Aman

Chapter 35 Spirit Pill
The purple glow lingers in the sky for a long time.

A man in a golden robe stood amidst the rays of light and jade, with a melancholy expression on his face.

Suddenly, a circle of silver light appeared behind him, and after a while, Siming Xingjun, who was wearing the ribbon of a fairy official, came out of the circle, looked at the man in front of him with a resentful expression, and raised his hand in salute.

"Emperor."

"What's the matter?" The man didn't turn his head, but asked softly.

"It's done, the minister owes the king of Hades another favor."

"Should!"

The corners of Si Ming Xingjun's mouth twitched when he heard the words: "Yes, I deserve what I deserve, and I will pay back what I owe!"

"Go."

"Yes."

Si Ming Xingjun walked into the stream of silver light, and then he and the light circle disappeared.

The man stood quietly in the purple light until a deep voice sounded in the void of purple light.

"Doom is hard to change, no matter how much you do, it will be useless."

"Maybe." The man said, with a hint of mockery in his voice: "She likes it."

"It's useless."

"I told you, she likes it." As the man spoke, he raised his hand, and an imaginary big hand appeared in the air, and he just grabbed it in the air.

The purple glow became three points less.

A jade bottle was thrown out, and Xia Guang, which was grabbed by the big hand, was put into the jade bottle.

"Alas..." A sigh was helpless and heavy: "Immortals and demons will kill calamity, this is fate."

"Well, I know." The man reached out and grabbed back the jade bottle filled with Xiaguang, and put it in his sleeve.

"If, she wants you..."

"I'll give it." The corner of the man's mouth slightly raised, "I'll give whatever she wants."

……

The sea of ​​clouds is thick, and the fairy sword roars.

The people of Xianmen are on their way, all flying with swords.

Aman and his party are going to catch up with the Dao Discussion Conference on the third day of next month, and there are only ten short days before the third day of next month.

Wei State and Qing State are separated by tens of thousands of miles.

Fortunately, the journey of Xianmen depends entirely on flying, while Ah Man relies entirely on his senior brother to carry him.

Ah Man lay on the original body of the sixth senior brother's ghost car, as comfortable as being on vacation by the sea with the sea breeze blowing, while the third senior brother who was flying with the princess holding the white tree Yujian looked at Ah Man angrily.

"This little guy, can you really count on it?"

He just picked up Baishu to fly with the sword in the morning, and was going to show the daily life of the fairy sect to this little doctor who will be available for free in the future, but as soon as he lifted into the sky, Baishu fainted from fright.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely reliable." Ah Man closed his eyes, and touched the gourd pendant on his neck very firmly.

This pendant is a gift from Baishu to her as a teacher. He said that there is a dissolving grass in this gourd, which can dissolve all smells.

All smells, no matter good or bad, fragrant or stinky, or the breath of immortals and monsters can all be melted away.

"Why did you give me this?" The moment Ah Man received the gift, he suspected that it was the master's arrangement, otherwise how could it be so coincidental and appropriate?
This is absolute drowsy handing the pillow.

But Bai Shu said: "Master, you have the aura of a fairy on your body, and monsters will definitely chase after you and kill you. This is the only way I can think of."

"How do you know I have the breath of a fairy?"

"I can smell it!" Bai Shu said sincerely:
"I can even smell that besides the breath of the fairy, you also have a breath that is opposite to it, but that breath, I can't recognize it, and it's too faint, so faint that if it weren't for me, no one should be able to smell it .”

Faced with such a candid answer, Ah Man didn't know whether to believe it or to point out that Master was doing something secretly.

"How many kinds of elixirs can you make? What are you best at?"

"I can only refine four kinds." Bai Shu snapped his fingers: "Detoxification pill, wound healing pill, marrow washing pill, and nourishing yuan pill, these four are good at."

Listening to his answer, Ah Man felt as if his mouth was gagged.

The four kinds of elixirs he mentioned were all basic elixirs, which belonged to the kind of low-level elixirs that any fairy sect would store a lot of.

For example, in the foundation building and Qi training period, these pills will be needed to assist or heal the wound.

But these dead sword cultivators in Immortal Sword Sect are all the absolute best in the world.

At present, apart from her, the lowest level in Immortal Sword Sect is the Jindan Chujie level. Just like this, a Jindan Chujie Sword Cultivator of Immortal Sword Sect is comparable to other strong Jindan masters in Xianjian.

Why?

Because sword cultivators are desperate!

You are awesome, but you will definitely not work hard, but sword repairers are different. They are always challenging, advancing, and dying by leaps and bounds.

You cultivate, but he risked his life, it's no wonder you can win!
So at that time, Ah Man felt that she was exaggerating a little, so she had to quickly find some books and secret recipes about medical practice for her cheap apprentice.

Unexpectedly, her sincere little apprentice actually took out a Yangyuan Pill for her to eat.

"Master, your primordial spirit is injured, eat this nourishing primordial pill, and I will give you another one in three days."

Yangyuan Pill, a low-level elixir, although Ah Man doesn't even have a golden elixir, but it won't take three days to transport and transform a Yangyuan Pill-she can swallow a handful at a time!
However, when she took the pill, she suddenly realized that she was wrong.

The elixir glowed purple.

Pills are divided into three categories, three grades and nine grades.

The three genera from low to high are: Miao Dan, Ling Dan, and Xian Dan.

The three grades are: low grade, middle grade, and top grade.

Ninth level is from one to nine. There are nine levels. For each level up, the medicine and price will almost double.

Among them, the miraculous pill has no light, the panacea has purple light, and the elixir has golden light.

The detoxification pill, wound healing pill, washing marrow pill, and nourishing yuan pill are all miraculous pills, the dull ones. To put it bluntly, if you refine it to the top, it is nothing more than the ninth rank of the lower grade of miraculous pills.

It's still a dull basic low-level elixir, which is of no use to people who have a golden core cultivation base.

But the low-grade miraculous pill actually has purple light?
The miraculous pill has become a panacea?

Ah Man was star-eyed at that time.

"Is this Yangyuan Pill?" She questioned it at the time, she thought it must be some other kind of elixir.

"Yes, this is the Yangyuan Pill. Master, you can eat it with confidence. Although you are extremely weak, you can bear it."

After Bai Shu said so, she ate it too.

Once she ate it, she was sure that Bai Shu didn't favor him, because the elixir she took in really tasted like the woody scum of Yangyuan Pill.

It's just that after eating it, she immediately felt a warm current rising in the sea of ​​consciousness in her dantian.

At the same time, her primordial spirit's power of perception became a little clearer, and her sleepiness also increased, so that she was now relying on the sixth senior brother Yuan.

"Okay, I believe you." The third senior brother looked down at the white tree in his arms and accepted it.

To him, Xiaoqi is trash and the worst in the sect, but her special is also unique in the sect. Most importantly, she promised him a chance to renew his life, and he must keep it.

At this moment, Ah Man, who was lying on the back of the Sixth Senior Brother, smiled and felt the power of the medicine in his body as thick as oceans, while thinking about her little calculation:
If Bai Shu, the apprentice, is asked to refine a few God-replenishing Pills, will he be able to come back no matter if his memory was erased or his soul was damaged and lost?
(End of this chapter)