Chapter 7 Waste!

With the appearance of the faint light, Su Ming clearly felt a huge warm current emerging from his chest and spread rapidly along his body. In a blink of an eye, it filled his whole body. At the same time, it merged with the coolness of the oolong saliva and penetrated into his blood.

A crisp roar suddenly came out of Su Ming's body. In the violent trembling of his cross-legged body, the fourth blood line condensed out.

At the same time, a large amount of black dirt leaked from the pores of Su Ming's whole body, and a fishy smell spread, but it gradually dissipated as soon as it was blown by the mountain wind.

Three blood vessels can step into the first level of the blood clotting realm. Now Su Ming has successfully become the first layer of the blood clotting realm!

But he always closed his eyes and had no trace of waking up. With the passage of time, the blood line on Su Ming's body finally solidified on the fourth one.

Until the next morning, when the little monkey smelled his right paw and ran from a distance with a proud expression, he looked at Su Ming, who was covered with black dirt. He was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and circled Su Ming several times.

Although it has opened its intelligence, it doesn't know what happened at this moment. It is very curious to approach a few steps and wants to pat it with its claws.

But just as its claws were about to touch Su Ming, the faint light on Su Ming's body flashed violently again, reaching the extreme in a blink of an eye, making the faint light permeate Su Ming's whole body. Under the little monkey's stunned mouth, it saw Su Ming's body with its own eyes and disappeared in an instant

Looking at the little monkey, Su Ming was swallowed up by the faint light. This scene immediately opened his eyes and made a harsh hiss. The red shadow flashed to the place where Su Ming disappeared. He looked for it crazily, but in the end, he got nothing. He was stunned and motionless.

Su Ming didn't know where he was. At this moment, he looked around confusedly. It was shrouded in a white fog. He couldn't see too far, and could only faintly see a mountain in front of him.

He has just woken up now. He remembers that he was on Oolong Mountain before, but he can't figure out why he is here now.

His eyes slowly condensed vigilance. First, he looked down at his chest, and immediately his heart thumped. There were no strange black fragments in his chest.

"It's gone..." Su Ming was shocked. He looked around again, and then slowly stood up, with a gloomy look and cautious, towards the mountain peak covered by the fog in front of him.

The mountain peak was not far away. It seemed that it didn't take long for Su Ming to stand under the peak. Looking up, he took a breath.

This is indeed a mountain peak, but there is no vegetation on it, but it seems to be flattened in the bareness, and many totems are carved on it, including mountains and rivers, strange beasts, and the sky... There are also some handwriting that Su Ming has never seen before, full of a primitive feeling, like a wild myth.

It was almost the moment when Su Ming saw the carving of the mountain, and a roar echoed, but when he saw the mountain from the middle of the mountain, there was a gap, like an invisible force cutting and opening the mountain.

The gap was so narrow that there was no end in it, and it was placed at Su Ming's feet.

Su Ming hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth in hesitation. Since he came here, he didn't know how to get out now. He didn't even know where it was. At present, there was a way ahead, and he had to go down.

In his heart, he vaguely felt that this place should be related to the black fragments, because he clearly remembered the magnificent warm current emitted by the fragments before.

Walking into the mountain along the narrow gap, Su Ming felt that he had walked for a long time, and the road ahead slowly expanded a lot. On the surrounding walls, there was also a strange sculpture. Su Ming couldn't understand. Those carvings were painted with herbs, and some ** people with their bodies were more strange. In the cauldron, it looks like playing with those herbs.

Looking at these carvings, until a door appeared at the end of Su Ming's eyes. Outside the door, Su Ming stopped.

There are also carvings on the door, with a total of five herbal patterns, irregular threads, emitting a faint light familiar to Su Ming, surrounding the five herbal patterns, in a round shape, permeating the door.

In the center of this door, there are still fifteen small sunken holes, which seem to be able to put something in a circle.

Su Ming frowned, looked at the door carefully, looked around again, and then looked at the five herbs on the door.

"This is... iron core core, yes, it's iron core core."

"This is... like a happy leaf, and like Ziling grass..."

"And this is the night branch! I often collect this thing.

"What is this... very familiar..."

"I haven't seen the last one..." Su Ming recognized it for a while and hesitated. He didn't know if he wanted to push the door forward to see if he could push it open.

But when he hesitated, he saw the round line surrounded by five herbs on the stone door, which turned in an instant, and the faint light flashed violently. In Su Ming's stunned, the faint light emerged from the door and went straight to Su Ming.

The faint light was so fast that Su Ming could not dodge at all, but when he saw the faint light flash, he enveloped Su Ming in it.

At the same time, Su Ming's mind immediately had a large number of memories that did not belong to him. Those memories were like pictures, as if they were forcibly poured into the faint light, making Su Ming's head uncomfortable.

In those pictures, there is an illusory figure, similar to those scenes on the carvings. He throws herbs into a strange cauldron. His movements are extremely skilled. Every time he throws it out, he will put it in his nose to smell it, and he looks even more solemn. Sometimes when he raises his right hand, a flame comes out of The pot is covered.

The process is extremely complicated, and even the strength of the flame is under control. Su Ming has never seen this scene. In the tribe, it will not be so troublesome. Most of the herbs are eaten directly, at most of which is, pounded into juice and stirred with other herbs to increase the effect.

He unconsciously immersed himself in the memory of this scene until after a long time, the illusory shadow patted the cauldron with his right hand.

Immediately, the flame outside the pot dissipated in an instant. The man opened the strange lid of the pot, and Su Ming immediately saw that there were three cyan round things the size of nail covers in the big pot.

Although it was just an extra memory picture in his mind, Su Ming faintly seemed to smell a fragrance of medicine on his face, and he stared at the three round things. His whole body was completely stunned like a thunder bombardment.

He refined herbs since he was a child, and he could see their quality at a glance. In his eyes, this round thing he had never seen was unimaginable.

The faint light around his body dissipated at this moment and calmed down in the door, making the countless circular lines on the door still.

At the moment when the faint light left, Su Ming's eyes were full of flowers, and his whole body seemed to be moved by a strange force. When his eyes were clear, a red shadow rushed over with a cry of surprise.

The red shadow is the little monkey. It is jumping around on Su Ming at this moment. Su Ming's disappearance before made it very afraid. At this moment, when he saw Su Ming come back, he was suddenly in high spirits.

Su Ming was stunned and immediately looked around. He found that after returning to the stone platform on the Oolong Mountain, he suddenly lowered his head and saw his chest. The fragments that had disappeared before were still there.

"All this must have something to do with this thing. Maybe when I reached the first layer of the blood clot, I touched this thing, so what happened before... Look at Xiao Hong's appearance, I was not like a dream before, but the whole body really entered that place... What is the origin of this thing... Why did it appear in Here..." Su Ming couldn't help thinking of the extra memories in his mind.

"The quenching method... medicine stone..." For a long time, Su Ming murmured the names described by the refining methods in the scene he had seen before.

"Qingchen San..." This is the name of the medicine stone, which is also in Su Ming's memory now.

Su Ming whispered, and the carved pattern on the door appeared in his heart. Gradually, his eyes showed a bright light. Although he did not know exactly where it was, it was obvious that the so-called quenching aroused his great interest.

In his opinion, the barbarian's practice is inseparable from those herbs that supplement qi and blood. They need to take a lot of food to make themselves stronger and stronger. Then this so-called quenching may be of great help to his practice.

"I have never seen such a round medicine stone in the tribe, not even in Grandpa's place, otherwise I must be able to see it... It's just that this round medicine stone looks good, but I don't know how it will work after it is really refined."

"Then the next step is to find those five herbs... Xiaohong, have you seen these two herbs?" After Su Ming made up his mind, he immediately summoned Xiaohong to come over, picked up the stone, drew it on the ground in front of it, drew all the two uncertain herbs, and looked at Xiaohong expectantly.

Xiaohong looked at his teeth for a long time and nodded.

Su Ming was in high spirits and walked a few laps on this stone platform, thinking quickly in his mind.

"Herbals can be found, but the process of refining such a medicinal stone is extremely complicated... It even needs fire... to cook like cooking... It's very interesting." After thinking about it carefully, Su Ming frowned.

He remembered that the cauldron was very unusual, which was different from the one cooked in the tribe. When he looked for the memory in his mind, he knew that the quenched pot had a strange name, called the barren tripod.

"The pot in the tribe should not work... and it needs fire..." Su Ming muttered and looked up suddenly, with bright eyes, looking at a distant peak in the five peaks of Wulong Mountain in the distance.

The color of the mountain is brown, and sometimes thick smoke comes out.

Ask for touch, ask for all kinds of touch~~~

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