"Haha, Junior Brother Chen, don't blame us for making such a fuss. Back then, that boy Chen Wang..."
Qiu Jiansheng shook his head with an expression that he couldn't bear to see.
Chen Yang asked, partly out of curiosity and partly to change the subject: "What happened back then when Chen Wang was enshrined?"
Mo Buchou laughed sarcastically: "What else can I do? During the exchange, he said that he had made a good elixir that can eliminate erysipelas, eliminate foreign qi, and help practice."
"He wants to distribute it to us, but the three of us dare not eat his elixir."
Chen Yang blinked and could vaguely guess that it was a large social death scene.
Out of pride that he had just reacted quickly and avoided such a tragic scene, Chen Yang really wanted to know how embarrassed Chen Wang was back then.
Without his compliments, Mo Buchou continued: "Chen Wang felt that our distrust of him was an insult to his alchemy skills, so he swallowed the elixir on his own."
"The first one, no response."
"Chen Wang kept mumbling that he shouldn't, and took the second and third pills..."
"Take four pills and go down."
"Then, all the clothes on his body exploded, and all kinds of strange smells, erysipelas, and one-third of the blood in his body exploded out of the pores all over his body, especially from his buttocks..."
It’s not surprising that the old hermaphrodite with such a weird spirit actually showed an attitude that he couldn’t bear to continue talking. He paused, skipped the key point, and then said: “After he spurted out that energy, he rose into the sky, and finally
We found him a mile away. Most of Chen Wang's bones were broken and he had to lie in bed for half a year before he recovered."
After Mo Buchou finished speaking, the whole courtyard fell silent.
Everyone feels sad.
The same goes for Chen Yang.
He couldn't help but shiver. Thinking about it made him feel miserable and painful. It was not as simple as social death.
Mo Buchou didn't make it too clear. Chen Yang had the experience he just had, so why didn't he understand?
Chen Wang's biggest burst of energy at that time must have been ejected from the chrysanthemum path, and then his whole body shot up into the sky and flew out like a rocket.
When he was found, there might be a big bloody hole behind him.
What a miserable old man.
With the comparison, Chen Yang immediately put the previous embarrassment behind him.
No longer embarrassed, Chen Yang remembered what was wrong and asked in surprise: "Why are you all here?"
As Chen Yang spoke, his eyes fell on Mr. Yu.
This old guy not only came here by himself, but also brought many miners with him.
If it weren't for his quick reaction, that scene would have spread throughout the entire Tonglu Mountain in less than an hour.
As if he saw the evil in Chen Yang's eyes, Yu Lao'er quickly said: "The little old man is here to deliver wood to Chen Gongfeng, eh, isn't this?"
Chen Yang turned his eyes and saw outside the courtyard gate.
There was a large pile of wood scattered there. Its color was as black as iron, with a metallic luster and an oily sheen. It was the best wood produced nearby, ironwood.
Iron wood can be used as furniture and beams, and finally it is burned into high-end animal charcoal, but it is wasted when used for fire.
Chen Yang nodded, seeming to believe it, but in his heart he said: "I believe you, you are such a bad old man."
As soon as Chen Yang took a look at the wood that Chen Wan had brought back, he saw that half of the yard was piled up, enough to burn for a while.
These wools were all collected from Mr. Yu, could he know?
Chen Yang looked at Qiu Jiansheng and others again.
"Cough cough cough~"
Qiu Jiansheng coughed twice, his face turned red, and he said, "Didn't I hear Old Yutou say that Chen Gongfeng wants to make elixirs? Let's come here to learn."
Chen Yang was automatically translating in his mind: