Chapter 322 Opportunity
"Sword Raising Pill? Why is this so difficult!"
Ning Wantang's face turned from gloomy to clear, and she shouted: "As long as you help me take good care of Dumb, I will definitely help you refine a few sword-raising pills!"
Liang Yan originally wanted to ask the Valley Master of the Evil Doctor Valley to help him make alchemy, but just now he saw that this little girl's alchemy skills had also entered the room, so he decided to focus on her.
But he didn't expect Ning Wantang to agree so easily. Seeing the happy look on her face, Liang Yan couldn't help but secretly thought: "It seems that this little girl who is inexperienced in the world has a deep love for that stupid brother Dumb." Planted.”
Liang Yan himself was originally a young man under the age of twenty, but his experiences in the past ten years were too bizarre and bumpy, and some young people matured precociously. He looked at Ning Wantang in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a little curious about the dumb guy, and asked:
"Miss Ning, where is this Dumb Brother from? I don't think he looks like someone from the Evil Doctor Valley, does he?"
After hearing this, Ning Wantang sighed softly and said, "My grandfather rescued Ah-Dai from the dead man's tomb. It's a long story."
She raised her head and saw that Liang Yan was looking very interested, so she started talking and continued:
"That day when my grandfather and I returned from an outing, we happened to bump into the disciples of the Tomb of the Dead escorting a group of low-level monks back to the mountain. My grandfather hated the Tomb of the Dead, so he immediately dispatched these disciples and captured those who The monks were all released."
"Although these Qi Refining monks are all casual cultivators, most of them have their own caves. After thanking my grandfather, they dispersed one after another. Only Ah-Dai was the only one. He was stupid and didn't know who he was. Where he came from, and where he was going. His body was scarred and bleeding. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I begged my grandfather to take him back to the valley."
Liang Yan was slightly surprised when he heard this. He also knew that Wen Tao of the Tomb of the Dead was arresting low-level Qi-refining monks to use them as blood food for the tomb owner, but he did not expect that the owner of the Evil Doctor Valley would take action. intervention.
"It seems that although the Evil Doctor Valley and the Dead Man's Tomb are demarcated and governed on Changning Mountain, they are not as peaceful as the outside world thinks."
Thinking of this, he suddenly became worried about the Dead Man's Tomb, and couldn't help but ask Ning Wantang: "Miss Ning, to be honest, I don't have much dealing with the Dead Man's Tomb. I even caused some trouble in its sect before. Will the disaster be implicated in the Valley of Evil Doctors?"
His words were meant to test Ning Wantang, but Ning Wantang waved his hand and said rather disdainfully:
"You don't have to worry at all. Even if the Tomb of the Dead knew that you were here, he would never dare to reach out. Seriously speaking, if our two factions hadn't had an agreement before, how would my grandfather have tolerated such a mess like the Tomb of the Dead? Sect as a neighbor? His mountain gate has been trampled down a long time ago!"
Liang Yan's eyelids twitched when he heard this, thinking that this little girl has such a strong tone.
But that's okay, now that I have lost all my spiritual power and have no magical powers left, if the Valley of Evil Doctors is really not afraid of the tombs of the dead, then I will be much safer hiding here.
Thinking of this, he was in a good mood. He stood up, bowed his hands to Ning Wantang, took over all the matters of taking care of Ah-Dai, and left.
After helping Ning Wantang refine the elixir for almost half a day, it was already nightfall when Liang Yan returned to his guest room according to the original route. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a young man in black clothes leaning blankly against the door, staring down at his palms with a thoughtful expression.
"Dai, what are you thinking about?" Liang Yan looked at his dull expression and said in amusement.
Dui seemed to hear his call, and raised his head with a blank look on his face, and looked at Liang Yan, but his eyes were muddy and there was no trace of self-awareness at all.
Liang Yan didn't expect him to answer originally, but when he thought that his batch of sword-raising pills could land on this person, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart, and he also liked Dumb a lot.
He went back to his bed in the west and sat cross-legged. He took out the prototype of the relic in his arms, put it gently into his storage bag, and placed it next to the "Six Objects of Creation and Death Lamp". In one place.
I saw the flame on the "Six Objects of Life and Death Lamp" immediately swaying, as if I had discovered an enemy I hadn't seen for a long time, and I became slightly excited. The black evil fire in the prototype of the relic flickered, and a trace of black energy could be seen faintly escaping and burned out by the lights next to it.
"There's a show!"
Liang Yan secretly observed for a while and felt that what the ape Jiuling said was true. This Buddhist magic weapon did have the power to expel evil fire, but the effect was not very strong. It would probably take some time to completely purify the prototype of the relic. .
Although he was curious and wanted to carefully observe the reaction of the "Six Objects of Life and Death Lamp", now that he had lost all his spiritual power, he could not take out this Buddhist magic weapon. He could only tie the mouth of the bag and put it on his waist. Leave it alone.
"I just hope that Yuan Jiuling will keep his word. If I help him get rid of the evil fire on the prototype of the relic, he can also ask the Valley Master to heal me and help me regain my magical powers."
Liang Yan sighed softly in his heart and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, silently activating the secrets of Hunhun Gong.
He still had some illusions, hoping to recover his spiritual power through his own skills, but no matter how hard he tried, his dantian was always empty, not even a trace of spiritual power was produced. As time went by, even Liang Yan himself felt a little depressed.
Although his cultivation had reached the stage of foundation building, he had lost all his spiritual energy at the moment and could not recuperate through meditation. Over time, he also developed a lot of fatigue, so he fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed.
The next morning, the "bamboo butterfly" came again to report the news and lead the way, but the old ape was no longer here to follow.
Liang Yan got up and went out, followed Zhudie to the alchemy room to help Ning Wantang refine elixirs, and fell asleep when he came back at night. Just like this, day and night alternated, and five or six days passed in a blink of an eye. The days were peaceful and comfortable.
That night, Liang Yan came back from Ning Wantang's alchemy room. He was leaning on his bed and was dazed. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and he remembered his "Tao Sword Sutra"!
"Tao Sword Sutra" is an extremely superior technique. Although I have the formula in hand, I have practiced it many times before, but I have never been able to fully understand it. In Liang Yan's opinion, the spiritual power movement method recorded above is simply unimaginable and impossible.
"In the final analysis, the Dao Sword Classic still belongs to the Taoist sword art. Although sword cultivators belong to the same lineage, anyone regardless of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism or Demon can practice it. But there must be a priority. Because of the Tianji Pearl, I was both a Buddhist and a Confucian. Will spiritual power affect the cultivation of Tao Sword Scripture?"
"My current spiritual power cannot be restored, which may not be an opportunity to help me understand the magic formula in the Tao Sword Sutra. If I can develop a trace of Taoist spiritual power, then I don't have to place my hopes on others, but can rely on myself. With my hard work, I slowly regained my supernatural powers."
As soon as he thought of this, Liang Yan became excited as if he had discovered a new world. His sleepiness immediately disappeared, and he sat cross-legged on the bed, muttering something to himself, and couldn't wait to start practicing the "Tao Sword Sutra" again.