"Forget it, since you are so sincere, I will go there myself." Zhuo Bufan said to himself.

Originally, he wanted Yun Menghan to come to his door to make elixirs, but now that he saw Yun Menghan's dedication, he decided to change his mind.

A week later, Zhuo Bufan asked for a few days off from school and boarded a plane flying to the southwest the next day.

As soon as he got off the plane, a cold rain hit him, making the air extremely refreshing and comfortable. When he walked out of the airport, Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but take two greedy breaths.

"The air here is so fresh!" Zhuo Bufan said.

"Hmph! Of course, that damn place in Beijing is polluted like a hell. Naturally, it can't compare to this place with abundant natural spiritual energy. If it weren't for my elixir, you think it's just the alchemy spit you have mastered.

By adopting this method, you can advance to the foundation building stage! What a joke!" Mr. Xu jumped out and first showed off his erudition, and then attacked Zhuo Bufan to commend his contribution.

"Tch! You can't eat your elixir. Keeping it is a waste. It's just right to use it to serve the people." Zhuo Bufan raised his head and countered, he didn't care what Mr. Xu said.

"You brat, you rarely come out, but you have to argue with me!" Mr. Xu was getting angry.

"Afan, you have to respect the elderly. It's very rude of you not to respect the old and love the young!" Mo Xiaoye supported Mr. Xu.

"Oh, our Xiaoye is the best to me." Upon hearing this, Mr. Xu immediately took advantage of the situation and his eyes widened with a smile.

"Haha, do you want me to give up my seat on the bus every day and help the old lady cross the street?" Zhuo Bufan muttered impatiently to himself, then waved his hand to hail a taxi and said absently: "To Nanshan! Cang'er Haiyun Family!"

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When he arrived, Yun Menghan clearly stated the location of his home on the paper crane, so Zhuo Bufan was not worried that he would not be able to find the place.

"Where are you talking about?" The driver asked in surprise as if he was not familiar with this place.

"Nanshan, Storm's End Castle, Cang'erhai Yunjia! Why don't you know the road?" Zhuo Bufan was surprised.

"We know, we know, of course we know, Nanshan Cang'er Lake, Storm's End Castle, right?" The driver, a man in his thirties, immediately replied after hearing Zhuo Bufan's question, and then whispered to himself while driving.

He muttered to himself: "Another idiot fan who thinks that the fairy tale movies are real! There is something really wrong with the children nowadays!"

If it wasn't for the sake of making more money, the driver brother would have kicked Zhuo Bufan out of the car based on his own conscience. Do you really take the TV series "Sword and Fairy" seriously?

When Zhuo Bufan overheard this sentence, he was stunned and felt something was wrong.

Could it be that the Cang'er Haiyun family is difficult to find?

Zhuo Bufan had a strange thought, and after the taxi started, he started a day's journey. He took Zhuo Bufan to the outskirts of the city for two rounds, and then the driver relied on their awareness of the road under their noses and jumped onto the highway.

The highway goes straight to the mountains in the south.

Nanshan is, of course, the high mountain in the south! Moreover, there is indeed a castle there, but I don’t know if it’s called Storm’s End.

Of course, there is also a big lake there, a very big lake, and some people call it the sea! As for whether it is Cang'er Lake, the driver doesn't care!

He only thought that Zhuo Bufan was just a kid who came to watch the excitement after watching a TV series. He didn't care whether Zhuo Bufan could find the place or not. In short, as long as Zhuo Bufan didn't disappear, it was none of his business.

Half a day later, after passing through several mountain villages and running through several miles of bumpy roads, it seemed that we had arrived at a lively mountain town. The driver finally stopped the car and asked Zhuo Bufan to pay hundreds of RMB.

, and go away.

"Damn! It must be the illegal driver!" Before Zhuo Bufan could speak, Mr. Xu had already jumped out and yelled.

"Hey, you also know this term?" Zhuo Bufan was surprised. Although he was still a little dizzy, he still suppressed his discomfort and said.

"Nonsense, you think my TV series is for nothing! Bah, it's so bad, you're going to get motion sickness again!" Mr. Xu gave Zhuo Bufan a disdainful eye roll. Ever since Zhuo Bufan's sword-sickness accident, several people knew that

Zhuo Bufan has a problem, he likes to feel dizzy.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is a fear of heights and physical imbalance. This is also a small shortcoming of people who are born as psychics. Because refining alchemy consumes too much mental energy, plus the negative value of soul merit, it is a sequelae.

"Haha." Mo Xiaoye snickered and interrupted at the right time, "Mr. Xu, don't you love watching opera programs the most? When is it time to watch TV series?"

"I just started reading it recently. I really can't understand it at all." Mr. Xu said.

"You're still reading if you don't understand!" Zhuo Bufan scolded, old guy, why are you pretending to understand if you don't understand!

"Why, no, I can't even pretend to understand!" Mr. Xu said as if you don't care about me. At the beginning of the journey, Mr. Xu was very unhappy. Regarding this trip to alchemy, Mr. Xu

He didn't agree, but Zhuo Bufan insisted on coming, so he had no other choice but to sulk and look away.

"Damn!" Zhuo Bufan was speechless and stopped bothering Mr. Xu. He knew that Mr. Xu had a knot in his heart and it was not the right time to mess with him now. He might need help from others later.

There are many houses in the small town and there are also many people. Fortunately, the Yun family can be called an aristocratic family and should have a long history. It must not be troublesome to find out. The driver brought Zhuo Bufan here based on his intuition. This is actually what he guessed.

But whether it is true or not, you have to go in and find out in person to know.

After many inquiries, before dark, Zhuo Bufan finally found a quaint manor built on the mountain on the edge of the town.

The manor is very large. Although you can't see the buildings and area inside, the long walls that surround the manor for several miles let people know that the size inside is absolutely shocking. It is no exaggeration to say that it can be

It’s a castle!

The huge vermilion copper door is not a modern structure, but is made according to the structure of the vermilion door of a wealthy family in ancient times. The two doors are weather-proof and block everything outside the world, bringing people to the door.

There is an inexplicable sense of heaviness and mystery, as if history has settled here.

Seeing such a building and comparing it with the poverty of the villages along the way, Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt that building such a building was a crime!

Although history stayed here for a moment, it did not stop in the end. Gein cultivators never cared about the life and death of ordinary people, at least they did not appear in the troubled times in history.

Zhuo Bufan knocked on the door hard and sighed.

"Well, boy, don't overturn a boatload of people with one pole. We alchemists have appeared in history many times." Mr. Xu saw Zhuo Bufan's remembrance of the autumn wind and autumn rain here, and couldn't help but defend his profession.

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"Alchemists have appeared in history? Why didn't I know!" The speaker was not Zhuo Bufan, but Shen Huang. As the erudite Master Shen Huang, he was knowledgeable about the past and present, and had learned everything from the past to the present. He had knowledge of five hundred years and five hundred years.

For years, no book or knowledge could be hidden from him.

"Hmph! How do you, a lunatic, know the mystery of our alchemy masters? Many of the national masters and warlocks who appeared in the history of various countries were our alchemy masters." Mr. Xu snorted.

"Oh, it turns out that those guys who brought disaster to the country and the people are you alchemists! No wonder you alchemists were punished by God! You don't dare to appear in history again." Zhuo Bufan mocked in a strange way.

"Bah! Brat, what do you know? We alchemists are really concerned about the country and the people. We want to do real big things and go against fate. But unfortunately, how can the national destiny be changed? The more we think about it,

If you want to reverse it, the fate of the country will be put into a worse situation! Do you really think that the alchemist is a guy with no surname!" Mr. Xu said angrily, as if he had a lot of anguish but it was clear in his words.

"The so-called way of heaven is to make up for the deficiencies by making up for the excess! If you want to change one party, the other party must be damaged. The alchemist appeared in the court as a sorcerer, and the refined elixir seemed to extend the lives of some people.

But in fact, it hastened their death! Especially those who hold the power of the state!"

"What are you talking about? This is the first time I've heard this theory. It's nonsense. Then, the elixir you refined will kill people!" Zhuo Bufan retorted.

Although he didn't want to believe how powerful this old magic stick was, Zhuo Bufan still knew very well about Mr. Xu's elixir.

"That's right! My elixir can kill people!" Unexpectedly, just after Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, Mr. Xu admitted it himself.

"Uh!" Zhuo Bufan was stunned. This old guy never allowed others to talk about his elixirs, especially their effects.

"Who died?" Zhuo Bufan.

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After a long while, Mr. Xu replied stiffly: "Myself!"

"You! You are not joking!" Zhuo Bufan shouted loudly, and even Mo Xiaoye and Shen Huang's spirits fluctuated.

"You never said that!" Zhuo Bufan screamed, but he was answered with silence. Zhuo Bufan suddenly realized that how could Mr. Xu say such a thing!

"You, didn't you say you couldn't survive the calamity? How could you have died by taking elixirs?" Zhuo Bufan said in disbelief, his voice trembling.

"Haha, my merits are perfect, but in the end I can't survive the tribulation. Why do you think it is?" Mr. Xu finally said something he had hidden for a long time.

Yes, with perfect merit and unparalleled magical powers, even Chen Yuan, a junior in the Yuanying stage, can easily fight against the divine thunder, let alone Mr. Xu, who has reached the Great Consummation stage in the Yuanying stage?

"So, Mr. Xu, when you were going through the tribulation, you took your own elixir to counteract the tribulation, but you didn't expect that the problem ended up with the elixir!" Mo Xiaoye interjected.

"Yes, I have refined that elixir for many people and saved many people, but in the end, I couldn't save myself, and became the biggest culprit of my own death! Because the karmic consequences of saving others are

In the end, it was all retribution on me!"

"Now, you know why I'm afraid of you refining the elixir and giving it to others!" Mr. Xu said word by word.
Chapter completed!