Symbiotic panel, I am cultivating immortality in the world of immortality

Chapter 232 Brewing Wine in Calamity Fire, Carving on the Celestial Stone

The beavers were quite puzzled when they arrived.

—Why are these people having so much fun playing in the mud?
They had previously heard Teacher Bai Shi say that the scholars of the Bitter Journey Academy were very meticulous, and even the completed magic weapons and formations had to be inspected multiple times before they could be approved.

result……

Are you playing in the mud here right now?

Ok?
The beavers suddenly noticed the girl in white who was having the most fun playing in the mud.

The girl seemed unremarkable.

But for some reason, they felt that the girl looked somewhat familiar, or rather, she had a quality that made them want to get close to her.

"Chirp chirp?" The beavers turned to look at their master. Li Ye hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

They then walked towards the girl in white.

As they approached the girl, she looked up at them, a glint of light flashing in her eyes that could only be described as radiant.

"The beaver of Weichuan."

"Come here, come to your sister's side."

The girl was quite friendly to the beavers.

She beckoned, grabbed a lump of mud made from the water of the Sea of ​​Learning mixed with the ashes of calamity, and said patiently:
"The essence of calamity ashes is actually the material that constitutes all things in the universe. You can't add too much water, just like this..."

"Wow!"

She poured about ten kilograms of the water from the sea of ​​knowledge into the ashes of calamity, which was a bit too much, making it too diluted.

"Uh."

The woman in white calmly grabbed another handful of ashes and added them in, finally managing to form a shaped lump of clay.

"There you go, that's it."

She shook the large, still somewhat runny lump of mud, looking quite pleased with herself.

"Jiji?"

The beavers had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

Is this how mud is always mixed here?

After looking at each other, they followed the woman in white and began making mud balls. Each time they made one, they felt extremely uncomfortable, their faces scrunched up.

Such a lump of mud...

If they're used to build nests, they should be thrown away! Absolutely not.

But now they were facing something they didn't understand, so they could only do as the woman in white suggested—first make it very thin, then add ashes, knead it, and then add water…

Li Ye, who was not far away, almost burst out laughing when he saw this scene.

Su Ya, who was next to him, was not much better off, with a very serious and somewhat distorted frown on his face.

As for Mr. Di Sui?

He was already grinning from ear to ear, and with a light tap of his finger, he used his power to envelop the two of them in a spiritual realm.

"look."

"This guy is a headmaster, but he always likes to play childish tricks."

Mr. Di Sui said to Li Ye, "Have you noticed anything unusual about her method of mixing the mud?"

Li Ye narrowed his eyes:
"It's for making pigments, isn't it?"

"Mr. Xiang Huai, you always have a sense of the passage of time that is similar to that of your predecessors. Could it be that you are also following the path of historians?"

He had learned some things from his earlier chat with Su Ya, so he quickly realized what was going on.

“Exactly.” Mr. Di Sui nodded, his tone filled with nostalgia: “There was once a patriarch of the Ku Lu Academy who believed that all things in the world, as long as they have been processed, will eventually lose their spirituality completely.”

However, if one uses spiritual minerals, the juices of spiritual plants, the essence of spiritual beasts, etc., which are nurtured by heaven and earth, to grind pigments and paint them on the mural, it will become more and more vibrant over time.

Xiang Huai also followed the path of painting, but she studied the methods of historians; the monumental historical mural in the Ku Lu Academy was painted by her.

Ok?
Suddenly, the path of Mr. Xiang Huai was mentioned.

Could it be...

"Does the senior mean that the bookworm spirit Yu Shichen is related to Mr. Xiang Huai?"

"Is it still related to this thing?"

Li Ye opened his palm.

The tattered pages of the Plum Blossom Scroll floated silently in his palm.

At this moment, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind... Six thousand years ago, the Four Seasons Sect and the painting masters of the Bitter Journey Academy did something big together. Could it be that the younger generation of the academy also has such a 'fine tradition'?

It can't be that after all this time, the pollution of this grotto was actually done by some kind of spirit or painting spirit created by your dean, can it?

That would be really interesting.

"Of course not."

Mr. Di Ling also realized that his words had caused Li Ye to misunderstand.

He explained, "Actually, a patriarch of the Four Seasons Sect once said that special spiritual plants could grow from these murals by combining them with special methods."

"So what?" Li Ye didn't understand the meaning behind his words for a moment.

"The wine made from the ashes of the calamity and the water of the sea of ​​learning, combined with the virtuous clan's compassionate wheat, is not only an unparalleled wine, but also a kind of pigment."

"I see."

Li Ye understood after hearing this.

However, he was still somewhat puzzled: "Shouldn't this be considered a secret of your academy? Why are you telling me this like this?"

"The true stronghold of the Hell Realm is probably in a mural. All the evil ghosts and vengeful spirits are cultivated by them using the mural as their field."

"So I want to teach you this method."

“Unless things are absolutely impossible, even the Hell Path is just a training ground for you juniors—that was the previous headmaster’s idea.”

“But what if they do a lot of bad things?” Li Ye frowned. “If we just allow them to do these evil things for practice, that would be truly… disgusting.”

Logically speaking, this was truly outrageous, but Mr. Di Sui nodded in agreement: "Indeed, those who see evil people doing evil and do nothing to stop them should be punished as well."

So I locked him up.

The current headmaster prefers to resolve this 6,000-year-old feud directly.

Do you want to learn?

In a daze, Li Ye saw a ginkgo tree that blocked out the sky. Chains grew on the branches of the ginkgo tree, and almost every chain bound a figure. The ginkgo leaves fluttered in the wind.

It seems to last until the end of time.

Without a doubt, this is the original form of the ground ginkgo.

Is this Mr. Di Sui learning some kind of Legalist magic—planting people inside trees? What a fine tradition indeed!

"Okay, I'll learn."

Anyway, it’s always good to have many skills.

Moreover, Li Ye felt that he did have some affinity with the art of painting, whether it was the Life and Spirit Painting Scroll in the past, the Illusion of the Mind in the future, or the method he was about to learn now.

It is probably more or less related to the tradition of painting at the Kulu Academy.

Now that the bigwigs at the Bitter Journey Academy are going to teach me, why shouldn't I learn?

Anyway, with the sect backing him up, he doesn't have to worry about being schemed against or anything after he learns the skills. Even if it's bait, so what?

……

soon.

One by one, the wine jars were completed. Those wine jars could be described as quite exquisite. Originally, the Confucian scholars here had all studied painting, and each of them could be described as skillful. The patterns and pictures on the wine jars were even more lifelike.

The most extravagant of these jars was painted by a Confucian scholar who created 99,999 plum blossoms on a wine jar that was half a person's height.

Each wintersweet blossom has a completely different shape.

At first glance, one can even smell the delicate fragrance of plum blossoms lingering in the air. It doesn't resemble a wine jar at all; if it were placed in an ordinary world, it would be a priceless treasure worthy of being passed down through generations.

The other wine jars are equally exquisite.

However, several unusual creatures could be seen among these wine vats…

simple.

It was like the kind of large water vat that farmers put in their courtyards to store water. The surface was a bit soft and squishy, ​​like an unformed clay figure. In short, it was very simple.

Who would have thought that such a simple wine vat was actually made from so much ashes from the calamity and water from the sea of ​​knowledge?

"Jiji."

The beavers stood calmly beside Li Ye, even tiptoeing to touch the Bagua Sky Disc on his wrist. This was really embarrassing for them; they should go back to their tribe and build the dam together.

"...You did a very good job."

"Let's go back and rest for a while."

Li Ye patted each of their heads, and just as he was about to send them back, the girl in white suddenly spoke up:
"Little... fellow Daoist."

"I see that their auras are a bit unusual. Are they about to form their golden cores?"

I have a token here, which I obtained in a grotto-heaven. It can help them remove the demonic energy from their bodies when they form their golden core.

Consider it payment for them making the wine vats for me.

As she spoke, she tossed the wooden token over, bent down, and said with a smile to the beavers, "See you again, little ones."

Then she left reluctantly.

Li Ye glanced down at the token in his hand, then nodded to the beaver.

"Jiji!"

As she strolled away, the beavers immediately caught up with her and gave her some small gifts.

The girl in white was very happy and left with the huge pile of seashells, tree branches, and lotus petals.

Not a moment later.

Then the dashing white-robed mountain hermit, Mr. Xiang Huai, returned.

Her expression was calm.

With a wave of his hand, he released dozens of gleaming, still-beating, lifelike hearts, which fell into the wine jars.

He nodded to Li Ye and said, "Young friend, I'll trouble you then."

She seemed completely unaffected, as if the white-clad girl who had been happily playing in the mud was not her at all—but Li Ye knew that it was definitely her.

Why is she so friendly to beavers?
What a weirdo.

Li Ye suppressed his doubts for the time being, nodded in response, took out the Drunken Light Spirit Clam, and then took out some grains of Compassionate Wheat. Fortunately, he had cultivated quite a lot of it during this period.

The Drunken Light Spirit Clam, which had been behaving very calmly, even excessively, gently floated up. As its shell slightly opened, its golden core was exposed without any concealment.

An incredibly rich aroma of wine instantly filled the air.

"Thump thump."

The Confucian scholars who were still at the Foundation Establishment stage in the distance smelled the aroma of the wine and fell into a drunken stupor one after another, sleeping soundly with flushed faces.

Jin Dan could barely hold on, but soon he too fell asleep. Even Su Ya swayed and almost fell over, but Li Ye caught him in time.

"Are you okay?"

"It's alright, I just didn't expect the wine to be so mellow." Su Ya shook his head and straightened up.

And not far away.

The surface of those wine jars was filled with the aroma of alcohol.

"Owner."

"It's now!"

The consciousness of the Drunken Light Clam was transmitted.

Li Ye immediately brought the spirit of the Calamity Fire to the mortal world. The moment the Calamity Fire appeared, the surrounding space showed signs of collapsing, and the clouds in the sky condensed once again.

This situation occurs when the spirit of calamity descends upon the mortal realm.

Fortunately, Mr. Xiang Huai, who was standing nearby, raised his hand in time and waved it gently.

The calamity clouds dissipated instantly.

Without the interference of the tribulation clouds, the tribulation fire burned fiercely, surrounding the wine vats. As it burned, the ashes of the tribulation were enveloped and bound together by the power of the sea of ​​knowledge, and the tribulation fire directly merged into the wine vats.

Immediately afterwards——

"boom!"

The Drunken Light Clam split open, and the shells fell onto the wine vat one after another, growing larger and sealing the vat completely.

"All right."

The spirit clam was clearly severely damaged. It was already only half left, and now it was even less than half. When it fell into Li Ye's palm, its state was directly "weak" and "on the verge of death".

Startled, Li Ye quickly infused it with a lot of power and then sent it into the Jianmu tree to recuperate.

"Please thank my friend Lingbang for me."

Mr. Xiang Huai smiled gently at Li Ye, then waved his hand to collect all the wine jars, but he still kept the three that he and the beaver had made and gave them to Li Ye.

"This liquor needs to be sealed for ten years. After ten years, you can open it and you'll find the liquor inside..."

She deliberately kept everyone in suspense, then cheerfully left with the wine jar.

Mr. Di Sui sighed helplessly, "Now that she's gone, I can hand this over to you."

He reached into his pocket and felt around.

They took out a stone slab that was about half a person's height.

On the stone slab was a very simple-looking stone carving, a lotus flower, without any color, just the grayish-white texture of the stone.

"What is this?" Li Ye felt a strange flutter in his heart and reached out to touch it gently.

The tentacles had a rough texture, like weathered rocks that had been weathered for a long time, and they didn't have a trace of spiritual energy. When Li Ye touched them, they felt strangely prickly.

"This is a Tiancai stone carving." Mr. Di Sui patted the stone slab and said proudly, "This is a treasure that only our Ku Lu Academy can make."

If you can dye this lotus flower with various colors, it will teach you the method I mentioned earlier.

Of course, the colors I'm referring to are not ordinary colors, but colors that can only be achieved through the essence of all things in the world.

That's not easy.

"Can anything be used as paint?" A glint of light flashed in Li Ye's eyes.

"of course."

"All things in the world are acceptable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Li Ye pick up his glass bracelet, take off a glass bead without hesitation, grind it into powder, and then dip his finger in the powder and rub it onto the lotus petals carved in stone.

Mr. Di Sui's eyelids kept twitching.

This.

This is a treasure of Heaven.

Even their ancestor didn't seem to have tried using the "colors" of the Heavenly Dao to depict the mural.

What will happen?
(End of this chapter)