Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 190 Distinguished guests arrive
A delicious meal was served on the table. The children sat around it impatiently, but did not pick up their chopsticks. They were all waiting eagerly.

Until Qing Huan sat on the table with a casserole in hand and said, "It's time to eat!"

Everyone couldn't wait to pick up their chopsticks and stab at the target they had locked onto...

"It smells so good. I came here uninvited. I wonder if I could bother you with a meal?" A clear voice suddenly came from outside the house.

Qinghuan smiled at the group of children who looked dissatisfied, then stood up and opened the door.

Outside the door, there was a man and a woman, both of whom were very handsome and their temperament definitely did not seem like they came from an ordinary force.

Qinghuan even dared to conclude that they were not from the Tagor Desert!
The woman was wearing a plain dress, and even in the environment of the Tager Desert, she remained spotless. She had a plump and curvy figure, and her black hair was tied into a noble phoenix hair accessory. She had a stunning appearance and a serene expression.

The man was past middle age, and his angular face had an indescribable temperament. The maturity tempered by the years had added a bit of calmness and vicissitudes.

These two people are not simple!
There are not many strong people in Shimo City, and Dou Ling is already able to dominate the entire Shimo City. After the invasion of the Snake People, Shimo City has not produced a strong Dou Ling for many years.

Therefore, Qing Huan didn't know what level the strength of these two people belonged to, but it was definitely far beyond Dou Ling!
Especially the soul power of the middle-aged man... an alchemist, right?
While Qinghuan was looking at the two of them, the other party was also looking at Qinghuan, with surprise in his eyes, and the middle-aged man was even more surprised.

Qing Huan smiled and turned aside, saying, "The arrival of distinguished guests makes our humble home more glorious... If you don't mind a simple meal, please come in!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Sorry to bother you then!"

The woman also smiled at Qinghuan, but did not speak.

Although they were dissatisfied, the children were sensible enough to make room for them, pick up some dishes with their bowls and go back to the house to eat.

The middle-aged man looked at this scene and said with a wry smile: "These kids make me feel like a cuckoo taking over the magpie's nest."

This immediately gave Qing Huan a good impression of him. He smiled and said, "There were people who came to visit us before, but their words were a bit harsh. The children didn't want to be wronged, so they just hid away and pretended that they didn't see it... It wasn't intentional to target you, sir."

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "A human-snake hybrid... Why let the child bear such hatred!"

Only someone who has not personally experienced the hatred between humans and snake people can say this.

The woman finally spoke up and asked, "The guest's words were hurtful, and you just don't care?"

Qing Huan was helpless and said, "I can stop what others say, but I can't stop what's in their hearts. I can stop it at home, but I can't stop it outside... They always need to go through this."

The woman looked at Qing Huan in surprise and said, "You are so mature that you don't look like a child."

Qing Huan didn't need to speak, the middle-aged man explained for him, "He picked up a bunch of children and brought them back when he was three years old. It's not okay for such a child to be immature... Moreover, with his soul power, I think he matured too late!"

The woman looked at Qing Huan with some fondness and said, "That's true... What a good child."

Being called "children" again and again, Qing Huan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "You two should try my cooking."

"Then I won't be polite!" The middle-aged man picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and tasted it carefully.

The woman also took a bite, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Delicious!"

The middle-aged man put down his chopsticks and exclaimed, "Your control of the heat...even I have to admire it!"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "I have always felt that an alchemist, as long as he is willing, is definitely the best cook!"

"Comparing an alchemist with a cook...hahaha!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "But what you said does make sense. Both of them require the control of the temperature... If you can understand this, no wonder you can become an alchemist at such a young age!"

It was rare to have someone to communicate with, so Qing Huan became very excited. Pointing at a plate of meat, he said, "Just like this plate of worm meat, the meat itself is soft. If the heat is too high, it will only melt. But if the heat is too low, it will not be enough to eliminate the toxins in the worm itself...

Only with the right temperature change can this dish of meat be stewed like this."

When the woman heard this, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, she covered her mouth, and her expression looked strange.

The middle-aged man didn't care. He nodded in agreement and thought, "I guess you will simmer it slowly for at least four hours. During this time, you have to change the water constantly to ensure that the temperature is not too high... and then use high heat to attack it..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man frowned, and he also realized that something was wrong... According to their perception, Qinghuan only took less than half an hour to prepare this meal.

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Then you are wrong, sir. Slow cooking is too inefficient. Why not roast it directly?"

"Roast directly?" The middle-aged man thought hard and said, "With the temperature of the flame itself, the meat should burn up by itself..."

Qing Huan asked: "Sir, if a flame is divided into the core, inner flame, and outer flame, which part has the highest temperature?"

The middle-aged man blurted out: "Of course it's Yan Xin!"

"Is that really the case?" Qing Huan smiled, got up, found a piece of wood, lit it, and put another piece of wood on the fire to roast. After a while, he took it out and handed it to the middle-aged man.

There were traces of burning left on the wood, the outer part was almost carbonized, but the middle part remained basically unchanged.

The middle-aged man was surprised and said, "The outer flame has the highest temperature, the inner flame is second, and the core of the flame has the lowest temperature?"

But then he changed the subject and said, "But this is limited to ordinary fires of wood. Fighting fire and beast fire are not like this."

"But the principle is the same!"

Qing Huan explained: "Ordinary fire needs oxygen to burn. The flame core lacks oxygen, so the temperature is the lowest. The fire of Dou Qi needs Dou Qi. The burning of beast fire requires the vitality of heaven and earth. It also requires Dou Qi to be controlled by humans... Controlling the level of Dou Qi can naturally stratify the temperature of the flame!"

"I see!" The middle-aged man sighed and said, "I never thought that I have been playing with fire all my life but never discovered such a simple thing. It took a child like you to teach me."

Come again?

Qing Huan was overwhelmed by the repeated calls of "child" and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Flames are one thing, but the characteristics of the ingredients themselves need to be specially targeted. The same is true for medicinal materials, but I don't know how to choose among the various properties of medicinal materials?"

The middle-aged man did not hide it and said directly: "Of course, we take the strong and discard the weak. Although the medicinal materials have many characteristics, they are divided into strong and weak. When we refine the medicine, we specifically take the strong ones and discard the weak ones..."

Qinghuan had a educated look on his face: Is that really the case...but I always feel it's such a waste.

The two exchanged ideas on everything from the temperature of the fire to the medicinal materials, and then on the pharmacology of the medicinal materials, and even on the final medicinal reaction and the process of making the elixir...

The conversation lasted from day to night.

The food on the table was barely touched.

The woman didn't say anything the whole time and just listened silently. It was obvious that she didn't understand at all, but she still stayed to listen and looked at Qinghuan.

A lamp was lit for the two of them during the journey.

The affection in his eyes was barely concealed.

Finally, the middle-aged man exclaimed: "What a harvest! What a harvest!"

Qing Huan also nodded and said, "I think so too. Thank you very much, sir!"

This middle-aged man was undoubtedly an alchemist. Communicating with him made up for Qinghuan's many deficiencies in alchemy knowledge. Moreover, he was completely open during the communication process. This sincere attitude made Qinghuan quite grateful to him.

So he shared his insights without reservation, and seeing the other party's expression, he seemed very satisfied.

The middle-aged man stared at Qing Huan and said, "I want to see how you, who are not even a fighter, can control fire."

Qinghuan smiled and scooped up a bunch of flames from the lamp... just like scooping up water!
As the fingers danced, the flames danced with them, just like one person dancing and another dancing with him, the two of them cooperated in a perfect harmony, and it was a beautiful scene.

The middle-aged man's eyes were burning as he exclaimed, "What a miraculous skill! What a miraculous skill! Your understanding of fire is just like you are the fire itself... What a miraculous fire control technique!"

Qing Huan grabbed the flame in his palm for the last time. As the flame seeped out from between his fingers, it flashed and died out. He said, "Thank you for the compliment, sir. I just came up with this out of boredom."

The middle-aged man looked at him with emotion and said seriously: "My name is Gu He, and I am a sixth-rank alchemist. I had heard the rumors about you and planned to come here to accept you as my disciple. Now it seems that I am not qualified to be your teacher... I just hope to make friends with you!"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "That is what I wish for, but I dare not ask for it!"

"Hahaha!" The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

The woman who had been silent all this time finally spoke, her tone full of familiarity, and said, "You two are so happy, but you completely forgot about me, right?"

Gu He choked and said awkwardly: "How could it be..."

The woman stared at Qing Huan and said, "My name is Yun Yun, and I am the leader of the Yun Lan Sect. I would like to invite you to join the Yun Lan Sect. What do you think?"

Qing Huan shook her head and said, "Shimo City gave birth to me and raised me. I still have several children to raise, so I will not leave here in the short term."

“Is that really the case?” Yun Yun seemed to have expected this and said, “The gate of the Yunlan Sect is always open for you!”

Qing Huan cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Sect Master Yun."

Yun Yun sighed and said, "You two have become friends, but I am not worthy?"

"This..." Qinghuan looked at Gu He with a headache.

Gu He looked up at the sky and seemed to think the night was nice.

(End of this chapter)