"What's your method?"

After a while, Zhang Daoming asked Chen Xia quietly.

He really couldn't understand it.

Chen Xia put away half of the elixir on the spatula and replied: "Turn the pot over and stir-fry."

"But..." Zhang Daoming looked in disbelief and grinned, "But isn't this a cooking technique? How can it also become a pill?!"

The other three people didn't understand it at all and were scratching their heads at the moment. It was estimated that if Chen Xia didn't explain it clearly, they would never want to touch the alchemy path in their lives.

I have worked hard to study alchemy for most of my life, but he, a cook, surpassed me. No one else can accept this.

"Good luck." Chen Xia shrugged and said truthfully.

"If you are lucky, you can make elixirs, and you can also practice this kind of elixirs. Is this still considered the way of elixirs?"

Zhang Daoming's brows were so furrowed that they almost knitted together.

Since ancient times, alchemy sometimes requires a little bit of luck. There is nothing to say about this. After all, luck is also a part of strength.

But Chen Xia’s strength is all about luck.

You might as well just stand here and let the medicinal materials train themselves.

In this way, Zhang Daoming may be more acceptable.

Not in line with alchemy?

Chen Xia also frowned, waved his hand and asked.

"Is the Alchemy Way such an inconvenient thing?"

As a result, Zhang Daoming and the four of them could not reply, because the four of them did not know the way of alchemy very well, otherwise they would not be able to condense a single dao medicine.

As long as it can become a pill, then whatever Chen Xia says is right.

The four of them were speechless and could only look at Chen Xia in confusion, doubting themselves for the first time.

Could this really be considered alchemy?

They really can't understand it, and it's impossible for them to understand it.

After all, the art of using luck to make elixirs is still too advanced for them, and the shock it brings is like shooting primitive people with anti-aircraft guns.

Just crush.

News from Cangtian Sword Sea is transmitted very quickly.

The news of Chen Xia's alchemy had spread throughout half of the sect within two days.

Outstanding talent, a seedling of the great emperor, a genius of alchemy.

These titles hung all over him, clearly distinguishing him from other preparatory disciples.

It's not on the same level at all.

After hearing the news, the emperor thought about it for a long time in the cave. One fine morning, he brought a glazed jade box and planned to give a gift to Chen Xia.

"Heroes cherish heroes, so let us turn jade brocade into fighting and establish a profound friendship."

Chen Xia accepted the gift, saying that there were too many people recently, and asked the emperor to go back and wait for news.

The emperor said goodbye and turned around to leave.

A few days later, Qiu Li also came to the door carrying a box.

In today's preparatory disciple area, who dares not to come and pay homage to Chen Xia's dock?

Even the little elders have to come to give Chen Xia gifts, eager to get Chen Xia's attention.

As the most powerful emperor seedling who can refine Taoist medicine, Chen Xia's future is boundless.

Young elders like them can't afford to offend Chen Xia now, let alone in the future.

But once there are more people, things become more complicated.

Some people saw that it was not easy to please Chen Xia directly, so they turned to the big yellow dog, hoping that the big yellow dog could say a few good words about themselves in front of Chen Xia.

The big yellow dog naturally refuses anyone who comes, so he accepted all the gifts and muttered in front of Chen Xia.

"The mysterious evil spirit is good, clever, scheming, powerful, duplicitous, crossing the river with a reed, saying nothing, besieged on all sides, colorful, seven up and eight down, all ninety-nine are unified, perfect."

"It's okay to breed Baihua from ancient times, it has a big head."

Chen Xia looked at it and asked again, "Is Bai Hua still stingy?"

The big yellow dog was a little surprised, "How do you know, Bai Hua is not poor, so he only gives so few gifts."

What it focuses on is telling the truth.

Chen Xia leaned against the wall and did not dwell on this topic. The big yellow dog could just accept the gift. Anyway, he was a brother who had become a disciple and he didn't care about this.

The big yellow dog's eyes rested on the white jade futon with a longing expression. It also wanted to buy a white jade futon as a doghouse.

Thinking of this, the big yellow dog shook his head and felt that he should work harder. He stood up and went out to receive the gift again.

The noisy dog ​​is gone.

The cave naturally became quiet.

Chen Xia exhaled, leaning against the wall in the shadow, with his consciousness restrained, and went to watch the changes in the small world again.

Two years have passed.

Yun Miao was miserably ostracized by her master's wife and two junior brothers. She no longer had any status in the sect and was imprisoned in the back room, next to her master's coffin.

Junior sister Xia Chan would often come to bring him meals. She was less than five years old, and with a wobbly pace, she walked to the door of the back room with the meal, put down the meal, and knocked gently on the door with her little hand.

Whenever this kind of light knocking sound was heard, Yun Miao knew that it was her junior sister who was coming, so she would smile and quickly go to open the door.

"Senior brother, it's time to eat." Xia Chan said naively.

With a smile on her face, Yun Miao kept saying, "Okay, okay."

Although Yun Miao was imprisoned here on unfounded charges, it would be easy for Yun Miao to leave if she wanted to.

It's just that he was unwilling to accept that the sect that his master had worked so hard to build was destroyed by the three masters and wives, so he stayed here for a long time.

"Quiet, quiet, quiet mind, do nothing, no reason, no thought."

Yun Miao whispered softly.

Xia Chan couldn't understand and asked curiously: "What are you reading, senior brother?"

"It's just a meditation, it's nothing." Yun Miao replied with a smile, and then asked: "Have you bowed to the Great Heavenly Lord today?"

"Bye bye." Xia Chan replied sweetly, her baby-fat little face was very cute, "Chan'er goes to worship the Great Heavenly Lord every day."

"Okay, that's good. The Great Heavenly Lord is the benefactor of the world. As cultivators, we must be grateful in our hearts and prostrate ourselves every day."

Yun Miao answered with a smile, took a bite of the food, put down her chopsticks, and said again.

"When you pass by the main hall later, go and bow to the Great Heavenly Lord."

Xia Chan frowned, "But don't we only need to bow once a day?"

"The more you kowtow twice, the Great Heavenly Lord will naturally like Little Chan'er more." Yun Miao said with a smile.

"Okay, Chan'er will definitely make the Great Heavenly Lord like it." Xia Chan nodded in agreement.

After the meal was finished, Xia Chan took the bowl and chopsticks and wandered away again. Her steps were a little unsteady, but luckily she didn't fall.

Yun Miao tried to help her several times, but she was cursed with a body-destroying curse and could not cross the threshold of the back room.

He sighed, turned to look at the master's coffin, his expression was a little dim, and murmured.

"What would you do?"

In the groggy back room, Yun Miao sat upright and began to recite the Jingxin Jue again.

"Meditation, meditation, meditation, inaction, no reason, no..."

He looked a little painful.

I can't say the last word without thinking.

Confused.

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ps: I’ll start with a small update of 8,000 words. There will be more in the evening, but it will be very late, so everyone should go to bed first and read it again tomorrow morning.
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