Ode to Longevity

Every time she sees the lid of the alchemy furnace being smashed open by the star power inside, she is the first one to turn around and run away, lest she become the first poor ghost in history to be killed by the explosion of alchemy.

"This... it seems to be the same. Every time I refine the Yuanyuan Pill, I feel that my life is about to be lost." Patting his chest, the old head said helplessly.

"Then you're still practicing. Can you make a first-level medicinal pill?" Feng Qingge almost vomited blood. The feeling of this old man knew that he couldn't make medicinal pills, so he forced himself to make it?

Looking at Feng Qingge helplessly, the ancient head pulled Feng Qingge's clothes pitifully, "Just teach me how to make a third-level medicinal pill, I can't let other alchemists look down on me!"

"I said, did you bet something again, otherwise why would you try so hard to refine the third-level medicinal herbs?" Raising her eyebrows slightly, Feng Qingge evoked the herbs on the table and threw them aside.

Gutou's face was blue and purple, and he muttered: "It's all those stinky boys, saying that I'm old, and I can't even refine the sub-yuan pill. I'm not angry, so I bet with them. And what about that? One year later, there will be an alchemy competition in Chaoyang Sect, and every trade union will have to participate, so you..."

"No way, old gambler." Feng Qingge said while staring at the ancient head, pinching her arms.

The look in his eyes turned fierce, and the old man said solemnly: "Isn't it because of that knife that you participated in the cooking competition? Let me tell you, there is not only one knife, there is another one in Chaoyang Sect!" Exhibition, the invitation appeared in the hands of the ancient head.

Feng Xiaoxiao is even more visible in front of him, and there is news of Xuanji Dao?

His eyes fell on the back of the invitation, and Feng Qingge couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. The Vermillion Bird engraved on the knife seemed to spread its wings and fly high. This is the fourth knife, the Tianquan knife! Unexpectedly, the most important knife is actually in Chaoyang Sect.

"Okay, I'll teach you." Gritting his teeth, Feng Qingge said depressedly.

However, Gutou waved his hand and said with a smile: "It seems that I guessed right, you really need these knives. It's good to teach me to divide Yuandan, but I hope that after a year, you can represent our union, Go to Chaoyang Sect to participate in the competition. If you win, the knife will belong to you."

"Old guy, I can't even refine the Yuanyuan Pill now, how can I help you go to the competition!" Feng Qingge jumped up suddenly, almost frying. She originally planned to let the uncle, the burning fire stick, throw the method directly, and let the old man slowly refine the medicine pill, but he did not expect the old man to push her into the pit.

Touching his head, the old man said hesitantly, "This, this... This old man sees that you have a good talent, and your bones are amazed. You are a good material for alchemy, so... why don't you go to participate?"

"Then why don't you put me into the alchemy furnace to refine, fortunately the materials!" Feng Qingge almost vomited blood.

The ancient head was helpless, shrugging his shoulders.

Seeing the black gas between Feng Qingge's brows, he stretched out his hand to hold Feng Qingge's pulse, frowned and said, "Poisoned?"

"Hmm." It was still seen. Rubbing his temple with one hand, Feng Qingge said indifferently, "I was able to suppress the poison since I was a child. But as my star power grows, the toxin in my body becomes more and more unstable, and it may attack at any time. I am too excited. , and will faint."

"In addition to the chronic poison in the later stage, your own constitution is too weak, and the symptoms brought by your mother's womb." Gutou's face darkened, feeling the difficulty of Feng Qingge's condition, he put his hand away and clenched his fist. Said: "In this way, you must go to Chaoyang Sect. I am afraid that only he can solve the poison in your body."

"Who is he?" Feng Qingge couldn't help frowning, the fire stick can't even get rid of the toxin in her body. If it weren't for the frequent occurrence of toxin attacks recently, she wouldn't have found out how bad her body was. .

"The suzerain of Chaoyang Sect, Baili Yehua. He has broken through the heavenly rank as early as a hundred years ago, and now he is a hermit in the academy. If you win the first place in alchemy, he will personally hand over the Xuanji sword to you. , you can ask him to take a look at your body for you. Others are gentle and elegant, and will definitely not refuse your request." Stroking his beard, Gutou said shaking his head.

Feng Qingge didn't react, but the fire stick in his body was slightly startled, and he said in a cold voice: "Promise him, go to Baili Yehua. I didn't expect people from the Baili family to become hermits."

"No sir, do you know the sect master of Chaoyang Sect?" Feng Qingge swallowed, but unfortunately the uncle no longer answered her question. In desperation, Feng Qingge had no choice but to nod and say, "Okay, I promise you, won't I be able to participate in the alchemy competition in a year's time? Really, this cooking competition hasn't passed yet."

"What, don't tell me you haven't even passed the preliminaries?" Gutou jumped up immediately.

Waved his hand, Feng Qingge said in confusion: "How is it possible, I mean that after the cooking competition is over, I will go to Chaoyang Sect again, do all my Xuanji knives fall into the hands of these people, or in a misty mountain range? Here, let me fight with them to get equipment."

Thinking that after this month, I walked around in Mori Mountain, but I didn't even see the shadow of Xuanji Dao, Feng Qingge couldn't mention how depressed she was.

Gutou had sharp eyes, glanced at the wound on Feng Qingge's body, and waved: "You go back to wash first, remember to participate in the competition in a year, the opportunity is rare. In addition... After you leave the union, what is that called... oh, Yes, Mu Cangyun, King Cen of Yunguo came to you and said that after you came back, he asked you to wait for him in the inn, and he had something to tell you."

"I'm not interested." After twitching her lips, Feng Qingge returned to the room. I haven't had a good bath and rest in the past month. I lay down and woke up again, but it was the afternoon of the next day.

After simply packing up her things, Feng Qingge left the trade union. The business of the Jinluan Temple and the Silver Star Zhaiyue Pavilion was so hot that she sighed.

As soon as he entered the gate of the inn, Luo Xing rushed out, hugging Feng Qingge's arm and crying, "My sister, you're finally back, but it made me anxious!"

"I'm not dead, why are you crying so miserably?" Pushing Luo Xing's little head away, Feng Qingge entered the inn.

It's just that her eyes swept across the sitting person, and she couldn't help but look stiff, "Bu Jinyu."

"Miss Feng." Standing up, Bu Jinyu nodded and smiled.

Why is he here? Isn't he in Cencheng, Yunguo? Could it be that something happened to Cencheng? With a tight heart, Feng Qingge couldn't help frowning when he thought of what Gu Cang said that Mu Cangyun was looking for her in a hurry.

"I'm coming, Ah Da!" The wood with the thickness of the arm, like a wooden fish striking a bell, came out of the sky.