The ancient immortal revived, I trained 1 fox apprentices

Chapter 79 Listening to Master's Arrangement, It's Not Complicated (Two in One, Please Read More!)
In a dimly lit room.

The guides were dressed in uniform, lying on the leather bed, motionless, like sluggish puppets.

Amidst the sound of the "sizzling" motor, the leather bed was sent into the horizontal cylindrical structure and into the hole in the middle of the structure.

It was a dark, dark hole, and there was no light in it.

A person is sent in lying on a leather bed and is completely submerged in darkness.

Bai Mo didn't know when, he had already run to the window and outside the curtains, his whole body was bathed in the sunlight outside the window, but his eyes were exposed through the gap in the curtains, looking at the machine.

However, the horizontal cylindrical structure began to rotate slowly amid the "sizzling" sound of the motor, and the detection was started.

After a while, the rotation stopped, the detection was completed, and the leather bed and the person lying on it were sent out again amidst the "sizzling" sound of the motor.

Bai Mo quietly walked out from behind the curtain.

He looked at the guide who was lying on the leather bed.

He saw... he saw that the uniform was slightly wrinkled at the dantian of the guide's lower abdomen, and the fluff of the uniform was overwhelmed, and he was slowly recovering.And the folds of the uniform, the overwhelming fluff, form the shape of a handprint.It's as if someone...or not a person just stretched out his hand in the testing device and gently pressed on the guide's dantian.Judging from the shape of the handprint, it is a skinny hand with slender fingers.

There are also slight wrinkles left on the skin between the eyebrows of the guides.The traces are fading fast...the traces of fingerprints.As if just inside the instrument, a finger stretched out and touched the center of the guide's eyebrows.Judging from the characteristics of the fingerprints, it is a healthy finger with distinct fingerprints, good elasticity, good toughness, and smooth blood flow. It is a... cold finger with no temperature.

Bai Mo looked at the instrument again, at the pitch-black hollow of the horizontal cylindrical structure.

What is that medicinal soup?
What is soaked in the medicinal soup?
What's wrong with this instrument?
Could it be that there is an ancient immortal hidden in the instrument?
An ancient fairy who escaped from the dream?
Bai Mo didn't know, and couldn't find out for now.

Keeping his composure, he began to restore the department.

……

The guide only felt in a daze for a moment, and then saw that the white ink expert had finished testing, and sat up from the leather bed.

What just happened?Seems a bit broken?

His brain, affected by the drugs, subconsciously ignores the abnormalities, and starts to make up his own brain. According to the most reasonable logic, he makes up what happened just now, and makes up the picture just now.Like other experts, the white ink expert who made up the brain, lay on the leather bed, entered the instrument, accepted the test, and came out of the instrument again.This is easy to imagine, after all, every expert is tested in the same scene.

In the testing department, Professor Zhang, Chairman Chen Shu, and Wu Qingyun also recovered from the suspension.

They felt in a trance that something was wrong.

Why are the masticatory muscles on both sides of the mouth sore?
Why are my eyelids sore and my eyes dry?

Why does my mind seem to be broken?

But their brains are also affected by drugs, and they subconsciously ignore these.According to the most common sense, or make up some things, or ignore some things.

They saw outside that the white ink expert had already stood up and walked towards the door, ready to leave.

See the test report on the computer screen.

"The Sea of ​​Consciousness and Sea of ​​Qi of the white ink expert are still lumpy. There is no sign of opening.

"It's a long way from the dangerous period."

"But in this way, his strength depends more on fairy beasts, right?"

"It makes sense."

The door of the department opened, Bai Mo walked out, and the next expert to be examined walked in.

The guides, Professor Zhang, President Chen Shu, and Wu Qingyun, started to test the next expert again, unaware that their time was suspended just now, unaware that they had been stolen for a while.

They started talking and laughing again, staring at the computer with ease, staring at one test result after another.

He sneaked out through the back door, and sneaked back through the back door after lunch.

Talking and laughing, testing for an afternoon.

He sneaked out through the back door, and sneaked back through the back door after dinner.

Talking and laughing, testing for one night.

……

click!
After the testing department sent away the last expert tested, the light was turned on.

The room, which had been dark all day, finally saw light.

The guides from the outer room came to the inner room to say hello and then left for get off work.

Professor Zhang sat on the chair and stretched.

"...Ah, before I know it, it's ten o'clock."

Chairman Chen Shu yawned.

"Most of the experts have tested it, and let the remaining few be tested with the committee members."

Wu Qingyun was still full of energy.

It was already midnight, and the building of the Immortal Arts Committee was much quieter.

The sun has been setting for a long time, and there is no longer a ray of sunshine between the sky and the earth.

What they didn't know was that changes were taking place inside the outer instrument, in the liquid chamber containing the medicinal soup.

A pill the size of a thumb belly was soaked in the medicinal soup. It was hemispherical, with twisted and deep grooves on the surface, like walnut kernels and brain kernels.It has been soaked in this medicinal soup for a long time. At this time, it seems that it finally can't hold on, and it begins to collapse, melt, and disintegrate. Layers of oil spray made the medicinal soup in the liquid tank look like a drunken person vomited into a toilet, dirty and disgusting.

When the pill collapses, there is a white mist that blurs the dream and the world, escaping from it!The white mist came out quietly from the gap of the machine, stuck to the floor, and went to the inspection department.

……

"Are you cold?"

Professor Zhang suddenly hugged his shoulders and shivered.

He suddenly felt very cold.

And very sleepy.

At this moment, he was yawning, squinting his eyes, his vision was completely blurred by tears, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

It wasn't just him, President Chen Shu was also suddenly cold and cold, hugging his shoulders, shivering, squinting his eyes, and yawning.His vision was completely blurred by tears, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Together with Wu Qingyun, she yawned uncontrollably, tears blurring her vision.

They were all out of sight.

Naturally, no one noticed that standing behind Professor Zhang was a tall, thin, youthful and fair-faced Guxian wearing a strange and huge hat!It is Professor Zhang's Guxian master, Qinglu Guxian!

In this world, he is like the shadow of reeds reflected on the water in a strong wind, vain, fuzzy, and crumbling.

His eyes looked at the chair under Professor Zhang, at this weird-looking ergonomic chair.

Check out the side table, this solid wood table with smooth edging.

Look at the computer on the table, see the glowing LCD screen, the software interface on the screen, and the simple pictograms.

Look at the night outside the window, look at the tall buildings, far and near, and see the neon signs everywhere, big and small, colorful.

He shed tears.

"In this world..."

Just as the gust of wind is getting stronger, the reed bends down, the water rips up, and the shadow of the reed reflected on the water surface becomes blurred and messy... The figure of the ancient immortal, in this world, also begins to blur, twist and mess.

He couldn't stay longer in this world.

At the foot of the apprentice, Professor Zhang, a large white mist rose.He stepped into it and went to the dreamland.

"Ah... so sleepy, sleepy and cold.

"Is the temperature of the air conditioner too low?"

Professor Zhang regained consciousness in a trance, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and wiped away his tears.

Chairman Chen Shu regained consciousness in a trance.

"It's getting late, we're off work too."

……

The sky over Fox Mountain is still overcast.

In the bronze hall, Bai Mo was sitting behind the table, thinking about the committee's weird machine.

After thinking about it, thinking about it, I still feel something is wrong.

"That thing was tampered with by Gu Xian, right?
"Gu Xian... what exactly do you want to do?"

These strange ancient immortals acted insanely, making it difficult for people to see their true intentions.

A dozen or so fox apprentices were not so worried. They were opening the small bronze medicine box, and their fluffy heads gathered together to look at it.

"Ouch!"

"Hey!"

But in the medicine box, in the middle of the plant machine, the roadside flower already has five leaves, and the top of the stalk is spit out a small flower bud!
"Ouch!"

The fox apprentices were very excited, and brought the bronze medicine box to the master and showed it to the master.

Bai Mo looked at the small white flower bud and smiled.

Guxian or something, let him go first, it's better to keep a respectful distance.

"The roadside flowers already have buds, and in two days they will bloom and be used as medicine.

"Let's start now, prepare the medicinal materials, and prepare for refining!"

……

In the gloomy sky, a howling wind blows.

In the broken ruins, the bonfire crackled.

Beside the bonfire, Qinglu Ancient Immortal sat cross-legged, stretched out his slender hands, with his slender fingers stretched apart, to warm himself by the fire.It seems very cold.

Next to him, his apprentice Professor Zhang also sat cross-legged, staring at a stone slab in a daze.

Really dizzy, he looked up at Qinglu Ancient Immortal again.

"Master, this prescription... I don't seem to understand it."

Qinglu Guxian continued to warm the fire with his hands.

"Don't look, it's over."

Professor Zhang frowned.

"What... what's the end?"

Qinglu Ancient Immortal looked at his fingers while warming himself by the fire, and sighed.

"Your fairy road has come to an end.

“People have different aptitudes and talents.

"On the path of cultivating immortals, everyone has their own end of the future.

"Some people are destined not to be able to advance to Sequence Nine in their lifetime.

"Some people's aptitude ceiling is at Sequence Eight.

"Some people grit their teeth and desperately try their best. They may be able to touch the threshold of Sequence Seven, but they will never be able to step in."

Professor Zhang lowered his eyebrows and remained silent for a long time.

"Master, what does it mean... I am the kind of person who gritted my teeth and worked hard, only to be able to touch the threshold of Sequence Seven, but never step in?"

Qinglu Ancient Immortal turned his head and looked at Professor Zhang with a strange expression.

"There are two mistakes in your statement.

"First, you didn't grit your teeth and work hard. The person who gritted your teeth and worked hard to help you practice is me.

"Secondly, you can't touch the threshold of Sequence Seven right now. If you can step over the threshold of Sequence Eight, you have already killed half of your master and me. I have no ability to continue to lift you up."

Professor Zhang was embarrassed, neither standing nor sitting.

Qinglu Ancient Immortal waved his hand.

"Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault, it's my fault.

"I underestimated you. Underestimated how useless you are.

"I also overestimated myself. I overestimated my teaching level. I even wanted to lift you up before. I was overestimated and asked for trouble..."

Qinglu Ancient Immortal sighed, feeling sorry for himself.

"Who made me unlucky, only you, an apprentice, came to my dream.

"The quantity is small, but the quality is not enough.

"In your terms, it can only be regarded as a defective product."

Professor Zhang next to him, his old face was slightly red.But it wasn't the first time Master had ridiculed him.He probably also understands... what the master said may be true.So he has no complaints.

He lowered his head and continued to look at the slate and the writing on the slate.

But I heard the master suddenly ask.

"The mysterious genius alchemist in Xizhou before, have you found it?"

Professor Zhang raised his head and saw the master was warming the fire, his movements were relaxed and his tone was casual, as if he was asking casually.

He thought about it, and felt that there was nothing to hide.

"No.

"That alchemist is too mysterious. He rarely makes a move."

Qinglu Ancient Immortal sighed again.

"It would be great if he could be my apprentice."

Professor Zhang vaguely felt strange...why are these ancient immortals so obsessed with their apprentices?

He was stunned, and looked down at the stone slab again.

After looking at it for a long time, I raised my head and asked again.

"Master, there are more than 100 kinds of medicinal materials and more than 500 procedures written on the slate, not to mention that I can't understand... Even if I understand it, I only have one person and two hands. Can this really be done?" ?”

Qinglu Ancient Immortal explained.

"Prescriptions cannot be completed by one person.

"The more advanced the prescription, the more teamwork is required.

"For example, the Fire Moon Soup in Sequence Nine requires a medicine man in Sequence Nine and ten slaves to assist it.

"For example, the Nourishing Soup of Sequence Eight requires a soup man of Sequence Eight, ten medicine men of Sequence Nine, and a hundred slaves to assist it.

"For example, some medicinal soups of Sequence Seven require ten Sequence Seven firemen, one hundred Sequence Eight soup people, and one thousand Sequence Nine medicine men to complete."

Professor Zhang frowned.

What is this data bloat?

At the same time, he thought of Mr. Mystery in Xizhou City.If Mr. Mystery is really a Sequence Seven, then according to Qinglu Ancient Immortal... Mister Mystery may not be able to make the decoction of Sequence Seven.

After all, adding up all the alchemists in existence, it is unknown whether there is a second sequence seven, and it is absolutely impossible to make up ten.

……

Fox Hill, in the warehouse.

Bai Mo walked in the front, leading the dense team of fox apprentices.

"Our brain-boosting decoction this time is relatively complicated. It requires [-] kinds of medicines, and each medicine requires four or five treatments on average.

"Let's arrange the preprocessing first."

The numbers are scary.

But the fox apprentices are not afraid.

Instead, he looked at Master very seriously, waiting for Master to arrange.

But I saw the master enter the corridor of the warehouse, and took out a dog-headed melon from the cabinet next to it.

"Big Nose, White Toe, Black Star, you three come here.

"The task of the three of you is to deal with the dog-head melon.

"First separate the melon rind from the melon pulp, mash the melon pulp, filter out the juice, and dry the residue in the shade.

"The skin of the melon is wiped with plant ash and dried in the shade..."

The three fox apprentices stared wide-eyed, pricked up their ears, and listened carefully.

Although refining medicine is complicated, it is not complicated when it is distributed to each fox.

They don't need to think too much, they just need to remember Master's arrangement carefully.

　The new book period can't break out, only [-] words per day. .Ladies and gentlemen, the author is accumulating strength, and it will explode immediately when it is put on the shelf!
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