Chapter 149 Zhang Qing's Service

Serving such a fishy meat soup, Zhang Qing said with a bit of uneasiness,
"The smell of these beast meats is too strong. I have tried my best, but I still cannot completely cover it up. Please forgive me, Master."

In fact, Mo Juren had already roasted an iron-toothed bird over a fire to taste it while on the road.

The meat of these monsters, which is rich in spiritual power and blood, does have a strong fishy smell, and this cannot be blamed on Zhang Qing.

Moreover, Mo Juren's purpose was not for the food, but for the spiritual power and blood in it, so he waved his hand and said,
"Don't blame yourself. You've done a good job. These are all ingredients for refining. The taste is secondary. You can go down first."

Zhang Qing's expression then turned happy and he left happily.

Mo Juren quickly devoured the "Dragon and Phoenix Stew" of the wire snake and the iron-toothed bird. He immediately felt the blood boiling in his stomach. He quickly practiced the body-refining formula of the Elephant Armor Skill and absorbed it.

The second-level century-old iron wire snake is indeed not an ordinary item. The energy contained in its meat is several times that of the iron-toothed bird. Waves of qi and blood are continuously transported into the blood.

The fifth level of refining the internal organs has thirty-two bright orifices. Mo Juren has already drawn evil spirits into his body and opened up the twenty-fourth orifice, but he has not felt any obvious changes in his body.

Refining the internal organs, refining the internal organs, perhaps the key is to nourish the five internal organs. Before, we have been focusing on opening up the acupoints, which is a bit missing the point.

Since the meat of these monsters is really useful, then it will be easy.

Next, Mo Juren turned into a big eater and could eat six or seven meals a day, making Zhang Qing busy cooking and stewing meat for him, and he was having a great time.

More than ten days had passed before the snakes had eaten 200 kilograms of meat and more than a hundred iron-toothed birds had been eaten.

After replenishing the root of internal organ refining, Mo Juren felt that the qi and blood in his internal organs were full, as powerful as a surging river and as deep as an endless ocean.

Wave after wave of energy and blood surged, strengthening my body from the inside out. I felt much stronger, and my magic power circulated and recovered more smoothly.

During the period of body training, other training was of course not neglected.

With the help of four times the amount of spiritual energy in the cave, it is imperative to meditate and practice the Golden Light Illumination every day. After all, this is the foundation of cultivating immortals.

During this period, Mo Juren also took the time to study the "Qi Restoring Pill Recipe" that he had previously put aside.

The "ventilation branches" brought back from the Irontooth Bird Forest are the basic materials for refining the Qi-restoring Pill.

Mo Juren transplanted some of the green branches by cuttings into the green space. It seemed that several plants were alive. On the night of the full moon, he could try to ripen and mutate them.

The other old branches without vitality were immediately used to refine vitality-restoring pills.

The so-called recovery pill is a pill that stores a certain amount of magic power in a special way.

When swallowing, you can quickly restore your magic power by directly absorbing the medicinal power in the pill.

The ventilation branches are a kind of spiritual material that can absorb and store magical power like a sponge.

According to the detailed instructions of the pill recipe, the two most important steps in refining the Qi-restoring Pill are purifying the spiritual materials and injecting magic power.

Mo Juren held up a small alchemy cauldron that looked like a "wood stove" and began to follow the recipe step by step.

Out of ten ventilation tree branches, only three were successfully purified into materials, turning into round pill embryos.

The next step is to slowly transfer magic power into the pill embryo with the help of fire power.

This magical power comes entirely from the hands of the alchemist, which means that the energy restored by the Qi-restoring pill is actually just the magical power retained by the alchemist.

With the experience of refining the Bigu Pill, Mo Juren was not unfamiliar with these operations. He quickly injected mana into the pill embryo until he felt that he had touched a limit, then he stopped and collected the pills. One after another, three freshly made Qi-restoring pills were declared successful.

Mo Juren summed up that such a recovery pill is of ordinary quality, each pill requires about one-fifth of the mana, but the recovery effect is only one-tenth.

There should be no difference in the magic power of alchemists. It seems that the effect of the Qi-restoring Pill is related to the purity of the pill embryo and the spiritual materials. This makes Mo Juren look forward to the ventilation tree branches that he will stimulate to grow in the future.

However, refining the Qi-recovering pill is really a "physical job". Just this one batch will take away more than half of the body's magic power.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of spiritual energy in the cave, and Mo Juren can replenish it at any time. Otherwise, if he relies on spirit stones to recover, the recovery pills he refines will definitely be a loss.

During his training, Mo Juren would always sweat profusely when he trained his body, although he had learned the cleansing technique to remove the odor from his body.

But he just liked to go to the hot spring in the courtyard, take a bath like an ordinary person, and enjoy the rare relaxing time of the day.

But in this case, it would be difficult to maintain Mo Juren's appearance all the time.

After all, the leather mask was very delicate and could not be soaked in water for a long time. Moreover, he had to use cartilage skills to hold his body in place all the time, and he could not really relax.

Therefore, when he was practicing, he often revealed Zhang Tie's true appearance, changing from a handsome middle-aged man with elegant demeanor and calm demeanor to a tall, strong, tough and sturdy young man.

Fortunately, Zhang Qing already knew that Mo Juren was an immortal cultivator, so he was not very surprised by these strange changes.

And what was strange was that every time Mo Juren appeared as a handsome middle-aged uncle, Zhang Qing was always very polite and fulfilled her duties as a servant.

But when Mo Juren appeared as a strong young man, Zhang Qing's eyes always flashed with a confused and respectful look, which made Mo Juren, who was always quite proud of his appearance, difficult to understand.

That night, after Mo Juren had trained his body, he soaked naked in the hot spring pool as usual, letting his iron-hard muscles float and relax in the water, closing his eyes and enjoying it.

In the courtyard, the lights are bright, the moonlight is hazy, and the stars are everywhere.

At this time, Mo Juren heard Zhang Qingzheng walking towards him quietly from the hut. She approached slowly, and her low breathing became more and more rapid.

Arriving directly at the hot spring pool, standing in front of Mo Juren, Zhang Qing nervously pulled the things in his hands and said timidly,

"Master, I am here to bring you a bath towel."

Mo Juren opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Zhang Qing holding a white bath towel, saying that it was for Mo Juren, but he was holding it tightly against his chest.

Looking up from below, her thin clothes highlighted her figure, her cheeks were slightly flushed as if she was drunk, her eyes were vague and she dared not look directly at him, and her limbs were tense as if she was trembling.

The beauty under the moon is like jade under the lamp, and she presents herself by the spring with her wet silk clothes.

Seeing this scene, Mo Juren couldn't bear it anymore.

Mo Juren was not a man who stuck to conventions, and the yang in his body had not been relieved for many days, so he immediately had evil thoughts.

He deliberately grabbed the bottom of the bath towel and pulled it, dragging Zhang Qing into the water with his clothes on.

"I am just a widow, and I am old. I hope...I hope the master...will have pity on me..."

Zhang Qing only had time to quickly say this sentence, and then he couldn't say anything else.
"Uh……"

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