After thinking, Feng Xiao was excited and climbed up. He walked along the stone plaza for a while. He saw that there was no guardrail around him. There was only one side close to the mountain wall, and the other three sides were cliffs with nowhere to go. After turning twice, he was hung on the mountain wall with many ancient vines, all of which were as thick as an arm, hanging on the stone plaza.

Here, the mountain wind blows everywhere, and it makes a whirring sound, except for the sound of plants and trees, it is quiet.

Feng Xiao stood beside the ancient vine, looking annoyed, it seemed that he had to put some energy into it again.

After several twists and turns, Feng Xiao was already hungry and furious, so he took out his meat bag, sat on the ground, and swallowed a few.

After taking a few bites, I suddenly saw a light from the sky not far away soaring into the sky, like a stunning rainbow that broke through the sky and shot towards his head. In a blink of an eye, it disappeared into the vast mountain.

Feng Xiao saw this light of escape, and was happy in his heart. He didn't expect that there was indeed an immortal in the mountain. It seemed that there was no wind or wave. The monk was really right. Seeing this, Feng Xiao was energetic, as if he had seen the scene of the immortal pill given to him at this moment.

Thinking of this, he didn't know where he was excited. He immediately grabbed the ancient vine and climbed hard. The ancient vine was covered with barbs and was quite prickly. He felt the palms tingling like fire before he climbed very high. His ragged clothes were also hung in a sliver of cloth, forming strips of cloth.

But at this time, Feng Xiao's mind was full of magic pills, and he didn't care about anything else. Even his strength was three or four more than usual. He grabbed the ancient vine and pedaled seven or eight feet high and climbed up the mountain wall. His palm was also worn off. But he suddenly realized that a broken house was hidden in the night, located in the open space on the top of the mountain.

Although the house has been hit by wind and rain at this moment, it has already been a pile of ruins, but you can still see the glory of the past. There is a broken wind chime on each side of the attic, swaying in the wind, and the bells ring. The surrounding walls have been buried by weeds, and you can't see where the door is.

Feng Xiao wondered, where is this? Why is it so desolate? At this moment, he was disappointed, which was a world of difference from the immortal pavilion and Qiong Tower he had imagined. Not to mention an immortal, he didn't even see a ghost.

The scale of this residual building is quite large. Since it is coming, it is better to go and see it. Feng Xiao remembered that the magical escape light that soared into the sky just now seemed to disappear here, but it was fleeting and didn't look at it.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward and searched around the broken wall for a week. The broken building was at least thirty or forty feet square. Feng Xiao found that the front door was entangled by countless tough ancient vines. He tried to push it twice and couldn't shake it at all. So he found another broken back door, pushed it open, and opened it to create a gap.

Immediately, a strange smell came to my face, and the musty smell was mixed with a few traces of medicine. Feng Xiao knew that this smell was the smell in the medicine shop when he went to the medicine shop for the old Taoist to grab medicine.

Peering at the crack of the door, Feng Xiao opened his eyes wide and looked inward, but it was dark and could not see anything. The door was silent. Apart from the whimpering mountain wind, he was the sound of his heartbeat. He couldn't help swallowing, wiped his sweat from his forehead, pushed the door a little wide, then popped out and looked inside for a while, but let his eyes wide open, and it was still pitch black everywhere. It seemed that even the sound of the wind disappeared in the door. Fighting the bullet, Feng Xiao put his heart out, stepped out, but he didn't expect that the kick would actually be empty. Without a moment of exclaiming, he fell into the door, rolled out, bumping all the way, and it turned out to be a long ladder.

After rolling for a while, Feng Xiao suddenly felt a sharp pain on his head, but he didn't know what he hit. A blue light suddenly appeared behind him, illuminating the sky, and a little brighter. He felt his headache was about to break, his eyes were filled with stars, and a sticky juice flowed down his face. He wiped it with his head, his face was covered with blood.

Then he quickly pulled off his clothes, groped and wrapped around his head for a few times, and moved his limbs. Although he was hit hard, fortunately, the stairs were not long, and he rolled down sideways again, which was nothing serious, but it was naturally inevitable that the skin would be broken and the flesh would be damaged.

I groped to stand up, but turned around and looked, but saw a thick stone door behind me. It was just now that I had knocked open a few inches of the door crack, and the bright blue light shot out through the crack.

Feng Xiao was extremely surprised at this time, and even the pain was seen behind his head. He reached out and pushed open the cold stone door. A strong smell of medicine came to his nose. The stone chamber was not big, only four meters square, and there was a marsh oil lamp hanging on each of the stone walls on all sides. This lamp could remain immortal for a hundred years, which was magical.

The four-meter-square stone chamber was a thick giant cauldron that occupied half of the place. Feng Xiao became more and more surprised when he looked at it. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to stroke the giant cauldron, but unexpectedly, a warm air came through his body, which surprised him.

In theory, this place seems to have been abandoned for at least hundreds of years, so why is this giant tripod still warm? Could it be that there is still a true immortal who has lived for hundreds of years hidden here?

With doubts, he walked around the giant tripod and walked forward a few steps. Suddenly he saw a figure sitting cross-legged on a stone platform behind the giant tripod.

Feng Xiao was gasping for a cold air and almost turned over and fell into the giant cauldron. He looked at the man in horror. After staring at him for a long time, he could not see any movement from the man. Then he plucked up his courage and slowly walked over. When he came closer, he saw an old man wearing a decayed cloth robe, a crane crown, and a book in his hand. The old man was covered with dust, his eyes were closed and his face was shriveled. Judging from the dust, he should have died for a long time.

However, the old man died and did not melt, and a faint fragrance came out, which made Feng Xiao even more puzzled.

Could it be that the immortal who has become an immortal? Feng Xiao thought about it, so he carefully pulled out the book in his hand and spread it out. He wrote the Xuantian Materia Medica Sutra on the cover, signed, Baicaotang, Dannon!

It turned out that the old immortal was named Dannon. When he thought of him, he opened the book, but saw that there were all the names of medicines that were difficult to understand, just like the prescriptions in the medicine shop, bitter and difficult to understand.

Turning through the opening chapter, it also reads: "Those who have obtained this pharmacopoeia will be regarded as entering our school. After the ceremony of becoming a disciple, it will be beneficial!" After turning a few pages, Feng Xiao was completely interested, but he remembered that he was weak and said that he could not cause illness. He gave this book to the medicine shopkeeper to read it, which might be useful. Thinking of this, he rolled the book around his waist.

It seems that this old man should be a medicine and medicine immortal. He should have attained enlightenment. It is reasonable to think about it. He is alone here to refine medicine and practice immortality, and must have endured loneliness that ordinary people cannot understand. Therefore, those who practice immortals and Taoism are most taboo to seven emotions and six desires. Only by eliminating distracting thoughts can they endure loneliness, and eventually become a true body and be included in the immortal class. However, if there are no disciples in this sect to inherit it, it would be a great regret in life.

Feng Xiao was meticulous. Thinking of this, he thought: Since I took other people's things, it would not be an exaggeration to show etiquette. Besides, this old man is a senior cultivating immortal for a hundred years, so it would not be an exaggeration to pay homage to him. After thinking, he softened his knees and knelt down to the ground "thump" and said loudly: "Thank you for the gift of the old immortal. If the old immortal has a spirit in the sky, he can bless Xiaoke to successfully overcome this critical disaster of life and death!" After saying that, he thumped and kowtowed three times in a row.

But unexpectedly, the three sounds were knocked down, and suddenly there was a fragrant breeze blowing from somewhere. It passed between the old man and Feng Xiao. However, the old man's originally desolate eyes were blown by the fragrant breeze, and suddenly a colorful blue dark light shone out. Feng Xiao raised his head and saw this scene. He was stunned and didn't know what was going on.

The green mysterious light shone brightly and instantly shot out. The huge tripod behind Feng Xiao was flowing on the giant tripod for a moment, and halos appeared. Two beams of light shone into one, gradually spreading, covering the giant tripod. Then the giant tripod suddenly collapsed and became smaller and smaller, until it finally became the size of a doll. Then it flashed twice, and there was no movement.

Feng Xiao was stunned. After a while, he came to his senses. He carefully picked up the small tripod in his heart, held it in his palm, and looked at it carefully.

The warm breath penetrated into the skin. Feng Xiao looked at the small green cauldron that was quite unique at this time. He couldn't put it down. After turning it a few turns, he saw behind the cauldron: the four characters of the Divine Wood Dragon Cauldron, and below are a few sentences that urge the magic formula.

Although he knew nothing about the use of the Qing Ding, he knew that this treasure was big or small, and he knew that it was not an ordinary thing. He immediately put it in his arms with the "Xuantian Materia Medica Sutra" and then kowtowed to the old man sitting upright to thank him.

At this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded in his ears. Feng Xiao felt as if the entire dilapidated building had also shaking. He was shocked in his heart. He could only hear loud noises above, and each sound was shocking.
Chapter completed!