Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 220 Determined to kill the last breath

Within the Xianlong Sect, the peak in charge of alchemy is called the 'Xuanjing Gate'.

It is said to be a door, but it is actually a hollow mountain, but there are five doors all the way up, and after the five doors, it leads to the high point of the Dragon Mountain.

Hence the name.

Ordinary disciples have no choice but to practice alchemy on the outside of the mountain.

If you want to enter the first level door, you have to knock on it with strength.

Generally speaking, those who can refine five different types of Yiqi Pills can pass the test of the first level and enter the hall.

As for why you want to enter the hall?

Because there are so many resources in alchemy.

From elixir prescriptions, spiritual materials, immortal teachings, to peers for communication and discussion, as well as corresponding benefits, each door is completely different.

It was Xuanjingmen that Wu Meng came to today.

He rode the strange cloud dragonfly and appeared above a vast snowfield.

Look down.

I saw only white snow and ice, vast and boundless.

The veins of the earth are deep, the branches are open and the leaves are scattered.

The entire terrain gradually narrows from low to high, like a black and white fan painting.

As we descended some distance, the thousands of earth veins that looked like fine lines from a high altitude gradually became larger.

Between the earth veins, with green tiles and red eaves, there stand complex pavilions and palaces.

Above it, there are all kinds of scents floating in the air.

The ant-like monks were coming and going, making it very lively.

Although he had been here before when he was on duty, Wu Meng still felt amazed when he saw this scene again.

There are hundreds of similar ley lines.

This is an area that is not allowed to enter yet.

One can imagine how prosperous the alchemy line in the entire Tierlong Sect is!

Wu Meng felt it in his mind for a moment.

After confirming the destination of his trip, he continued to shuttle with Juiyun Ting.

After a stick of incense.

In a certain ground, on a bustling street.

Wu Meng followed the pedestrians, taking his time and looking around with interest.

There are commercial buildings and vendors on both sides of the body, and most of the items sold are related to elixirs.

In terms of business, the scale of this place is almost the same as that of a small cultivation city.

Outside the market, 80% of the area is occupied by caves.

The other 10% is a place for immortal teaching similar to academies and dojos.

There is his destination today.

……

Tang Yu, a disciple of the Dragon Sect in the early stage of foundation building, has an ordinary appearance and a withdrawn personality.

He holds the position of ‘Dan Grant Boy’, which is a first-level position.

In terms of responsibilities, a simple summary is that they are similar to Wu Meng's lecturer's assistant in his previous life. He needs to prepare all matters before teaching.

This position is not bad.

The good thing is that the entry threshold is low and there is no need for much knowledge in alchemy.

And has the privilege of ‘taking classes’.

The disadvantage, it can be regarded as an unspoken rule of a certain position, is that it is necessary to prepare various spiritual materials required in the process of immortal teaching.

This expense, which should have been borne by the lecturers, fell on a group of children.

Year after year, it can even be equal to the job salary.

It is precisely because of this trick that "giving elixir to children" is not a popular job.

Its liquidity is extremely high, and it is mostly prepared for “relationship households”.

at this time.

In a fairy teaching dojo named ‘Santong Building’.

Da da da.

Tangyu walks in a long and narrow corridor.

The floor under your feet is made of Yangdan wood, and has been maintained to its brilliance.

On both sides are spacious rooms with space formations arranged in them. Not to mention the pleasant scenery, they can easily accommodate more than a hundred people.

He walked straight towards a certain row, his eyes looking a little distracted.

"Tangyu, why are you here today?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind his head, waking him up.

He subconsciously straightened the green crown on his head and knew who was coming behind him without turning his head.

That was a junior sister who had just started.

His name is Su Xian.

He is young, with seven exquisite orifices, and a pair of eyes that are extremely lively, like the autumn moon shining on a shallow pond.

Every time they looked at each other, Tang Yu felt that the line of sight went straight into his heart and passed by.

After a few times, he stopped looking at her.

Even if this is just a junior sister who is not as good as myself.

"Is there any problem?" he asked.

Su Xian quickly followed him and looked at him curiously: "I heard from the other boys that in half a year, senior brother's mandatory mission will be triggered...

Isn't it time to look for a new second-level position at this time? "

Tang Yu paused for a moment: "Thank you, Junior Sister Su, I won't worry you about my affairs."

"I took the liberty." There was no trace of anger on Su Xian's face.

Instead, he smiled coquettishly: "I wonder if I can help you, senior brother?"

"I don't have the leisure..."

Before Tang Yu finished speaking, the other party said to himself: "When I came in just now, I heard from other boys that a senior brother named Wang Qingshan came to listen to the lecture today..."

"Wang Qingshan?!"

Tang Yu has naturally heard of this name.

It wasn't that he knew the extravagant prince, but hearing about him undoubtedly made his heart lighter.

After all, they are the most estranged group of monks in the second level.

The other party had fared even worse than him. Not only had his level dropped, he was sent on a mandatory mission the year before last.

And although he wasted nearly thirty years in the early stages of foundation building, he finally maintained his realm.

A comparison is naturally comforting.

However, did the person come back alive?

Su Xian's charming voice brought him back to reality.

"This Senior Brother Wang is said to have returned to the Foundation Establishment Realm and also practiced a thunder spell..."

Tang Yu's mood suddenly became heavy: "Where did you hear that?"

"The news has spread!"

"..."

"I would like to ask Senior Brother Tang, if you encounter Senior Brother Wang going to the scene that you are responsible for, you must notify me to come and join in the fun."

Tang Yu's face turned dark and he walked away silently.

‘Join in the fun? ’

He sneered inwardly.

I'm afraid it's just a matter of clinging to and making friends, right?

Who doesn't know that behind Wang Qingshan there is a fourth level emperor?

Who doesn't know that guy is as addicted to sex as his life?

Tang Yu quickly crossed the corner, Yujue opened the door of a house and got in.

Then he leaned against the door, pinched his forehead, and his face became increasingly gloomy.

When he joined the sect, he was an out-and-out genius, with a firm pursuit and desire for the long path to immortality.

But good fortune fools people.

During a certain sect mission, his soul was seriously injured.

To be precise, a ray of soul was stripped away by a disciple from the Great Wilderness Valley and imprisoned in that person's body.

From then on, his path to immortality began to go downhill.

Not only has there been no progress in his cultivation, but his mental strength and spiritual consciousness seem to have been compromised.

The whole person is listless, and he has changed from the funny fairy in the past to the depressed and despised look now.

In fact, if he is willing to retire and become a mortal with idle clouds and wild cranes, his problems will not be a big deal.

But the strange thing is that his Taoist heart is too firm.

No matter what, I can't let go of my obsession.

Tang Yu rubbed his forehead and gradually came back to his senses.

"Fake wood soul elixir."

He murmured. This is a very remote and ancient Yiqi Pill. If he takes it for a long time, he can make up for the loss of his soul and body.

But if you want to refine this elixir, you need to break through many prerequisites.

Wood spirit root, or the best wood spirit material that has been around for more than 1,500 years.

In addition, it also takes a lot of time to study the elixirs carefully.

He spent all these years on this elixir.

It's a pity that I have opened several furnaces one after another, but I still can't get the heart of my heart right, so naturally I can't refine the image of Yiqi.

After going back and forth, the spirit stones were almost scattered.

Today, he came here just to ask for advice from the senior brother who was teaching.

There will be a furnace of spiritual materials later, if it still doesn't work...

"Perhaps it's time to give up."

He took a few deep breaths, and the heaving of his chest gradually subsided.

Immediately he stepped onto the Taoist teaching platform and placed all the spiritual materials and parts about filial piety to his senior brothers in order.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Monks came in one after another in the dojo.

It was almost time, and the senior brother who was teaching finally hurried to the scene.

"Senior Brother Mao."

Tang Yu lowered his eyebrows and greeted him politely.

The other party was a fat middle-aged man with a bloated body, relatively clean clothes, and a pair of half-squinted eyes, quite majestic as an immortal master.

In terms of cultivation, it is only in the middle stage of foundation building and is still caused by stacking a large number of pills.

The moisture is not small.

But I couldn't stand it and entered the second layer of Xuanjing Gate.

His status is even better than that of the second level disciples who have been famous for a long time.

Tangyu used to look down upon these 'deviant' people.

Now I have a profound understanding.

Senior Brother Mao didn't reply, but used his chubby palms to brush the storage bags on the platform one by one.

Then he nodded nonchalantly.

"The Immortal Teaching is over, leaving you with time for a cup of tea."

"A cup of tea..."

Tang Yu opened his mouth.

There are eight thousand spirit stones worth in the storage bag, but it only gives me time to ask for a cup of tea!

It is almost double the price of other monks.

It's really like a tiger being bullied by a dog.

He was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to show anything unusual.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Mao."

After saying thanks, he walked off the stage in a daze.

After that, for some unknown reason, I walked to a few lush bamboo trees and sat down, staring blankly in the direction of the teaching platform.

"Fellow Taoist Tang, have you encountered a problem that you can't solve?"

The sound of words beside him suddenly woke him up.

Turning around, he saw a pale and sickly red face at the opposite table.

The deep sunken eye sockets and high cheekbones give people a sinister look like a vulture.

"You are……"

This unique temperament reminds me of the previous conversation with Su Xian.

A name has emerged in my mind.

"Wang Qingshan?!"

Wu Meng poured himself a drink, turning the teacup from time to time without raising his eyelids: "Did you just hear about it today?"

Tang Yu stood up suddenly: "Are you here to see my joke?"

"You think too highly of yourself."

Wu Meng shook his head: "The last time I went out to teach, I found a volume of Alchemy Sutra. I was bored with my practice, so I decided to listen to the sermons of Mao on a whim."

Hearing this, Tang Yu couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

How can you get into alchemy on a whim and just listen to two immortal instructions?

But this is just a fool's errand, that is, a good pregnancy...

If it had been many years ago, he would have made a few sarcastic remarks.

But after so many years of suffering, he still doesn't have any of the vigor he had when he was young, even...

He thought of Wang Qingshan's strong background.

if……

If I could climb this big tree, wouldn't it be much easier to refine the 'Fake Wood Soul Pill'?

Compliment is not a compliment!

Thinking of this, he dropped his butt again and forced himself to look surprised.

"Brother Wang is also interested in alchemy? It happens that my younger brother has been studying it for some years, so we can exchange some information."

"You? Just a boy who teaches alchemy?"

Tang Yu blushed: "I am temporarily on duty, mainly because I want to learn something from Senior Brother Mao..."

"No need to explain."

Wu Meng waved his hand: "The exchange is over. I feel that I am gifted in alchemy. If you want to learn it, I can teach you."

"..."

After hearing this, Tang Yu felt his blood rush to his head and almost turned his face.

He kept telling himself to 'calm down'.

After taking a few more breaths, he suppressed his breath and said, "Then... I will be disrespectful!"

"You are a sensible person. Find out where my prince's cave is and choose a good day to come."

"must!"

……

The immortal teaching lasted for a full three hours.

It didn't stop until the sky turned pitch black.

Wu Meng's trip was originally for the purpose of contacting Tangyu for the first time.

But after the other party left, he couldn't help but listen for a while, and then it was now.

I have to say that the monk named Mao really has two brushes.

He actually talked about "Danxin Tongjuan".

In the Yunyao Sect back then, many disciples struggled to understand the scriptures thoroughly even after spending decades. However, when this person came to his mouth, he explained them in an easy-to-understand manner, pointing out all the difficulties and confusions in just a few sentences.

Wu Meng realized that he would have listened to a few lectures like this back then.

I'm afraid it won't take more than a year to finish the homemade Danxintongjuan.

This is the vast resource gap between the top and ordinary sects.

I happened to come across this today.

He actually put the lectures on his agenda.

Whether it is the alchemy path that has been abandoned for a long time, the formation path that is about to be opened, or the practice of foundation building, you can listen to the immortal teachings.

Presumably it will bring a very considerable improvement to the speed of practice.

Thinking about it, he got up and left the Santong Building.

Turn over the years.

Wu Meng began to act according to the plan.

A year passes quietly.

This year, as Wang Qingshan, he listened to many immortal teachings.

Not to mention the harvest, it caused a small ripple in the door.

This notoriously dandy prince seems to have changed his ways and is practicing more diligently.

Not only that, although he often looked at the female cultivators in his sect, his lust was far less rampant than before.

As your reputation improves, more people will make friends and cling to you.

This was beyond Wu Meng's expectation.

He took advantage of Wang Qingshan's arrogant and difficult character to keep these people away.

Among them, Tangyu is an exception.

The replacement he had been looking for for many years was in desperate straits after the furnace failed.

In this way, Wang Qingshan naturally became a life-saving straw.

Even though he was ridiculing Tang Yu, the other party hugged the thigh tightly, showing no trace of the backbone that a second level monk should have.

Of course, the distortions and evil thoughts in his heart naturally become more serious under the pressure.

This man is useless.

This day.

Wu Meng was fiddling with the "Ling Hui Formation Strategy" in his hand when suddenly there was movement in the cave formation.

After a while, Tang Yu, whose face was blue and black, fell into the court.

(End of this chapter)