Chapter 125 Conversation

However, Yang Huang still loves this copper house. Although Yang Huang now does not know the function of the copper house, when he enters the house and sees the copper furnace like a pillar in the copper house, he can almost be sure that even if the copper house is not an alchemy furnace, it is definitely not far away.

Now it is comparable to in the real world. If Yang Huang gets such a treasure in the real world, although he will feel happy, it is definitely less than one-tenth of what it is now. In the real world, he must step by step with his feet to become more firm and stronger. Even if the elixir is refined in batches, he will never take it in large quantities.

It's as if he was going to break through the virtual world this time, when Murong took out his pearls. If Murong didn't explain that this condensing bead does not need to be taken, it only needs to be supplemented by the condensed breath in it, Yang Huang would never use it.

is a three-point poison, especially a cultivation elixir mixed with so many precious medicinal materials. If you are a mortal and devour a three-pair elixir refined by the practitioners, not only will you not get any benefits, but you will immediately die. This is not a strong medicine that makes people alive and death. But the impurities contained in it poison ordinary people alive.

Compared with the two, the good and bad are obvious. Whether it is good or bad to devour the elixir, you really need to calculate it carefully! Unless it is the elixir refined by those divine powers, each of these elixirs has experienced tens of thousands of years of life. He even has wisdom and can practice by himself.

The higher their cultivation, the cleaner the impurities in their bodies will be removed. If you can get such a grain to eat, it will really be a step to the sky. However, don't forget their names, the elixir. If they can hook up with God, they have been the power of the lower gods since they have wisdom.

I want to pay attention to them. I'm sorry, but I want to ask myself if I'm qualified first!

But if you are in this fantasy, it's another matter. This fantasy is almost independently supported by Yang Huang's memory, who has advantages that others can't compare with. First of all, luck, and secondly, Yang Huang doesn't have to worry that his body will affect his future practice by taking too much elixirs.

After this fantasy, Yang Huang never thought that he would become a god or something. As long as he seizes all possibilities and improves his cultivation beyond the line of the confused emperor, it is enough.

"Okay, okay!" While Yang Huang was thinking, Changyun had come in happily. In his gods, he followed hundreds of servants, each holding a wooden box in his hand. Without opening, the unique fragrance of medicinal herbs has penetrated out.

Sure enough, I only heard Chang Yun smile: "The master is so awesome that he seems to have touched my library at all. On the list you made, you can find every taste of medicinal herbs in my warehouse. There are 99 kinds in total, all of which are here!" Changyun's voice fell, and the servants opened the wooden box in their hands. In those wooden boxes, they are divided into grids, each with a certain amount of medicinal herbs.

I only heard Changyun explain: "Each of the medicinal materials put in each of them is money, or two as a unit. When you take it, you just need to look at the box labeling. There is no need to weigh it again, which can save a lot of time!"

"Nice, good!" Yang Huang also lit up and nodded repeatedly: "You have the heart to let them put the medicinal materials here. Then stay around and don't let anyone disturb you. This time, we will be closed for at least a month or more than half ayear.

"So long?" Changyun frowned: "Then do I have to inform my servants to prepare for meals every day?" Changyun also has a certain understanding of practitioners and knows that not all practitioners can go on a hunger strike. On the contrary, most practitioners have to eat and sleep like ordinary people, but it takes relatively little time.

"No!" Yang Huang glanced at these elixirs: "These herbs are enough. I will refine the valley elixir for you, and there will be no problem to support them for a year and a half!" After saying that, Yang Huang sighed leisurely: "On the contrary, the soldiers are in chaos now. Let your eyes pay attention to the situation outside the city at all times. If soldiers come in, you still need to wake us up!"

Changyun naturally obeyed Yang Huang's arrangement and followed it one by one. It's just that his family business is too big. After discussing the arrangements with several housekeepers, it will be night. When Changyun returned to the copper house, he found that Fengxiang, Zhou Fatty and Zhao Bai had all settled down.

Fortunately, Yang Huang still filled the elixir into the elixir next to the alchemy furnace. Otherwise, Changyun returned to the copper house and found that all four people were settled and lost him alone. I'm afraid that he really wanted to cry without tears.

"Master!" Changyun took a deep breath and stabilized his mood. Then he walked to Yang Huang and greeted him respectfully.

"Hmm!" Yang Huang answered casually, without raising his head, but stared at the flame in front of him. Changyun saw Yang Huang thinking and did not dare to disturb him. He just stood aside respectfully. This young man and an old man just sat and stood for half an hour until the traditional Chinese medicine in the furnace was cracked and made a crackling sound, which woke Yang Huang up.

Yang Huang rubbed his sore neck. As soon as he looked up, he saw the long cloud beside him like a stake, so he smiled and asked, "How long has it been?"

Changyun twitched the corners of his mouth. Yang Huang didn't hear his greeting at all, but he didn't dare to show it. He just casually dealt with his arrival and didn't dare to disturb him when he saw that the master was meditating.

Yang Huang didn't say anything, but nodded with a smile. Every time he saw the long clouds standing in front of him, Yang Huang felt that he could not laugh or cry. This fantasy of the virtual world is really too seductive. In it, you are like a creator. As long as you think about everything, he can help you achieve it one by one. And the realization is reasonable, so that you even feel that this is your own efforts, not the illusion created by the illusion.

Just like Yang Huang missed Xianghan and Murong Yuer before. When Yang Huang thought of the two of them, they did not appear in front of him immediately, but "accid to" meet them when he went to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone. This is the brilliance of the fantasy. If Yang Huang thinks of these two beauties, they will immediately appear in front of Yang Huang and hug him, which will inevitably make Yang Huang feel unreal and unacceptable.

But with such a long foundation, and when Yang Huang was about to be discouraged, he suddenly met, which inevitably reminds people of the word fate.

"I'll ask you!" Yang Huang pointed to the futon next to him and motioned Changyun to sit down, and then continued to say, "I heard that you have been practicing since you were 20 years old. Can you tell me why you practice?"

Although Changyun was eager to practice at the age of 20, it was just a scene woven into a fantasy. For Yang Huang, it was just a synonym, but for Changyun, it had a complete past. So Yang Huang wants to know why Changyun is so persistent in cultivation.

In Yang Huang's opinion, every character here is nothing more than a fantasy with a leather bag. Although their appearance was intercepted from Yang Huang's memory. But the souls under the skin are all shaped by the illusion. Talking to them is actually a communication with the fantasy.

Without waiting for Changyun to answer, Yang Huang continued to ask, "Don't tell me that you are for long life. You were only 20 years old at that time, and it was the time when you were proud and in spirit. How can you start thinking about what's going on?" Yang Huang's words blocked what Changyun was going to say.

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Huang finished speaking, Changyun was stunned on the spot. Sometimes I frowned, and sometimes showed a thoughtful expression. After a lot of incense, I said, "Actually, I practice to build an immortal country, eternal divine realm!"

Okay, Yang Huang's eyes flashed a strange look. This was the conversation between him and Xuan Ying in the sea of knowledge opened up by immortal seeds, and it was also a goal set up by Yang Huang for himself. Unexpectedly, at this time, the fantasy actually said this sentence through the long clouds.

"What?" Yang Huang pretended to be surprised and said, "It's really rare! Do you know that your ideals as a teacher are exactly the same!" While talking, Yang Huang stood up and walked leisurely and said, "Is this God's will? When your longevity is coming to an end, heaven will arrange for you and me to meet and become masters and apprentices. Now even our ideals are exactly the same. In this way, you and I will definitely work together and strive for our common ideals in the future!"

"That's natural!" Changyun's face also showed a trace of surprise. He quickly bent down and saluted Yang Huang, "The disciples will always stand on the side of the master, and they will go through fire and water for the sake of the master's great cause!"

"It's not just for me!" Yang Huang said angrily, "It's also for yourself. Since you and I are apostles, we are both honor and disgrace. How can you give anything for me? Remember that what you and I do is naturally for you and me!" Yang Huang's words are very tongue-twisted, but the effect is naturally surprisingly good.

Hearing the long cloud's excited and inexplicable look, he kept nodding, "Yes, yes, our master and apprentice are one of honor and disgrace, and no one can alienate you and me!"

"Okay!" Seeing that the effect he needed had been achieved, Yang Huang smiled meaningfully and then turned around and took out a few dragon-sized elixirs from the wooden box beside him and put them in Changyun's hand: "Although you call me a master, you are not as good as a teacher. With my current cultivation, I can't tutor you anymore. But you don't have to worry. I can break through and enter the realm of Dharma in as little as three days and as seven days, and then I can help you practice together. Take these three Pigu Dan first and stay by Fengxiang's side. If you see any of them wake up, take them!"

"It's a master. If I protect you, don't worry!" Hearing that he could not practice yet, Changyun inevitably felt a trace of depression in his heart, but after hearing Yang Huang's promise, he agreed with a smile.