Chapter 381 True Fire Refining Shengyang, You Commit Suicide
Since he saw Chongxu, Gu Qingyuan realized that although his cultivation was not high, his foundation was solid. People with such a solid foundation did not have many magical powers, but only had pure magic power that had been refined countless times.

When he entered the alchemy room, he discovered that there were unusual restrictions inside. Gu Qingyuan had a sharp eye. He could tell at a glance that there were several medicinal ingredients in the alchemy furnace just by smelling them. Although he didn't know their names, he knew their medicinal properties well.

Although the Taoist of Five Directions covered himself up with the fragrance of elixir grass, it could not hide the stench that emanated from his body from the inside out. It was the aura of the five signs of decay of a celestial being when his life ended.

Taoist Wufang did not say a word about this, but instead told a touching story that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. Just imagine that if he cared so much about Chongxu, why didn't he take the opportunity to teach him some of his alchemy skills.

If one does not have a natural talent for the art of alchemy, one will waste hundreds of years before being able to master it. Even if one has a natural talent, if one cannot reach the level of Gu Qingyuan, one still needs hands-on instruction from the elders in the sect and invest countless resources in training before one can become a master.

What about polishing one's character and the cycle of karma? It was just that the Taoist of Five Directions regarded Chongxu as a tool. He sought his magical powers, so naturally he would not spend extra time and effort to teach him carefully.

"I guess you were the one who invited the demon cultivators from outside the temple?" Gu Qingyuan looked at the Taoist Wufang, "Or maybe you are the evil one in that story. It was you who massacred Chongxu's village and directed and acted in a good show yourself."

"Haha," Taoist Wufang suddenly laughed, "I didn't expect that after spending all day hunting swallows, I would be pecked in the eye by a young man like you. Yes, it was me who wiped out the whole village back then. I am not Taoist Wufang, I am Guqi Sanren!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the withered body of Wufang Taoist fell off like an old skin. A three-inch nail was used, and the dwarf Taoist jumped out and took the human skin in his hand.

The short Taoist looked like a dwarf, with a mouth full of buck teeth, big eyes like copper bells, and eyebrows as red as blood. He spat on the ground and said, "If you want to pretend to be confused, then fine. But if you insist on revealing everything, it's rare to see someone like you who is seeking death."

"I thought he was such a majestic and heroic man, but he turned out to be just a three-inch nail and dry tree bark. He really disgusts my eyes." Gu Qingyuan stretched out his hand to block it, as if he was really hurt by the ugly face. He used his magic power to send the young man to Qiuzhen.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that my old friend has passed away and was replaced by a demon," Qiuzhen took the young man and said in a voice transmission, "The lonely Qi Sanren is called Qi Wuji, an old demon who has not appeared for a long time. It turns out that his life is coming to an end. He is good at using a pair of long and short iron crutches, and he also knows some tricks of painting skins on people and animals. There is a ball of red sand wind in his mouth, which can cut bones and make people lose their souls. Don't get caught. Although his Taoism has fallen and he is no longer able to cultivate his spirit, you still have to be careful."

There is a veteran in the martial world who is like this. Before facing the enemy, he reveals his secrets first, and he can talk about every famous person.

Qi Wuji heard the ridicule, but did not get angry. In his hands appeared two red-striped steel crutches that were three points taller than him. He tucked them under his armpits and used the crutches to poke the ground, raising him a lot higher.

Just after turning a corner, the magic circle set up by Lao Zhuang Temple was broken. It was as if someone had received the news and soon someone rushed over.

The ones coming in the front were Du Jiang and Li Sheng, with two more behind them. The last one, wrapped in a black robe, followed at the end and came behind Qi Wuji in a blink of an eye. Qi Wuji, supported by a crutch, flew up and landed in front of everyone.

"If someone finds out, that guy is nothing to worry about, but you must have heard of the name of Monk Qiuzhen. Come with me to stop the enemy and don't let the news get out."

Qi Wuji glanced at the man in black robe fearfully and spoke quickly.

"I told you that your methods were useless. You even relied on your knowledge of alchemy to conceal your aura. Damn it, you were discovered by an unknown guy!"

Du Jiang is a bald man, like a rough and tumble man, and he starts to mock as soon as he opens his mouth.

Qi Wuji gave him a vicious look and said, "Du, don't think I won't kill you just because you have a good master. When the ancestor killed people, you were still in your mother's belly." After that, he looked at everyone and said, "That kid has a very sharp eye. It took a hundred years of intensive practice for him to figure out my alchemy method. I guess it's an authentic inheritance."

He turned to the man in black robes again and said reluctantly: "Sir, I have called the people here as you ordered."

"Leave Monk Qiuzhen to me, and you go deal with that kid. Don't tell me that you, Qi Wuji, are too old to move."

The masked man spoke, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at Qiuzhen. Qi Wuji glanced at the boiling alchemy furnace and rushed towards Gu Qingyuan reluctantly.

"Young man, you stole my spirit boy, so I'll pay with your life!"

However, he was attracted by Gu Qingyuan's aptitude and believed that he was a descendant of the orthodox Xuanmen sect. A person like him must have a good aptitude. With a wave of the crutch in his hand, countless blood lights jumped out and rushed towards Gu Qingyuan.

"I didn't expect that he was your old enemy. Let me practice with the rest of the men, and I'll give the masked man in black to you!" Gu Qingyuan was still thinking about dividing the battlefield. He could see that the man in black came here for the truth, and he clearly had the cultivation level of spiritual cultivation, so he had to pick on the weak ones first.

Qiuzhen responded without letting go of the young man in his arms. Buddha's light gradually rose from his body, and he stretched out one hand, pressing down on the man in black.

As the blood light approached, Gu Qingyuan was still looking at the alchemy furnace. Before Qi Wuji could rejoice, a spark ignited and engulfed most of the flames at the bottom of the furnace. The blood light was thrown into the flames, turned into firewood, and burned up.

Seeing the boiling in the furnace gradually subside, Gu Qingyuan shook his head: "The medicine is good, but the person who made the medicine is a fool. He wasted a furnace of elixirs."

After saying that, he looked at Qi Wuji and said, "You keep calling me a junior. Which family are you from? Do you really think that my true fire can't burn you to death?"

With a gesture, the Sun's True Fire turned into a flame belt, like a bundle of immortal ropes, and flew towards Qi Wuji. Qi Wuji was not angry when being mocked as a three-inch nail, but he got angry when Gu Qingyuan said that he was not skilled enough. But before he could open his mouth, he saw a fire belt coming towards him. He felt the fire power was amazing, so he dared not take the risk. He stopped suddenly, and with a touch of the blood-patterned steel crutch, he retreated.

When he stopped and looked up, the crutch in his hand softened after just sweeping the flame tail. He couldn't help but be surprised: "It's a pity, why don't you help!"

Hearing this, the remaining four people hurried forward and scattered the poison needles, poison mist and flying swords everywhere. The magic weapons were in the air, but Gu Qingyuan was concentrating on circling around the alchemy furnace. Only the real fire ribbon seemed to be psychic and burned all the magic treasures.

Those four people did not have the profound wealth of Qi Wuji, who was in the previous state of spiritual cultivation. They were not very careful in refining their magic weapons, and the materials they used were even more mixed. They only had one volume of True Fire, which was destroyed at that time.

The magic weapon is connected to the mind and can be regarded as the second body of the cultivator. Now that it is destroyed, the four of them felt a dull pain in their chests, as if their heads were pierced by needles, and a lot of dirty blood spurted out of their mouths.

Looking at Qi Wuji again, he touched the steel crutch with heartache. Just that one burn had burned away many restrictions of his life-saving magic weapon. If it was burned again, it would be so terrible that it would directly turn into iron essence and iron mother.

As a monk whose life was about to end, he valued his life the most. With a turn of his eyes, he had the idea of ​​escaping, but he was afraid of the intimidation of the man in black robe and did not dare to make any big move.

There was a loud bang and smoke, which attracted everyone's attention. Qiuzhen was seen holding his monk's robe and slowly retracting his hand. The man in black robe was knocked to the ground by this palm, looking very embarrassed.

Loose immortal!

A thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time. They knew the identity of the man in black robe best. He was a great cultivator of the spirit realm. Even if he was of the same level, he would not be defeated so easily. Only a wandering immortal could have such power!
That palm strike not only knocked down the man in black robe, but also shattered the will of the other demon cultivators to fight. The demon cultivators had no intention of sharing weal and woe, and they were lucky enough not to betray each other and hold each other back. Without even saying hello, the five of them fled, each holding their own magic.

"Baby please turn around."

The demon cultivators were fast, but there were people who were even faster than them. A voice mixed with laughter sounded, and before the demon cultivators could react, a streak of light flashed and took the lives of two people. It flashed again and stopped at Qi Wuji's brow, scaring him so much that he dared not move at all. The knife light tapped a few times and slowly approached. Qi Wuji swallowed his saliva and was forced to retreat continuously.

One step, two steps, retreat again and again, with no room for retreat, Qi Wuji encountered an obstacle and could no longer retreat. Fire filled the air behind him, and the heat burned his back. It turned out that he had retreated to the alchemy furnace.

Gu Qingyuan held the gourd in his hand and pointed it at the two corpses. The magical power that escaped from their bodies was restrained and turned into two rays of light that flew out. He pinched the gourd, absorbed the two rays of light, and shook it a few times.

"I said that you are not very good at learning skills, it seems like you learned it from that master's wife, are you convinced?" He said to Qi Wuji who was leaning on the alchemy furnace.

Qi Wuji had a flying knife beheading immortals between his eyebrows, and a furnace fire was burning behind him. He was caught in a dilemma, and between life and death, how could he dare to talk back? "That's right, that's right, I was taught by that mistress."

Gu Qingyuan ignored him and took the two survivors, named Du Jiang and Li Sheng, over. The two were lucky enough not to have suffered any disaster, but their condition was not much better now.

"Master Taoist, please spare my lives. Master Taoist, please spare my lives." The two men were thrown and knocked down by the magic power, dizzy and collapsed to the ground. Du Jiang spoke first, followed by Li Sheng.

"Shut up and stop making noise. Take off the treasure bag on your body and let me see if there is anything useful." Gu Qingyuan was too lazy to listen. He just kept repeating the same few words over and over again without any new ideas. He was just doing a business with no capital investment.

Du Jiang and Li Sheng really stopped talking and handed over the treasure bag obediently, throwing it all over the floor. There were mostly sundries in it, as well as quite a few low-level spiritual treasures. Judging from their design, they seemed to be the ones distributed to the disciples by the authentic masters.

Gu Qingyuan glanced at Qi Wuji. Qi Wuji was not the kind of person who would rather live than spend his life for money and medicine. He quickly opened the treasure bag. His wealth was much richer than Du Jiang and his ilk, and what was even more rare was that he had a lot of medicinal herbs and spiritual plants.

There are also several secret books among them. People like these from the evil sect are all walking treasure houses. They do not leave their wealth in caves, but carry it with them. They just move from place to place, doing business everywhere.

This bunch of idiots, entangled in the karma of their own making, had the cause and effect calculated by the righteous leader. Not only did they themselves become upgrade packages for the authentic disciples to go down the mountain to gain experience, slay demons and increase their external skills, but their entire wealth was also taken away. They can be called the living Lei Fengs of this world.

Gu Qingyuan picked and chose, then took out the suitable spiritual materials. He pushed the true fire in his hand and started to refine the pill.

"If you want to make the Nine Yang Pill, how can you do it by simply piling up the most yang things? Even though there is the aura of yang being at its extreme and yin being born, it is not made this way. It's like a blind man touching an elephant, unable to see the whole picture."

Gu Qingyuan said to Qi Wuji: "As the saying goes, to harmonize yin and yang, to gather and disperse water and fire, to bring dragon and tiger together, to refine the elixir, the first step in refining the elixir is to emphasize the word 'pure'."

Qi Wuji licked his lips, feeling the fire behind him growing stronger, but he did not move, staring at Gu Qingyuan intently.

There was a blazing fire under the furnace and boiling water in it. The golden liquid that Qi Wuji had spent dozens of days refining before finally integrating into one was tumbling around under the burning of the Sun's True Fire and separated. Only because Qi Wuji had not yet added the last ingredient did eight golden liquids of different shades emerge.

“Qi has yin and yang, odd and even, so there are four phases, such as spring is Shao Yang, summer is Lao Yang, autumn is Shao Yin, winter is Lao Yin, or seven is Shao Yang, nine is Lao Yang.”

"If you take the extreme sample, you will follow the four symbols, mix yin and yang, and rotate to form the elixir. The second step of alchemy is the word fusion."

After Gu Qingyuan finished speaking, he shook the magic gourd in his hand, and two obscure auras came out of the gourd, and countless dirty, mixed, and unlucky air were expelled. These were the magic powers refined by the demon cultivator, removing impurities and refining the essence.

But he frowned, still not reaching the wonderful state. The method of alchemy is to remove impurities. The so-called impurities are actually things in the elixir that are not compatible with the medicinal properties. They have to be eliminated and discarded by the monks, and either refined into poison or scattered around the world.

Gu Qingyuan gathered the mixed gas of medicine and poison. If he could achieve results, he could make a poison pill. However, he failed in the end. When refining pills, one must make the best use of everything. According to his idea, he should combine the principles of yin and yang, refine the medicinal properties of the herbs until there is not a single bit left, reverse the toxicity and turn it into a tonic, and combine them all into one pill. Only then would it be perfect. However, he failed in the end.

The two streams of energy without impurities flew to the alchemy furnace, and Gu Qingyuan took out the last medicinal ingredient, which was another golden liquid made from the eight major medicines.

With the injection of two obscure auras, the golden medicinal liquids of different colors gradually changed their appearance. They were neither glaring nor dim, and began to converge into the same color.

The Big Sun's True Fire grew stronger and stronger, burning the thick golden liquid again and again. Its aura rose, and in an instant most of it was gone, leaving only the essence of the golden liquid, which became even lighter in color.

The golden liquid kept rolling and rising, leaping out of the cauldron, and then slowly descending. In this process, the color faded. After three rises and three falls, it had turned into a jade color, crystal clear. After another three rises and three falls, it turned into a jade gem, sparkling with light.

Gu Qingyuan started the fire again. The jade bead became clear and rose and fell slowly. After repeating this three times, it was only the size of a fist. When it rose to the top, a wisp of gold seeped out of the jade color, coloring the jade bead. Then a golden pill was formed.

"Returning the essence and moving it, returning the jade liquid to the elixir, returning the golden liquid to the elixir, this is the last step in alchemy. The word 'refining' is important. Alchemy is like refining the Tao, like practicing kung fu. If you have a good understanding, you can comprehend one or two mysteries from my alchemy method, and understand some kung fu, which can be called the true art of ascending yang, or the Lingzhu Yangdan. Do you see it clearly?" Gu Qingyuan asked.

Qi Wuji nodded blankly, as if he understood something, but also as if he could not think of anything and was confused.

"You have seen the elixir and explained the Dao, so you can seek the Dao in the next life. Qi Wuji, you should kill yourself!"

Qi Wuji was stunned, and suddenly understood something. Ignoring the flying knife between his eyebrows, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, raised the blood-marked steel crutch, and with a puff, his body was still there, but his soul was dead, and his true spirit floated away to be reincarnated.

(End of this chapter)