After drinking the spiritual tea, the sun had already set in the west. Fu Shiyi and Sanniang hung up the red lanterns they had prepared and pasted the couplets on them, making the ancient elegant home feel a little more New Year's.

Two years in one night, five years in two years.

After the fifth watch, Fu Shiyi and the others returned to Yanyang Courtyard to rest. The old man walking in front let out several suppressed coughs from time to time.

Fu Shiyi, who was closely behind him, waited for the old man to enter the yard and said worriedly:

"Sanniang, when I saw my grandfather keeping watch last night, he coughed frequently. Could it be that an old injury has recurred?"

The old man went out on an adventure a few years ago and was injured in the Dantian. He was not suitable for fighting with others anymore, but he made an exception at Zhangjia and Guyaju Tiankeng.

Although the old man said he was fine, Fu Shiyi felt uneasy.

Sanniang was present in both of the old man's battles, and she knew the specific situation best. The old man ignored his old injuries and forced his magic to activate, and the consequences were naturally not as simple as the recurrence of old injuries.

I'm afraid...the short life span left will become even less.

Sanniang sighed deeply and said nothing more.

Everything is left unsaid.

Fu Shiyi felt nervous.

If only I could find a way to heal the old man's old wounds.

......

Fu Shiyi was lying on the bed, thinking a lot. He was obviously too sleepy to open his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep. He didn't know how long it had been, but a few wisps of fragrant fragrance floated in from the window, refreshing his mind. Fu Shiyi's tense nerves unconsciously

Relaxed and slowly fell into sleep.

After this sleep, it was already noon when I woke up.

"Why did I sleep so deeply?!"

Fu Shiyi was surprised. Her biological clock was always on time.

Fu Shiyi muttered a few words, put on his clothes, stood up, and pushed open the window. Just as he stretched his waist halfway, clusters of fiery red silver star flowers came into view.

The Silver Star fruit tree in the yard actually bloomed early!

There is still more than a month until spring.

Fu Shiyi was overjoyed and pushed open the door to the yard. At this time, Sanniang was standing under the silver star fruit tree. When she saw Fu Shiyi, she smiled. Against the background of the silver star flowers, she really looked more beautiful than the flowers.

"Sanniang, you are so beautiful!"

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but praise him, and Sanniang gave Fu Shiyi a feigned anger.

"It turned out to be the fruit tree that used the "Ling Guan Jue" to transport spiritual energy to bloom first."

Fu Shiyi looked at the east and west sides of the yard, with only the silver star fruit trees blooming on the west side, amazed. At the same time, he looked forward to whether the silver star fruits they produced would change.

At this time, a breeze blew through, and the whole yard was suddenly filled with fragrance.

Come to think of it, it was the fragrance of Silver Star Flowers that made her fall asleep last night!

"Eleven, do you feel that the wood spirit energy in the yard is much stronger?"

Fu Shiyi felt it for a while.

It’s true!

Fu Shiten smiled so hard that his eyebrows curled up. In another twenty or thirty years, when these dozens of silver star fruit trees grow to a height of more than ten feet, the wood spiritual energy in their yard will be no less than a first-level low-grade spiritual spring.

After the New Year.

The eighth uncle came from Yanyang Mulin and informed Fu Shiyi and the old man that the matters related to the selection of alchemy apprentices have been prepared and can be held as soon as the third grandfather and the fourth grandfather come down from the clan.

The location was chosen in Dongcheng of Mulin, Yanyang.

Firstly, it is convenient for participants who are performing tasks outside to save time traveling back and forth to their ancestral home; secondly, there is already a sacrificial hall built in the east city.

The official day of the ceremony has arrived.

Fu Shiyi put on the red formal clothes distributed by the tribe. After getting ready, he and Sanniang went to Yanyang Mulin first.

The outer wall of the east city has long been hung with colorful ribbons, and every household in the city has hung the Fu family's proprietary phoenix-pattern flag. The streets in the city are extremely clean, and the mortals in the clan who are busy coming and going are wearing uniform blue formal clothes.

His face was all red.

For the Fu family, today is a rare and very meaningful day.

The alchemy trial that has been silent for more than a hundred years has been restarted!

And they will be witnesses, how lucky they are!!

There was still half an hour before Sishi, and the participating tribesmen gathered early at the sacrificial hall in the center of the city. Fu Shiyi glanced at the people holding numbered tokens, and counted himself as a total of eighteen people.

They are all under forty years old.

"Eleven, you're here."

Brother Bago, who was having a good time with his tribe in the front corridor of the sacrificial hall, saw Fu Shiyi and immediately came up to him. His smile was a bit nervous. He glanced at the others and whispered:

"Good guy, just now I went to check out the other contestants. They all came prepared, especially the sixth sister from the 17th room. I heard from them that since six years ago, the clan has released

There was a rumor that the alchemy hall was going to be reopened, so she studied "Zixu's Alchemy Notes" day and night, forgetting about food and sleep, like she was possessed by a demon. I saw that I was probably going to study with the prince this time."

Fu Shiyi looked at Sister Six, who was holding a book and reading alone in the corner, and she also became a little nervous.

Due to the shortage of spiritual stones in the clan, the selection of alchemy apprentices this time, according to what my grandfather revealed, should only select one person to train.

Ba Ge and Fu Shiyi chatted for a while, and then other contestants came over to chat with him one after another. Fu Shiyi looked at Ba Ge who was chatting and laughing with others and smiled slightly. It seems that Ba Ge, like his father Ba Bo, is very sociable.

"The time has come!"

A clear voice suddenly sounded.

Although the volume was not high, it spread throughout every corner of the East City, and everyone could hear it clearly, whether inside the sacrificial hall or the tribesmen surrounding it.

The crowd who were having a heated discussion did not dare to make any mistakes and calmed down at the right time.

Fu Shiyi, who was standing respectfully, saw the eighth uncle in purple clothes, who had appeared on the high platform of the sacrificial hall at some time. The smoke from the large incense burner in front of him made his face looming, adding a bit of mystery.<

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"Ring the bell!"

I saw Uncle Ba’s hand raised.

The two tribesmen standing on the left and right steps in front of the first floor of the Bell and Drum Tower immediately used the magic formula to hit the hanging bell and the hanging drum one after another.

"When..."

The ancient bell rang, as if coming from the sky, distant and solemn.

The sound of the bell and the passionate drumbeat that followed were a perfect contrast to each other.

Fu Shiyi felt the speed of his blood flow rising and falling with the sound of bells and drums, making his blood boil.

After nine sounds.

The clear voice of the Eighth Bo came out from the high platform of the sacrificial hall again, and echoed in the void air:

"Children of a clan must provide for each other in poverty, plan for each other's livelihood, support each other in disasters, support each other in sickness, and support each other in marriage... This is the way to prolong the family life, thank you!"

After the word "Bai" falls.

Fu Shiyi and his clan members followed the rhythm of Eighth Uncle and knelt down facing the sacrificial hall.

The forehead is three inches above the ground, exactly.

Winding along the way, I fell to my knees.

Fu Shiyi saw the three nine-inch long incense sticks in the Eighth Uncle's hand. Every time he knelt down and worshiped, one of them would spontaneously ignite. When all three burned together, the Eighth Uncle seemed to be relieved, and then he inserted the incense sticks on the incense burner and gave a fierce blow.

He turned around and said solemnly:

"The road to elixir is long, but I will walk it."

"The way of alchemy is so powerful that I will understand it."

Uncle Ba's voice was ups and downs, shocking people's hearts. Fu Shiyi's heart was inexplicably throbbing, and like the clan members present, he couldn't help but shout along with him:

"The road to elixir is long, but I will walk it."

"The way of alchemy is so powerful that I will understand it."

Hundreds of people shouted in unison, and their voices shook in unison, soaring into the sky. The insects, fish, birds and beasts in the forest thought they had encountered some large beast, and ran away in panic.

Uncle Ba pressed his hands, and everyone stopped shouting instantly. He waved his sleeves fiercely and said loudly:
Chapter completed!