Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 61: There are many routines for entrance examination

The next day.

Outside Wumengdong Mansion, mist shrouded.

It is said to be a cave, but in fact it is a house built according to the standard. The materials are exquisite and the style is simple and elegant.

The caves in this peak are all prepared for mobile disciples. All you need to do is bring a set of formation flags and set up restrictions, and you will be considered a qualified Immortal family cave.

It's just dawn.

The mist surged, and Luo Qingbao came through the sky with a paper kite.

"Wu Meng, I know what Master means!"

He looked excited and rushed in all the way.

Leaning slightly, he saw someone in the backyard.

Wu Meng was standing in the morning mist, his eyes slightly closed, his face calm, as if he was thinking about something.

Luo Qingbao was very familiar with this look. Nine out of ten Danfeng disciples had this look for half a day.

"Don't think about it now, just follow me and listen to senior brother's lecture!"

"I realized it when I got back last night! Master, he is always arresting people everywhere. In order to compete for disciples, he has offended all the peaks. How can he give unattainable conditions!"

"This must be his test. Maybe he sent someone to observe secretly to see how you comprehend..."

Wu Meng was startled when he heard this.

It is reasonable to test your understanding.

But what he was thinking about was the scene yesterday where Yunsui's disciple was sprayed bloody.

With such a bad temper...does anyone really dare to come?

Or maybe it was because they were all scared away that they had to go around arresting people?

"Hurry up and go."

Luo Qingbao urged.

Wu Meng came back to his senses and hesitated for a moment.

Behind him, the alchemy furnace has been set up in the stone room, firewood has even been prepared, and the medicinal materials needed to refine Qingshe Pills have been laid out one by one.

These were all prepared this morning. He planned to adjust his body and mind and open a furnace first to see the situation.

After all, as for the pill recipe, I had thoroughly studied it for an hour or two last night.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Then there's Brother Lauro."

……

At noon that day, Wu Meng returned to his residence after listening to the lecture.

The content of the lecture was similar to what he expected, and it was all knowledge he had already mastered.

Wu Meng was still a little uneasy because he understood the Qingshe Pill formula incredibly quickly, but he felt relieved after listening to the lecture.

That night.

In the stone chamber.

Orange-red flames were billowing at the bottom of the cauldron, and from time to time there was the sound of "bibo" of firewood.

Wu Meng held on to his heart.

In his mind, there is a light blue pill floating up and down. It is connected to the outside world and seems to be connected with everything moving between heaven and earth.

"The time has come!"

Danxin feels it.

Wu Meng took several medicinal materials and put them into the alchemy furnace.

There was a "chi" sound, the fire was bright, and then, there was a curl of red incense floating out from the top of the stove.

Wu Meng took a sip and felt intoxicated.

Combining what he saw and heard in the past few days, as well as some fragmentary knowledge of Danxintong, he had many enlightenments in his heart.

In the final analysis, the meaning of condensing the heart of elixir is only four words.

'catch the moment'.

The more perfect your loyalty is, the better your grasp of the timing of adding medicinal materials will be.

This is not a 'timing' that can be measured by holding a timer, because the world is constantly changing, and every factor is changing all the time.

How to find the most suitable intersection point among many factors? The answer is loyalty.

Less than half an hour later.

The aroma wafting from the alchemy furnace has become inaudible.

Wu Meng searched for the induction, dripped in the last medicinal extract, and immediately extinguished the flames with a palm.

Turn on the stove.

Eight pills were lying in the furnace. Except for the two that were burnt black, the rest were round in color and plump in shape. They looked quite good.

Low-grade Qingshe Pills.     Six pills.

Seeing this scene, Wu Meng let out a long sigh of relief and grinned.

The first time the Qingshe Pills were opened, there were six pills, and the other two pills were caused by errors in fire control.

This is undoubtedly quite exciting.

Looking at the chubby pills in my palm, I felt a strong sense of accomplishment.

For Wu Meng, its greater significance is that after twenty-two years of planning and waiting, he can finally put his feet firmly on the path to immortality.

In the next few days, Wu Meng opened two more furnaces and gained something from each furnace, totaling thirteen low-grade Qingshe Pills.

On this day, Luo Qingbao came to inquire about the progress, and Wu Meng finally stopped him.

At this time, there are still sixteen days left before the agreed deadline of one month.

When he heard that he was going to Dongyifeng, Luo Qingbao was so shocked that he was speechless.

Halfway through the flight, he frowned and reminded: "Wu Meng, you shouldn't have bought a few Qingshe Pills from any senior brother, right?"

Wu Meng couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't worry, I practiced it myself."

Luo Qingbao suddenly stopped talking.

After one stick of incense.

apse.

"Can't you understand? You can't understand such a simple thing? Give me another half a year, and if you still can't figure it out, I can help you."

Still around the corner, Song Mang's loud voice rang in his ears.

Luo Qingbao paused: "Wu Meng, please go in, I'll wait for your good news here."

Wu Meng nodded.

As soon as he approached the back hall, Song Mang's ox-eye-sized eyes stared at him.

This old man is so angry!

"You've accomplished it?" Songmang's eyes flashed and he stretched out his hand.

Wu Meng nodded and was about to pass the porcelain bottle over, but he didn't expect that the pine light fingertips would change in an instant, and a strong wind would appear out of thin air.

All three porcelain bottles in his arms were sucked out and fell into the opponent's palm one after another.

Wu Meng was stunned for a moment.

Song Mang looked at the three porcelain bottles in his palm, seemingly a little surprised, and his expression became subtle.

"Turn on three furnaces?"

Without waiting for a response, Song Mang opened the cork and poured out a few pills.

He just glanced at it and poured out all the pills in the other two porcelain bottles.

Looking at the palm full of Qingshe Pills, Song Mang fell into silence for a moment.

"Luo Qingbao, come in."

"Okay, Master, but I have to take Wu Meng to handle the matter of joining the sect... Hiss!!"

Luo Qingbao walked into the hall, and before he finished speaking, he saw a handful of pills in Song Mang's hand, and he gasped in fright.

"Go and chop some firewood. I want to watch him practice it myself."

"well……"

After leaning a little, Luo Qingbao prepared his things and entered the hall in a nervous mood. He saw Wu Meng standing next to Song Mang, listening to what he was saying and nodding from time to time.

"Are you all ready?" Song Mang turned around and asked.

"Yes... I have prepared three copies of spiritual materials..."

"My brain is a bit messed up, but my legs and feet are still good."

Luo Qingbao nodded repeatedly, feeling surprised in his heart. He couldn't believe that these words came from his master's mouth.

How could the tone be so soft?

"What are you doing standing still? Let's add firewood!"

"oh oh!"

Two or three hours later, Wu Meng extinguished the flame with one palm, opened the furnace, and took out six pills.

It’s still Qingshe Maru.

It's just that three of them are different. There are shallow lines printed on the elixir body, like clouds and wind, completely natural.

These are three mid-grade Qingshe pills!

Seeing this scene, Luo Qingbao opened his mouth a little bit and subconsciously rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

In a daze, he heard someone stroking hands and laughing loudly in the hall.

"Good! Good! Good!"

　I'm late, I have another chapter to be posted soon. I'm not satisfied with the writing of these two chapters. I feel it's a bit cliche. The main reason is that I haven't completely smoothed out the plot yet. This problem can only be adjusted in the past two days.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)