First it echoed in the sea of consciousness, then the sea of consciousness shattered, and then it echoed in the alchemy furnace, which boiled inside.
"Bang~"
The water in the alchemy furnace filled up, and in an instant, it evaporated into a thick mist that filled the air and poured out from the large opening of the alchemy furnace, like a huge chimney.
The inner wall of the alchemy furnace should be clean and dry.
Chen Yang sat cross-legged, his eyes open, and he glanced at the entire inner wall.
But I saw that it was empty and empty.
It seemed as if everything I had seen before was just a dream.
"What a great trick."
Chen Yang sighed with emotion and stood up.
As he stood up, he pulled himself up and jumped out of the copper elixir furnace.
Outside, the entire yard is shrouded in mist, and each medicinal plant is covered with dew and swaying gently, as if it has its own spirituality.
"Cough cough cough~"
Chen Wan walked out of the mist with wet hair, looking confused, obviously unable to figure out what happened?
Chen Yang was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Wan'er, go find Yu Lao'er and get some wood, and tell me that I want to open a furnace to make elixirs."
"Yes, Master."
Chen Wan responded and ran out quickly.
As soon as the courtyard door opened, the mist poured out and dispersed between the sky and the earth, as if it had never existed before.
Chen Wan walked out briskly. Except when she passed the courtyard where Mo Wuchou lived, her expression changed and she opened her eyes bitterly. The rest of the time, she was as cheerful as a little bird just out of its cage.
Seeing her coming, Yu Lao'er said with a smile: "Wan'er, did grandpa's teachings work? Does Chen Congfeng like you more?"
Chen Wan wrinkled her nose and hummed: "It's useless."
She leaned over, tugged on Mr. Yu's sleeve, and said, "The master said he needs good wood, and he wants to open a furnace to make elixirs."
"Can this...be considered an offering?"
"No need to charge extra money?"
Chen Wan said shrewdly.
Chen Yang did not explain the cost of the wood, nor did he say what kind of wood he would use. Chen Wan made her own decision, asking for good wood and not paying for it.
Mr. Yu was speechless and said with a wry smile: "Of course, of course."
"only......"
Chen Wan looked at Mr. Yu warily: "What?"
Mr. Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He rubbed the little girl's head and sighed: "Chen Congfeng, like Chen Wangfeng before him, treats us mortals as human beings."
"I will definitely give you some convenience."
"Little girl, what are you thinking about."
Chen Wan didn't know what she was thinking of, and she looked sad. Then she recovered, stretched out her little finger, and said to Mr. Yu: "Grandpa, it's a deal, and you're not allowed to go back on it. When will you send it?"
Mr. Yu laughed and said, "Just give it to me, just give it to me. I will give it to you personally."
Mr. Yu summoned several miners to transport the stored timber to Chen Yang's yard.
While making arrangements, he said to Chen Wan: "Little girl, when the time comes, tell Chen Gongfeng that there is a bottomless pit about alchemy. Don't get too obsessed with it, or you won't be able to pull it out."
"He is so young and such an immortal. Don't go astray, like Chen Wang worshiping him."
Mr. Yu sighed as he spoke: "Grandpa often thinks that if Chen Wangzong hadn't been so obsessed with alchemy, he might not have..." "Hey, I won't tell you, don't tell me, you remember.
"
Chen Wan turned away and faced Mr. Yu with the back of her head: "Wan'er won't talk about it. Grandpa, you can go alone."
Mr. Yu touched his nose, which was red from drinking, and said with a wry smile, "Grandpa, you don't dare."