The little tiger was happy, but before leaving, he reminded An Qingli again and again not to forget to take him with him the next time he sneaks out of the clan.
An Qingli touched the tiger's head and secretly agreed.
"Master, remember to take me with you!" Xiao Huzi warned again.
If the master were to enter Wancheng Kingdom again, he would definitely have to use the Mustard Seed Space to sneak there, otherwise he would not be able to pass through the two killing formations outside there.
"I know, let's go." An Qingli nodded again.
In the spirit beast bag, the little Pegasus mocked the little tiger.
The little tiger finally relaxed his mind, flapped his wings and brought up a gust of wind, left the Grand Master's Hall in the blink of an eye, and flew proudly to the nine-story pagoda.
Outside the Grandmaster's Hall, several elders had agreed on several candidates and informed them to Qiu Xuanjing.
Qiu Xuanjing left with the list, and wanted to verify the names on the list again. Several other eighth-level alchemists bowed to the master in the palace and left reluctantly.
Mo Chen, Chu Yao and Chu Yao entered the palace and closed the door, finally able to watch the alchemy refining in peace.
But An Qingli took out the storage bag, took out more than a hundred high-level spiritual plants, and lined them up on the long table.
These spiritual plants are all packed in high-grade jade boxes. They are all the same spiritual plants, and the years are roughly similar.
"Master, what do you mean?" Chu Yaohe and Mo Chen stood opposite the table and asked respectfully.
An Qingli said calmly: "The reason why the ninth-grade elixir is difficult, first of all, is to accurately grasp the medicinal properties. You may sort these more than a hundred spiritual plants one by one according to their medicinal properties."
Chu Yaohe looked embarrassed. He was not even an eighth-level alchemist. He could occasionally refine eighth-level elixirs, but the elixir-making rate was too low. He could not be considered a real eighth-level alchemist, so he did not go.
Delve into the spiritual plants for refining the ninth-grade elixir.
Mo Chen frowned at the side and said: "The master is willing to teach, and the disciple is willing to give it a try."
An Qingli nodded and asked Mo Chen to take action.
Mo Chen accepted the order, first took a jade box and placed it, and then according to his knowledge, he placed the other jade boxes on both sides of the original jade box according to their medicinal properties.
Chu Yaohe watched carefully from the side. Although he didn't have much research on the spiritual plant in front of him, as an eighth-grade alchemist, he had his own eyesight. With the sense he had cultivated for many years, he had already noticed several things that were wrong.
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But Mo Chen seemed quite confident and decisive in his actions, and did not think that his judgment was wrong.
Chu Yaohe and Mo Chen both felt that their own judgment was correct, which is why several alchemy masters of the same level gathered together and argued with each other, no one convinced the other.
At first, Mo Chen was still playing very fast, but as he got to the back, he became slower.
When placing the last few jade boxes, Elder Mo Chen shook his head. He couldn't be sure, so he put them in at will where the medicinal properties were similar.
"Please correct me, Grandmaster." Mo Chen also knew that there were a few things wrong, so he sincerely asked for advice.
An Qingli brushed his hands over the jade boxes and picked out the wrong jade boxes one by one. There were as many as forty.
Mo Chen was shocked and said more sincerely: "Please give me some advice, Grandmaster."
An Qingli returned the erroneous jade boxes to their correct positions one by one and explained the reasons in detail.
Mochen, Chu Yao and Zizi listened attentively and nodded in agreement.
Especially Chu Yaohe, this was the first time he heard such a detailed explanation of the art of grass recognition. Such a patient and detailed explanation was much better than that of his senior brother.
My senior brother probably knew it in his heart, but he was too lazy to explain too much. He just asked his junior brother to take him aside and watch and learn seriously.
When it comes to the ability to teach disciples, my senior brother only knows the outlines and details, but he is really much worse than Qingli's nephew.
After Mo Chen heard this, he was even more grateful. No wonder his unfilial disciple Ji Xiaopeng wanted to become two masters at the same time. Grandmaster Qingli was concise and accurate in his words and was indeed good at teaching his disciples.
An Qingli talked for more than half an hour, feeling a little thirsty, so Xiao Lingxi quickly grabbed a cup of tea.
Mo Chen said with shame: "This should be my responsibility, I can't let others do it for me."
An Qingli was enjoying the tea ceremony: "It doesn't matter if no one else is around. But you can understand what I just explained."
"Understood." Mochen and Chu Yao nodded excitedly.
An Qingli flicked his sleeves, disrupted the arranged jade boxes, and then said: "Each of you can restore it once and repeat the reason again."
Mo Chen, who was on the eighth rank, did not give in, and immediately said: "Disciple, come first."
Chu Yaohe watched carefully and reviewed it in his mind. But somehow, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if he had gone back to the time when his master was testing his homework.
An Qingli listened intently and was quite satisfied. The ability of a high-level alchemist is indeed different from ordinary people, otherwise he would not be able to reach the high level.
Elder Mo Chen passed the test successfully.
It's Chu Yaohe's turn again.
Chu Yaohe made three mistakes, which was quite good. However, when someone compared him, Chu Yaohe inevitably felt ashamed. With An Qingli's permission, he took out a book called "Yaohe's Experience" from his storage bag.
I took out my booklet, took out my ink pen, and recorded the mistakes one by one.
For the next half month, An Qingli taught the two of them how to read herbs, as if he was not in any hurry to make elixirs.
The two also knew that An Qingli had devoted himself to teaching them alchemy, so Qin Fen was acting abnormally. While An Qingli was in isolation and restraint, meditating and adjusting his breath, the two of them were still discussing and reviewing what they had learned during the day, not wanting to make any mistakes.
In the past, they only had a vague idea of the medicinal properties of herbal medicines, but what An Qingli taught recently seemed to have set a benchmark for them.
No wonder Grandmaster Qingli’s elixir success rate is so astonishing. No one can match him in terms of knowledge of herbs.
In terms of insights on knowledge alone, Grandmaster Mu Sheng may not be able to compare with him.
Sure enough, every alchemy master has his own set of unique insights.
Mo Chen had dark circles under his eyes and thought silently in his heart. If he really became a ninth-grade alchemist one day, he would probably be the best at practicing the ninth-grade pills with the highest success rate, and it would be the relatively common ninth-grade spirit-boosting pills.
The price of ninth-grade elixirs varies depending on the rarity of the spiritual plants required. The spiritual-boosting pills under the ninth-grade are relatively cheap, while the soul-transforming pills under the ninth-grade are extremely expensive.
Chu Yao and Chu Yao also have two black eyes. Although the ninth-grade elixir cannot be refined, with the newly learned ability to recognize herbs, the eighth-grade elixir should have a better elixir yield rate.
An Qingli came out of the isolation and restraint to regulate his breathing. Two people with dark circles under their eyes were already standing respectfully beside the case.
The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, he really couldn't become a Buddha without being crazy, so he ordered the two of them to sit cross-legged and rest for three hours immediately.
The two of them were still a little reluctant.
Xiao Lingxi opened her mouth, spit out a large bronze mirror, and held it up to show them what a beggar she looked like now.
The two of them were so ashamed that they applied the dust-purifying technique, shaved their beards, and were forced to sit cross-legged for three hours to adjust their breaths. Their eyes shone again.