Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 23 Ghost Medicine Building, Fair

"It looks like it should be a book introducing spirit insects and monsters."

After all, Xue Leng opened the ancient book casually and read it with great interest.

Ghost-faced scorpion, yin marrow maggot, thousand-eyed butterfly, rotting corpse Gu...

Time passed unknowingly, and three days passed by in a flash.

In a corner of the Library Pavilion.

Xue Leng straightened up, stretched his waist, and finally pulled out his eyes from a pile of ancient books.

It has to be said that Tianfu Pavilion's collection has indeed benefited him a lot.

It's a pity that there is no dossier about Sealing Demon Valley.

Looking at the rows of bookshelves in the library, Zhang wants to read them all, and he really doesn't know what year and month.

However, Xue Leng did not intend to stay here any longer.

Three years is not short or long, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Always staying here to read books, just mental fatigue, he can't stand it.

After returning the ancient books to the bookshelf, and picking up a few notebooks recording his cultivation experience, Xue Leng walked out.

Walking up to the fat-faced old man, he handed over the notebook and the borrowing card together.

Seeing Xue Leng coming out, the fat-faced old man immediately pulled out the teapot spout from his mouth and laughed.

"Boy, you can figure it out. There are really not many people like you who have stayed in the Library Pavilion for three days at a stretch."

"The disciple was fascinated by the book for a while, and forgot the time, which made the senior laugh."

Hearing the old man's ridicule, Xue Leng rubbed his dry left eye, shook his head and sighed softly.

"Well, the few cultivation handbooks you selected have all been copied into the Jade Slip. Counting the expenses for these three days, there are a total of forty low-grade spirit stones."

After the fat-faced old man finished speaking, he threw the jade slip in his hand towards Xue Leng.

After receiving the jade slips, Xue Leng's heart moved, and he ordered fifty more low-grade spirit stones and handed them to the fat-faced old man.

"Thank you senior for taking care of me. I'm afraid this disciple will bother you in the future. I should leave all these spirit stones for senior to exchange for some fairy tea."

The fat-faced old man who was about to put the spout into his mouth glanced at the spirit stone that Xue Leng handed over from the corner of his eye, and smiled.

"You kid, you have good eyesight. When you come next time, what kind of ancient books do you want to read? I can recommend it to you."

Hearing that the fat-faced old man wanted to help him choose books, Xue Leng was overjoyed. He didn't expect that just using a little spirit stone would have such an effect.

Immediately, he happily put the spirit stone in his hand on the table, and hurriedly bowed to thank him.

"Thank you for your great love, senior. This disciple is really grateful."

After saying goodbye to the fat-faced old man, Xue Leng walked out of the gate of Zangshu Pavilion and returned along the way he came.

This time he didn't get lost again, instead he returned to the gate of the Spirit Talisman Hall smoothly.

After entering the door, Xue Leng looked around, and soon found Han Ming with a bitter expression.

At this time, he was sitting obediently in a corner of the hall, holding the talisman brush in his hand and kept drawing.

"Joining the Hall of Spirit Talismans, you should be happy. Why does Junior Brother look sad?"

Xue Leng pulled a chair and sat beside Han Ming, with some doubts in his words.

Han Ming turned his head when he heard the words, and saw Xue Leng sitting beside him, the expression on his face suddenly collapsed, and he said with a mournful face:

"Senior Brother, Senior Uncle asked me to draw a hundred basic talismans within a day. If I can't finish it, I won't be kept in the Hall of Spiritual Talismans."

Speaking of this, Han Ming didn't forget to wipe his nose with his sleeve, and continued to complain:

"Brother, don't you think my uncle is trying to make things difficult for me?

One hundred pictures, I can only draw sixty or seventy pictures a day even if I don’t sleep! "

"One hundred?"

After Xue Leng heard this, he immediately frowned.

After pondering for a moment, I don't know what I thought of, suddenly raised my eyebrows, reached out to pick up a blank talisman from the talisman wastebasket, and said with a light smile:
"If it's just basic talismans, I can barely help you, brother."

After finishing speaking, without looking at Han Ming, he grabbed a talisman brush and concentrated on drawing on the talisman paper.

After observing the Yin Deficiency Curse in True Monarch Blood Feather's painting, Xue Leng's understanding of the Yin Deficiency Finger has become more transparent.

In the way of talismans, I also have some understandings that belong to me alone, and I just want to try it out at this time.

Seeing Xue Leng's help, Han Ming was stunned for a while, and then there were some crystal tears in his eyes, and his voice trembled.

"Senior brother... thank you."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and began to describe, but at the end, some words were still whispering on his lips.

Early in the morning, when the sun slowly rose from the horizon, the only two busy figures in the Hall of Spirit Talismans gradually stopped what they were doing.

Half a day passed quickly, and a thick pile of discarded talisman papers had piled up at Xue Leng's feet.

"call--"

With a sigh of relief, Xue Leng finished making the last talisman.

He stretched out his hand to tidy up a small pile of talismans scattered on the table, and roughly counted them, there were about thirty or forty pieces.

"Junior brother, how much did you draw there?"

Xue Leng turned his head and looked at Han Ming who was also counting the talismans.

"71 cards, hey, senior brother, how are you doing, I'm super-performing!"

At the same time, Han Ming's counting work has also been completed, and he is a little proud.

Xue Leng smiled slightly, got up and patted Han Ming's shoulder, and then stuffed the talisman into his hand.

"Master Uncle will be here in a while, Junior Brother hurry up and hand in the task, I'll wait for you at the dining garden first."

"Thank you, brother."

Han Ming squeezed the talisman tightly with his fingers, and said happily.

Xue Leng didn't speak, he waved his hand casually, turned around and left.

Since he went to Zangshu Pavilion, he hasn't eaten for several days in a row, and these days he relies on Bigu Pills to satisfy his hunger.

The pill tastes tasteless at all.

Thinking of the delicious spiritual food in the dining hall, the soles of his feet seemed to be blown by the wind, and his steps became much lighter.

Not long after, when Xue Leng was eating with relish.

The content of the conversation between the two people at the next table caught his attention instantly, and then he pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

"Junior Brother Lin, have you heard that?

A lot of people came to the Ghost Medicine Building yesterday, and it seems that there was some kind of trade fair..."

One of the tall and thin monks said with a mysterious face.

"Ghost medicine building?"

Seeing Junior Brother Lin's bewildered expression, the tall and thin monk explained proudly:

"Hmph, I heard that there are a lot of pills that can improve cultivation in this ghost medicine building. I don't know how many people in the pavilion are fighting for it!"

"So that's the case, then I must go shopping and see if I can get a pill or two..."

The skinny monk called Junior Brother Lin was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Ghost medicine building?"

Xue Leng at the side immediately fell into deep thought after hearing the conversation between the two.

Of course, he has heard of the name of Ghost Medicine Tower, and like Tianfu Pavilion, it belongs to one of the three outer sects of the True Spirit Sect.

However, the predecessor of this building belonged to the Demon Dao, and it was only controlled by the True Spirit Sect more than a hundred years ago.

More than [-]% of the disciples in the sect were born as pharmacists, and there are even many who specialize in refining poison.

There are very few alchemists who are serious about the Eight Classics.

"Senior brother, what are you thinking? So engrossed."

An abrupt voice pulled him out of his contemplation, and there was something swinging back and forth in front of him.

Looking up, I saw that boy Han Ming had sat across from him at some point, and was waving his hands in front of him.

"Completed the assessment task?"

"Passed, brother, you don't know the expression on my uncle's face when I handed in the task.

This time, it was really thanks to my senior brother that I got away with it. "

Han Ming looked very happy, and after he finished talking, he started to eat nonsense.

"Hurry up and eat, let's go to the fair at the Ghost Medicine Building together later."

"Ghost medicine building? Isn't this the Tianfu Pavilion..." Han Ming looked at a loss.

"Eat quickly, I will tell you on the way..."

　Gentlemen readers, kneel down and beg to continue reading (With a plop, the old demon Gan fell to his knees immediately, followed by a violent knock like a violent storm.)
　　
　
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