I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 143 Alchemy
Mi Bayue guessed the lectures based on the name on the sign beside the school door, even if she guessed wrong and went to the wrong door, it didn't matter, it was all about listening to the lectures, and she thought it would be a good thing to listen to any one.

The moment he opened the door and entered, there was a faint movement from the disciple order hanging around his waist.

As soon as Mi August felt it, she realized that two credits were missing.

According to the usual conversion rate between academy credits and spirit crystals, that means this lecture is worth forty spirit crystals?
—Knowledge is expensive.

This thought came to Mi August again.

There are already several disciples sitting in the school.

These people knew each other. Before Mi August entered the door, they were sitting together discussing what they had learned yesterday. They didn't pay attention to the sound of the door opening at first, until they saw Mi August walking in.

"...how did she come here?"

In front of Mi Augustue, an old student was so surprised that he blurted out.

It was a coincidence that among these few people was the disciple who was doing credit tasks in Shengsheng Pavilion yesterday afternoon.

I don’t know that Mi August went to Shengsheng Pavilion yesterday, but she was still wondering, “Did she go to the wrong door?”

The old disciple who had seen Mi Augustue's skillful handling of medicinal materials had a complex look on his face. He didn't think that Mi Augustue said that he had gone to the wrong place, "Looking at her expression, I am sure that I am on the right path."

"It's only been a few days since school started, and you dare to go to Dan school. There are so many credits that there is no place to spend them."

"Maybe she has confidence."

"Dong Sheng, what's the matter with you, keep talking for her."

The old student known as Dong Sheng shook his head, "...I will talk to you in detail after school."

Anyone who met Mi August in the task room of Shengsheng Pavilion yesterday would not doubt her foundation of alchemy.

Mi August had already found an open place to sit down.

When the morning bell rings, it can be clearly heard inside the house, but only the sound of the morning bell can be heard, and no other external sounds can come in.

Mi August tried to hear it in a whisper, but it was useless.

Follow-up disciples continued to come in, including Liu Tian whom Mi August met yesterday.

Liu Tian was slightly startled when she saw Mi August, and greeted her, "Good morning, junior sister."

"Morning Senior Sister Liu." Mi August replied.

The relationship between the two is just like this at present, and it would be false to say anything more.

Ten morning bells are over.

All the disciples in the room had already sat down, and as far as the eye could see, there was only one freshman, Mi August.

It was clearly the time for the class to start, but the teacher who gave the lecture was nowhere to be seen.

The old students in the room looked surprised.

At this time, the censer on the table of the teacher in the center ignited spontaneously, and the medicinal fragrance permeated with the smoke, and soon the whole room was enveloped by this calming fragrance.

Mi August saw the smoke forming a shadow, which was similar to the small cauldron she used, and began to show the process of one person making alchemy.

No one spoke, and the old students all watched intently, for fear of missing any details.

The same goes for Mi August.

After all, it was a class bought by Forty Spirit Crystals.

As time passed, Fu Ying disappeared after only one demonstration, and even most of the medicinal fragrance in the air dissipated. According to this dissipating speed, it would probably be completely consumed in a short time.

And now, less than half of the morning school has passed.

Some of the veteran disciples meditated, some discussed together, some paid out of their own pockets and took out herbs to practice on the spot, and some even took out "Beginners" and began to read softly.

In the eyes of other people, Mi August who was sitting there without doing anything looked a little helpless and pitiful.

"Everyone came here like this. She was lucky that she didn't meet the teacher to assign homework."

A few of the old students talked about Mi August in low voices. Except for Liu Tian and Dong Rong, they all felt that Mi August came to the alchemy class because he was arrogant and asking for trouble.

In fact, Mi August, who seemed to have no idea what to do, was not as at a loss as they thought.

She stared at the censer on the teacher's desk, thinking about the principle and replicability of this thing.

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open at this moment.

All the voices disappeared completely at this moment, and every disciple immediately sat upright.

Until a laugh sounded, "Huh? I have a new disciple today."

It turned out that it was the alchemy teacher who was giving lectures, not the strange talk that randomly checked the classroom.

Mi August felt the gaze falling on her body, she looked up and saw a tall and thin man in a blue-gray gown.

Other old students in the room called each other respectfully, "Master Zhou."

Mi August is as good as others.

Zhou Hai smiled and walked to the teacher's seat in the center and sat down.

The seating method of Danxue classroom is different from that of Zenghua Plaza. Everyone sits in a circle, and the teacher is in the center of the circle.

In this way, every disciple present can clearly see the teacher's teaching.

"Well, what I saw earlier was the refining of Boiling Blood Pill? Then tell me about the pharmacology of Boiling Blood Pill and the key points of alchemy."

It turns out that the elixir refined by the image of the incense burner just now is called Boixue Pill. Just from the name, it should be an elixir that affects the body.

Thinking about it in August, Mi took out a pen and paper to prepare notes for the next lecture.

Zhou Hai had been paying attention to her all the time, and seeing this scene, he smiled even deeper, and then gave lectures in a leisurely manner.

Boiling Blood Pill is indeed a elixir that affects monks' physique, and it is also one of the most commonly used elixirs for monks. It boils the blood in the body to achieve the effect of quickly burning spiritual poison.

It can be seen again from this that the people in Lingzhou really spare no effort to fight against the spirit poison, especially the monks, the stronger the stronger, the more they can bear.

In contrast, the Mortal Continent lacks aura but is not eroded by spiritual poison, and everything has a certain law.

When people are seriously immersed in listening to the study, they can't even feel the passage of time. It was Zhou Hai who stopped the lecture and said that he realized that the morning study was over when the time was up.

"By the way, have I assigned any homework this week?" Zhou Hai asked the nearest Liu Tian.

Liu Tian replied: "Return to the teacher, the arrangements have been made."

"Oh, let's arrange it again." Zhou Hai said with a smile.

Ignoring the discolored expressions of the disciples around him.

Zhou Hai said: "I won't embarrass you, just talk about the refining sequence and use experience of this boiling blood pill herbal medicine."

Zhou Hai, who left behind his homework, left as calmly as when he came.

The disciples in the room stood up one after another, crying out.

"It doesn't sound difficult, but in fact, the standard for classwork to meet the standard is set by the teacher, and I don't know if the standard is high this time. Is this refining sequence just a simple description, or should it be accurate to the time? Is it true to use the experience? Write it down, or do you have to include the changes layer by layer in detail?"

As soon as he heard these words, he knew that the master had been tossed about by schoolwork on weekdays.

"Stop complaining, there are people who suffer more than us."

It goes without saying who this 'someone' refers to.

They at least have experience, this coursework may be troublesome but limited for them.For newly enrolled freshmen disciples, it is obviously beyond the standard.

"Who said just now that she was lucky not to have the homework assigned by the teacher."

Mi Bayue, who seemed alone in it, ignored these words, packed up her notes and went out the door.

(End of this chapter)