Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 350: Alchemy and Taoist Canon

Guixuzi stared at the lingering sword marks in the sky and sighed, "So many powerful people have gathered in Jinghai. They definitely haven't come just for Mo Qingfeng, they must be here for the immortals. You have traces of immortals on you. Not only the three clans in Jinghai, but also the sword cultivators of the nine major sword sects will surely be jealous!"

"So that's it!"

Du Fang felt much better. He gently put on his clothes and wrapped the cloth around his head again.

The twisted iron kettle looked really ugly.

The sorcerer didn't know how to twist it beautifully, and his hands wrapped in cloth suddenly froze: This was the second time Guixuzi mentioned immortals.

The fairy is about to be born!

Du Fang suddenly froze. He was the one who knew these three spirits best. The black spirit withered first and was picked by Bai Zhi. Later, the green spirit and the purple spirit matured at the same time and disappeared at the same time.

Could it be that this fairy will have to go through several years of development before it can be born?

Du Fang fell into deep thought.

He recalled the past. It seemed like a long time ago, but Du Fang remembered it clearly when he and his senior sister Li Qingshuang went to seize the immortal spirit.

The elders of Mirror Demon and Longyuan had almost always mentioned that the time when the fairy spirit was born was at least five to ten years before they took the fairy spirit.

There are experts who can calculate the time when immortals will be born.

The Longyuan Sword Sect took the first step, and it was the former Mo Ling who was predicted by them in advance.

This is what Master Xuanzhen said. This is also what Bai Zhi said.

Du Fang suddenly felt a little curious. Only fifteen years had passed in this life of immortality, which was completely different from the previous legend that one flower would bloom once every three hundred years.

Only fifteen years had passed.

The next one is about to be born!

Is the immortal spirit in this life a purple spirit or a green spirit?

"Hey, Rat Demon, what are you thinking about?" Guixuzi waved his hand at his face. "Nothing, what's wrong?"

Du Fang woke up from his thoughts. He didn't want to get involved in these troubles, but troubles happened to him.

Why are there traces of immortals on his body?

This is a question that Du Fang cannot figure out.

"Don't think about it. Just stay here. As long as you don't leave the yard, no one can find you!" Guixuzi has already started changing his clothes.

His tattered robe was instantly replaced with a brand new Taoist robe.

"Where are you going?" Du Fang asked in surprise.

Guixuzi suddenly smiled and said, "Come and watch the fun. Such grand events are rare. You don't know how exciting the scene was before you came!"

Du Fang was about to say, "Then take me with you!" but suddenly pursed his lips.

Yes, he went there not only to cause trouble for Guixuzi, but also to implicate himself. He just wanted to live this life in peace and not be like in his previous life, plagued by troubles and becoming a pawn of others.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

Seeing his expression, Guixuzi's expression suddenly changed. "Stay here and wait for me to come back. I will help you get the transformation pill. I guarantee that you will look exactly like a human!"

"Okay!" Du Fang agreed readily.

The depressed mood was immediately swept away.

Guixuzi has so many bottles and jars, and he also knows how to make elixirs, so it's much easier than collecting them by yourself with great effort.

"Don't break your promise, I'll be waiting for you here!"

Guixuzi had already soared into the air and was heading south.

There is indeed no dead end in life, and at the end of the dead end there is always a turning point.

He happily began to sing a tune that he had learned from a bat demon. The lyrics and music were a bit vulgar, but Du Fang enjoyed singing it very much.

The tone became louder and louder as he walked around the yard and the house, beginning to observe where Guixuzi was.

This Guixuzi is obviously a person who practices alchemy.

In the Nine Divine Continents, there were very few powerful alchemists, so few that they could almost be described as rare. The most common here were sword cultivators and evil cultivators.

The shabby wooden cabinet is filled with various books.

Du Fang flipped through the books casually, and found that most of them were books recording various strange and exotic herbs. He was not interested in these things and then threw them away.

Go look at the jar again.

The unpleasant odor on my body made my head hurt, let alone others.

Du Fang didn't dare to think about himself walking on the street and being looked at with disgust.

He tossed around and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a huge bronze tripod. The tripod was only one foot high, had no lid, and was full of dust.

You can tell at first glance that it is very old.

A strange thought flashed through Du Fang's mind. This alchemy furnace had never been used, which meant that this sloppy alchemist had not made any elixirs for a long time.

He was a little scared and a little confused.

Obviously, this person also knew that he had a close relationship with the immortals. He asked him to wait for him here. Was he, like the three clans in Jinghai, also coveting his body?

Then coming back to help him refine the transformation pill is just empty talk.

Du Fang felt a little scared and wanted to leave, but he didn't dare to.

I also want to grab something before leaving.

Looking at the bottom of the alchemy furnace, there were two lumps together. Du Fang's eyes suddenly lit up. There must be some refined pills underneath.

Du Fang's hand immediately reached in.

No pills!

But he touched an oilcloth bag.

He couldn't wait to open them. The two books were made of some thin cover, but when he opened them, he found that the words on them were very dense. He looked for a long time but couldn't recognize what they were.

But the words on the cover were clear and in standard seal script:

One book on alchemy and one book on Taoist canon.

It must be a good thing, so Du Fang immediately stuffed it into his arms. After that, he took it out hesitantly and put it back to its original place. This was indeed a bit like stealing.

The spider demon was right to curse.

He is a petty thief who specializes in stealing other people's things.

A thought suddenly crossed Du Fang's mind: "This old man kept me here and smeared this stinking liquid on me. He must have bad intentions. He wants to keep my secret for himself."

Thinking of this, Du Fang smiled, took out the two sheepskin books again with a righteous look, and stuffed them into his arms.

Once he got over the psychological barrier, he planned to slip away.

We’ll talk about the transformation pill later.

Anyway, the spider monster can eat dozens of them, so they are definitely not rare.

Du Fang hurriedly opened the door, head bowed. Suddenly, his toes stepped on something very soft, giving him a start.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

This feeling was so familiar. Those poisonous soft-bodied insects in the mountain swamps had the same feeling. By now, he had already formed a conditioned reflex.

"damn it……"

As soon as the curse word came out, Du Fang's eyes suddenly froze completely. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "You...you..."

His lips began to tremble and become knotted.

Standing in front of the door was a pale, bloodless, beautiful, and quiet female face.

She has a thin and straight nose, charming peach blossom eyes, fine eyebrows and light makeup.

——There is no beauty more beautiful than anyone else in the world, and a beauty is one that pleases the eyes.

A poem describing a beautiful woman suddenly flashed through Du Fang's mind.