Chapter 3 Pharmacopoeia

The green mountains are emerald, and the palace is majestic. The "Yakuge" is located on the mountainside of the largest mountain in Yaogu. Surrounded by clouds, there are several Rui cranes, flying over and hovering in the air, like the spiritual realm of the fairy family, which is admirable.

The Yao Pavilion is like the Xuantian Palace of Xuantian Sect, which is the holy place in the minds of many disciples of Yaozong. At this time, in the place where the patriarch in the Yao Pavilion practiced, Yao Yan was silent after listening to Mengxuan's experience all the way. After sighing for a long time, Mengxuan found that her master was suddenly much older at this moment.

"Mohai also left." The longer people live, the more they miss their past feelings. When they think of the departure of their former close friends one by one, the sadness in their hearts arises. Affected by the drug Yan, Meng Xuan sat quietly next to her and couldn't say anything to comfort her.

"Master." After a long time, Meng Xuan broke the silence and whispered.

Yan Yan sighed in a low voice, and his eyes were a little free. He said, "I'm old. Menger, this time after you went down the mountain, I found that you were worried and talked to the teacher. What's wrong?

Meng Xuan lowered her head and said no. After a long time, she raised her head and looked firmly at Yao Yan and said, "Master, I want to learn another part of the 'pharmaceutical book'."

The three sects have their own secrets of Zhenzong. Xuantianzong is of course Xuantian's Secret, and Yaozong is the Pharmacopoeia. Yaozong is famous for his medical skills, but the founder of Yaozong is a killer who scares people all over the world. However, in his later years, he suddenly woke up and summed up the killing technique of his life. On the contrary, he actually used the killing technique to practice medicine in the world, and finally soared in Yao Valley, leaving the Pharmacopoeia and Yaozong.

Later, the Pharmacopoeia was perfected by generations of patriarchs, and the pharmacopoeia was roughly divided into two parts, one of which was naturally medical skills, and the other part was the killing technique left by their ancestors. The most terrible thing about Yaozong's killing technique is that they have a good understanding of the key points. As soon as they take action, they will see blood and seal their throats. One move is fatal. There are often rumors in the world that Yaozong's killing technique is more appalling than his medical skills.

Meng Xuan is kind-hearted. When she studied the Pharmacopoeia with Yao Yan, she did not learn another part of the killing technique, but only learned medical skills. However, after so much experience, she doesn't want to be a doctor hiding behind Xiaohong forever, but a doctor who can fight side by side with him.

"Do you want to learn the art of killing?" Yao Yan was stunned. In the past, Meng Xuan had always been very resistant to the art of killing. No matter how Yao Yan persuaded her, she was unwilling to learn. Now he takes the initiative to learn the art of killing, but Yao Yan has a trace of worry.

Mengxuan nodded and said, "Master, you once told me that our medicine sect can have today, and the killing technique left by our ancestors has a significant role. Otherwise, we are just doctors who have no power to bind chickens. They have a super-height medical skill, but they are at the mercy of others. This time, Menger experienced a lot and finally realized the good intentions of the master in those years. I don't want to be a doctor who has no power to bind chickens. I want to be a real disciple of medicine. I can't humiliate my master.

"Okay, okay, okay." Yao Yanlian said three good and laughed, "My dream finally understood that it was good. In those years, the ancestral master left the killing technique to protect the long life of Yaozong. The art of killing is the protection of each of our disciples of the Medicine Sect. However, Menger, you must always remember that our Medicine Sect is the gospel of practitioners all over the world. The art of killing is only a weapon for us to protect ourselves. Remember that it is not evil.

Meng Xuan nodded heavily, and the scene of her fighting side by side with Xiaohong came to her mind. She said in her heart, Xiaohong, wait for me. I can only heal you after your injury, but also fight against the enemy with you.

When Meng Xuan changed for Xiaohong, Xiaohong sat in a daze**, his eyes were dull and empty, and he looked down at the ground. All kinds of beautiful pictures in his mind kept flashing, and Xiaohong's hand became tighter and tighter. His body was strong, and his nails fell deeply into the palm of his hand. Blood gradually slipped from his fingers and dyed red and white knuckles.

"Haohao!" Xiaohong closed his eyes in pain, burned with anger, and roared in his heart, "Demon Sect, you destroyed my village and hurt my brother. I will destroy you and destroy the sect."

The extremely angry Xiaohong even twisted his face, very ferocious, and his clenched fist rattled.

Calm, calm, Xiaohong reminded himself in his heart that only strong strength can revenge.

Strength, strength, Xiaohong clenched his fist and suddenly looked up. He had the memory of his previous life, peerless skills and magical powers. As long as he cultivates slowly, he believes that he will one day reach the realm of immortality and avenge the hunter village.

Xiaohong was a decisive person. After knowing the truth about the slaughter in the hunter village and the fact that Ye Hao was brainwashed. He buried all this anger and hatred deep in his heart, until he had the strength, and he would accumulate tens of millions of years like a volcano and exploded in one day.

Xiaohong took a deep breath and looked at the endless void. His anger gradually subsided, and his whole body calmed down. After rubbing his face, the warm smile appeared on his face again, but this time, the hatred hidden under this warm smile was even deeper. Hatred is his own business, and he doesn't want to affect his friends around him.

The residence arranged by Yaozong for Xiaohong has a large courtyard, which is the treatment of an elder in Yaozong, which is specially arranged for him by Meng Xuan, because the former knows that he likes boxing. Xiaohong came to the courtyard, waved his hand, and a huge blood suspended in front of him. This was the blood of the crocodile Yu. Crocodile Yu is a fierce beast in the virtual realm. How terrible the blood contained is. This blood is enough to make Xiaohong accumulate the strength he needs to advance.

However, what made Xiaohong feel regrettable was that he did not get the combat skills of the crocodile Yu and the body of the crocodile Qing. At that time, the strong blow of Mohai, the crocodile Qing did not even have scum left, so he wasted such strong blood in vain.

The red light on the hand flowed, and the suspended huge blood-colored blood cells flowed down two horses. Attracted by the red light in the hand, it slowly integrated into Xiaohong's body. The blood refining spell was launched with all its strength, constantly refining the blood into strength and flowing into the Zhongdantian field. He did not choose to use strength to refine his body. After all, this is the medicine sect. Everyone in the world of cultivation knows that Yaozong has been looking for a way to make practitioners strong without the help of animal power, but almost all of them have given up, except for Meng Xuan and Yao Yan, so Xiaohong does not want to attract their attention.

Under the inner view, there is a trace of yellow inner elixir in the red like a sponge, and the continuous influx of strength is water, and the inner elixir absorbs strength like hunger and thirst. Gradually, there is more and more yellow, and when Neidan completely turns yellow, it is the golden period. However, this seemingly simple step is an invisible foundation. The practitioners from the early to the middle, and from the middle to the late stages is the accumulation of quantity, while the promotion is a qualitative mutation, not the accumulation of quantity can be broken through, which requires understanding.

The practitioners are the perception of heaven and earth, and the fierce beast is the perception of themselves. Like last time, Xiaohong's spiritual heart broke through to the Neidan period is simply great luck. Obviously, there is no such good luck this time.

How huge the blood of the cave virtual realm is. Xiaohong didn't even refine one tenth of it, which made him reach the late period of the inner elixir. However, because there is no refinement of the body, the body is only in the middle of the inner elixir, but it is only a matter of time. Just as Xiaohong was about to collect the remaining blood, the mutiny occurred.