Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Chapter 40: Elixir Success?
Thousands of years later, Ye Qingyao and the three received a lot of news, their eyes were burning, and they urgently started an investigation.

The years are long, time flies, like the jade moon flower sprinkled on the earth for thousands of years, but the figure bathed in the moonlight has long been different.
"Senior Zhao, do you think we can practice an elixir in today's furnace?"

The scorching red flaming fire turned red in half of the remaining night.

Near Daqin Xianyang, on the Wuliang Square of Fengqingmen, the heat wave was raging.

A huge alchemy furnace stood in the very center of the square. Under the darkness of night, a dozen disciples of Fengqingmen took off their shirts, grabbed huge iron fans two people tall and worked hard to fan the alchemy furnace. Roaring like an angry dragon, the scalding heat wave distorted and deformed the surrounding air, and the bronze furnace was burned red by this terrifying temperature.

"quick!"

"Come on!"

"Just work harder!"

The Great Elder Fengqingmen was standing right in front of the alchemy furnace, roaring, the hairs on his arms were already curled under his rolled up sleeves, and his snow-white beard had turned into a pitch-black burnt mess after several days of alchemy. .

But even so, he didn't intend to stop at all, looking at the huge pill fire, roaring and roaring!

"Give me more effort! The temperature is not enough!"

"Success or failure is here!"

The scorching air waves are coming!

The scorching Dan furnace made the summer in Xianyang seem to have arrived ahead of schedule. The wide square was scorching hot, and it seemed that the temperature of breathing was burning the throat. Everyone was sweating profusely, but there was no slack in their eyes!
"Yes!"

The rolling sound waves pierced Gao Tian, ​​and in the distance, several first-class body forging masters of the Nine Heavens came from the distant jungle with their upper bodies naked, exposing muscles covered with scars and sword scars, carrying trees tens of meters long , thrown in the air.

'Boom! '

'Boom! '

Countless trees weighing a thousand catties fell to the ground. With a long roar, these masters drew their swords and swept across. They chopped the giant trees tens of meters high one by one into even firewood, and threw them into the alchemy furnace with shaking hands. Down! !

Looking at the boiling pill fire in the distance, on the high-rise pavilion of Fengqingmen, Zhao Tuo's eyes were uncertain.

"it should be OK."

Hearing Zhao Tuo's words, even Yun Qingfeng was a little helpless!

Although he knew that alchemy was difficult and there were very few warlocks who could make pills, he never thought that alchemy was so difficult!

Seven days have passed since the construction of the pill furnace was completed.

During these seven days, Yun Qingfeng and many disciples and elders of Fengqingmen tried various methods of refining the elixir, and used various measures to try to make the elixir take shape!
But without exception.

Fail all!

When they first began to refine alchemy, they all refined it strictly according to the records in the bamboo slips given to them by Senior Zhao.

But after dozens of failures in succession, Yun Qingfeng gradually understood why when Senior Zhao handed him the bamboo slips, he asked them to try to add various materials.
So they began to improve the raw materials and methods of alchemy.

Like what ginseng, dibao, Polygonum multiflorum, citron, cardamom, lotus heart, Angelica dahurica
Everything was added in.

But even so, none of the furnaces looked like magic pills, and when the furnace was opened, it was all pitch black.

The good ones can still have some scum left, and the bad ones can be steamed clean for you.
In the end, many disciples of Fengqingmen were completely paralyzed!

Every day is mechanically collecting herbs, chopping vegetables, lighting a fire, making alchemy, and then a furnace of waste medicine!
If it wasn't for the cultivation method hanging on, I'm afraid it would have collapsed by now!
Can this thing really produce an elixir?

Is it really not a joke?

In fact, not only Yun Qingfeng should have many disciples from Fengqing Sect, but even Zhao Tuo has a headache!
Your Highness, can you really refine an elixir in this way?

Why doesn't it make any sense at all?

It's not even just Zhao Tuo's followers!
In this short period of seven days, countless other forces came to investigate with concern.

After all, the elixir is too precious, even if it is known that it is impossible to cultivate it only by Fengqingmen, a low-level third-rate sect, but even if there is only a [-]% probability, it cannot be ignored.

But this kind of worry was completely relieved after they came and wandered around.

"This isn't alchemy, it's obviously a big workshop to brew medicine?"

"Who uses such a big alchemy furnace for alchemy? What is Fengqingmen doing? Do you want to make alchemy or open an altar?"

"Hahaha! I saw when they turned on the furnace, not to mention the elixir in the furnace, there was not even a elixir, it was just a puddle of black residue!"

"The most important thing is that this Fengqingmen even buried these alchemy residues in the soil, and even carved an inscription!"

"True or false? Hahahaha! Is this little sect crazy about wanting the elixir?"

"Who said no?"

With the passage of time, the alchemy ceremony of Fengqingmen has become a joke after dinner in the small and large mountains near Xianyang.

Even Mrs. Huayang and Lu Buwei heard about these things.

"They haven't given up yet? Alchemy with various purchased herbs?" Lu Buwei looked at the information in his hand a little speechlessly, rubbed the center of his brows, and spoke to the spies.

"In the future, don't report any more of these things."

"Yes."

After hearing the news, Mrs. Huayang also laughed in a rare way.

"Hehe, this sect, I don't know who made them concoct alchemy like this. Is this how the real elixir is concocted? Isn't it normal that it can be concocted?"

Opposite her, Quan Yangjun also laughed, gently holding the teacup: "It's also interesting to be ignorant."

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with us anyway. In the future, there is no need to continue reporting similar information. Now that old fox of Lu Buwei is biting him to death."

"remembered."

In the entire vicinity of Xianyang, almost no one was optimistic about Fengqingmen's alchemy. Facing the Fengqingmen's grand ceremony, they all regarded it as a pleasure to watch.

Faced with all this, Zhao Tuo and others did not take it seriously.

After countless failures, a potion of elixir was finally formed the day before the deadline of 20 days
"It's worked out!"

"It's worked out!"

"Master!"

"senior!!"

"We have finally practiced the elixir!"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing the cheering yell of the Great Elder Fengqingmen, Zhao Tuo and Yun Qingfeng suddenly raised their heads, and rushed to the alchemy furnace in almost two steps!
However, when they turned on the pill furnace and looked at the six or seven small black pills lying quietly at the bottom of the black smoke, they suddenly froze.

Yun Qingfeng: "????"

Yun Qingfeng: "You"

Yun Qingfeng: "You call this a elixir????"

(End of this chapter)