Zongwu: Master Tianji, detoxify Yaoyue at the beginning

He closed the door, spread out the clothes in his arms, and found two sets of blue bunt clothes for changing, with the words "Huoliantang" embroidered on the chest.

After he changed his clothes, he hesitated for a moment, and as before, wrapped the white ape skin around his waist, hung the name badge on the left side, and hung the herring sword on the right side, and then went out.

Under Botu's guidance, Yuan Ming left the courtyard where the registered disciples lived together, and headed towards the back of the mountain. After walking for about a cup of tea, he saw a building surrounded by red walls.

When he came to the main entrance, Yuan Ming saw a stone erected beside the gate, and wrote a letter "The fire workshop is an important place, no idlers can enter it".

After sending Botu away, he walked towards the fire workshop alone.

As soon as he stepped up the three steps and before entering the door, Yuan Ming felt a wave of heat rushing towards him, and the air was mixed with a complex smell of sulfur and saltpeter.

He wrinkled his nose and stepped inside.

After passing through the gate and entering the yard, all kinds of clanging sounds came over.

Yuan Ming had already imagined the scene in Huofang, but because there was a front hall, he couldn't see anything yet.

At this time, the front hall was empty, so Yuan Ming walked through it by himself.

The moment he walked out of the front hall, Yuan Ming was stunned.

I saw that in an extremely spacious yard at the back, there were independent open-door huts built one after another, which looked like workshops and sheds, row upon row, as many as fifty or sixty.

In most of the huts at the moment, there is a fire pit, and the fire inside is booming, burning loudly.

Busy figures were walking around the hut, some were smelting metal, some were adding materials, and some were bare-chested, beating the iron embryo on the anvil with a hammer, making a loud noise. Sparks fly.

Yuan Ming glanced over and found that most of them were rough men with big arms and round waists, and there were few women like Chen Wan. He saw a few of them from time to time, and they were all busy, holding a hammer that was a few sizes smaller, on the stone platform. Knock on the refining raw materials.

They smashed palm-sized raw stone materials into pieces, then ground them with stone mills, and then sieved them through coarse to fine sieves over and over again.

One side is rough beating, the other side is fine screening, combined with the sound of jingling beating, and the continuous sputtering of sparks, it merges into a unique picture.

Everyone in the picture scroll was immersed in the work at hand, and no one noticed Yuan Ming's arrival.

Yuan Ming looked at this scene, although it was somewhat different from what he had imagined, but for no reason, he had a good feeling for it.

At this time, a square-faced man who was also wearing a short jacket and a red hair band on his forehead finally saw Yuan Ming, and walked towards Yuan Ming through the rows of casting rooms.

His body was muscular, his muscles were tense, and he outlined lines full of power. Fang Zheng, with his short beard, had a meticulous and serious expression on his cheeks, and walked in front of Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming glanced at the green badge hanging around his waist. It was the same style as Chen Wan's, and it seemed to be unique to inner disciples.

"I've seen Brother Fang Ge." Yuan Ming clasped his fists and said.

Last night, Chen Wan had already told him that it was this senior brother Fangge who was in charge of managing the Huofang casting and teaching the named disciples the basics of weapon refining in the Huoriantang.

Brother Fangge's surname is not Fang, he is from southern Xinjiang, so his name is Fangge.

"You are a new named disciple, and your name is... Yuan Ming, right?" Fang Ge looked Yuan Ming up and down and asked.

His voice is thick and thick, which fits perfectly with his overall image.

"Senior Brother, thank you for teaching me." Yuan Ming nodded and clasped his fists.

Fangge nodded secretly, seeing that although Yuan Ming's figure was not muscular, but his frame was strong, and he acted quite politely, he felt a little good in his heart.

But there was still no smile on his face, and he said:

"You are late. The rule of our fire workshop is to ignite the fire at three o'clock in the afternoon and continue until three o'clock in the noon. After that, the time is free. If you want to continue to forge, or practice on your own, you can feel free. It is the first time to miss you , don’t care about it, and don’t commit another crime in the future.”

"Senior brother said yes, I will remember it." Yuan Ming replied.

"Although our Fire Refining Hall is not the largest and the largest number of people, its status in the sect is second only to the Beast Control Hall. Many of their spirit beast mounts either need to wear saddles or bridles. Those who need to be imprisoned by chains cannot do without the help of our Fire Refining Hall." Fang Ge continued, his words were full of pride.

Yuan Ming knew that Biluo Cave was founded on controlling beasts, no matter which hall's disciples they were, almost all were proud of being accompanied by spirit beasts, but not all of them had the ability to raise and train spirit beasts.

The main responsibility of the disciples of Yushoutang is to breed, breed, capture, train and domesticate spirit beasts in large quantities.

"In addition to these, we also need to refine weapons, hidden weapons, and even magic weapons. The first two can be completed by ordinary registered disciples as long as they have a standard pattern. As for magic weapons...it's too far away from you, so I don't need to know for now." Fang Ge continued.

Yuan Ming already knew something about the magic weapon from Zhao Tong, and knew that it could only be made by a craftsman above the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Let's go, take you to the fire pit to try your hand."

As he said that, Fangge brought Yuan Ming to an empty casting room.

When he got inside, Yuan Ming could see all the structures inside. A firepit was built near the wall on the left.

There is a forged anvil next to the firepit, and some ores and metal powders are stacked on the upper shelf, and some wood and charcoal are stacked on the lower shelf.

"Wood is used to make a fire, and the charcoal is lit. After the temperature rises, the ore will be smelted. These metal powders are the smelting materials that have been screened. There are many kinds, and you will recognize them later." Fang Ge said.

Yuan Ming glanced over and found that he knew many of them. One of the reasons was that there were many of them that he had sold to Zhao Tong.

"Don't worry about other things today, just practice the most basic work, forging." Fangge picked up the huge hammer on the anvil forging table, lightly tossed it, and threw it to Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming caught it immediately. Although he was on guard, he was still pulled by his arm and sank.

188: Li Chang'an is angry, if he doesn't leave, I will destroy the entire Tang Sect! (Seek full order)

Yuan Ming rubbed his nose and smiled wryly.

Just the day before, he was still fighting against his fate in order to survive in the treacherous environment of Shiwan Dashan and to escape from his status as a furry beast slave to join Biluo Cave. Unexpectedly, only one day later, he would directly enter the sect in this way.

After sitting cross-legged, he took out the "Qingxin Pill" given by the three cave masters, uncorked the bottle, and poured out a bright red pill with a faint fragrance.

After he looked at it for a while, he raised his head and swallowed Dan Wan.

In an instant, a warm current began to rise from the abdomen, gradually floating upward towards the heart.

Yuan Ming felt his heart beating suddenly faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest in the next moment, and his breathing was also a little short.

Before he could take any action, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable hiccup rush, and hurriedly opened the door, rushed to the stone wall outside, bent over and vomited.

After spitting out a mass of foul-smelling black mucus, the upward momentum gradually disappeared, and the heartbeat returned to normal.

After Yuan Ming calmed down for a while, he felt that the Lingtai was clear, and his heart seemed to be cleared away, and his whole body became refreshed.

"According to what the three cave masters said, it takes three consecutive days of taking the elixir to completely remove the poison of the rot heart pill. This feeling of clearing the mind and refreshing the mind is probably not a manifestation of the complete removal of toxicity, but the original effect of the qingxin pill." Yuan Mingxin Thinking so.

After he returned, he felt the changes in himself, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yuan Ming suddenly relaxed, but he didn't feel sleepy for a while.

He knew in his heart that this Biluo Cave was not his home after all, and that the Central Plains hidden deep in his memory was his home. No matter what, he had to find a way to go back and find out who he really was.

It's just that after he stepped into the world of cultivating immortals and experienced a series of things, he realized that he was too small and his strength was also low. I'm afraid that even self-protection may not be able to do anything.

And now that I have just officially entered Biluo Cave, there are still many things worth exploring.

"At least you have to wait until your cultivation level has improved and you have some self-protection power before you can leave. Otherwise, the journey of thousands of miles may be difficult to cross." Yuan Ming secretly said.

Having said that, he already had a rough plan in his heart for returning to the Central Plains.

After thinking for a while, Yuan Ming collected his thoughts, sat cross-legged on the bed, and continued to practice "Nine Yuan Jue".

……

"dong dong"

In the early morning of the next day, Yuan Ming, who was immersed in his cultivation, was awakened by a dull knock on the door.

He opened his eyes, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Such a state of meditating quietly and forgetting both things and oneself has been rarely seen in the perilous [-] mountains.

Yuan Ming got up and opened the door, and saw a young boy in brown clothes standing outside the room, with normal eyebrows and slightly thick lips, he looked like an honest and honest person.

"Hello Shangxian, I am the servant in charge of this place, and I am responsible for the daily cleaning here." The young man lowered his head, holding a stack of clothes in both hands, and said.

On the top of the shirt was a white waist tag the size of a palm, with the words "Bi Luodong" written in Southern Xinjiang characters.

After Yuan Ming picked it up, he found that there was a column of vertical text on the other side, which said "named disciples".

"What's your name?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Sow the soil." The boy replied.

"Just give me the clothes. From now on, I can clean my place once every three days. I don't need to come every day. Don't mess with the furnishings in the house." Yuan Ming nodded and warned.

"Yes, Shangxian." Botu replied.

Yuan Ming took the clothes from his hand, turned around and wanted to go back, seeing the young man still standing outside the door, frowned and said:

"You can go back."

"Shangxian, after you change your clothes, I'll take you to the fire workshop." Botu said.

Yuan Ming recalled what Chen Wan said last night, asking him to go to Huofang in the morning, so he nodded and said, "Got it."

He closed the door, spread out the clothes in his arms, and found two sets of blue bunt clothes for changing, with the words "Huoliantang" embroidered on the chest.

After he changed his clothes, he hesitated for a moment, and as before, wrapped the white ape skin around his waist, hung the name badge on the left side, and hung the herring sword on the right side, and then went out.

Under Botu's guidance, Yuan Ming left the courtyard where the registered disciples lived together, and headed towards the back of the mountain. After walking for about a cup of tea, he saw a building surrounded by red walls.

When he came to the main entrance, Yuan Ming saw a stone erected beside the gate, and wrote a letter "The fire workshop is an important place, no idlers can enter it".

After sending Botu away, he walked towards the fire workshop alone.

As soon as he stepped up the three steps and before entering the door, Yuan Ming felt a wave of heat rushing towards him, and the air was mixed with a complex smell of sulfur and saltpeter.

He wrinkled his nose and stepped inside.

After passing through the gate and entering the yard, all kinds of clanging sounds came over.

Yuan Ming had already imagined the scene in Huofang, but because there was a front hall, he couldn't see anything yet.

At this time, the front hall was empty, so Yuan Ming walked through it by himself.

The moment he walked out of the front hall, Yuan Ming was stunned.

I saw that in an extremely spacious yard at the back, there were independent open-door huts built one after another, which looked like workshops and sheds, row upon row, as many as fifty or sixty.

In most of the huts at the moment, there is a fire pit, and the fire inside is booming, burning loudly.

Busy figures were walking around the hut, some were smelting metal, some were adding materials, and some were bare-chested, beating the iron embryo on the anvil with a hammer, making a loud noise. Sparks fly.

Yuan Ming glanced over and found that most of them were rough men with big arms and round waists, and there were few women like Chen Wan. He saw a few of them from time to time, and they were all busy, holding a hammer that was a few sizes smaller, on the stone platform. Knock on the refining raw materials.

They smashed palm-sized raw stone materials into pieces, then ground them with stone mills, and then sieved them through coarse to fine sieves over and over again.

One side is rough beating, the other side is fine screening, combined with the sound of jingling beating, and the continuous sputtering of sparks, it merges into a unique picture.

Everyone in the picture scroll was immersed in the work at hand, and no one noticed Yuan Ming's arrival.