I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 62 I will use the world's famous wine to see you off
The size of the white stone has not changed, but the acquired energy contained in it has become much thicker.

Qu Junhui lowered his head and looked at the white stone carefully for a while, and a hint of doubt suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"This stone that carries the acquired energy... is quite interesting."

He muttered to himself, then looked up at Chen Zhian: "You are lucky to have such a rare acquired energy.

It is enough to refine an excellent elixir to help you sense the Niwan and cultivate your divine essence. "

"It's just that I can make the elixir for you, but you still need to find the herbs yourself."

Chen Zhian nodded: "This is natural. May I ask, senior, what kind of herbs should I prepare?"

Qu Junhui walked to the table beside him, picked up the brush, carefully wrote down the medicinal materials, and handed it to Chen Zhian.

"Shanglu, Longsumu, Haiqiongjingmo, Qiannianzicen, Xianshu Fruit, Huazhonglou, Xingshenmu..."

Chen Zhian took a quick look and saw that there were forty or fifty kinds of medicinal herbs written on the paper, which made his scalp tingle for a moment.

Some of these medicinal herbs are very valuable just by looking at their names.

Spending money is actually nothing to Chen Zhian. He still has more than 700 taels of gold in his pocket. As long as the medicinal materials are not too expensive, he can probably afford them.

I’m afraid that some medicinal herbs are too rare and cannot be found at once.

"It seems I need to write a letter to Xu Yuanshou and ask him to look for it as soon as possible."

Chen Zhian frowned slightly.

It is an extremely long process to sense the Niwan and nurture the divine essence. Even if one has extraordinary comprehension and talent, it will still take a year or half.

After all, the Niwan is fragile, and if you want it to contain the divine essence, it needs careful accumulation and polishing.

During this period, the growth of true essence is very limited, and the improvement in combat power is negligible, until the divine essence is finally formed.

If it weren't for this acquired energy, Chen Zhian planned to use the [Mud Pill Crushing Condensation Technique] recorded in the White Jade Cicada Shell Chapter to forcibly speed up the accumulation of spiritual energy.

However, in this way, the foundation will inevitably be unstable, and the speed of cultivation will slow down after the divine essence is achieved.

The reason why Si Hougui dared to make a bet with him was because it took too much time for the true essence to break through to the spiritual essence, and laying a solid foundation required a lot of cultivation resources.

In his opinion, given Chen Zhian's background, where would he get the resources to practice?

Chen Zhian can only choose between time and foundation. The consequence is that no matter which one he chooses, he will not have the chance to get the Tiger Cub Monument.

The reason why aristocratic families, clans, and mysterious sects are powerful is that they monopolize the vast majority of cultivation resources in the world.

Not to mention ordinary people, even people from poor families and common people will never be able to make a breakthrough.

But... there is always a turning point in everything, just like Chen Zhian obtained the White Jade Cicada Shell Chapter and even obtained this acquired energy.

After obtaining the acquired energy, one naturally wants to use more reliable elixirs to break into the spiritual realm together with the acquired energy.

"I wonder if he can find these herbs in a month." Chen Zhian thought to himself.

"In addition to these medicinal materials, we also need two kinds of black minerals, namely purple dragon ore and peacock mica. They must be ground into powder and used together as medicine to ensure that the magical effect of acquired energy can be brought into full play."

Just as Chen Zhian was thinking deeply, Qu Junhui spoke again: "Wait here for a while. The Purple Dragon Ore looks very much like an ordinary iron ore. I happen to have a recipe for hangovers. If you drop wine on the Purple Dragon Ore, the ore will turn purple. This can help you identify the authenticity of the Purple Dragon Ore. Don't let anyone fool you."

As he spoke, he had already walked into the back room of the shop.

When Chen Zhian heard that two more kinds of ores were needed, he felt helpless.

Practicing cultivation itself is a pile of gold and silver mountains. Now that he wants to practice faster, he needs more, and there is nothing he can do about it.

Qu Jun went back to find a prescription for sobering up, and Chen Zhian finally had time to look around the place where people lived.

The entrance of Xirenju is not big, but the interior is quite large. There are many porcelains, calligraphy and paintings, iron decorations, and many things that Chen Zhian has never seen before.

His eyes moved around and suddenly stopped on the north wall.

A huge deer head was embedded in the north wall. The horns of the deer head were like two racks, on which a knife was actually placed.

The scabbard and handle of that knife were all pitch black, with no other decorations. They were all of the same color, as if they were created by nature.

When Chen Zhian saw the knife, for some reason, a strong desire suddenly surged in his heart.

"I wonder what grade this knife is."

Chen Zhian walked forward and looked at the knife carefully.

"Since Xirenju is a shop, it shouldn't be rude for customers to take a look at this knife."

As he thought this in his mind, he reached out his hand and slowly grasped the knife.

The long sword was in his hand. The strong aura in Qingshan Tower, mixed with the brilliance of Nan Liujing, passed through Chen Zhian's true energy and fell on the sword.

[The name of the sword is Gengfan, it killed 922 soldiers of the Iron Army, it was fed with blood, it is very ominous, the forging grade and power are unknown. ]

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The name of this knife is a bit weird. Such a powerful weapon is actually called [Gengfan]."

“And with the current mysteries of Qingshan Tower, it’s hard to even tell the grade and power of this sword.”

He played with the four-foot-long sword and drew it out of its sheath, but saw the cold light of the blade, which was nothing surprising.

"Bang!"

Something fell to the ground and broke.

Chen Zhian turned his head and saw that the pot of wine in Qu Junhui's hand had fallen to the ground and shattered, with the wine spilling all over the floor.

He saw the owner of Xirenju was staring at the knife in his hand motionlessly.

Chen Zhian also looked at the [Soup Rice] in his hand and said with a wry smile, "I think this knife is a bit strange. It's in the store, so I thought it was for sale, so I took a look."

"But, are you selling this knife?" Qu Junhui took a deep breath, his expression seemed to become a little serious, and he shook his head and said, "This knife is ominous. If it falls into the hands of young people, it will inevitably ruin them."

Chen Zhian shook his head in disappointment.

"But... young man, your chance has come." The materialistic look on Qu Junhui's face completely disappeared. He went back to the inner room and took out another pot of wine, but it was not the [Prescription for Sobering Up] that he had just dropped on the ground.

"This wine is called Luofuchun. Jiang Xiangshu from Laojian Mountain once wrote a poem praising it: "Three mountains are so close that I cannot go back. I give this cup to Luofuchun."

The wine is from the Luofu Sea of Lord Wu Lei, and it is the most rare and famous wine in the world."

Qu Junhui said this, and then walked to the table, put out two cups, and asked, "Little brother, you know my name, but you don't know yours?"

Chen Zhian introduced himself.

“Chen Zhian…what a good name.

The world is so busy that I am too lazy to get involved. I wish I could live a peaceful life in seclusion in a paradise! I think your parents who gave you this name hoped that you would live a peaceful life. "

Qu Junhui praised you, but his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Chen Zhian, I have a favor to ask of you today. If you agree, I will use the most precious wine in the world to see you off."

Chen Zhian said nothing and listened quietly.

Qu Junhui continued, "Besides that, you don't need to worry about the herbs needed to refine the Acquired Divine Essence Pill. I will prepare them within two days and do my best to refine the rare Niwan Pill for you!"

Chen Zhian remained calm and continued listening.

Qu Junhui asked again: "Where is your knife?"

Chen Zhian took out the [Yang Sui] from his Chenglu Ring and finally spoke, curiously asking, "Senior, how did you know that I use a sword? Is it because I want to buy this ominous sword?"

“Without a sword, you can’t take off this evil sword.” Qu Junhui took the three hundred forged [Yang Sui] long sword, took a look at it, nodded and said: “With your cultivation, this sword is enough, but... if you step into the realm of divine essence, this three hundred forged sword will inevitably not be enough.

I have some ore here, I will help you refine this sword into a thousand forgings, your divine power is enough to control a thousand forgings sword, it will be enough for you to use for several years. "

Chen Zhian became more and more curious: "Senior, I wonder what you want me to do?"

Qu Junhui's eyes fell on the evil knife [Gong Fan] in Chen Zhian's hand, he took a deep breath, and said: "Let me tell you a story."

"Dayu has been at war with the northern kingdom of Dali for a long time. Dali controls the vast grasslands. Its cavalry is like a storm, repeatedly invading the border. I don't know how many heads of Dayu people have been killed by the Dali cavalry!

Over the past twenty or thirty years, Emperor Zhaofu has sent troops to attack the Northern Kingdom many times, and many meritorious generals have emerged among them.”

"At the border of Dayu and Dayi, there was originally a mountain called Black Stone Mountain, which was under the jurisdiction of Dayu. The area was barren, food was scarce, and the mountain roads were difficult to travel. Although the 160 households on the mountain were poor, they were far away from the war and barely made ends meet.

Suddenly one day, a general came and killed all 160 households, 642 people, and cut off their heads.

Qu Junhui paused for a moment and asked, "Chen Zhian, do you know which country this general is from?"

Chen Zhian said: "Since you asked me, it must be the general of Dayu."

Qu Junhui nodded and said, "The generals of Dayu rode here, killed all the civilians, and took their heads away. What are they doing?"

Chen Zhian's eyes flashed: "Killing innocent people to claim credit."

"It's just killing innocent people to gain credit." Qu Junhui clapped his hands, "It's a pity that they neglected it in the end, and a young man who grew up eating at other people's homes escaped. In the blink of an eye, nine years have passed."

"The knife in your hand is called [Gengfan], and it is an evil knife! The young man who ate at a hundred houses wielded this knife and killed more than 900 soldiers of the Dayu Iron Army.

He had killed innocent people to gain merit, and had dispersed and relocated 900 soldiers, several centurions and captains, all of whom were killed by him.

Now there is a young general sitting in the hall, with his head bowed, waiting for the young man to come."

"This young man once sold himself as a slave and tried to assassinate the general in his mansion, but failed. Later, he painted his body with lacquer and swallowed charcoal, practiced the magic again, and tried to assassinate again, but failed twice. Although he escaped, this knife was lost to him and eventually fell into my hands."

Qu Junhui stared at Chen Zhian with burning eyes: "Now the young man from the past has come to Xuan Tianjing again, but the karma on my body is too heavy. If I deliver the knife to him, he will not be able to survive.

Chen Zhian, you have some courage to be noticed by that scout.

Are you willing to go to Xuan Tianjing and deliver this long sword?

If this can be accomplished, I, Qu Junhui, will owe you a big favor. Whether it is refining pills or refining weapons, it is just incidental. One day, you will know the value of my favor, which is heavier than a mountain!"

Chen Zhian looked down at the knife and said, "Since it's just a gift, wouldn't it be better to just find a servant to go with it?"

Qu Junhui shook his head: "The knife also has cause and effect. Ordinary people can't lift this knife."

Chen Zhian thought about it, then suddenly walked to the table and took the initiative to open a glass of the famous wine Luofuchun. In an instant, the aroma of the wine filled the air, and the whole place was filled with fragrance.

Qu Jun looked back at him.

Chen Zhian drank the full cup by himself, but seemed unsatisfied, so he grabbed the wine jug with one hand and took a few big gulps.

"belch……"

He burped, his cheeks flushed a little, and put the remaining half bottle of "Luo Fuchun" into the Chenglu Ring.

He staggered out of Xirenju.

"This knife is too evil to fit into an ordinary Qiankun ring, and it will also attract too much attention. I have a knife case here, you can carry it with you."

Qu Junhui said loudly and threw a knife box over.

Chen Zhian put the rice soup into it and put it behind his back.

Qu Jun looked back at Chen Zhian leaving and clasped his fists to him: "Little brother, you are so righteous. I thank you on behalf of the six hundred and forty-two lives of Black Rock Mountain."

Chen Zhian was a little drunk, and turned around and said vaguely: "I have never seen 642 lives in Black Rock Mountain, so I don't know how miserable it is.

But… I am very interested in the young man who sold himself into slavery and swallowed charcoal to seek revenge.

I have to go see what he looks like!"

(End of this chapter)