An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping knew that he had nothing to do with the refining of this batch of hemostatic powder.

However, while he was preparing the pills for the next batch of hemostatic powder, he was also secretly observing the old immortal master refining the pills.

At this time, the old immortal master's expression was no longer as serious as at the beginning, but he was still staring at the pill furnace, paying attention to the changes in the pill furnace.

As if sensing Fang Ping's curious gaze, the old immortal master explained without turning his head:

"I am only at the seventh level of Qi Refining now, and I have not yet cultivated my spiritual consciousness. I can only rely on experience to judge the progress of refining the medicine from the changes in the size of the fire, the temperature of the pill furnace, and the changes in the smell of herbs."

Fang Ping suddenly felt guilty and hurriedly lowered his head to sort the herbs.

As he came into contact with the old immortal master more and more, the old immortal master told him more and more common sense of cultivating immortals, and Fang Ping could more or less understand many things.

But this thing called spiritual consciousness was the first time he heard of it.

However, the old immortal master seemed to feel the changes in the pills, and began to change the seals in his hands again to control the fire, and did not continue to explain. www.x33xs.com

Fang Ping just kept it in mind and planned to ask the old immortal master again when he was in a good mood.

Fang Ping was quick and nimble, and quickly prepared the herbs needed for the next batch of hemostatic powder, and arranged them in order and quantity.

At this time, the refining of hemostatic powder seemed to have reached a critical moment. The seals in the old immortal master's hands changed more and more quickly, and Fang Ping only saw a series of finger shadows in his eyes.

"Buzz"

Suddenly, the old immortal master pointed his finger at the alchemy furnace, and a green light shot out from the old immortal master's finger and landed on the alchemy furnace.

"Stop!"

The old immortal master's expression became solemn again, and he shouted in a deep voice. At the same time, the alchemy furnace shook slightly, and a faint medicinal fragrance drifted out of the alchemy furnace.

"Collect!"

The old immortal master stood up and patted the alchemy furnace lightly with his palm. A ball of bluish-white powder flew out of the alchemy furnace and drilled into the porcelain bottle in the old immortal master's hand.

Although he had prepared in advance, he still felt extremely magical when he watched the herbs burn in the furnace for a while and turned into medicinal powder.

The old immortal master poured some medicinal powder from the porcelain bottle, rubbed it with his hands, smelled it, and then laughed:

"Hahaha, yes, if I didn't practice the wood-based technique "Qingmu Jue", with my alchemy attainments, even refining a low-grade hemostatic powder would not be easy."

Seeing that the old immortal master was in a good mood, Fang Ping hurriedly asked: "Master, what is spiritual consciousness? And is the "Qingmu Jue" you just mentioned a method for cultivating immortals?"

Cultivating immortals has always been what Fang Ping is most looking forward to now.

He has spiritual roots, and he only needs a method to start practicing and become a formal immortal cultivator.

The old immortal master was in a good mood and replied generously: "Yes, the technique I practice is Qingmu Jue. Although it is indeed a genuine technique for cultivating immortals, it is only a basic technique that is the most mediocre in the world of cultivating immortals."

"Basic technique?"

"Yes, didn't I tell you before that techniques can also be divided into good and bad ones? This Qingmu Jue is the most common technique for cultivating immortals. In the sects of cultivating immortals, even menial disciples can practice it. It is an existence that few people would even look at if it was thrown on the ground."

As he spoke, the old immortal master's expression began to mock himself: "I have worked hard all my life and cultivated immortals for nearly sixty years. I have no qualifications and no resources. Even the most basic techniques are only the most basic ones. Basic skills.

But now, I am old and weak, and my foundation is covered with dust. For the rest of my life, my cultivation may only stop here. "

Shaking his head, the old immortal master said: "As for the spiritual consciousness, it is an ability that can only be mastered after the foundation is established. It is an invisible energy born in the sea of ​​​​soul consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness can be released, and you can see everything within the range of the spiritual consciousness without leaving the house.

It is said that Yuanying cultivators can use spiritual consciousness to control flying swords to kill people thousands of miles away.

Moreover, spiritual consciousness is needed for alchemy, refining, making talismans and arranging formations.

In short, spiritual consciousness is like spiritual power, which is vital to cultivators. "

When the old immortal master explained, he couldn't help showing envy.

Fang Ping was even more fascinated when he heard it. He didn't expect that spiritual consciousness could have so many wonderful uses.

If he had spiritual consciousness, wouldn't he be able to peek at anyone he wanted, and others wouldn't be able to find out.

At the same time, he was eager to try it, since the Qingmu Jue was said so badly by the old immortal master.

He really wanted to ask the old immortal master if he could pass on the Qingmu Jue to him.

The old immortal master glanced at him and instantly saw through Fang Ping's thoughts:

"Okay, put away your messy thoughts. You have only learned a few words now. Even if I give you the skills, you won't understand.

And with your qualifications of five elements and mixed spiritual roots, you can only waste your life in the Qi Refining Stage. There is no possibility of entering the Foundation Building Stage and cultivating spiritual consciousness."

Fang Ping was hit hard by the old immortal master, and at the same time he had some expectations in his heart.

It seemed that after he learned more words, the old immortal master would pass on the skills to him.

Forcibly putting away his thoughts in his heart, Fang Ping entered the working state again and fully cooperated with the old immortal master to refine the hemostatic powder.

But the old immortal master's luck didn't seem to be very good. Two furnaces of hemostatic powder failed.

Two consecutive failures also made the old immortal master look unhappy.

"Fang Ping, I'll sit in meditation for a while to recover my spiritual power. You collect the two furnaces of waste pills!"

After saying that, he sat in meditation with a dark face to recover.

Fang Ping looked at the two piles of herbal residues that the old immortal master had casually placed aside and couldn't help scratching his head.

The old immortal master had never told him how to deal with these things.

But the old immortal master was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to disturb him.

He could only bite the bullet and take a linen bag to collect the elixir residue, and put it together with the cloth bag containing the scraps of talisman paper.

Soon the old immortal master started to refine the elixir again.

Perhaps the bad luck had run out, and the next few furnaces of hemostatic powder were all successful.

The old immortal master's mood also became happy as the furnaces of hemostatic powder came out.

After recovering just now, the old immortal master succeeded in eight of the ten furnaces of hemostatic powder and failed in two.

If the previous furnaces are not counted, the success rate is as high as 80%.

Although it is only a low-grade hemostatic powder, the old immortal master is also very happy with such a high success rate.

"One more furnace, and ten furnaces of hemostatic powder, which will barely be enough for the army for two days."

The old immortal master opened the furnace again, but failed two furnaces in a row, and succeeded in the third furnace.

The old immortal master, in a good mood, waved his hand and gave Fang Ping, who had been working for many days, a day off, so that he could go back and rest.

So Fang Ping said goodbye to the old immortal master and returned to his tent with two cloth bags containing herbal residue and talisman paper scraps.

He was too tired these days, so he went back to the tent, threw the two cloth bags on the bedside and fell asleep.

After Fang Ping left for a long time, the old immortal master suddenly seemed to remember something:

"The residue of the hemostatic powder was taken away by Fang Ping?" The old immortal master said: "Alas, I forgot to tell this kid that the residue is poisonous. You have to find a place to bury it. If you keep it around for a long time, there will be a risk of poisoning."

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