Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 224 The little alchemist enters the conversation

As for Xiaodao Dan, Wu Meng had opened many furnaces in those years.

However, due to the trickery taken through Medan, there has not actually been much progress in refining techniques.

Fortunately, things are different now.

Back then, he was only in the late stage of Qi training, and only his spiritual consciousness had touched the foundation-building level.

Now, my heart, mind, and soul are all in the same realm.

These three things are the source of strength for monks. When the sources become surging, all aspects of practice will naturally become smoother.

The extra smoothness just offsets the negative restrictions caused by the mirage in the rain.

The actual situation is of course not as simple as it sounds, but it is roughly like this.

hum!

In the quiet square, the sound of the furnace cauldron suddenly trembled.

Most of the remaining nine disciples who entered the second round were at the critical stage of refining and turned a deaf ear to this.

On the other hand, Yao Shiqing, who was watching, couldn't help but rub her forehead to cheer up a bit.

"Has the elixir finally been completed? Senior Brother Ding may have seen the result?"

Ding Baixi stared at the Yunxiang stove with an expectant expression: "The result? You can't tell until the moment the stove is turned on! But the process is worth talking about."

"Oh? Please ask senior brother to clarify my doubts."

"If my guess is correct..."

He pinched his chin: "Junior Brother Tang must have studied the Danxin Tongjuan and is extremely accomplished!"

"Perfect?"

She repeated in surprise: "I really understand the Danxin Tongjuan. My father asked me to study it for two years in the early years..."

This time Ding Baixi was surprised.

But she immediately said cheerfully: "In two years, I memorized every article in the volume backwards and forwards, but when I put them together, I don't know what they mean."

"That's to test junior sister's alchemy talent."

"That's right, that's what my father said. After that, he never let me come into contact with anything related to alchemy."

Yao Shiqing said and couldn't help laughing.

"Therefore, I was really shocked to hear such a perfect comment from my senior brother."

When talking about this, the smile on Ding Baixi's face turned into exclamation: "It's not an exaggeration to be proficient. I even think it's an understatement."

Her eyes flashed: "Is it possible that Tang Yu is a genius in alchemy?"

"Maybe, Junior Brother Tang has been working hard for these years, and he is afraid that everyone will miss him... If the sect's mission is not urgent, I don't know how long it will be buried."

The effort of conversation.

As soon as he saw the scene, Tang Yu broke away from the state of loyalty that he was neither happy nor sad.

He didn't even have time to turn on the stove, but glanced here subconsciously, with a nervous look on his face with a hint of expectation.

"What are you waiting for?" Yao Shiqing urged with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party slapped the alchemy furnace and shook the top cover open.

call!

A cool breeze swept through.

The drizzle was blown sideways and soaked towards the stove mouth.

Just when it was about to fall, a burst of fresh air suddenly rose from the furnace, and all the raindrops were pushed away with a gentle flick.

This fresh air is bright and ethereal, and its color is hollow and bluish, like moonlight.

It swirls and turns, showing its posture. It is not soft and boneless like the ordinary Danxiang, which spreads out.

Instead, they gathered tightly into one breath.

You can only see Qi but not elixir, but seeing Qi is like seeing elixir.

"One Qi Pill, the first batch is done!"

Ding Baixi's figure flashed and he couldn't wait to reach the square.

As soon as he stood still, Yao Shiqing's beautiful figure followed him.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Tang, the little alchemist's token has been collected."

She bent her eyes, smiled brightly, and changed her title from Tang Yu to Junior Brother Tang.

Wu Meng squeezed out a smile on his face, thanked him slightly stiffly, and immediately took out the elixir from the furnace.

Six in a row, lined up in the finished shape.

The clear air in the center seemed to be burning with an invisible flame.

If there is anything, the fragrance of elixir that is refreshing to the heart and spleen is floating away.

"It's still a middle-grade elixir! Not bad, not bad!!"

Ding Baixi put his head directly up, his eyes were shining, and his face looked excited and curious, but he could not tell the slightest hint of laziness.

What is surprising is...

He just finished speaking.

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled sounds were heard in the square.

Along with the sound, a burning medicinal smell filled the air that could make people choke to tears.

The three people turned their heads subconsciously and saw a scene that made people laugh and cry.

Among the few nine people who were refining the alchemy, five of them exploded one after another!

What was particularly exaggerated was that Tian Huojun's jet-black treasure furnace was blown to pieces, and the dregs of medicine in the furnace were scattered all over the floor.

When Wu Meng looked over, the people who were frying the furnace were all looking back at him with unhappy expressions on their faces.

His eyes were full of resentment.

Su Xian was among them. Her eyes quickly moved to the middle-grade small passage pill, and her eyes flashed with a strong look of astonishment.

"Humph! Senior brother Tangyu, you caused us to explode. When the competition is over, we have to invite everyone to Ziguang Tower for a good meal!"

"If Senior Brother Tang is willing to invite you, I will be the first to agree!"

"Count me in."

Several disciples who were still a little sullen at first became friendly and cheerful in the blink of an eye.

Wu Meng naturally heard the hint of goodwill and friendship in the words.

Just half a day ago, or even twenty or thirty years ago, Tang Yu was just a useless person in the eyes of the disciples. When talking about it, there was ridicule, ridicule, or sigh, but it was definitely not the amazement and admiration now. .

A strong sense of joy and pride arose from the bottom of my heart.

So much so that his whole body trembled slightly.

But this was just the abundant emotion from Tang Yu. Wu Meng felt that he seemed to be floating to a high place driven by this emotion.

Watching from a high position the reversal of a life's trajectory.

Or it can be said to be a derivative of Su.

‘As for what your emotions are? ’

curious?

Explore?

No joy or sorrow?

Condescending?

He couldn't tell clearly.

Snapped!

A palm gently tapped on his right arm, bringing him back to reality.

This move, which is somewhat offensive but can bring people closer to each other, comes from Yao Shiqing.

"Relax, Junior Brother Tang. You were the mainstay of the second level disciples in the sect back then. Get your form back quickly. If you need help, don't force yourself to do it!"

The other party's handshake seemed to give off an aura of the late stage of the Second Level.

Wu Meng was slightly startled in her heart.

After the other party returned to the sect, his cultivation level actually improved to another level.

If I remember correctly, Yao Shiqing belongs to Heyuan Spiritual Cultivation, so she will have to make full preparations for forming pills next.

Thinking about it, he shook his head: "Senior Sister Xie, I've gotten used to being alone over the years."

"Well, no matter what, if you need help, just ask."

"Junior Brother Tang..." Ding Baixi suddenly interrupted: "Will you resell this small passage pill to me?"

"Brother Ding, just take it."

"Very good, very good!" Ding Baixi was afraid that the pill would grow wings and fly away, so he put it in his bag with a flip of his hand.

"Don't worry, I never take advantage of others. Take the token first, and I'll pay you later when I come to this ancient garden!"

As he spoke, he pointed out the words.

The slender dragon-wrapped token hanging on the plaque flew to Wu Meng.

He touched it with his fingers, and a look of joy could not be suppressed on his face.

‘Little alchemist, second-level position.

Responsibilities: Complete the alchemy tasks assigned by the sect on time. Salary reward: Ten low-grade spiritual stones per day, sixty low-grade spiritual stones equivalent to the share of alchemy and immortal teachings. When refining designated elixirs, you can receive three copies of the corresponding spiritual materials. ’

The salary reward is surprisingly generous!

Ten low-grade spiritual stones, the same as ordinary second-level positions.

But the subsequent share of immortal arts and immortal teachings amounts to a full 21,900 spirit stones in one year!

This is not over yet. You can also receive three copies of Yiqi Dan spiritual materials every year.

Wu Meng had the illusion that he had discovered a vein of spiritual stone.

No wonder little alchemists are so popular!

After understanding the basic information, new news poured into my mind.

‘For this year’s task, you must pay at least three precious pills, and the corresponding spiritual materials can be collected from Dianlong Pavilion.

For next year's mission, pay at least three Huanyuan Dan.

Please ask the alchemist to study the corresponding elixir recipe in advance. If you do not meet the minimum payment amount, you will be deprived of your position. ’

Wu Meng was thoughtful.

Guibao Dan happens to be the topic of today's competition. He has already mastered the pill recipe, so it shouldn't be difficult to complete this year's task.

As for Huanyuan Dan...

Since the sect has issued the task in advance, it is obviously guiding the alchemist to take the initiative to learn the alchemy recipe.

In this way, the daily sixty spirit stones' share of alchemy and immortal teachings will be found.

‘The alchemists here are so happy and fulfilling! ’

He sighed in his heart.

After that, Wu Meng got the token and left.

It is worth mentioning that although Tang Yu was not used to treating guests to dinner or even making friends with fellow disciples, he was obviously happy to see it happen.

If you follow the path, you can gain more places.

But Wu Meng never complied with this feeling.

Because what he valued most about Tangyu was that he rarely involved cause and effect.

It is different from Wang Qingshan's "strange things".

This identity will be gradually built into one of his safest and most secret retreats in the Dragon Sect.

This is the fundamental purpose of replacing Tangyu.

If you try to make acquaintance with others extensively for the sake of "accommodation", you will put the cart before the horse.

……

The outer city outside Xuanjing Gate can be regarded as one of the busiest areas of Xianlong Sect.

Thousands of large 'vehicles' are moored in and out of the Yuntai here every day, among which fairy boats are the most numerous, followed by huge birds and exotic beasts.

When Wu Meng set foot in this city, it was still in ugly times.

It's when the night is darkest.

However, the city was brightly lit, crowded with people, and there was no place to stay.

"This is too exaggerated..."

Feeling that the monks were about to overlap with each other along the way, Wu Meng was really stunned.

Fortunately, monks are not like ordinary people, and being crowded is more of an adjective.

With the blessing of the technique and the spiritual shield, pedestrians were as slippery as loaches and would not collide with each other at all.

‘Are there any Xianjia pickpockets? ’

Wu Meng thought a little funny.

It sounds incredible. You need to have strong ability to break the ban, and your body skills and concealment must not be bad...

He suddenly froze.

Why is it that the more I think about it, the more I feel like I’m describing myself?

Not to mention, if he wanted to, it shouldn't be difficult to pickpocket disciples who were practicing Qi or even in the early stages of foundation building.

Of course, it was just inspired by the popularity here that I started thinking wildly.

Longyan and Longxun are no joke.

After a cup of tea.

He stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner is a monk wearing a mask. He has a well-proportioned figure and his gender is hard to tell.

On its stall, there are various kinds of spiritual materials, arranged according to the year. In addition to some spiritual materials that can be cultivated artificially, Wu Meng also saw many rare things.

It is unusual for a one-person stall to be of this size.

"Fellow Taoist, can the price be any lower?"

When he arrived, there was a female cultivator wearing a dragon-bearing sect token bargaining.

"Hai Mo Pearl, this was taken out from the belly of Wanyuan Sea Lion Ao. Three thousand spiritual stones are priceless but not marketable." The stall owner rolled his lips.

It can be seen that the female cultivator is quite hesitant.

But he was probably thinking of shopping around, and after a lot of hesitation, he stamped his feet and turned around to leave.

Wu Meng was thoughtful.

He had learned a lot about Lion Ao.

Because for the second level of my Wanyou Erosion Spirit Body, I need to accumulate the bloodline of nine kinds of second level sea beasts.

There are three types: early stage, middle stage and late stage.

And Lion Ao happens to be one of the sea monster options at the beginning of the second level.

He was originally going to find a time to go to Xiaolong Peak, which was responsible for business, to buy something, but he didn't expect to see it by chance today.

After observing for a while and witnessing the stall owner negotiate several business deals, he had a preliminary understanding of this person's style of doing things.

Then he stepped forward and clicked the sea mozhu: "Fellow Taoist, have you ever hunted Shi Ao?"

"This sea mill pearl is a consignment from a friend. Three thousand spiritual stones cannot be less."

He nodded: "Is there a Lion Demon Pill? Or is it blood essence?"

The stall owner paused: "Do you really want it?"

“If the price is right, then it’s no problem.”

The stall owner took out a sound transmission device and said, "Wait until I ask."

Demon elixirs are usually more expensive, around 10,000 spirit stones.

In terms of blood essence, each drop would cost around two thousand spirit stones.

The stall owner quickly raised his head: "I have a lion's claw demon pill. Do you want 13,000 spirit stones?"

Wu Meng shook his head.

This price is easily available at Xiaolong Peak, and the price quoted from the vendors is obviously quite a premium.

Seeing him shaking his head, the other party stopped talking and showed no intention of retaining him.

He didn't care much about it, put down the Sea Mozhu, and turned to look at the other spiritual materials.

"Xueya Nine-Hearted Lotus, Danshuimu, Transforming Wind Evil..."

He ordered eight kinds of spiritual materials in succession, told the age required for each spiritual material, and then asked: "If you make five copies of this specification, please give me a price."

The stall owner didn't speak for a while.

He seemed to be stunned for a moment and suddenly asked: "Fellow Taoist is an alchemist?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Meng's eyes flashed with light, and he thought, 'Sure enough, it is so'.

In fact, according to his observation, in the previous transactions, the other party was only willing to talk more when talking about obvious alchemy materials.

When asked about other spiritual materials, they all looked like they wanted to buy them or not.

This is also reflected in the stalls.

The spiritual materials for alchemy were placed in the most conspicuous position and were well organized.

Because of this, Wu Meng estimated that the other party might be deliberately recruiting alchemists.

He didn't answer, but made a barrier to cover his sight.

Immediately, he took out the Little Alchemist's Token that he had just received, and held it in his palm with a half-smile.

"Fellow Taoist is actually a little alchemist!"

The stall owner was obviously a knowledgeable person. The moment he saw the token, his eyes lit up.

Wu Meng flipped his palm and took back the token: "Let me tell you a price."

"How about that Lion Ao Demonic Pill, friend Taoist, and 10,000 spiritual stones? As for the five spiritual materials used to refine the precious treasure pill, how about 18,000 spiritual stones?"

"Seven thousand spiritual stones for the Lion Ao Demon Pill and fifteen thousand other spiritual materials."

"This……"

Although the stall owner is wearing a mask, it is not difficult to see that he is wearing a mask because the price is so low.

Twenty thousand is the prevailing price for five precious treasure elixirs.

Fifteen thousand is almost equivalent to losing money.

Just when he was struggling, Wu Meng stood up and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

The stall owner gritted his teeth: "Okay, but I need to see your alchemy level first!"

(End of this chapter)