Chapter 165 Laying a Solid Foundation

The turtle bead was taken from a giant turtle at the bottom of the Xianling Lake cave. The giant turtle turned all the essence of hundreds of years of cultivation into spirit beads, except for the demon pill. Since it was for his own use, he certainly couldn't be stingy and directly used a turtle bead as medicine.

As for the origin of the toad venom, it was also extraordinary. It was taken from the purple golden toad that jumped on the walnut boat when it was traveling in the Panlong Desert by the great master Sun Fuping. To put it bluntly, they are also toads, but they are affected by the big square pot and mutated, but they will secrete pulp on their bodies and behind their ears, and drying it is toad venom.

Sun Fuping knew the goods, and took away the useful parts before throwing the two dead purple golden toads off the boat. He didn't expect that he would be robbed by He Chunhua before he died, and the treasures were all given to his enemies.

Two kilograms of earth honey and Emperor's slurry were put into the jar, and the syrup became thick and some of them could not be stirred with a spoon; after the five medicinal materials were added, the syrup turned light black and very turbid.

He Lingchuan didn't pour the last turtle bead and toad venom powder into it until it started to bubble.

Strangely enough, the liquid in the jar was originally black and shiny, like the muddy water in the swamp, but when these two things were added, the color began to fade, from light black to dark brown, light brown...

Finally, it turned into an uneven dark yellow.

"No way, why is it this color?" He Lingchuan held up a candle to shine on the bottom of the jar. The more he looked at it, the more it looked like-

He didn't give up, and boiled it for another half a cup of tea, but it didn't change color.

This round of refining is considered to be over. Besides, the liquid in the jar is now as viscous as maltose, which can be stirred with chopsticks, and it will become mushy if boiled again.

A Luo explained that the better the quality of the refined Di Liu San, the more beautiful the color. The most successful ones are gold, red, and red gold, and the worst should be dark green. To be honest, He Lingchuan finally refined this color, which is barely even passing.

If A Luo were here, he might kick his jar over.

There is no way, who made him a novice? Of course, the most likely factor is that the quality of the medicinal materials bought from the town is not good.

He Lingchuan took the chopsticks and carefully scraped the ointment out of the bottom of the jar.

The dark yellow ointment was wrapped around the bamboo chopsticks for several times, and the more it was wrapped, the thicker and rounder it became.

This color, this shape, ah.

He had to eat it.

Even if he knew what it was, it would be embarrassing to eat it. Who made him have mysophobia?

He Lingchuan closed his eyes and ate!

Hmm? It tasted good, quite sweet, and there was no strange taste.

He smacked it twice more.

Unexpectedly, the cook suddenly rushed over from the back hall barefoot, holding an iron pot in his hand and shouting: "Who is here! Who!"

He got up in the middle of the night and suddenly heard a noise here.

"Dare to steal the official's things, little thief - ah!" The cook's footsteps suddenly stopped, but it was He Lingchuan who subconsciously turned back.

The cook's tone also twisted and raised:

"——It's the young master! That's all right."

He said embarrassedly, gave He Lingchuan a full-moon smile, and turned back on his heels.

As soon as he turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared.

What was the young master holding in his hand and what was on his lips?

Is he seeing it right?

Not that, not that, the young master has eaten all kinds of delicacies, why did he want to——?

But he thought of the dog he had at home.

"I'm not..." He Lingchuan wanted to explain, but the man's feet seemed to be greased, and he couldn't call him back, "I didn't..."

Even if he said it, would people believe it?

He could only suck the ointment on the chopsticks silently, and got up and went back to his room.

However, he had only walked halfway when his stomach gurgled and suddenly had a cramp, causing him to almost be unable to straighten his back.

It works so quickly?

But how can it work in this aspect?

He Lingchuan didn't have time to think about it, and rushed to the toilet halfway.

As soon as he squatted down, his Qi penetrated his Dantian, and he shook the earth. The birds roosting outside the hut at night were almost scared away.

Fortunately, he came and went in a hurry. When He Lingchuan stood up, he felt relaxed and light all over, as if he had lost four or five pounds in an instant.

Others took Di Liujiang, including himself who took Di Liujiang this morning, and they all felt a hot current in their stomachs and wanted to regulate their breathing quickly. Why did the first reaction after taking Di Liusan be squatting?

One word makes such a big difference?

He Lingchuan didn't have the courage to look down at all, so he quickly scooped water to wash his hands and face and walked back.

With this step, he felt like there was a spring in his heel, and he was floating when he walked.

This feeling of being as light as a swallow was more comfortable than when he finished regulating his breathing this morning, no, it was when he just woke up.

When he returned to the house, He Yue was already asleep. I don’t know if it’s the effect of the Emperor’s Flowing Juice, but the second brother, who has always been very reserved even when sleeping, actually snored slightly today.

He Lingchuan sat on the bed but didn’t feel sleepy. After all, he had just woken up for a few hours.

Forget it, let’s practice for a while.

He got up, took a round cushion, and found a quiet place to sit down.

The moonlight was like water, and it sprinkled on his body with extra gentleness.

The insects around him were much louder than last night, but it didn’t affect him.

He Lingchuan just adjusted his breath and entered into a state of meditation, which was much faster than usual.

…

This meditation lasted another four hours.

When He Lingchuan opened his eyes again, it was already dawn, and the sunlight from the east shone directly on his face.

There were two guards standing outside the yard. I think they were assigned to him by He Chunhua to prevent him from being disturbed by idle people.

When the guard saw him get up, he turned around and said, "Congratulations, young master!"

He Lingchuan was about to ask where the joy came from, when a gust of wind blew by, and he suddenly smelled a foul smell, like rotten fish and shrimps that had been fermenting on the dock for days and nights.

Although it was not as fragrant as the dumplings, it was enough to make people retreat.

For example, the two guards took three steps back.

He Lingchuan lowered his head and sniffed, and then he was sure that the smell was coming from his body.

He opened his clothes and saw that the surface of his skin was covered with a layer of light black mucus, which was foul and smelly.

On his arms, arms, legs, everywhere.

Madam Ying happened to pass by, and she pinched her nose and shouted to him from a distance of three meters: "It stinks. Chuan'er, go take a bath, the hot water is ready!"

"Okay."

In the room behind the kitchen, several wooden barrels were lined up, steaming.

As soon as he jumped in, the mucus on He Lingchuan's body turned into ink in the water, and dyed half of the bucket of water black.

He had no choice but to change another bucket of water.

After washing five buckets in a row, applying soap four times, and using a large brush, the black oil on the body was completely removed. He Lingchuan soaked in hot water and felt that all the pores on his body were open, and the heat circulated in his five internal organs, which was indescribably comfortable.

When he finished bathing, washed and changed clothes, he had the illusion that every cell was full of power, as if he could punch a hole in the sky with just one hand.

He Lingchuan knew that this state appeared, which meant that the Emperor Liujiang he took really took effect.

When people are born, they are pure and flawless, but after rolling in the world of mortals, their innate spiritual energy dissipates, and they slowly accumulate acquired filth.

The accumulation of filth in the human heart breeds the three corpses.

The accumulation of filth in the human body consumes the origin.

In the long run, it is difficult to escape the suffering of illness and aging.

Let alone the change of state of mind, the first step for practitioners to enter the hall is to remove the acquired filth and return to the pure land, which can lay the foundation for the future rapid progress.

Many people are stuck at this step because the filth and the origin are interdependent and cannot be driven out under normal conditions.

In addition to opening up the wisdom of the stubborn, the most valuable thing about the Emperor's Flowing Water is here.

The discharge of this layer of black mucus means that He Lingchuan has succeeded in one fell swoop with the help of the Emperor's Flowing Water!

Only when the foundation is laid can the practice be twice as effective with half the effort.

He Lingchuan stretched his body and his bones creaked like a string of small firecrackers.

He felt a little regretful in his heart.

In fact, he hurried to Shuanghe Town last night, and the medicinal materials he bought were of ordinary quality and insufficient age. The final effect of the medicine was limited. In the end, it actually relied on toad venom and turtle beads to enhance strength.

A Luo also told him that the prescription developed by Panlong City for the Emperor's Flowing Water, in addition to the first use of the ability to change tendons and cut marrow, the most important thing is to use it to stimulate and amplify the effectiveness of other spiritual medicines.

What is the Emperor's Flowing Water? Its essence is the purified spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the source of the essence of all life in the world. After entering the biological body circulation, it will provide the most comfortable environment for the body's operation and cultivation.

Originally, whether it was toad venom or turtle beads, the power contained in them was almost overwhelming for He Lingchuan, especially the former was highly toxic, and swallowing it directly would likely cause his tendons to burst and his body to explode and die. But now he has the protection of the Emperor's Flowing Juice, and the power of both has been gathered and obeyed, at least slowly obeying him in the next three months, truly completing the transformation from external force to his own true power.

With the amplification and stabilization of the Emperor's Flowing Juice, how many potion formulas can be made with it, which is actually full of imagination.

He Lingchuan sighed that the crudest Emperor's Flowing Powder he made had such a miraculous effect, so how powerful were the various miraculous medicines made by the professional pharmacists in Panlong City using Emperor's Flowing Juice?

It's a pity that it has nothing to do with him. It would be great if he could get the prescription.

Well, in fact, the most difficult thing to get is still the Emperor's Flowing Juice, right?

An opportunity that only comes once in decades, just passed like this. I don’t know when I will see Emperor Liujiang again.

Then again, why did I have the opportunity to meet Emperor Liujiang four times in three years during the Panlong City period?

Pure luck?

He Chunhua and others sat in a circle outside the hut to discuss matters. When they saw He Lingchuan walking over, they were all startled.

Although he maintained his usual casualness, this guy had a sharp look in his eyes and a tiger-like gait, and no one dared to approach him.

So He Chunhua had an idea:

Is this really my useless son?

Unfortunately, He Lingchuan broke his composure as soon as he opened his mouth: "I came late, and it seems that I didn’t even make it for lunch?"

After adjusting his breath, his stomach also recovered, and now he was rumbling with hunger.

He Chunhua had no choice but to tell his men: "Go get him something to eat."

He Lingchuan found a bamboo chair and sat down by himself. Wu Shaoyi beside him immediately bowed his hands: "Congratulations, young master, the foundation is laid!"

Whether it is practicing magic or martial arts, He Lingchuan has stepped over the high threshold that is like a roadblock. Wu Shaoyi is experienced and can see through things at a glance.