The scholar looked at our eager expressions and couldn't help but smile, "Are you really so anxious? Maybe immortality is not what you think, maybe it will be worse."
What are you talking about? There is nothing wrong with living forever.
Do you not want to make elixirs for us? Do you think there is no immortality elixir at all? All these are lies. You must know that even the emperor cannot achieve immortality.
Thinking of this, I have calmed down. Could it be that this scholar is dressed up as a modern person who is very nostalgic? Or someone is joking. But it doesn't look like, who would dress up like an ancient person in this barren mountain to make fun of it?
The cost is inevitably too high.
At this time, the scholar said, "Since you really want it, I will refine it for you early tomorrow morning."
When the words fell, Jia Dao couldn't help shouting, "The Immortal treats us like this, what can you tell us to do? We can only repay the Immortal's kindness with our brains shattered and our bodies shattered into pieces."
Jia Dao said a lot of similar things, which were so disgusting that I no longer want to write them down. In short, Jia Dao said the most flattering words in the world, and Xu Huizhu and I couldn't help but blush.
The scholar who looked very calm was even more embarrassed. Even the scholar who served us tea couldn't help but chuckle. This was the first time I discovered that Jia Dao was not a stubborn donkey, but his eloquence was actually
This is good.
By this time, the sky was already getting brighter, and I felt a little relieved.
Why? Because it is said that ghosts are active at night, and they will disappear as soon as it gets dark. At this time, not only did the scholar talk to us calmly, but even the book boy brought us breakfast with a smile on his face.
Breakfast is very simple, just rice porridge and fried steamed bun slices. But these are more to our liking. The barbecue roe deer, goat, and beef and other sauce meats we have eaten at Mengtian's place in the past two days have made us miss light food. Plus
I ran away in the dark night, and I was so hungry that my heart was pressed to my chest. The porridge was very soft and glutinous, and the steamed buns were fried to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, which was very delicious.
Because Jia Dao heard that the scholar promised to make elixirs for us, he was in a surprisingly good mood and even ate a lot of porridge and steamed buns.
There is a door on the left and right sides of this house. The one on the left is the living quarters, and behind the door on the right is where the alchemy is made.
After the scholar had finished eating with us, he bowed deeply to us and said, "I'm going to make alchemy!" Then he went to the alchemy room on the right to make alchemy without any arrogance.
Originally, we wanted to go and see it together, but the scholar refused.
If we think about it, can we understand it? After all, the method of refining the elixir of immortality must be a very obscure secret that is not passed down. Naturally, outsiders like us cannot go there.
I had nothing to do, so I read the scholar's books.
The so-called scholar is naturally a person who reads, but this scholar has a lot of books. There are many books densely packed on the simple bookcases attached to the wall, and there are even many books piled on the floor.
When it comes to books, they cannot actually be regarded as modern books. Today’s books are all made of paper. When it comes to books written by scholars, according to the true definition, they should be called slips.
The so-called bamboo slips, to put it bluntly, are thin pieces of bamboo with written characters connected in series with thin ropes. It is very inconvenient to roll a book with only a few words into a large bundle. There are not many complete bamboo slips in existence.
, most of the slips preserved in the museum are incomplete, but the slips here are not only large in number, but also intact.
Xu Huizhu and Jia Dao also came over to watch. Xu Huizhu looked at it carefully and said to me, "This is the Book of Songs."
Jia Dao and I were both surprised, "What? Do you understand this kind of writing?"
Xu Huizhu smiled and said, "I don't know much."
It turned out that Xu Huizhu's father, Xu Sihai, was a wealthy businessman. Like the master, he had no education. Therefore, after having Xu Huizhu, his only precious daughter, he attached great importance to the training of Xu Huizhu. In addition to practicing martial arts, he also paid more attention to Xu Huizhu's culture.
of cultivation.
In the words of Xu Sihai, "We don't have much culture, but we can't let our children have no culture. We don't want to imitate foreign aristocrats, we just want to learn our own things."
Therefore, a group of scholars with oriental culture were invited by Xu Sihai to serve as Xu Huizhu's tutors. One of them was a famous calligraphy teacher. That famous person happened to have a special liking for seal script, and what was written on the slip happened to be
Small seal script, so Xu Huizhu recognized the small seal script on many bamboo slips.
Seeing that Xu Huizhu recognized the words on the slip, Jia Dao looked around and whispered, "Miss Xu, take a closer look. Maybe there is a recipe for refining the elixir of longevity here."
Xu Huizhu smiled and said, "How is it possible? If there really is such a secret recipe, no one would put it here casually." Even though he said this, he still started to read the book.
After the scholar entered the alchemy room, he did not come out for eight days.
We wanted to go out to relax, but the book boy stopped us. The book boy said that it was dangerous outside, so it would be better to wait until the elixir was prepared, and after taking it, there would be no restrictions.
When we heard that it made sense, we decided not to go out.
With nothing to do, Xu Huizhu looked through the slips one by one and found that they were just some Book of Songs or biographies recording the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, as well as books by various schools of thought. Many of the books had names that we had not even heard of.
Passed by, time passed by like this little by little.
Our food, clothing, housing and transportation are all taken care of by the book boy. After the book boy takes care of our meals, he will bring meals to the scholar as usual.
Every time the book boy opened the door of the alchemy room, we would see thick smoke billowing from the alchemy room. It didn't look like alchemy, but like a fire. From time to time, thick smoke floated into the room, and the smell of smoke was very pungent.
Bad smell.
The moment the scholar opened the alchemy room, the scholar could no longer be seen in the thick smoke.
I looked inside the alchemy room and couldn't help but laugh, "Jia Dao, you don't need to learn how to make alchemy anymore. Didn't you see the scholar's alchemy room?"
"What's wrong?" Jia Dao didn't realize it for a moment.
"Before you finish practicing the elixir, you will probably be suffocated to death by carbon dioxide." I said with a smile.
Xu Huizhu couldn't help but laugh. While laughing, she said with some curiosity, "I didn't expect the smoke from alchemy to be so big. I always thought that when I was refining alchemy, it was just the fairy wind blowing, and there were bursts of light smoke. But looking at the scholar's movements, it seemed like there was something going on."
Create a big fire."
I nodded in agreement, but Jia Dao disagreed, "What do you two know? Immortals have their own ways, and you must not underestimate them." His face was serious, and Xu Huizhu and I couldn't bear to tease him.
On the ninth day, the scholar came out of the alchemy room. When Xu Huizhu and I saw him, we couldn't help but become happy.
It turns out that the scholar is no longer the same as when we came here on the first day, and his elegant temperament is gone.
The scholar's slate-gray gown had several holes burned by the fire. The big white goose-wing feather fan in his hand was left with only bare stems and feathers without feathers. His hair had also been singed, and the strangest thing was that his face had been burnt black.
.
Xu Huizhu and I scratched our heads. We really couldn't figure out how he did it. If an uninformed person saw this image, they would think that the scholar was an African friend who escaped death after a severe fire.
Jia Dao glared at me hard, then ran to the scholar to ask questions, "Shangxian, how is the elixir refining going?"
The scholar opened his dark mouth and said, "Well, it's very good. It's ready. Wait a while, wait for the temperature of the fire to drop, take out the elixir and you can eat it."
"When the time comes, will we be able to live forever after taking the elixir?" Jia Dao asked worriedly.
The scholar was a little displeased, "Do you even need to ask? That's of course."
"Oh, Immortal, I have really worked hard for you this time. Thank you very much!" Jia Dao was at a loss when he heard that he would live forever. His gratitude was beyond words. This was his sincere gratitude.
"Don't call me an immortal!" The scholar seemed very dissatisfied with Jia Dao's title.
"But what should I call you?" Jia Dao couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
The scholar snorted, "You call me Lu Sheng!"
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