Dajiao blinked his eyes, smiled, estimated the heat, and threw in various spiritual fruits one by one, while muttering:
"It's been three days and three nights, and the heat of this person's pill is particularly important, but fortunately, I have been cooking for so many years, and I have already become familiar with it."
"It's this human race, it's really ruthless, such a junior is willing to use it to practice pills, no wonder we can't fight with them, if it weren't for the dispute of interests and mutual hostility, where would we still have a chance to survive."
Touching the sword mark under the scales that had been faintly painful for three hundred years, a deep and rich fear appeared in the bottom of Dajiao's eyes, and he clenched his hand gently, blooming with a few light green brilliance.
"For more than three hundred years, I have cultivated from the early days of the Purple Mansion to the peak of the Purple Mansion, but this wound has never healed...... Li Jiangqun ......"
The face with crescent patterns on his forehead suddenly appeared in front of Dajiao's eyes, and the turquoise vertical boy shrank abruptly, gritted his teeth and said:
"Fortunately, this person is dead."
Momentarily stunned, Da Jiao hurriedly sent the spirit fruit in his hand into the alchemy furnace, counting the time, a trace of anticipation appeared in his eyes, alchemy was one of his few hobbies, and this elixir would be one of his most outstanding works.
He frowned and waved, and suddenly a pill full of earth yellow flew out of the alchemy furnace.
Dajiao's face was full of disbelief, and he murmured:
"It shouldn't be! It should be snow-white! How could it be like this...... Could it be that the medicinal power is too strong, and it has returned to the basics?!"
There was a doubt in his heart, Da Jiao shook his head awkwardly, took out a silver needle in his hand, and gently scraped it on the surface of the elixir, and the silver needle suddenly emitted a faint light.
"It's broken!"
Dajiao looked annoyed, his heart was full of regret, and he said doubtfully:
"How could this be?! This medicinal power is too shallow! If this elixir is sent out, then the old ghost of Chiwei will have to find me desperately!"
"It's been hundreds of years, how could it be like this!"
Dajiao's vertical boy turned slightly, took out a box of bright white liquid from the storage bag, hooked his fingers, and applied it to the elixir, taking out more than a dozen herbs to mix from time to time, and returning to the furnace to refine for an hour.
When the alchemy furnace was opened again, the glow suddenly shone brightly, and the fragrance filled the room, Dajiao's face was full of anger, and he said to himself:
"Forget it, if you eat to death, you can only make a superficial appearance! Anyway, this old ghost will die if he can't break through, how can he call the master to trouble me, the things are already in hand, let him go!"
So he packed the elixir, jumped out of the pool, and handed it to the monk in green clothes.
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Li Jingshan backyard.
The blue-gray Dharma book was quietly suspended on the stone platform, like a smoky moonlight shrouded in its sides, just like the quiet and peaceful it had been for three years, the mirror surface lit up slightly, and the twelve mantras carved in seal were as bright and dark as breathing.
It can be seen that the Li family has not slackened in the past few years, the daily tributes are changed from time to time, and the incense burner has also been wiped clean.
"Finally succeeded."
Lu Jiangxian finished fusing the mirror fragments, his consciousness swept around, the divine light on the mirror body flashed, and many insights emerged in his heart.
Divine consciousness sank into the mirror, a gray world appeared in front of him, layers of gray mist appeared high in the sky, and below was the earth full of holes and countless decayed gray-white building ruins, pouring crescent-white gravel.
"Jianzhong...... It is a world of its own."
This mirror fragment was prominently attached to this small world with a radius of thousands of miles, and in the middle was a majestic mountain, with countless moon-white building remnants gathered into stars and white spots scattered on the mountain, and the further you went to the foot of the mountain, the more dense it became.
Lu Jiang Immortal's consciousness moved, and the rich moonlight emerged out of thin air, quickly converging at the foot of the mountain, condensing a white-haired man in a robe, with crescent moon patterns tattooed on his cuffs and collar, he moved, and a strong sense of strangeness arose.
Lu Jiangxian quickly condensed a mirror of water and light in front of him, facing this face that had not been seen for decades, a strong sense of loss emerged, the face was still the same face, but the eye sockets were deeper, and there was a shallow scar on the left cheek.
"Who am I?"
The feeling of weightlessness suddenly rushed into his mind, and Lu Jiangxian's consciousness swept across the entire world like a storm.
Stepping over the collapse, he stepped forward along the jade bricks on the mountain, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, he reached the highest platform.
In the middle of the platform was a huge tree with white leaves, intertwined roots, and under it was just a stone table and a stone chair, and a figure was kneeling in the middle.
The man was dressed in white, stepped on brocade silk jade boots, wore a jade crown, had a handsome face, and had a crescent-shaped mark on his eyebrows.
"Lord."
Lu Jiangxian's mind suddenly went blank, and his heart was inexplicably complicated, but he unconsciously spoke and replied:
"Jiang Qun."
The young man in white smiled slightly, Lu Jiangxian had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he dispersed like flying sand in the wind, leaving only a pale white halo to stay in place.
Lu Jiangxian looked at it blankly, and before he knew it, he was already bursting into tears, stretched out his hazy white jade-like arm, took the halo, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he sank into a shallow dream.
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"Li Jiangqun!"
Lu Jiangxian sank into Li Jiangqun's memory as he had done several times before, bowing and standing in the vast and boundless hall, surrounded by smoke-like white moonlight, huge engraved white jade pillars towering on both sides of his sides, supporting this overly huge hall.
His perspective was always staring at the intricate patterns on the jade bricks on the ground, as if he wanted to see a flower.
"Do you know your sin?"
"Disciple, I am guilty!"
Li Jiangqun knelt down gently and raised his head slightly, Lu Jiangxian then saw a person sitting on the white jade seat of the withered dragon and phoenix above, with long white hair falling down and stretching all the way to the bottom of the seat, that face was very familiar, it was Lu Jiangxian himself!
He was only in his twenties when he died suddenly, and he looked like he was in his thirties or forties, with an indifferent expression, looking at Li Jiangqun quietly.
"I will punish you to go out to the south bank, take your clansmen, break through the Purple Mansion and come back!"
"Disciple, accept the guilt!"
Li Jiangqun replied respectfully, and then saw Lu Jiangxian frowning and said softly:
"If you can't correct it in the future, I'm afraid you will die at the hands of your so-called friends."
"I know!"
Li Jiangqun nodded, his eyes were clear and bright, he raised his head and looked at Lu Jiangxian with a smile, and said with a smile:
"In my opinion, it's all the same, if I can't be loyal to my friends, how can I reassure Master? If I, Li Jiangqun, am the hypocrite of that person, the first set and the other the other, Master will not feel free to hand over this kind of thing to me."
Lu Jiangxian, who was at the top of the list, shook his head slightly and said softly:
"Qun'er, this world is never black and white, the murderous villains have loyalty and promise, the vendors of flowery words also have unswerving feelings, the high-ranking immortal cultivators have the evil of slaughter, and the common people who survive also have noble friendships.
Li Jiangqun was stunned, nodded and didn't know if he had listened, but Lu Jiangxian carefully observed himself at the top, wanting to see something familiar from it.
He looked a little lonely at the top, and looked particularly cold against the background of the vast and boundless hall behind him, and said softly:
"I founded Yuehua Yuan Mansion for so many years, look at the people below, some people from the same mansion seem to be in the same breath, intrigues are so lively, I have a lazy temperament, I am not suitable to be the lord of this mansion, I just have to do it."
"The two cultivation levels of the Mansion Lord's Formation Fu are admired all over the world, and there are a few people in the world who are opponents of the Dharma Mirror, but no one has ever dared to think so!"
Li Jiangqun hurriedly bowed his hands, but the world in Lu Jiangxian's eyes was becoming more and more moldy, and this memory was coming to an end.
Everything in front of him slowly faded, Lu Jiangxian stood alone in place, with a gray world beside him.
His mind was in chaos, whether his modern life of more than twenty years was a dream, or whether the lord of the Yuehua Yuan Mansion was a past life in his dream.
He was an optimistic person, and the loneliness he had avoided for decades finally came to his heart.
Raised his fingers slightly, he wanted to enter the backyard of Lijing Mountain through the mirror, but there was a great fear rising in his heart, thunder, lightning, flames, north wind and many other illusions shuttled through his mind, Lu Jiangxian smiled bitterly and murmured:
"Anyway, this prison is much bigger."