Chapter 19 Innate Ancient Diagram

"Anyway, it's not a good thing..." Rong Hui snorted deeply, walked to the bow, turned over the "three-flower ancient artifact", handed it to Rong Xue, sank his face and looked at the sky, and slowly said, "This is not only an ancient artifact, but also a bronze ancient artifact before the 'three generations'. It is said that the refining process at that time was limited, and it often took hundreds of thousands of people to cast a copperware. The cast copperware is not anyone's, so it is called a national weapon. Nowadays, any one is a symbol of status, and only the royal family deserves collection, which can be called a priceless treasure..."

Ling Xiao knew that the matter was important and waved back to Hongxiu and others in the distance. Rong Xue took the "Three Flowers Ancient Instruments" in her palm and only felt a wild atmosphere, which directly invaded her heart. After a little measurement, it was indeed copper. I couldn't help opening my eyes and asking, "Is this bronze?" But why is it a golden texture..."

"This is the most critical step in the ancient refining method, the sacrificial weapon..." Rong Hui stared at the sky and slowly said, "Whenever the magic weapon is completed, the casting master will send people to the captured monster and stab the magic weapon into the monster Yao Dan. Beast blood is quenched into copper and will show different colors. And the soul of the monster will also be sealed into the magic weapon and become the spirit. After the monsters on the Central Plains were killed, the ancient method was lost. However, I heard that in the sea of Dongying, there are still people who use this method of sacrificial weapons, but they are no longer half-baked bronze ware, and the effect is much worse. And our common 'treasure refining and gathering spirits' is also a method, and there are still faint ancient relics..."

Rong Xue also heard this allusion and asked tentatively, "So, this is a... ancient treasure?" In addition to the vast and vicissitudes of life, there is also a vast chaos. Xuanhuang is not divided, which is awe-inspiring. After confirming it again, I couldn't help but doubt: "I have seen a lot of bronze ancient treasures on Shu Mountain..."

She slightly straightened her mind and explained carefully: "Gu Bao is not trying to show the benefits of gold and stone, but in spirituality. It looks like a rusty bronze sword, with a gentle wave, can change the wind and clouds, lightning and thunder. Even in the hands of a mortal, he can also compete with monks. Those old guys cherished the land and soaked them in the 'spirit pool' to refine. It is said that the longer it takes, the greater the power..." After a pause, he asked Rong Hui: "Those ancient treasures are all shocking, but none of them are like this..."

"If this is just a call for Lei Gubao, it is not enough to make the Dongying people succeed..." Rong Hui's heart was surging, looked at the sky and said slowly: "What the ancient monks are good at is not the method of immortality. But they moved mountains and rivers to cleanse the deeds of demons, but they are out of reach of today's people. From the skills circulating today, it can still be seen..." He took a deep breath and said word by word, "If Bixia's guess is not wrong with my judgment, then this 'three-flower ancient artifact' should be a 'divination secret weapon' in the hands of the ancient great monk."

"Divination?" Rong Xue was stunned and asked tentatively, "Is it the kind of magic weapon used by fortune tellers on the street?"

"Yes, that's also one of the 'divination weapon', but it is not enough to push the way of heaven and understand people..." Rong Hui took a deep breath, suppressed his mind, and then said, "To be precise, this 'three-flower ancient weapon' should be one of a set of divination tools. The key is the trace of Hongmeng inside. Bixia said that it was the key to open the door of 'Taishijing'. Only when you come into contact with Hongmeng is you qualified to ask 'the beginning'..."

Rong Xue was moved and stared at the magic weapon in her hand and took a deep breath: "The spirit of Hongmeng? If you integrate into the magic weapon, can't you exercise the 'Hongmeng spiritual treasure'?

Ling Xiao remembered "Huai Bi's sin" and asked: "The money is not white. Since it is known, what should I do if it attracts those old monsters..."

"Don't worry..." Rong Hui smiled: "This 'hongmeng' is less pitiful and not enough to sacrifice magic weapons. The cultivation is higher than our old monster, and naturally has a set of cultivation methods. If you meet us, you may be able to hold the sheep. But if they want to deliberately take action, this hexagram is not enough... However, if 16 hexagrams are collected, it may be able to sacrifice a 'Hongmeng spiritual treasure'..."

"16 pieces?" Ling Xiao heard the key and asked with wide eyes, "How do you know it's 16..."

"It's what Bixia said..." Rong Hui told the truth: "Connate ancient hexagrams, a total of '16 hexagrams', half of which are 'visible hexagrams' and half 'hid hexagrams', which are unacceptable for the universe and is not allowed by creation... And what we have in our hands should be a hidden trigram. I don't know what news the boy of the Gongsun family got. Which ancient tomb did it come from... Bixia advised us to refine a hundred. What do you think?

"Then refine..." Ling Xiao nodded in agreement and asked, "Who will come?"

"My spiritual body is condensed by faith, and I don't have to worry about pushing the door of the beginning. Although this 'Hongmeng's spirit' is precious, it's just the icing on the cake..." Rong Xue weighed it slightly and asked the two: "Hongmeng is chaotic, heavy is water, and light is Qi. One water and one fire, it's up to you..." He handed the hexagram to Rong Hui again.

Rong Hui was full of doubts: "After the so-called '16 hexagrams', there must be a great secret hidden... Bixia, you must know something else. You have to ask her some other day..." Although she was curious, she was not in the mood to care about other people's business. She handed it to Ling Xiao and said, "You have a lot of poison in your body, and you should be able to absorb this to the greatest extent. Silk 'Hongmeng Qi', you'd better come... If you have this breath in your body, you won't be afraid of the poison..."

Ling Xiao feels that this 'silk spirit' is too little, and it may not be of any substantial use. Most of them can only correct the 'way' and let the enlighteneds take fewer detours. Seeing that the two were sincere to each other, they shook their heads and refused: "Brother, you are also stuck in the 'cultivation barrier'. Let's refine together!"

Rong Hui felt it was feasible and nodded and agreed. Seeing that Lingxiao was fine, Rong Xue exchanged a few more words and returned to her ship. Ling Xiao didn't want to dream a long night, so he invited Rong Hui to go to the ship's quiet room to refine while the iron was hot.

The quiet room is located at the bottom of the bridge, above the "dragon", which is a ball cast by deep-sea basal crystals. Rong Hui opened the hatch in the captain's room and jumped in. In the five-foot thick pipe, it became colder and colder. When I got to the center of the ball, my whole body was excited and took a breath of cold air.

He contemplated and saw the cold light flowing around him. He couldn't help sighing: "If you practice in this kind of quiet room, you don't have to worry about 'falling into the devil'. Unexpectedly, although the 'sparrow' is small, it not only has all the internal organs, but also tastes good..." Looking up and seeing Lingxiao stepping on the clouds, he happily suggested: "Take out that ten-year-old clam, and we will hide in the clam shell to refine it. Inscapable of making any big noise and causing some unnecessary trouble.

Ling Xiao felt reasonable and turned his hand to hold out a golden tower. A little bit above the tower door, a glow swings at the end of the finger, and a large clam shell emerges in the halo, about a square, with a large room. The two jumped in together, and the clam shell then closed and floated in the center of the ball without any movement.