked, "What's the situation with your spiritual vein?"

Xie Ming asked so directly, Chu Zhaoliu couldn't be fooled by it, and dragged on: "It's a long story, it was a spring when the ice and snow melted, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Bo Lan..."

Xie Ming raised his hand.

Chu Zhaoliu was very flexible, and when he changed his voice, the details were appropriate: "When I woke up, I found that I had accidentally formed a pill again."

Xie Ming repeated with a half-smile: "Not careful."

Saying this can drive nine out of ten monks to death.

With the formation of the golden core, the spiritual power is naturally absorbed and circulated, rushing through the spiritual veins, and flowing into the Zifu.

Chu Zhaoliu's spiritual veins, which were almost shattered into slag and had been reshaped with great difficulty, could not bear the surging spiritual power at all.

For ordinary people, the more spiritual power the better, but for him, such a majestic spiritual power would either cause him to explode and die, or make him go mad.

Yao Wang found out that his mother had formed a pill, his mood was extremely ups and downs, his face was blue and red, happy, surprised, worried and sighed, colorful, almost lost his mind on the spot.

The joy is that Chu Zhaoliu can still form alchemy.

The worry is that he only made the assertion a few months ago, and now he was slapped in the face.

If other people found out, he would be slapped in the face in front of the whole world.

In the end, Yao Wang thought of a way to help Chu Zhaoliu restrain the surging spiritual power. The disadvantage is that the reshaped spiritual veins are fragile and cannot hold too much spiritual power. Every time the spiritual power dries up, the taste is quite tortured.

When he was leaving the valley, the old medicine king kindly told him not to be blind and be honest and low-key in the future.

After hearing this, Xie Ming withdrew his hand, saw his pale complexion, and said a few words indifferently: "It's your own fault."

Chu Zhaoliu clicked his tongue: "Master Jian Zun really doesn't know how to be sympathetic to women, our senior brother doesn't like your cold coffin face."

Inexplicably, that voice sounded in Xie Ming's mind again.

"He likes tenderness".

"Oh?" Xie Ming asked lightly, "Then dare to ask Elder Chu, how can we be sympathetic?"

Is the point of this question a bit strange?Shouldn't you ask the big brother which one he likes?

Chu Zhaoliu murmured to himself, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a city that the two were gradually approaching, and pointed casually: "For example, if you enter the city now, have a good night's rest."

The teleportation talisman was sent a little crookedly, and the only thing that could be called accurate was that it sent the two of them into a weird formation.

Yutou Mountain is about two or three days away from the sealed place of Huo Yao at full speed.

But if he came honestly from Fuyue Mountain Yujian, it would take at least half a month, and it would save time.

Chu Zhaoliu thought casually, he didn't expect Xie Ming to find out with his conscience, so he really went down to the city to rest for a night.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Xie Ming responded, "That's fine."

Ming Hong tilted his sword and flew towards the city below.

In an instant, the two fell outside the city gate.

Chu Zhaoliu was dumbfounded.

When closing the sword, Xie Ming kindly helped him, and asked lightly: "Is it enough to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "...you are really open-minded."

Xie Ming curled his lips coldly: "It should."

Although Suyang has a large area and few people, there are still some cities, even if they are not as prosperous as the hazy Fuyue Mountain area, at least they can provide a more comfortable place to live.

Looking at it like this, it is estimated that this is a large-scale small city with a radius of hundreds of miles. If you miss it, you will have nowhere to rest in the next few days.

After entering the city, it wasn't very lively. Before it was dark, the vendors had already closed their stalls and went home. The passers-by on the street were in a hurry, and most of them looked haggard. It could be seen that everyone's life was not easy.

However, when two strangers with good temperament entered the city, they could tell at a glance that they were not locals. Several nearby inns immediately dispatched capable officers to actively attract customers, and one of them was particularly outstanding: "The two guest officers should be from other places. Come here! Suyang is very windy and sandy, it's not easy to go at night, it's getting dark, why don't you come to a small shop to rest your feet, the two of you have come from a long way, if you don't know anything, you can ask us, I guarantee you satisfy!"

Chu Zhaoliu looked at this articulate guy with great interest, and smiled: "Okay."

The two followed the buddy into the inn and asked for two upper rooms.

The clerk registered, handed over the room sign, and said with a smile: "I think the two have a good temperament, like gods, they must be cultivators of immortality, do you want to prepare some food in the kitchen, and have a taste?"

Although he had been bigu for a long time, Chu Zhaoliu still maintained the habit of running around with Gu Junyi down the mountain, and nodded happily: "Of course, I want to have another jar of your special wine."

Xie Ming didn't say a word at first, but when he heard this, he looked at the waiter and said in a calm voice, "No need to serve wine."

Chu Zhaoliu: "?"

Xie Ming remained expressionless: "After all, I feel pity for fragrance and jade."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

"Or do you want me to tell Senior Brother?"

Sue!Another fucking complaint!

How old are you and still sue!

How old do you think I am afraid of suing!

Chu Zhaoliu felt grief and indignation in his heart, and swallowed his breath with a smile: "My surname is Xie, you'd better not be caught by me."

Xie Ming pondered for a moment, then offered some encouragement: "Then work hard."

The waiter snickered as he watched the two argue, and when the result came out, he quickly cleaned a table and poured two cups of hot tea: "Please sit down, the kitchen is already cooking, just wait a moment."

Chu Zhaoliu sat down angrily, stroked the rim of his cup, looked at this rather clever guy, and showed a spring-like smile again: "Boy, I see that everyone in the city is hurrying, what happened?"

Facing such a face, it was really difficult to refuse to answer. The clerk looked around and lowered his voice: "Guest officer doesn't know, the wind and sand outside the city have been getting bigger and bigger recently. The smell of blood is very permeating! The day before yesterday, a little thief stole something in the middle of the night, was driven out of the city, and disappeared in the wind and sand. At dawn, the owner went out of the city to look for it, and finally found the body a few miles away. That's a tragedy!"

He shook his head while talking: "That's not enough. The evil wind is getting closer and closer to the city recently. We ordinary people, how can we protect ourselves? We all rely on the city wall."

Xie Ming asked: "Where are the monks who shelter this city?"

The clerk sighed: "The two immortal masters who protect this city, they went to investigate the evil wind a few days ago, and there is no response until now... So don't be surprised if people are panicked."

Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming looked at each other.

In fact, when Yu Jian approached here, both of them felt an evil spirit, and the wind and sand must have been caused by evil spirit.

However, the evil spirit around here is not too strong. Chu Zhaoliu originally thought that the source might be the seal land of the bewitching monster, but after doing some calculations, he found that the direction was not right.

He suppressed his doubts, and shook his fan smartly: "I don't think you are very scared?"

The clerk blinked, and said with a smile: "After all, there are two immortal masters with such a handsome temperament and extraordinary temperament as the guest officers, passing by. I feel relieved when I see the two of you. Seeing that the two are full of righteousness, they must have come to Suyang to subdue demons." Devil?"

This is really a talent.

Chu Zhaoliu smiled: "Then let me ask you something again, have you heard of Xixue Country?"

This time the buddy didn’t reply so quickly. He thought for a while and scratched his head: “I have heard that hundreds of years ago, there were two countries in Suyang, Xixue and Dongxia. The other one, massacring the city and setting fire to it, used cruel means, but the other one was also destroyed soon, and the old people said it was mysterious, it is said that some monks were able to intervene."

Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows.

It is very common for monks to enter the mundane world, to understand the various aspects of life and seek breakthroughs, but it is a big taboo to get involved in worldly struggles.

It's not just the express regulations of Xiujie, but also because it will damage the luck of Dao.

If a monk really intervened in the war between the two countries and caused the near-extinction of the two countries, then the luck of Dao in this life will definitely be damaged, and it may be difficult to make any progress.

Who would be so upset?

He didn't think too much about it, seeing that the clerk didn't know much, he rested his chin in boredom, and changed the subject: "Little brother is very eloquent, and he articulates everything clearly. Being an inn clerk is a bit of a waste of talent."

The clerk smiled shyly: "To tell the truth, I used to be a storyteller. It's not that the small town has less entertainment, and fewer people are willing to spend money to listen to books. I really couldn't get along, so I changed jobs, guest officer." If you are interested, I can also give you a segment on the spot."

Chu Zhaoliu was in high spirits: "Changed career? That's a pity, I think you are a talent. What have you said?"

Companion: "Two or three things about Xiaoyao Sword and Gentleman's Sword", "The Counterattack of a Genius and a Waste of Firewood", "The Secret of Fuyue Mountain", "Zhaoliu Drunken Record"..."

Chu Zhaoliu said numbly: "Thank you, there's no need to say it. I suddenly feel that it's good for you to change careers."

The author has something to say:

The husband and wife who could offend the world of cultivating immortals with their mouths were finally defeated by another mouth.