Chapter 227: Ding Shang

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Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.
Not long after Yang Jian left, the real Jade Ding stood in the shade of the trees on the side of the mountain, standing there for a long time.
Yang Jian is his only disciple. After Yang Jian has completed his profound arts, he will inherit his mantle and pass on his way.
There is a disciple who is much better than practicing alone.
Even if one day is transformed into the Tao, some people will definitely remember and hang on themselves.
True person Yuding didn't want him to spread his Dao and deeds all over the world, but sometimes he thought, if he was transformed into Dao, who would remember himself?
"cough!"
Madam Yuding suddenly coughed, stroking his chest, and a little sadness appeared on his plain face.
The dark yellow blood in the palm of his hand turned into a little crystal powder, floating in the air.
With a light sigh, Madam Yuding took out an iron plate from his sleeve, rubbing his fingers gently on the iron surface, as if he was soothing his most cherished treasure, for fear of leaving a trace of dirt.
If Yang Jian were here, he would definitely take a surprised look at the deepest corner of the mysterious turtle belt.
The texture and appearance of this iron plate are exactly the same as the one that Yang Jian got from the old man Xuangui, except that the words carved on it have changed.
Yang Jian's side is "Jiu", but the side in Yuding Zhenren's hand is "Two".
"Every Nine is the extreme, but I never thought that the ninth place was the Xuangui Great Tomb, which also involved him in this matter. The saint's arrangement is a blessing or a curse, a blessing and a curse, the saint... holy... …"
Madam Yuding slowly closed his eyes, his whole person seemed to be integrated into this world, and he remained silent for a long time.
I don't know how long it took, maybe a few days and nights, or maybe just a moment, when the real Yuding turned and took a step, his figure floated into the Jinxia Cave.
The door of the cave closed slowly, without disturbing the figures in the attic.
Returning to the futon that he had been sitting on for an unknown length of time, and had long been integrated with the ground, the real man Yuding would continue to close his eyes and rest his mind, as he had experienced for so many years before, practicing with peace of mind and not doing what he wanted.
But when Madam Yuding was about to close his eyes, the corner of his eyes jumped slightly.
There seems to be something strange in this cave.
Real Jade Ding has been practicing in this cave for too long. From the day he entered the school of Yuanshi Tianzun, it became his dojo.
Looking towards the side of the water pool, a cloud of profound energy lingered on the stone chair where the real man Yuding often sat.
It was this group of profound energy that almost concealed it from the eyes of the real Yuding.
Real Jade Ding raised his hand, and a jade bottle flew out of the profound energy and landed in front of him.
This jade bottle is very familiar to Yuding real person, not only familiar, this is the jade bottle that he often uses to hold the pill, and he refined hundreds of them at the same time.
There was no need to open the cork, and as soon as he started, Yuding Zhenren knew the nature and spirituality of the pill.
"Ran Nine? Cultivating soul?"
Zhen Yuding frowned, opened the cork, and looked at the twelve pills that were like red beans.
Nine-turn soul pill.
This pill is quite difficult to obtain. It is very difficult to gather the treasures used in a pot of pill medicine. It is also a bit uncommon. Although it is an elixir of perfection type, it takes ten times more energy than a pot of nine-rolled golden pill. Refining.
What's more, the function after training is determined by the way of heaven.
These twelve pills are the ultimate soul-raising pills, and they can indeed heal the wounds of the Great Dao.
unfortunately……
"This guy is also well-intentioned."
Real Jade Ding couldn't help but smile when he thought of Yang Jian hesitating and sneaking in when he was leaving.
Naturally, Yang Jian secretly put the Baodan obtained from Xuangui's widow in the cave because he was concerned about his face. If it is directly given, what should Yang Jian say and how should he say it?
Not to mention that the real person of Yuding has never let Yang Jian know that he is hurt, and the image he has established for Yang Jian has always been ‘everything has him, don’t worry’.
The master doesn't want to worry the disciple, and the disciple doesn't want to embarrass the master at all.
Yang Jian is thoughtful and meticulous, and he knows that Master will definitely see these medicines; wrapped in profound energy, but he is afraid that his mother Yao Ji will find it and lose Master's reputation.
unfortunately……
True person Yuding would naturally not refuse the kindness of his disciple. He took out ten of the twelve pills and left two in the bottle. This is also the principle of never doing nothing.
Both arms shook, Yuding real person's head was filled with air, bursts of glow appeared in the cave, a scent of fragrance circulating in the cave, the whole Yuquan Mountain seemed to be a little more spiritual.
I saw a simple three-legged round tripod slowly flying out of the purple aura, falling in front of the real Yuding.
This round tripod is a piece of gemstone, but it has thousands of ditches and cracks, among which there are forty-eight huge cracks, each of which is enough to make the round tripod break directly.
But the round tripod was still strong, and the three legs fell on the jade board, and there was a ray of light on it.
One ear of the Yuanding was missing a fragment, which roughly matched the outline of the broken jade that Yang Jian was wearing on his neck at this time.
"Oh," the real Yuding raised his hand and gently stroked the round tripod, there was a little nostalgia in his eyes, and a little lonely.
The ten Nine-Ranked Soul-Nourishing Pills successively turned into medicinal mist, and penetrated into the forty-eight cracks in the round tripod; soon, the round tripod vibrated softly, and the cracks seemed a little shallower and no longer there. Terrible.
Far from enough.
Even one hundred or two hundred is far from enough.
This furnace of pill is already too rare, and ordinary soul-cultivating pill has no half effect; even if it is to attract all the spiritual roots of soul-cultivating in this world, it will be difficult to fill the twelfth of the cracks in the round cauldron.
The death of the avenue, the medicine stone is weak.
True person Yuding didn't tell Yang Jian about his injury. Generally, he just didn't want one more person to worry about him.
After wiping the Yuanding carefully, the real Yuding put away the Yuanding and meditated there with his legs crossed.
Unconsciously or unconsciously, the real person Yuding seemed to have a little more complexion, his unpretentious face, and a little more flying look.
The two pills left by the real person of Yuding were worried that Yang Jian would lose his soul in the future; the real person of Yuding thought he was inferior to the sage of Taiqing in making alchemy. This medicine is also better than the soul-raising medicine he refined A bit stronger.
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Nanzhou, Chaoge City.
The secular land of Nanzhou is quite magnificent. Before it became a soup, it was called the "Xianchao".
But after the Great Xia, due to too many mortals in the dunya, the turbidity condensed, and the monks gradually left.
After thousands of years, the Great Xia Dynasty collapsed, and the Great Merchants rose. Hundreds of years have passed. The land of South Continent is like a star, and the villages and towns are like the leaves of the forest.
Chaoge City alone, if you count the continuous towns beyond the city walls, has a population of nearly 10 million.
This directly subverted Yang Jian's perception of so-called history.
But I gradually guessed that this is a prehistoric place, not my hometown, and I can't use the history I know to apply here.
Along the way, Yang Jian had an absurd idea in his mind.
In this world, do you have two hands, a pen, and a book to write down all the deductions and deductions of the mundane world; when the fate of the mortal world is exhausted, those hands will slowly open the book, and you will experience what the mundane world has experienced. Everything was performed again on the blue star.
With these thoughts, Yang Jian couldn't stop a bit, only feeling extremely strange, and gradually there were signs of epiphany.
It is a pity that his Yuanshen Dao cultivation was not enough, and the chance of enlightenment passed away quietly.
There is nothing in fate.
Yang Jian has gained too many benefits recently, and his physical strength has become more and more tyrannical. Now walking on the land of Nanzhou, he occasionally encounters a few ‘sneaky’ Dao Men Da Luo, and he has the confidence to peek at what they are doing.
Most of them are recruiting apprentices to find apprentices, not just to explain and teach immortals, many of them also follow this method, looking for one or two apprentices to be on the list of gods.
On this journey, Yang Jian found the traces of seven or eight great Luo Jinxians~EbookFREE.me~ He did not say hello to him, after all, he was of a low level, and he had to salute everyone when he saw him.
Heading straight to Chaoge City, Yang Jian occasionally stopped to inquire about some news and learn about the situation in Nanzhou at this time.
"At this time, it is still slavery and semi-slavery... to follow the foot, birth is extremely important, this is also in accordance with the prevailing trend."
Yang Jian met a lot of scrawny laborers, and also met a lot of dignitaries.
The princes, slavery, and the merchants are actually the strongest princes, occupying the most fertile land, possessing the most powerful forces, and making the Quartet surrender and paying tribute every year.
As the most prosperous Chaoge City under this system, it has gathered the richness and style of the small half of this Nanzhou, with more than one million troops stationed on all sides, looking all around.
On a sunny afternoon, Yang Jian wore a light yellow long coat and a long crown, walking into the city like the scribes everywhere on the road.
The avenues in the city are very wide. When Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness swept across the place, he saw row upon row of civil and wooden attics.
The streets are straight and must have been fully planned before construction; and the further you go into the city, the taller the buildings and the denser the population.
There is a lake in the city, three or four artificially constructed rivers, picturesque scenery on both sides, and densely packed markets.
To Yang Jian's surprise, he also discovered the criss-crossing underground waterways under Chaoge City. The water channels for water diversion and drinking and sewage treatment were divided into upper and lower levels, which were distinct.
"Really."
Yang Jian gently shook his head, his eyes fell on the huge palace complex in the middle of the city.
The palaces everywhere are actually located on high stone foundations. If there is a heavy fog, there will be like a fairy in the clouds, and you can pick up the stars with your hands.
And above the undulating palace, there seemed to be a ghost of a golden dragon hovering around.
That is the fate of Di Xin.
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