Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 16 A glass of wine enters the throat and the air becomes turbid

The art of transforming pills is a skill that Wu Meng finds very magical. All kinds of finished medicines will be transformed into pill shapes after being processed by it.

It looks exactly like the various types of elixirs refined by the legendary immortals.

The most important thing is that after Wu Meng's comparison, the best carrier for using this skill is really the tripod-shaped alchemy furnace.

This had to make him think too much.

I'm afraid there really are immortals in this world.

According to legend, immortals are powerful beings who can soar in the clouds and mist, drive water and draw fire, and fly swords to bring down heads. No matter how powerful the warriors are, it is difficult for them to resist in the face of these methods.

When it comes to finding immortals, you must be patient and cautious.

Wu Meng set the tone for himself on this issue.

In the south of the Yangtze River, there is a pavilion surrounded by streams and carps jumping in the water.

Xiao Minghuang was playing with a wooden box in his hand.

The box is just ordinary wood, simply painted and rough in workmanship.

There are three round and plump milky white pills in the box.

Xiao Minghuang carefully picked up one and peeled off the wax seal. The inside was oily and translucent in color, like mutton fat, with a faint medicinal fragrance floating around.

"Wu Meng sent it, saying it was the best spiritual nourishing ointment. How did he tinker with the paste into this shape..."

Xiao Minghuang clicked his tongue in surprise.

Song Moping rested his head on his hands and lay flat on the vermilion bench. Hearing this, the tip of his nose moved: "It smells right, it's the medicinal fragrance of Yunling Ointment."

"Of course you can't be wrong, but I've never heard of the best appearance."

"Then what did he say in the letter?"

"I don't know what to say, this guy is trying to get along with us!"

Xiao Minghuang smiled and followed the process in Wu Mengxin's letter.

First, he took a cup of pure water formed by condensation of water vapor and put the pills that had been sealed with wax into it.

A miraculous scene appeared.

The originally solid pills seemed to turn into a wisp of gauze, blooming in the water like a lotus flower.

In the blink of an eye, the full cup of water turned into gel, and the aroma of the medicine spread out ten times and a hundred times more than before.

"What a strong fragrance! Did you knock over the medicine jar?" Song Moping, who was admiring the lake, turned his head in shock.

Xiao Minghuang witnessed the whole process and was even more shocked and speechless.

After a long while, he said excitedly: "Hurry up and try it, Brother Meng seems to have made something incredible!"

Yun Ling Ointment is used externally and is the best elixir in the world for treating muscle and bone injuries.

Song Moping used a bamboo stick to pick out a piece of ointment as big as a fingernail.

He sniffed it first, looking intoxicated, and then lifted up the clothes on his left shoulder to apply the medicine.

Here, in a previous fight, he was hit by a sword. The wounds on the flesh have long since been completely healed, but a trace of dark energy still remains.

It can't be driven away, like it's stuck in the throat.

Before this, he had used three bottles of Yunling Ointment of various qualities, but unfortunately there was no improvement.

Song Moping applied the top quality Yunling Cream carefully.

After feeling it for a moment, a look of shock appeared on his face.

"How do you feel? Tell me quickly." Xiao Minghuang urged.

Song Moping looked at the cup full of plaster again and said dumbfounded: "It's incredible! Try it yourself, wait a minute!"

Song Moping looked around: "Go back and try again. If this thing gets spread accidentally, the three of us will be in big trouble."

Jueshan Palace.

Wu Meng didn't know how much shock the plaster he sent had to Xiao Minghuang.

His initial idea was simple.

Xiao Minghuang's congenital disease has always left a "tail" that cannot be driven away, and the top-quality Yunling Cream may be helpful.

Of course, it's not like he hasn't considered safety issues.

The elixir and the letter were sent separately and through different channels, making it difficult to trace them back.

Even if the secret is really leaked, the worst possible outcome is to use the disguise technique to leave Jueshan Palace and find a place with beautiful scenery to practice cultivation. After all, compared to the improvement of muscles and bones, and even the secret of the Yin-Yang Diagram, the best Yunling Cream is really insignificant.

Wu Meng was willing to take this risk in order to repay the second prince's favor for many years.

The white horse passes through the gap.

Two years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

A group of people retreated from the world, and countless new talents sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

In the restaurant, the storyteller stood at the head of the table and talked eloquently.

"Among the new generation of heroes, there are five who are the best, and others can only keep up with them."

"That's such a big statement! Come on, if you don't have the Fengqianjian in your list, I will destroy you!"

The restaurant was like a pot exploding, and similar words kept coming.

There are many heroes in the world who are arrogant, but this does not mean that there is no "star chasing" phenomenon.

Everyone has his own idol in his heart.

This is not only a conversation piece after a meal, but also a benchmark for martial arts.

If you want to give a recognized list, you must have an irrefutable record to silence all those who are dissatisfied.

The old storyteller smiled.

"These five people are Liang Yousheng, the 'Winner' from the east, Qiu Feng, the 'Ghost Scorpion' from the West Desert, and 'Xingtian Sword', 'Fuluzi', and 'Ming Huangxian' from the south of the Yangtze River."

The hall became noisy again, and some dissatisfied people drew their swords and prepared to kill people.

They were not joking.

"Three days ago, our friends in the Lotus Pond were defeated by the Fu crucian carp in three moves with the Wind Sword. This is one of them..."

The storyteller laid out several recent battles in the arena.

The pattern is exactly as he said.

After listening to it, some people cursed it, some people yearned for it, and some people quietly changed their idols.

But there are no more troublemakers.

Wu Meng sat in a corner of the second floor, looking at the lake downstairs, leisurely tasting a table of delicious food.

After listening to the whole process, he just smiled slightly.

Almost five years.

Xiao Minghuang and Song Moping not only have second-rate top-notch abilities, they are also famous all over the world.

If it were the three brothers who came down the mountain back then, what would they be like now?

It is impossible for Wu Meng not to be envious.

Indulging in the world and rejoicing in grudges is the dream of every warrior.

But he didn't regret it at all.

He has his own way.

Wu Meng finally poured a cup of wine, which was so hot that it entered his throat. As soon as it fell into his stomach, a stream of pure Qi swirled up, disappearing the alcohol.

Wu Meng put down the money, got up and left.

The last level is to practice strength, the second level is to gather Qi, the first level is to penetrate the body, and the heavenly realm becomes Gang.

This is the footnote left by Wang Shisong in the book.

At the age of seventeen, Wu Meng gathered a trace of thunder energy and entered the lowest stream. It took him nearly five years to gather his true energy and break through to the second stream before he was twenty-two years old.

If the one year of delay in the middle is excluded, the breakthrough took less than four years.

what is this concept?

The vast majority of warriors are stuck in the bottom stream for their whole lives. Those with excellent qualifications will break through in ten years, and those with excellent qualifications will be in five to eight years.

Wu Meng's physical and mental aptitude is beyond excellent, perhaps it can only be described as a once-in-a-hundred-year experience.

Of course, now, Wu Meng has a clear conclusion about Song Moping's qualifications.

Xiao Minghuang, on the other hand, benefited from the early training time and sufficient resources of the royal disciples, and his level was not bad, but in terms of talent, he could not compare with the two.

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(End of this chapter)