Hot!

hot!

hot!

What's more difficult than being hot is feeling tired.

Although I had simulated refining the elixir hundreds of times in my mind, I had only tried it a few times, and even then, it ended in failure.

Now that everything was truly prepared, Zhou Yan realized how difficult it was only after the actual operation.

Just for tempering the medicinal materials, the heat is very difficult to control.

Not to mention the timing selection in the process of matching monarchs, ministers, and envoys, and the selection of methods to create elixirs.

In the refining process, if you make one wrong step, all your efforts will be wasted.

Sometimes refining a furnace of pills is much more difficult for Zhou Yan than holding a heavy ruler and actually fighting a mountain beast.

"Concentrate and collect elixirs, which should not be underestimated either. A person who walks a hundred steps is half as good as ninety. Are you still in the mood to have random thoughts?"

At this moment, a dull voice said.

Zhou Yan's eyes condensed and he immediately got rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind.

The thumb, index finger, and middle finger of the right hand are brought together to form a phoenix tail shape.

The energy in his body stirred up, and his palm, which was originally as white as jade, swelled a few points and turned into dark red, like gold and iron.

At this moment, the lid on the alchemy furnace began to move.

The first wisp of white smoke rises from the relief of the white crane's beak on the cover.

Seeing the opportunity, Zhou Yan reached forward with his right hand, and his palm immediately turned into phantoms. He didn't care that the furnace body was hot, and he poked and slapped it, making dozens of marks in succession.

After a dozen breaths, the movement of the alchemy furnace stopped.

The eyes of the bright-winged white crane on the stove lid turned red at some point, and a wisp of fragrance like grass rose from the bird's beak.

"The pill is done."

Seeing this sign, Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Open the alchemy furnace carefully.

Three swollen green pills slipped out of it.

There are three lines faintly visible on the Danbi.

The Three-Line Qingling Pill, the top among all pills, has a different physical constitution after taking it. After taking it by Grandmaster Yiguan Wufu, his physique can quickly rise to the peak.

Even the second master level has great benefits.

The only drawback is that there is a high probability of self-immolation in the body, which can range from internal heat to internal organ trauma.

But no matter what, it is a first-class elixir anywhere in the world. If the side effects are not too great, even ordinary elixirs cannot compare with it.

Zhou Yan carefully put the three elixirs into the jade bottle and put them into the empty stone ring.

"Yes, being able to refine the Green Spirit Pill is enough to show that your alchemy skills have reached the peak of ordinary people. Once you become a Grand Master, you can try to refine the Earth Pill.

It's been like this for two years, I was right about your talent."

The dull voice echoed in my ears again.

"Without the cultivation of his master, Zhou Yan would not be able to do this."

Zhou Yan said with a solemn expression.

The dull voice was silent for a few breaths.

"If you hadn't rescued me from the cliff, maybe I would have sunk into the earth and never seen the light of day."

Zhou Yan didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and continued to wipe the alchemy furnace.

He is preparing to refine another batch of elixirs.

It is also called Qingling Pill.

The name of the elixir is very similar to the previous one, with only one word difference.

In fact, the latter is indeed an auxiliary drug for the former, which can greatly reduce the probability of its side effects.

Seeing Zhou Yan like this, his dull voice seemed a little unbearable.

"Let's take a rest."

Zhou Yan paused in wiping the alchemy furnace, and finally sighed.

"Master,...time waits for us."

When he said this, the scene seemed to appear in front of him again.

Everything you can see is black mist.

The land is cracked, the wilderness is weedy, the mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water. It seems like another world.

And people like him, fighting with their lives one by one, can only be buried in the loess in the end and die in the roar of beasts.

In his opinion, any normal person would feel sad and sad when seeing that scene.

After all, things harm their own kind, let alone people?

"This matter is not something you can handle for the time being. Even if you have contact with Wangjing, after all, this is Huaizhou and it is too far away."

The voice didn't know what to say, but in the end it just said this sentence.

"I even suspect that maybe this matter was done by people from Huaizhou, or even high-level officials in the state."

Zhou Yan fell silent again and did not speak. He just wiped the alchemy furnace faster.

The dull voice said no more.

Because he knew that his cheap disciple had made up his mind.

In fact, he is ruthless when he should be ruthless, and resorts to petty tricks when he should be ruthless. However, he is stubborn in the face of big right and wrong that ordinary people cannot imagine. Isn't this kind of nature what he values?

Otherwise, if it had been anyone else, he would not have worked so hard, devoted himself to teaching, and passed on all he had learned.

"The most important thing to pay attention to when refining the Qingling Pill is the tempering of the Qingling Grass. A little more heat will make it thicker, and a little less heat will make it thin, so it needs to be tempered for nine times..."

As if not talking about the previous matter at all, the dull voice began to explain softly the refining of the Qingling Pill.

A smile appeared on Zhou Yan's face.

While wiping the alchemy furnace, he kept the various tips in mind.

If outsiders saw this scene, they would be extremely surprised.

Because from beginning to end, Zhou Yan was the only one in the yard.

It was as if he was talking to himself.

Hula.

It's the New Year's Day, and the cold air penetrates my heart.

This year's winter is, for some reason, colder than in previous years.

At this time, both sides of the spacious official road were faintly covered with a layer of white frost. When the cold wind blew, it blew on people, like a knife thrown towards them.

It's straight to the bone.

An ordinary carriage was speeding along the official road.

The cart was driven by two nag horses, the kind that were so old that their eyes were cloudy and their bellies were as bloated as water bags.

The style of the carriage is also ordinary, and the mottled marks on it all show its age.

Qingshi opened a corner of the curtain, carefully observed the external situation, and then immediately put it down.

This is already the eighteenth time within one stick of incense.

Evaluations occur every two minutes.

No wonder he was cautious.

They have suffered too much since being hunted by the Black Buddhism.

No matter where they fled, the other party could always find them, appear suddenly, and kill them suddenly.

First they were those who were in the Destiny Realm, then they were half-step masters. Last time, even the masters were sent out.

If it weren't for the kindness within the temple and the help from several brother temples and other temples, they would have been killed by others long ago.

But even so, they could only flee like bereaved dogs.

For the present plan, the only solution would be to escape to Huaiping.

After all, as the capital of a state, where the imperial court was the most powerful, he didn't believe that the black Buddhist monsters would dare to do whatever they wanted.

But what Qingshi doesn't understand is how Brother Qingye, whose strength is no greater than that of Fang Fang's breakthrough master, got into trouble with those monsters from the Black Buddhism.

Wasn’t he on duty in a foreign land?
To be continued...