Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 517 Second Senior Brother's Eyesight and Opinion

Under the stares of Zheng Anben and others who were almost stupefied in surprise, Lu Qingli continued to move forward, and came to a piece of emerald green spiritual grass, took out the spiritual gold and played the alchemy formula.

"Wait, that's..." Zheng Anben subconsciously shouted again.

"I know, I know, Huisheng Tianqinglan, a sixth-grade spiritual grass, warm in nature and cold in nature, and two types of water and wood, we all know it, so you don't need to say more." Before he finished speaking, Wen Ruyu interrupted impatiently .

Zheng Anben opened his mouth in surprise and looked at him with strange eyes.

Compared with the previous blood spirit nightshade, although the Huisheng Tianqinglan is of higher grade, it is more common, so more people recognize it, and it is not surprising that Wen Ruyu recognizes it.

But Zheng Anben felt a little unbelievable that he actually knew that Huisheng Tianqinglan was from the two elements of water and wood.

You must know that although spirit grass has the properties of the five elements, it only determines its growth environment and has nothing to do with the properties of the medicine. Alchemy only needs to consider the properties of the medicine, and usually does not need to consider the properties of the five elements, so most alchemy in this world only know the pharmacology of the spirit grass Medicinal properties, but they don't know anything about its five elements.

Wen Ruyu's opinion not only surpassed that of ordinary monks, it was obviously much stronger than most alchemy cultivators.

Who said that the Supreme Dao Sect is not the sect of alchemy and immortality, so they don't know anything about spiritual grass?As a Danxiu, Lu Qingli didn't mention it, why this Wen Ruyu is so familiar with spiritual grass, as if she is more familiar than herself.

Surprised, Zheng Anben gradually put away his contempt for Supreme Daozong, and swallowed back the words that followed.

At the same time that Wen Ruyu opened his mouth, the two spiritual golds in Lu Qingli's hands had already melted rapidly in the pill fire, and the rich spiritual energy was rippling with green and blue rays, like raindrops.

The familiar scene reappeared, the slender orchid leaves stretched out, and white and delicate flowers bloomed, exuding a fresh fragrance.

Without stopping, Lu Qingli came to a piece of spiritual grass again, the pill shot out, the spiritual gold melted, and the spiritual energy drifted like drizzle...

It was the first time in her life that she used the technique of transforming spirit and spirit into essence. She was a little awkward at the beginning, but she became more and more familiar with it later, and the handprints of the alchemy were getting faster and faster.

Then, in the rippling sea of ​​spirit grass and flowers, a young girl in white clothes changed the alchemy in her hands, and the flying sleeves and cloud clothes danced with the wind, shedding bursts of spiritual rain.That light and graceful figure is like a fairy in the flowers in the legend, which makes people's hearts tremble and cannot be controlled.

At some point, other members of the Zheng clan also rushed over. Seeing the scene in front of them, they were all dumbfounded, and their minds were blank.

They have also seen An Qiuchen, Ye Daoxuan and others perform the art of pill spirit transformation before, but it is not as simple and easy as Lu Qingli, so relaxed and comfortable.

If An Qiuchen or Ye Daoxuan made a move, he would have to rest for at least half an hour every time he used the technique of transforming spirits and spirits, and then it would take another half an hour to carefully prepare the treasures of heaven, material and earth, and it would take at least an hour to make another move It's over.

As for the girl in front of her, one after another, one after another, the spirit gold melted one after another, and the spirit rain continued continuously. The graceful figure walked through the spirit grass, like a stroll in the courtyard.

What kind of alchemy should this be?

Until Lu Qingli made the last handprint and nourished the entire cemetery with the technique of transforming spirit and spirit, they still haven't recovered.

"Are there only these spiritual herbs, and there are no higher-grade ones, such as eighth-rank and ninth-rank?" Wen Ruyu said with some disappointment.

Taking advantage of Lu Qingli's skill, he also carefully looked at the spiritual grass in the garden. The highest one was only seventh rank, and the number was very small. Most of the spiritual grasses were below fifth rank.

Zheng Anben just woke up like a dream.If Lu Qingli and the others had just arrived, he would have dismissed Wen Ruyu's question, or even sneered at it, and would not bother to answer him.

Do you still think the seventh-grade spiritual grass is low?If it wasn't for this cemetery, why don't you find some seventh-grade spiritual grass for me to take a look at?
Not to mention seventh-rank, even fifth-rank spiritual grass, you can't find it just by looking for it.Many Xianmen disciples risked their lives through hard work, but in the end they may not be able to find a fifth-grade spiritual grass.

But after seeing Wen Ruyu's eyesight, especially Lu Qingli's alchemy of transforming essence, Zheng An didn't even bother to think about it.

"Of course there are eighth-rank and ninth-rank ones, but there are not many of them. Please follow me." Zheng Anben said while leading the crowd towards a row of huts in the deepest part of the cemetery.

When he was speaking, there was a polite smile on his face. Not only did he no longer see the slightest bit of boredom, but he clearly showed a little more respect.

A circle of green vines was planted outside the hut, forming the courtyard wall. Judging from the needles that shone with green light, it was obvious that each vine was highly poisonous.

Zheng Anben carefully opened the gate made of vines, and saw five spiritual grasses sparsely planted on the open space in front of the house.

"The Qixia lotus grows in silence, the chalcedony of the water cloud!" Wen Ruyu blurted out.

"Mr. Wen has good eyesight!" Zheng Anben finally praised sincerely.

Previously, the blood spirit nightshade and the reborn sky blue orchid were not high grades, but the four Jisheng Qixialian and one Shuiyun chalcedony in the yard are eighth and ninth grade spirit grasses respectively. It is also called fairy grass by the world.

Not to mention the ordinary Danxiu, even the elders of the Yudan Immortal Sect might not be able to recognize them at a glance.

He couldn't help but admire Wen Ruyu's eyesight.

However, Lu Qingli glanced at Wen Ruyu angrily: Is this what you said you knew nothing about spirit grass?Could you be a little more humble, a little more hypocritical?

In order to coax himself to run away from home with him, he really dared to say anything nonsense.

However, the facts once again proved that it was not a fluke that Second Senior Brother Wen was able to thrive in the land of Jiuzhou these years. Without such good eyesight, relying on a brand of the righteous immortal sect master alone really can't bluff people.

"Old Zheng, these spiritual grasses don't seem to be growing very well." Meng Wenxu was inevitably a little excited when he saw the eighth-rank and ninth-rank spiritual grass for the first time, and he looked at them very carefully.

So it was soon discovered that the branches and leaves of these five spirit grasses were scattered and sluggish, and their vitality was obviously low.

"Although spirit gardens of the eighth and ninth ranks can also be planted in the cemetery, they are not the place of origin after all, so the growth is extremely slow. These few lonely Qixialians may have to wait hundreds of years before they can enter the alchemy. Zhushuiyun chalcedony has been waiting longer, and it will take at least a thousand years to bloom and bear fruit, and I will definitely not wait for that day." Zheng Anben gave a regretful smile and explained.

"Isn't the technique of transforming the essence of spirits also not working?" Meng Wenxu asked puzzledly.

Zheng An was about to speak, but stopped after thinking about it, just shook his head, and continued walking towards the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)