Wang Yu glanced at him strangely and said, "What's so strange about this?"
"Our Yin Mo Sect is a large sect in the North after all. Is it strange to have a boiler room?"
Chen Yang Zhuangruo asked his question casually, which was the question of tonality.
Wang Yu became more and more strange and said in surprise: "It's the Qi Sect. There are thousands of years of volcanoes that draw out the fire of the earth's veins, but they still need to set up a boiler room."
"Various precious spiritual trees are used for cooking medicinal meals, slow fire refining elixirs, etc."
"Simple earth fire is too hot and intense, and is not suitable for most medicinal diets and alchemy needs."
Wang Yu looked at Chen Yang with the look of a country bumpkin. He didn't turn around until he saw Chen Yang glance over at him.
Chen Yang stopped talking about this topic.
Too many words are wrong.
I dare say that this world of cultivating immortals is really very different from what he imagined.
On the contrary, Wang Yu came to chat, talking a lot about how the sycamore tree raised the phoenix and the strange fire, the gloomy wood ignited the yin fire, and so on.
It turns out that the main thing is to cultivate these strange fires in the boiler room and use them for medicinal meals and alchemy.
As for supplying hot water to restaurants and soup pools, providing heat to some caves, etc., that is all incidental.
Well, Chen Yang had to admit that Wang Yu's expression when he saw the country bumpkin was not wrong.
"Huh? How do you know so clearly?"
Chen Yang looked at Wang Yu funny.
Before he asked, he searched the memory of the original owner and was very sure that even the original owner had never heard of these things, just like the Heavenly Book.
It’s not that these things are so mysterious and complicated, but that if you don’t reach that level and haven’t done similar things, it’s impossible to understand them.
After all, this is too different from ordinary people's lives.
Neither Chen Yang nor Wang Yu, the original owner, had ever been assigned to work in the boiler room, so the original owner didn't know.
Here comes the problem.
Wang Yu is shy and withdrawn, and his popularity is much worse than that of his original owner. Who will tell him things that even the original owner doesn't know?
Under Chen Yang's playful gaze, Wang Yu's expression changed, and he turned his head unnaturally and said: "I just listened to what other brothers said at the lecture platform, and I just wrote it down. I don't know if it is right or wrong."
Lecture platform?
Chen Yang's smile became more and more playful.
He still remembered that when he was at the lecture platform, Wang Yu rarely showed anger towards a person.
"Okay, let's just take it as such."
Chen Yang waved his hand, looking like he was letting you go.
Wang Yu was anxious: "Just take it as it is, it is..."
"Okay, okay."
Chen Yang turned around and went out, his hands behind his back, too lazy to listen to what he was making up.
The errands in the boiler room don't start until the evening and end in the early morning.
In the following days, Chen Yang rarely came back at night.
He didn't care, and he didn't go to inquire about the news early or go to the boiler room, but ran straight to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.
The Ten Thousand Demons Cave is not much different from when Chen Yang came before. People come in and out occasionally. When they go in, they are full of ambition and high spirits. When they come out, they hold on to the wall and walk, as if they were mourning their heirs.
Chen Yang walked in with his head held high.
I stayed there for most of the day.
The demons in dozens of caves have shrunk in size as if they had been starved for several days, and their bodies were like mist, trembling as if they were about to dissipate.
When Chen Yang came out of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, he looked up and saw the setting sun. The warm evening light penetrated the Black Demon Mountain, and it seemed to be dyed with a dark luster from the Yin Demon Realm.
"Go to work."
Chen Yang recalled the various spells and exercises he had collected today, integrated them into the memory palace, and headed to the boiler room with a full sense of accomplishment.
Except for him, no one can read the secrets in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons as if they were martial arts novels.
Outside the boiler room, before Chen Yang stepped in, he heard whispers inside. Someone was mentioning his name...