Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

The warm light shines in from the window, filling the whole room with a transparent and bright charm.

In front of the desk, sat a young man in white clothes. What he held in his hand was the diary of an alchemist.

Chen Sheng has almost studied the first volume of Master Fei's diary.

At this time, what he was holding in his hand was the middle volume of the Spiritual Grass Diary, which also recorded the knowledge of planting Spiritual Grass, but it was more profound.

These are the experiences of previous people, which can help me avoid many detours.

With this idea in mind, Chen Sheng immersed himself in the Lingcao Diary, not feeling bored and boring, and even enjoying the tranquility of reading.

In a blink of an eye, two hours passed.

When the sun slanted and hit the Lingcao diary, he noticed it, put it down, and went out with the hoe.

I'm here to take care of you.

In the East Nine District, the tender green spiritual grass is connected together. Under the sunlight, it is as transparent as emerald.

Chen Sheng saw this and was very happy from the bottom of his heart.

These were all conceived by him from scratch. They were all hard work and took a lot of thought.

boom

Take care of your loved ones, always be gentle.

Mr. Chen first used a hoe to turn over the soil on both sides of the spiritual grass. His movements were vigorous but careful, so as not to damage the medicinal tendons hidden underneath.

After turning it over, he used his hands to tidy up the small places that could not be taken care of.

When he encounters nasty weeds, he uproots them, showing off his decisiveness in killing them.

Refining alchemy is not just about spiritual herbs.

Changyue Palace.

Master Ding, give me a drink of water.

After Chen Sheng had stretched his muscles and bones, his mouth was dry and he ran to Alchemist Ding.

He has been thinking about those waste elixirs. Although Master Ding is obviously very distressed, he always gives them without hesitation, hoping that he will go a long way on the road to elixirs.

I went to East Ninth District again. I'm still young and energetic.

Alchemist Ding smiled, took out a yellow-skinned gourd, and poured Chen Sheng a cup of strawberry brew.

This drink is specially made from a variety of spiritual herbs. The pharmacological properties are perfectly harmonized, the taste is excellent, and it can replenish vitality.

The only drawback may be that it is expensive, but this is not a problem for alchemists.

call……

Chen Sheng drank the grass-fruit stuffed wine in two or three mouthfuls. The refreshing taste instantly suppressed the heat in his body, allowing him to exhale comfortably.

Don't slack off in pharmacological research.

Although Chen Sheng took a wild path in studying pharmacology, Master Ding had to admit that Chen Sheng understood it very well.

Given time, he may not be able to become a master of alchemy.

Therefore, he had to give advice from time to time and not let the good seedlings languish.

clear.

Chen Sheng nodded. Time flies by. Only when your head turns gray can you realize how precious youth is.

He was immortal, but gradually he was infected by his fellow practitioners on the path to immortality, and did not want to wait to die.

Give……

Speaking of this, Master Ding consciously found a high-level waste elixir from the small treasury and gave it to Chen Sheng.

Although he felt distressed, his actions were full of a cool and unrestrained atmosphere.

gone.

This kind of ambivalence made Chen Sheng want to laugh, but he didn't laugh because it was immoral and impolite.

After taking the Waste Pill, Chen Sheng left. He had a lot of homework, and as long as he didn't slack off, he could always find something to do.

After going around in a circle, we returned to Chenguang Palace.

Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, condensed his energy slightly, calmed his mind, then took out the waste pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

He has developed the ability to temporarily abandon the sense of taste. No matter how overwhelming the stomach is, he only realizes it, like a traveler sitting on a small boat wandering the river, wherever he goes, that's where it is.

At the same time, he was splashing ink with his hand, without stopping, and in a few breaths, he wrote no less than a thousand words eloquently.

Throughout, the logic is clear and there is no nonsense.

From this, we can see that his Alchemy skills have made a qualitative leap.

The ability to control fire affects the success rate of alchemy and cannot be left behind.

After spiritual herbs and pharmacology, Chen Sheng returned to the practice of fire control.

This is an extremely important link in the process of alchemy. It is used all the time and is also the basis. It cannot be careless.

Erupting volcano.

A flamboyant waterfall.

Unruly lightning.

Tranquil lake.

Complex chess game.

A flying dragon soaring into the sky.

Towering mountains.

The golden sea of ​​sand.

Various visions appeared in Chen Sheng's palm.

He has made progress. He is very proficient in the manipulation of the Eight Fire Control Techniques. In terms of form, he has been able to achieve meticulousness, but in terms of charm, he is still lacking.

Only by truly simulating the eight kinds of scenery, achieving the physical and spiritual perfection, and controlling fire, can he be regarded as having entered the palace.

The brilliance of the elixir fire continued to shine, but the sun gradually dimmed.

Compared with the day, Chen Sheng likes the night more.

Silent night.

He has the starry sky above his head, his feet are on the earth, and he holds a sword in his hand. It seems that his heart and will are also rising infinitely.

Clang!

The sword intent of cutting stars soared into the sky, one wave after another. Chen Sheng felt that the distracting thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness were also washed away. The whole person was trapped in a pure state of forgetfulness of things and myself, which lasted forever. .

After practicing the sword, he washed away the dirt, and then it was a more comfortable experience.

call.

Chen Sheng was sitting on the cloud bed, the health meridians in his body were running, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, his eyes were narrowed, unmoving, and he remained motionless until dawn.

Today and tomorrow, everything is repeated, as if it has been fixed.

until...

One day, Xi Fu asked him to go out, and Chen Sheng remembered that he was also the deacon of Yaolu.

Yaolu made a deal with the Lei family in Yinchuan. You can take a trip and bring that big medicine back safely.

After Xi Fu finished explaining, he gave Chen Sheng a storage bag filled with spiritual stones.

Mr. Shen, do you have any big plans?

Chen Sheng felt that this task was somewhat familiar, and then he remembered that Lu Zhu had done the same thing a few months ago.

From Fu Yunzi to the alchemist of Yaolu, he became more and more certain that the elder of Yaolu must be controlling the general direction behind the scenes.

Did you hear the news? It shouldn't be, this matter is still in the planning stage.

Xi Fu was a little surprised. This matter was a major matter for the outer sect and would not be spread outside. Even he only found out about it recently.

What the hell? It's so mysterious.

Chen Sheng told the story about Lu Zhu going out, and then asked again.

Xi Fu didn't want to talk more, and said, We'll talk about it when we get back. I'm trying to give you a chance.

Only the alchemist of Yaolu had the opportunity to participate. Although Chen Sheng was also an alchemist, he was known as a deacon.

He is trying to push Chen Sheng into the circle so that he can at least have a chance to compete.

Hearing this, Chen Sheng stopped interfering and rushed to Lei's house in Yinchuan.