The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 107:104: "Auspicious Cloud Collection", Spiritual Beast (Subscription Request)

Half an hour later,

The back of the mountain.

A bigger bonfire was lit, the firewood burned with a crackling sound, emitting sparks.

Chu Zhou sat by the campfire again, his face looking slightly pale, as if he had lost too much blood, but his expression was calm and composed.

There was a large pot on the campfire, with another pot of medicinal soup simmering, giving off a strong herbal aroma.

Cao Bao, the King of Divine Hammer, has already left. He has accepted Chu Zhou as his new worshiper. He came here just to get to know him again, chat with him for a few words, and make an appointment to meet next time and have a drink together.

It was during the brief conversation that Chu Zhou realized that the leader of the Black Mountain group had put in a lot of effort to establish a bandit name and rules in this green forest.

Especially on the government side, Zhou Wu established connections and spent a lot of favors, which resulted in the stability of the Black Mountain people.

It is worth mentioning that this big boss does have a lot of talents under his command. The eight or nine people he brought with him are some with tough temperament, some with good martial arts, some are good at tracking, some have outstanding martial arts skills, and some are proficient in medicine. Almost everyone has his or her own expertise.

The poison in Yi Huai's body was the antidote that one of them picked out from a bunch of bottles and jars he had collected from the Headbutt Man.

Chu Zhou also learned from Wei Fangjie what had happened on their side.

Initially, Yi Huai and Wei Fangjie were in full force, attacking at the risk of their lives, and were still able to hold on.

But what they are facing after all are martial artists who practice marrow training. After their meridians are opened, they can use internal energy to train their marrow, and then they can change their meridians and cut through the marrow, and be reborn.

Even though his physique is not as good as Chu Zhou's, it is still far superior to that of ordinary warriors.

After a long time, they could no longer bear it.

Especially on Yi Huai's side, the poison from the little headcutter entered his body, and he became increasingly shaky.

It was also at the critical moment that the drunkard old man Feng Yan took action. With one hand he made hand seals and with the other he spit fire, and he managed to hold off the big and small head-cutters.

It was not until the masters under Cao Bao showed up that a group of men in black rushed up to fight. Not only did they cooperate well, but they were also very powerful.

It also stunned the big and small headchoppers and the tattooed swordsman.

The tattooed swordsman was cunning. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he turned around and ran away after a fierce attack. Several men in black chased him. As for the final outcome, it is still unknown.

As for the big and small headchoppers, their movement depended purely on the sturdy man, but wearing triple armor, what they sacrificed was speed and agility.

With the drunken old man leading the way and three or two men in black cooperating, they finally captured the killer from Tingfeng Tower.

Their heads had been cut off and could be used as proof to exchange for a lot of silver and good things at the government office.

These were not exactly the same as what Chu Zhou had learned from the drunkard old man, but Chu Zhou still had to accept Cao Bao's favor.

After all, it was he who saved his two fellow apprentices, so when Cao Bao came again, Chu Zhou also became a little more enthusiastic, which led to their subsequent joyful conversation.

It was also from Cao Bao that Chu Zhou roughly knew that the several worshippers in Wenxiang Temple were basically the same as him.

They each have their own industries and businesses, but they also received Zhou Wu's help and have settled many problems. He has a share, which is somewhat like a partner.

But there is no doubt that they stand together in the matter of defeating the Yunya Sword Sect.

After Cao Bao left, the drunkard old man Feng Yan also left after a while.

He did not return to Hongtu City, but rushed to Wenxiang Temple overnight to report what happened there to Zhou Wu.

Blood Bell Meng Gongyi is really not a small figure. As the senior brother of old man Yun Lie, he is one of the top leaders even in the Yunya Sword Sect.

His death would definitely cause quite a stir, so he had to report the news in time to give Wenxiang Temple time to react.

Of course, before leaving, they also made an appointment to meet next time to drink and eat meat.

You see, even in a society where martial arts are respected, human relationships are equally important.

As for Wei Jinkui, A Da and A Er, he sent them out to pick up the corpses.

To be precise, the body of Meng Gongyi, the blood bell, is nothing, but the blood sword and the bell that almost took his life are not ordinary things and naturally cannot be thrown away.

After they all left, the campfire naturally became quiet, leaving only Chu Zhou with his eyes slightly narrowed, watching the jumping flames and weighing the gains and losses.

Before coming, Chu Zhou had actually thought about it. He had considered the reaction of the Yunya Sword Sect and had also anticipated an assassination.

However, he really didn't expect that the other party would send such a congenital warrior.

In other words, his strength increased fast enough. If he had maintained the level when Zhou Wu tested him, he would probably have failed here.

From this we can see that there is no peace even in Anyue City.

I just hope that it can be delayed a little longer so that he has more time to grow and accumulate.

His thoughts turned back. He tilted his head slightly, looked at the person next to him, and asked, "Okay, tell me, tell me about yourself?"

Beside the campfire, besides Chu Zhou, there was also a lame young man with a backpack beside him.

Although he was sitting, he looked uneasy. From time to time, he would steal a glance at Chu Zhou and then lower his head even lower.

It was not until Chu Zhou asked him questions that he felt relieved and explained the situation like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

“My name is Gu Chuanping, and my father is Gu Hua, the headmaster of Xiangyun Hall, one of the three major sects in Hongtu City.

I used to be a top playboy in Red Earth City and a frequent visitor to brothels. Although my father scolded me for being uneducated, I lived a carefree life.

But just a few days ago, everything changed overnight.

All I remember was shouting, wailing, and all kinds of noisy footsteps everywhere...

Before I could react, I was caught by my father. My third and fourth uncles protected me and fled. They took me out through a secret passage. But we were discovered when we were leaving the city. My third and fourth uncles were killed to protect me. Before they died, they gave me this backpack.

Then, I kept hiding and fleeing in the mountains, moving from one place to another like a rat crossing the street, and only dared to ask for some dry food and clothes when passers-by passed by. "

“However, the Iron Horse Hall and the Casting Sect are still unwilling to let me go.

They sent people to search everywhere for me, chasing me so hard that I had no way to go up or down. Even if I wanted to leave here, they blocked the mountain road. "

Chu Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "You mean, they have been blocking you here for a few days?"

"Yes!"

“No large-scale search of the mountain?”

"No, we sent some elite disciples to search and hunt them down."

"That is to say, they don't want to make it known to everyone, but they don't want to let you go either. No, in other words, they don't care about you as a person, but what you have in your hands."

Thinking of this, Chu Zhou tilted his head slightly, looked at the backpack, and asked, "What on earth do you have here?"

"Oh, it's inside here. I'll show it to you."

The lame young man hurriedly dragged the backpack over, took out a few herbs from it, and then took out a square object wrapped in oil paper.

He opened the oil paper and wiped his hands to make sure they were clean before taking out the object inside and handing it to Chu Zhou.

Chu Zhou looked down and saw in the light of the fire that it was an extremely thick book with three words on it that were particularly eye-catching.

——"Auspicious Cloud Collection"

After casually flipping through a few pages, Chu Zhou found that there were many descriptions of various diseases and corresponding prescriptions.

This is actually a medical book? !

Chu Zhou tilted his head and asked, "What does Xiangyuntang do? Aren't you a blacksmith?"

"Who told you that I, Xiangyuntang, am a blacksmith?"

The lame young man had a question mark on his forehead, and then hurriedly explained: "Although there are many blacksmiths in Hongtu City, our Xiangyun Hall is a medical martial arts sect.

My Gu family's ancestor started out as a doctor, and later acquired a lot of martial arts skills. After mutual verification, his martial arts skills improved greatly, and he opened this Xiangyun Hall."

"The first half of this book, Xiangyun Collection, is about curing illnesses and saving lives, and records many methods of treating difficult and complicated diseases.

But the most important part is actually the second half, which is mainly about the use of medicine for warriors, and contains many pill recipes suitable for warriors at different stages of training.

Even those that can be used by Xiantian warriors are available, but the materials are hard to find, so it is naturally not easy to make them.”

“However, if we only use two or three of the recipes to make medicine, we can meet the needs of some warriors and allow Xiangyuntang to gain a firm foothold in Hongtu City.

After all, even here, warriors have to practice and take all kinds of medicines to nourish themselves. "

Upon hearing this, Chu Zhou flipped through the pages again and saw that there were indeed quite a few recipes for pills, and the medicines used were extremely precious.

Chu Zhou had heard of hundred-year-old ginseng, thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonum multiflorum, and Dracaena fragrans.

But there were many more, such as the Fairy Cloud Flower, the Star Fruit, the Silver Vine Bamboo, the Pearl Crocodile Dragon Liquid, the Earth-derived Wood, etc., which he found magical just by looking at them, let alone knowing them.

However, what was even more magical was that he saw a kind of material, the blood of a spiritual beast!

Chu Zhou asked again: "What is this spirit beast?"

"Spiritual beasts are not things, of course, but animals with spiritual intelligence. Ordinary people like to call them monsters."

"Is there really such a thing?"

"Of course there are. These spirit beasts have developed wisdom and hide in the deep mountains and swamps. They rarely show up.

However, getting one is a great benefit. Its skin, flesh, bones and blood can almost all be used as medicine, and they are all very tonic."

Chu Zhou remained skeptical and said, "Speaking of this recipe, I have seen many of them, but why haven't I seen them anywhere else but only in your book?

It's not a lie, is it? "

"I haven't seen this either, but when my grandfather was alive, he seemed to have made a furnace of elixirs using the blood of spirit beasts. It was said to be a top-grade elixir."

The lame young man Gu Pingchuan paused and continued, “As for why the temple master has never heard of it, I think there are two main reasons.

Firstly, it’s not that there weren’t any pill recipes before, but ordinary animal ingredients were enough, such as tiger bones and bear gall.

Secondly, I remember that the blood of this spirit beast can be used as medicine, and it seems that only those who are innate can use it. If you are below the innate level, you can't catch the spirit beast at all, so there is no need to say more. "

"As for more specifics, a prodigal like me really doesn't know much."

As if afraid that Chu Zhou would ask again, he quickly turned the basket over, and a stone with a cold metallic glow rolled out of it.

"This is?"

“Meteorite, according to legend, is iron ore that fell from the sky. It is of extremely high quality and is the best material for forging weapons.

This piece was obtained by my father by accident and has been in his collection for several years. "

After a pause, the lame young man continued, "If those people were not chasing me for this medical book, then they must have been after this meteorite."

　The first update is here...

　　
　
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