Chapter 94 Alchemy

After Er Gouzi's cultivation level was promoted to the sixth level of Qi Refining, his spiritual awareness in the upper Dantian was strengthened a lot.

Finally, he could enter the jade pendant again to learn alchemy.

Before, his spiritual awareness was not enough. Every time he entered the jade pendant, he could only learn knowledge about dozens of spiritual medicines, and he didn't even learn the recipes.

Every time Baihe Zhenren talked about that position, his spiritual awareness was exhausted, and he had to quit.

After his spiritual awareness was strengthened this time, he learned dozens of spiritual medicines and two recipes.

One was the recipe for Peiyuan Pill, and the one he ate last time was Peiyuan Pill.

The main medicine was 100-year-old ginseng, and the ginseng he planted was only more than 50 years old.

As for the auxiliary medicine, it was the same as Peiyuan Guben Pill, but the age of the medicinal materials was slightly higher, which was not a problem.

The other one was called Huanzhen Pill, a healing pill.

The main medicine required two spiritual medicines, and he only had one of them, which was the seven-leaf bone-building grass.

The other spiritual medicine was called Dilonggen, and he didn't have it either.

In addition, there is still a lack of spiritual charcoal, and it is still impossible to make pills.

The virtual image of Baihe Zhenren explained in detail the ratio of various spiritual medicines in the pill recipe, as well as the process and techniques of refining.

Although it is only a basic pill recipe, there are still many things to pay attention to.

Fortunately, Baihe Zhenren explained it in detail, integrating his many years of experience in alchemy into it, and explained it in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Even Ergouzi, a beginner, can understand it at once, but I don’t know if he can make it at once.

He learned the technology in vain, but he has no place to use it, which makes him itchy.

After thinking about it for a long time in the mountain, he wanted to try it with 50-year-old ginseng, even if it is just for practice.

As for spiritual charcoal, he planned to use ordinary charcoal, which would have spiritual energy after being stored in a gourd for a period of time, and maybe it could replace spiritual charcoal.

He did it as he thought, and he reluctantly cut down a jujube tree, dug a small earth kiln, burned the jujube tree into charcoal, and stored it in a gourd.

Then he took out the five-foot-high cauldron.

This big cauldron was stained with a lot of blood before. After being washed several times by him, the texture still glowed with blood.

He was a little worried. What if the elixir he refined was poisonous?

He simply took it to the bottom of the mountain and asked Ji Cang.

Ji Cang knocked on the cauldron with his fingers, making a dull sound.

"This cauldron is of good quality. Is it stolen?"

"Of course it was stolen. Such a good thing, how could I give it to someone if I didn't steal it? I couldn't beat them, so I had to steal it."

Ji Cang felt that he shouldn't ask, and made up his mind in his heart that he would never invite Er Gouzi to his home as a guest in the future.

It's best not to let this person know which direction the door opens.

"The alchemy furnace is actually a kind of magic weapon, and it is more difficult to refine than ordinary magic weapons such as swords, and the cost is higher and the value is expensive."

"How expensive is it?"

Hearing that it is very expensive, Er Gouzi feels that he has made a lot of money.

"It will cost at least a few hundred spirit stones. You can't even get 100 pills of the kind of Peiyuan Pill you are familiar with."

"Moreover, given the current situation of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even if you have spirit stones and pills, there is no place to buy them. You can't buy them at all."

After hearing what Ji Cang said, Er Gouzi firmly believed that stealing was right.

You can't beat them, and you can never get them if you don't steal.

"This pill furnace is good, but it's a pity that it is polluted. It has some impact on the finished pills, and it is easy to produce mutated pills."

Ji Cang saw the blood-red lines on it, and he guessed that it was probably stolen from the cult.

"But the impact is not too big. When you refine a mutated pill, just don't take it."

At this point, he suddenly realized something and stared at Er Gouzi.

"Can you make pills?"

Under the strict control of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the alchemy inheritance is more difficult to access than the immortal cultivation inheritance.

"No, I stole an alchemy furnace and wanted to try it myself. What if I am gifted in alchemy?"

Although everyone knew each other well, he didn't want to reveal that he had an alchemy inheritance.

"You are wasting medicinal materials in vain. You might as well take these medicinal materials and go to the alchemy room to exchange for a few pills."

"If you waste spiritual medicine, just steal it."

When Er Gouzi said this, he suddenly realized something, as if he suddenly got enlightened and realized a higher level of truth.

"What you said makes sense. Instead of working hard to steal spiritual medicine, it is better to go directly to the alchemy room and steal pills..."

"Forget it, you should still make pills. What if you are really gifted? Don't waste your alchemy talent."

"I think so too. My master said I was gifted back then."

Er Gouzi confidently carried the big tripod and went up the mountain again.

In the next few days, the top of Shekou Mountain was filled with thick smoke.

From a distance, Shekou Mountain became a big chimney, smoking out.

Occasionally, one or two explosions could be heard from the top of the mountain, startling the white geese.

Er Gouzi didn't know how many furnaces of elixirs he had wasted.

Anyway, he grew all the ginseng himself. He had three acres of ginseng that was over 50 years old.

After being improved by the yellow gourd, these ginsengs might not be as good as the 100-year-old ginseng, but the difference would not be too far.

After a few days, a large pile of black residues was piled up next to the alchemy furnace.

Er Gouzi was smoked by black smoke and looked like charcoal. A big hole was blown out of the roof of the stone house.

At this time, Er Gouzi opened the furnace cover and saw a round object at the bottom of the furnace.

He quickly wiped his black hands on his clothes, but they became darker the more he wiped.

He reached into the quilt and wiped them again, then reached out to pick up the pill from the bottom of the furnace.

This pill was the size of a thumb, crystal white, with a faint pattern on it.

It was almost exactly the same as the one he bought before, except that the pattern was slightly dimmer.

It turned out that these herbs could really be used to refine Peiyuan Pills.

After so many days of repeated failures, he had become very proficient in the technique of refining Peiyuan Pills.

In the next ten days, he continued to refine Peiyuan Pills, and the success rate was getting higher and higher.

Up to now, almost every furnace can refine a pill.

He has harvested more than a dozen pills, including two special pills.

These two pills were white and crystal, with a faint pink color, and the pattern was also red.

It was not a regular pill at first glance. Er Gouzi didn't dare to eat it, but he couldn't bear to throw it away, so he could only put it in a bottle.

He tried to eat a normal pill, and after refining it, his cultivation level soared a lot.

At this rate, if he refined dozens of pills, he would be able to break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining.

It turns out that taking pills can make cultivation so fast!

No wonder Ji Cang can become a foundation-building cultivator in his twenties.

As long as there are pills every day, Er Gouzi feels that he can also build a foundation in his twenties.

Next, he refined several furnaces of pills every day.

But the success rate of pills remained at one furnace and one pill, and it could not be improved.

He guessed that it might be that the spiritual power of the medicinal materials used was not enough, and only one pill could be refined.

He did not force it, it was much better than rubbing it into Pei Yuan Gu Ben Pills by hand.

On this day, Er Gouzi had just finished refining a furnace of pills, and suddenly the big goose clucked a few times and flew into the sky.

The whole flock of geese followed the big goose and clucked into the sky.

Er Gouzi looked down the mountain and found a murderous team in the distance, rushing towards Shekou Mountain.

The patrol team at the foot of the mountain had already discovered the enemy, and at this moment everyone was on high alert according to the formation they usually practiced.

Ji Cang stood on a relatively high stone, looking at the group of dark enemies, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing his confident and calm smile again.

"It's finally here."

"You asked Qiuyue to step up patrols two days ago. You guessed it a long time ago."

Sima Yi stood beside Ji Cang with white hair fluttering, and asked softly.

"It's not a guess, but a necessity."

"Now the world is in chaos, how can he stay out of it?"

"He doesn't want to fight others, the cult and the rebel army will find him sooner or later, and the result will be a life-and-death struggle in the end."

"It was peaceful for a few months before, and now the autumn harvest is over, it's a good time for the major forces to fight and grab food."

Ji Cang looked at the formation on Shekou Mountain, which was on high alert, and was very confident in his arrangement a few months ago.

No one knew what kind of forces the team came from this time, and they didn't even raise their flags, but there were many immortal cultivators in it.

Only a quarter of an hour later, the two teams collided fiercely, like two black waves, crashing into pieces of bright red waves.

Looking down from a high place, the team of Shekou Mountain was like a porcupine covered with spikes, slowly advancing on the ground.

Each spike that rose up concentrated the strength of dozens or hundreds of people, piercing into the enemy team, splashing a large amount of blood.

Countless spikes were densely packed, which could both attack and defend, and the enemy could not get close to the inside of the team at all.

A cultivator of the third level of Qi training, relying on his strong strength, jumped up and wanted to break through between the two spikes.

But the two spikes rolled inward at the same time, just like two tentacles, tightly surrounding him in the middle.

These two spikes were composed of hundreds of people, and hundreds of spears stabbed at the same time.

Even if he cast a golden shield spell, he couldn't withstand the attack of hundreds of spears at the same time.

The golden shield shattered into golden light and dissipated in the air.

The monk's body was pierced by hundreds of spears, and not even a complete corpse was left. It was split into countless pieces of rotten meat and scattered on the ground.

"The greatest function of the military formation is to gather the power of countless weak people and defeat stronger enemies."

Ji Cang stood on a high stone to watch the battle. Seeing the good performance of the team, he nodded with satisfaction.

The hard work of the past few months has not been in vain. Finally, a team capable of fighting has been cultivated.

A mile away from the battlefield, the Zhang Youliang brothers were also watching the battle quietly.

"Wang Da Naotou and his group are really useless. They usually brag loudly. So many cultivators, so many people, still lost so badly."

Zhang Youxin saw that Shekou Mountain had a great advantage and cursed indignantly.

"It's not that Wang Da Naotou is too bad, but that Shekou Mountain is too strong."

Zhang Youliang looked at the battlefield with a solemn face.

"Wang Dabo's team is the strongest in the surrounding area of ​​more than ten miles.

He has destroyed the forces of several villages and towns before, and these are all real achievements."

"I guess it should be the credit of this strange formation."

The people who are rebelling and claiming to be kings now are all mountain bandits and mud legs. It's good enough to know a few words.

How can they know how to train military formations? Many people have never even heard of it.

For example, the Zhang brothers are good at both literature and martial arts. Among all the rebels, they are already the ceiling of the rebels' cultural knowledge.

"Then what should we do?"

"Should we go to other places farther away and recruit one or two teams to come here?"

Zhang Youxin looked at the battlefield, and a sense of fear and cruelty rose in his heart.

"The strength of the rebels is not much different, and recruiting a few more teams will just be a waste."

Zhang Youliang's eyes suddenly lit up when he said this.

"Yes, let them come here to deliver food."

"The more the better."