My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

Taoist Qingsong and Huifang immediately showed joy, and they were about to speak, but they heard Yunhong suddenly change the subject.

"But with all due respect, it's best not to have too many expectations."

Even the Tongguan smile froze on his face, "What do you mean?"

Didn't you say you can do it in the future?Why not let hope?

Yunhong took a look at them and felt that the truth might be cruel, but he had to say it.

It is true that only Jindan stage monks can make marrow washing pills, but the key is here

If it can be done, must it be done?

Stepping into the Golden Core stage is just obtaining a certain qualification.

It's like you are eligible to take the college entrance examination, but if you take it, will you be able to pass it?

In addition, Xisuidan has very strict requirements on materials.

If the aura was active back then, it would not be a big deal, at most it would be more expensive, and if a large reward was offered, there would be echoes;

But now the aura is in great decline, the environment that breeds the elixir has changed drastically, and the production has plummeted.It's not a question of whether you can afford it, but whether you can find it.

Taking ten thousand steps back, Yunhong was lucky enough to break through to the golden elixir stage, and he had gathered enough materials to make the marrow-washing elixir, and suddenly came to do it in a leisurely way, but it must not be too much, and he must take care of himself first.

Those who are sitting here are very likely not to be able to touch them.

The production of Xisui Pill is quite cumbersome, and now Yunhong only wants to pursue the Dao of Heaven and Earth, and the pills and runes are just a last resort. He will never spend a lot of time and energy on it for some human communication or yellow and white things. .

To put it bluntly, even if I could, I wouldn't want to.

These words are true, but Yunhong doesn't bother to find reasons now, because one lie needs more lies to cover up, which is both energy-intensive and hypocritical, and it is easy to shake the Taoism.

Since you asked about my doorstep, then I will open up and say, if you can accept it, accept it, and if you can’t accept it, you will be dragged down.

An Ge, who wanted to stop it at any time, was relieved.

He was afraid that Yunhong would not be able to save his face.

Those who are sitting here are not fools. After hearing this, my heart is half cold.

Indeed, it is what you want from others, so what qualifications do you have to ask the other party to do something for yourself?

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, so there is nothing more to say here.

Yunhong took a sip of the tea, and gave the final blow without mercy, "There is a more practical problem. After I say it, it is only for me..."

Breaking through this kind of thing may be within a year, it may be a few years, it may be dozens or even hundreds of years, no one can say for sure.

Yunhong has just broken through to the foundation building stage, and he is actually only in his early twenties. He can live at least another hundred years, or even longer, so he can naturally afford to wait.

After all, for a cultivator, looking back on the past, a hundred years is just a snap of the fingers.

But what about these monks?

Can you afford to wait?

After a short period of ecstasy, Tongguan and the others also thought of this and let out a long sigh.

But the three of them didn't give up, they just said earnestly, if one day Yun Hong really has extra pills for washing marrow, and they are still alive, please don't forget them.

Yunhong was not surprised by this result.

Although it sounds hopeless, there is hope after all, isn't there?

What if, what if?

It is impossible to expect to step into the world of cultivating immortals by yourself, but now another opportunity suddenly pops up, and it is an opportunity without paying the cost, no one will give up easily.

After talking about this, Taoist Qingsong and the others didn't need to stay any longer, they exchanged a few simple greetings immediately, and got up to leave.

Just as Yunhong was about to see off the guests, he suddenly had the feeling of being spied on, and immediately looked out the window

There was a paper crane parked there!

The paper crane seemed to realize that he had been spotted, so he flapped his wings and turned his head to fly!

Can't let it go!

This thought popped into everyone's mind, and they rushed to the window one after another.

In the end, it was Pang Xiao who was the closest to the window, smashing the window with his palm, and grabbed the paper crane together with the broken glass.

The paper crane twisted its wings desperately, looking completely weird.

"What the hell is this?" Pang Xiao wrinkled his tiger face, feeling a little disgusted.

Everyone sensed a faint sense of consciousness from the paper crane, and their expressions were a little dignified, being watched?

Only when Tongguan saw the paper crane for the first time, his pupils trembled and his face turned pale.

Aware of his abnormality, Yunhong was about to speak, but Tong Guan jumped out of the broken window frame.

Tong Guan's body fell sharply, he tapped twice on the wall with his strength, and made a few tricks quickly in mid-air, "The wind is coming!"

The calm air suddenly became agitated, and several whirlwinds appeared out of nowhere in the night, each time holding firmly under Tongguan's falling body, sending him far away.

Even Monk Huifang, who was always fighting with him, couldn't help but sigh with emotion, this guy's Yufeng Jue has become more and more proficient.

Ordinary monks cannot freely mobilize various auras in the world like immortal cultivators, so their proficiency in spells, hand formulas, formations, etc. directly determines their actual combat effectiveness.

It was also the first time Yunhong saw Tongguan in action, so he couldn't help but look at it differently.

"Have the two fellow daoists seen anything similar?"

Monk Huifang and Taoist Qingsong both nodded, "This is a little trick of monks, using spiritual power to control things, you can simply pass some instructions..."

In principle, any object can be used as a carrier, but the consumption of spiritual power will increase according to the weight and volume of the carrier, so paper that is light, easy to obtain and easy to carry becomes the first choice.

Folding into paper cranes is purely for beauty.

Yunhong picked up the paper crane and looked at it, and found that the consciousness on it had dissipated.

Probably the owner realized that he was discovered, and in order to prevent himself from being exposed by following the vine, he cut off the contact neatly.

Passing the order... After dismantling the paper crane, it was found that there was a remnant formation in the inner layer.

This kind of temporary formation drawn on paper can last for a limited time, and it is driven entirely by that trace of spiritual consciousness. Once the spiritual consciousness dissipates, the formation will slowly disappear.

But in just a few seconds, the lines of spiritual power that make up the formation have become incomplete.

Yunhong immediately used his hand as a pen, and engraved the remaining part in the air.

He had seen Ange many times before, so he naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Pang Xiao and the two human monks were shocked once again.

Who would have thought that in their lifetime, they would still see the void spell with their own eyes?

"Mirror image circle." Taoist Qingsong said humanely.

Seeing Yunhong's doubts, she continued to explain, "In short, it is similar to modern monitors, and can also hear the sound, but this formation has not appeared for a long time."

Many rune formations were not lost because they were useless, but gradually disappeared because the current monks couldn't draw them.

This is interesting.

Yunhong became interested. The rune formation book he brought back from the Bureau headquarters did not have this.

Wouldn't it be nice if you got a few outside your own mountain?

Taoist Qingsong was obviously very good at observing words and expressions, so he took out a pen and paper, drew the full version on the spot and handed it over, "This is it."

It is not difficult to draw in reality, but the difficulty is that it takes a lot of spiritual energy to maintain it, so modern monks basically can only see it as a decorative painting.

As expected, Yunhong smiled, accepted it openly, and handed over a Peiyuan Pill, making it clear that he didn't want to take advantage of others.

Daoist Qingsong didn't expect to get a smiling face and a positive response in exchange for favors. Even if the original intention of building a good relationship was achieved, he accepted it generously.

If we really want to talk about it, she still took advantage of it.

The monk Huifang on the side was stunned

Can it still be like this? !