Chapter 8 Tracking Mouse

Seven Plum City, Situ Mansion.

"Third brother, what did you say, the lord sent you Mei Wei to Ning Fan for command!" The thin man named Situ in the Situ mansion frowned. He has black hair and demon eyes, but wears a black Buddhist robe and holds a black rosary.

"He wants black grass? And let you ask me for it? Hmph, what a big shelf, let him get it by himself!"

"Second brother, this..." Yuchi looked embarrassed.

But the thin man flicked his sleeves and drove Yuchi out.

Seven Plum City, Nangong Mansion.

"Sir, this is the news the villain asked for..." In the Nangong Mansion, a woman in tights knelt down.

"Hey... this Ning Fan, who gave the lord the medicinal materials for the treatment of poison, I can't see the mystery... The seven kinds of poisonous poisons and the seven tonics of yang are completely opposite in terms of efficacy... This kind of alchemy can really help the lord. Are you making drugs... Lou Lan, you did a good job, let's go down..."

The one named Nangong was a middle-aged man with a soft voice. Looking at the portrait of Ning Fan in his hand, he licked his lips.

"This person, will the sword world send to harm the master..."

Qimei City, Shenxu Pavilion.

"I checked it out? Who is the one who came to buy the 'Millennium Peach Branch' today..." In the Shenxu Pavilion, a demon girl who was in her twenties, with a black gauze on her face, a black tube top and a black skirt, the skirt was somewhat Short, revealing white jade legs.

"As the master expected, the one who bought the 'Millennium Peach Branch' was not Han Yuanji's three gods. With the alchemy level of Nangong and Han Yuanji, they can't use the thousand-year-old medicinal materials... The one who bought this medicinal material was actually a young man who opened up his veins. , it is that Han Yuanji's new apprentice."

"Oh? One layer of pulse creation?"

Holding the portrait of Ning Fan, she became slightly interested.

"What else did he buy?"

"Returning to the master, he also bought a hundred-year-old ice thunder stone and fire and rain flowers."

"The thousand-year-old elixir is used to refine the 'four-turn elixir'. The poison that Han Yuanji is in requires this thing... Ice Thunder Stone and Huoyuhua, these two medicines are incompatible and must not be used as medicine, but according to legends In ancient times, there was a way to make the medicine that does not melt into the elixir... These two medicines were used by Han Yuanji's Mei Wei... not easy..."

This charming and charming demon girl didn't seem to have a trace of cultivation, but just listening to one or two of the names of the medicines, she could guess Ning Fan's motive for buying the medicine. His profound knowledge is not weaker than Ning Fan, who remembered the Immortal Emperor!

Outside the Seven Plum Snow City, a young man in a black robe took the demon bag and released a group of mice, gnashing his teeth.

"Humph! The 'Ding Furnace' raised by this gentleman in the Huanhe Sect has been taken away... That's all, Old Demon Han must not offend the Ding Furnace secretly... As long as the little girl is not broken, No one can see her physique..."

All this, Ning Fan did not know.

As soon as he returned to the Sifan Palace, he brought a large number of elixir and went to the Medicine Refining Pavilion in the palace.

The old devil is known as Han Yaozun, and he is also a famous third-rank alchemist in Yue Kingdom. The medicine cauldron used for alchemy in the Sifan Palace is of very good quality.

Now that Yuchi hadn't delivered the medicinal materials he bought, Lao Mo and Mei Wei couldn't make the antidote, so Ning Fan decided to make some pulse-relieving pills for Xiao Zhihe first.

After all, the higher Zhihe's cultivation level, the better the double cultivation effect. In Ning Fan's heart, he gradually accepted the "Yin-Yang Transformation" dual cultivation technique, and was eager to give it a try.

The 'Bai Mai Dan' is a rank 2 elixir, and many alchemists can refine it.

And the memory of Immortal Emperor's alchemy, the mere second-rank elixir, is not a problem for Ning Fan.

Alchemy with earth fire consumes almost nothing of the alchemist's mana, but Ning Fan has just opened up a layer of mana, and he is still worried that he will not be able to eat it.

""Huang Ting Dan Dao Lu"... Nine turns of the river cart will make you immortal. You don't need to exhaust the scriptures and sit in meditation. A world of Huang Ting Ming, half a pot of plain wine hides the mountains and rivers... The alchemy technique of the Great Emperor of Chaos lies in the 'nine turns of the river cart'..."

Closing his eyes, recalling the memories of alchemy from the ancient times, Ning Fan moved black flames with his fingertips, savoring the wonderful alchemy technique of 'nine turns of the river cart'.

"In ancient times, there were two great alchemists in heaven and earth, one Taishang Laojun and one Yellow Emperor. There were two great alchemy masters... One was 'San Qing Dan Ning', the other was 'Nine Turns of River Cars'..."

He muttered to himself, his fingertips kept on, and circled in front of him with black flames. Tick ​​a circle, and you can refine one-turn pills...

He closed his eyes, thought hard, and after a long time, he drew a circle, and the flames passed without a shadow.

He tasted it repeatedly, and after a stick of incense, he was able to make two circles in a row, and the flame shadow was faintly condensed but not scattered.

After half an hour, he drew three circles in a row, and a moment later, a circle was drawn in front of him.

The next moment, he was suddenly out of breath, opened his eyes hastily, and was silent.

The fifth circle can't be drawn, perhaps because Ning Fan's realm is too low... But if he can draw four circles, he is enough to refine the four-turn elixir. With alchemy alone, I am afraid that no one in Yue Kingdom can compare.

"Open the furnace, alchemy!"

He slapped the lid of the tripod, threw the medicinal herbs, and used his meager mana to arouse the icy fire, and began to concoct a full length of alchemy.

An hour later, ten medicinal herbs were refined and destroyed, and only three pots of medicinal herbs were refined, each pot containing ten pills.

His face was pale, the mana he had just recovered was exhausted, and his mind was even more exhausted.

The seven medicinal herbs were destroyed, not because of Ning Fan's lack of skill, but because of his lack of mana. The moment he became a pill, he couldn't hold back his firepower, so he often failed.

The second-turn pill has failed so much, Meiwei's third-turn antidote, and the old demon's fourth-turn antidote, I'm afraid they won't be able to refine it at all, unless I increase my mana first...

Ning Fan hurriedly returned to the bedroom after filling thirty pulse-reducing pills in a jade bottle.

Outside the room, he stopped abruptly, because inside the room, the sound of water could be faintly heard.

The little girl, taking a bath, humming a rumor, seems to be in a good mood.

"Should I go in or not... If Zhi He was bigger, I would like to wash with her..." Ning Fan held the medicine bottle, turned around, touched his nose, but shook his head and smiled.

He doesn't care about ethics and morals, he just doesn't want to leave a shadow on the little girl.

He looked at the rising moonlight, and for a while, he missed his hometown. Wu State, Haining Ning's home, is thousands of miles away. The younger brother, Ning Gu, was trapped in the Tianli Demon Sect. How could he kick the Demon Sect and rescue his younger brother.

"Heaven is my wife, earth is my concubine... Hehe, I never thought that one day I would become a magician..."

He is a young man, but he has the sadness of the Immortal Emperor seeing through the red dust. Under the moon, he floats like a fairy. But what he said caused a cold snort from a woman outside the wall.

"Hmph, 'Heaven is my wife, the earth is my concubine', Han Yuanji's apprentice, what a big tone..."

This female voice is not delicate, but with a sassy and heroic spirit, her voice is like a sword, and it pierces Ning Fan's eardrums.

Then, there was the sound of footsteps of the woman walking away.

Ning Fan frowned. Sifan Palace is the forbidden palace of the old devil, and ordinary people can't come in at all. The old devil never got his hands on women, what kind of woman actually entered the Sifan Palace and called the old devil by his name?

He wanted to chase out of the courtyard to find out what happened, but before he took a few steps, a scream from Zhihe suddenly came from the bedroom.

"Ah! Help!"

His complexion changed drastically, he ignored the strange woman before, and hurriedly pushed the door into the bedroom.

In the room, there is a wooden basin with plum blossoms floating in the water. Zhihe was bathing before, but now he jumped out of the wooden tub, stood naked on the couch, and looked at the ground in horror.

"Old... mouse... Brother Fan, save me!"

Her loli-like beauty was pitiful and full of fear, making Ning Fan wonder whether to laugh or cry.

After all, Zhi He also stayed in the Demon Sect for three years. Although he didn't have the slightest cultivation base, he had finally seen the monk, and he was afraid of rats.

But when he thought about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Sifan Palace was built in Qimei Bingcheng, a place of repairing demons. How can ordinary mice survive?

He stared at the underground mouse, his eyes cold.

This rat is white-skinned and purple-eyed, and it is not an extraordinary rat, but a 'tracing rat'. In the memory of the Great Emperor Chaos, many low-level monks like to use this kind of rat to track people.

Zhihe has no cultivation base, and no one will follow him, so the person who released this rat must want to control his tracks.

The old devil won't be so boring. With a swipe of his divine sense, the entire Seven Plum City can clearly perceive it.

Those who can use this rat are mostly low-cultivation cultivators who have not developed spiritual senses.

In other words, it is a spiritual cultivator who has spiritual thoughts, but does not dare to scatter spiritual thoughts without authorization!

"Someone wants to deal with me? Are you courting death..." Ning Fan sneered, pointing out, a ray of black flame shot at the rat's body, burning it to death.

He walked to the couch, but Zhihe burst into tears and jumped into his arms.

"Brother Fan, I'm so afraid... That year, that year my brother's corpse was eaten up by this kind of mouse... a large group with purple eyes..."

She was trembling in Ning Fan's arms. She's not afraid of mice, she's just afraid of that memory.

Ning Fan frowned, as if he could hear some doubts in Zhihe's words. Tracking rats don't eat human flesh, and they don't live in groups... How could Zhihe's brother be killed by a group of tracking rats... A group of tracking rats appeared at the same time, and most of them were raised by cultivators... Tracking rats are expensive, and they are generally used by cultivators. , I can't afford to support a group of them... Why would there be a cultivator who commanded a group of stalking rats and killed brother Zhihe's corpse...

Or, the one who released the stalking rat was not against Ning Fan at all, but against Zhihe? However, Zhihe is a mortal, is it possible to be targeted?

Ning Fan couldn't figure it out, Immortal Emperor's memory was not everything. UU reading www.uukanshu. com If his cultivation base reaches the spiritual fusion stage, he can make a fortune about who will deal with him, but it seems that he can't do it at present.

"Yeah... Brother Fan, when did you come in... You, let me go, you hold me like this, I become so strange..."

With just a random hug, Zhi He's little face turned an abnormal blush.

In her eyes, there is a charm that does not belong to the spirit-melting demon!

The charm made Ning Fan suddenly lose his mind. After his eyes returned to clarity, he instantly understood something, and was shocked.

"Zhihe is actually 'naturally charming'! Some people have taken a fancy to Zhihe and want to keep it as a cauldron!"

Born to be charming, she is a concubine that many masters dream of. A woman born with a charming bone, if she keeps her body like jade, it is difficult to see that she has a charming bone, but once her body is broken, the charming bone will gradually appear... One day is not happy, and one day is disturbed. Unhappy for ten days, powerless like cotton. If you don't enjoy it for a hundred days, you will surely die.

Is this the reason why Zhihe was caught in the Huanhe Sect?

He was startled, his arms unconsciously exerted force, hugging Zhihe even tighter. Zhihe's eyes were blurred, and his physique was attacked. Almost lost consciousness.

"Brother Fan... I'm so uncomfortable... Help me..." Zhi He blurted out.

"..." Ning Fan's brows furrowed, Zhihe's constitution broke out, there was only one way to help her...

He sighed deeply and gently pushed Zhihe down. He originally wanted to wait for Zhihe to grow up, but... but it seemed that he couldn't wait.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here..." Ning Fan sighed in the red tent of Chunxiao.