When the alchemy furnace was opened, a burst of green smoke floated over, and there was a burning smell.
Li Yu went a little crazy. He pinched the clay figure and asked, "What's going on?"
"Maybe it's because my brain isn't very bright, or maybe it's because I'm not talented enough."
Li Yu said angrily: "Then it's all my own responsibility?"
"right."
Li Yu was extremely angry and laughed back, "I don't know the same as you, you are just a piece of mud."
The clay figurine stops talking. Unless you ask him, he will ignore anything else and will never take the initiative to say a word to you.
"Hey, failed again?"
A person came in at the door, and you could tell it was Lu Lingqi just by looking at her legs, and there was a faint scent of wine coming from her whole body.
"Forget it, the heat is too difficult to control."
Lu Lingqi smiled and said: "So you want to make elixirs by yourself, but it's not as easy as you thought."
Li Yu had only seen Lin Lingsu making alchemy and was not familiar with it, so he asked: "Do you know something about it?"
"I don't understand how you can try to make an elixir. You have to know that the process of refining an elixir involves extracting the essence, removing the dross, blending various essences with each other, and carving Taoist patterns on the elixir. This is a very difficult task.
Unless you have a deep understanding of the Tao, how can you succeed? Look at the six dynasties monks, there are only a few who can make alchemy, and there are not many in each furnace."
Li Yu was a little discouraged and said dejectedly: "I'm not Lao Lin yet, so I have to practice by myself."
"He really thinks highly of you. Since he said it, you might as well give it a try." Lu Lingqi blinked at him, "Come on, my little Sai'er is waiting to eat."
After Lu Lingqi left, Li Yu closed the door of the alchemy room and began to think seriously.
Alchemy is a monk's perception of nature, so it should be different for everyone.
You can listen to the clay figurine’s elixir prescription, but the fire it talks about is Zuo Ci’s Tao, not your own Tao. If you copy it completely, how can you carve Tao patterns on it?
It's the same reason that it's impossible to become an immortal by completely copying other people's insights.
Li Yu sat on the futon, put another batch of ingredients into the alchemy furnace, and then began to use his spiritual power to feel the spirit of the five elements contained in them.
At the beginning, the five elements' spirits were in disorder in the alchemy furnace.
Li Yu began to run the Taiping Sutra, control these spiritual powers, and test the results of their blending and collision.
This process was very tedious and boring, but Li Yu enjoyed it.
This is a new world. It turns out that the five elements of spirit are not just used alone. When mixed, various unimaginable effects will appear.
As Li Yu went deeper and deeper, he found that things began to turn around. They were no longer chaotic and random. There seemed to be a pattern that he was about to catch——
On the top of Zhengjingmen Mountain, a large number of people gathered outside the alchemy room.
Their leader has not come out for a long time. It has been fifteen days since he started refining the elixir that day.
Logically speaking, there should not be so much grass in fifteen days. However, the outside of the alchemy room is covered with various vines. Because it is a simple alchemy room, now it is covered with grass and looks like an unattended tomb in the wilderness.
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Yang Zhi sighed and said: "In the opinion of the Yisa family, it is better to invite the national master."
Shi Qian volunteered and went to Yuanmiao Mountain to invite people.
When they reached the top of the mountain, Lin Lingsu was meditating. She asked a few questions and said with a smile: "No one is allowed to disturb him. No one is allowed to go to the top of the mountain."
Shi Qian asked anxiously: "Are you really okay?"
Lin Lingsu glanced at him and said, "If you don't believe me, what are you doing here?"
Shi Qian hesitated and retreated, but he was afraid of the people in the Zhengjing Sect. At this time, he had already taken action and ran back quickly.
Lin Lingsu smiled with some relief. He stood up and waved his finger, taking in a panoramic view of the scene in the distance.
Sure enough, Li Jun and Da Qiao at the top of the mountain were already preparing to dig out the alchemy room.
"Everyone stop it!"
When Da Qiao saw him coming back, he said happily: "Shi Qian'er, where is the Imperial Master?"
"The Imperial Master is not here, but we are asking everyone not to mess around, and no one is allowed to come to the top of the mountain again."
"Really?" Huang Xin asked with a frown.
"Hey, at this time, I don't have time to joke with you."
Everyone felt a little relieved and started going down the mountain one after another. Da Qiao placed a few paper cranes on the trees at the top of the mountain so that she could keep an eye on the goings-on here.
After everyone left, Shi Qian still felt a little uneasy when he thought of Lin Lingsu's words.
He simply took a trip on the way up the mountain and stood guard here by himself.
This lasted for another fifteen days, and the weather gradually became colder.
The vines outside the alchemy room are getting deeper and deeper, and the sound of running water can be heard from time to time.
Shi Qian was chewing dry food when he suddenly noticed a sparrow on top of the alchemy room.
This bird's body is more than three times larger than that of an ordinary sparrow, and there is a tuft of hair on the top of its head, which is actually pure white. The little bird opens its mouth and spits out a few bunches of flames. Although they are very small, they are indeed genuine flames.
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Shi Qian quickly rubbed his eyes and saw that outside the "grave"-like alchemy room, not only the vegetation grew horribly, but also many birds, insects and small animals had undergone surprising changes.
Crickets as big as fists, transparent frogs, fire-breathing birds, and vines that prey on birds and beasts
"this"
Shi Qian froze on the spot, feeling extremely shocked. He was even more convinced that the master was inside and it was a critical moment.
Don't let anyone disturb the master
He sat upright and guarded the road at the top of the mountain, not allowing anyone to go up the mountain.
Late at night, the wind and frost made him a little cold, and the cold wind flowed into his clothes along the cuffs. Shi Qian shrank his neck, sat on the ground, and began to practice.
He has practiced the authentic Taoist qi training technique, which only guides him to step into the path of a monk. What he needs is to practice hard like an ordinary Taoist monk. It is best to live in seclusion in the mountains and breathe in and out.
As soon as he started, his body felt like a heavy blow, and the spiritual energy around him became chaotic and violent, which was very different from when he practiced before.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have stopped long ago, but times have changed. His experiences since childhood have made him extraordinarily tenacious.
He gritted his teeth and persevered. Although the spiritual power was violent, it was several times as powerful as during daily practice. Shi Qian was a little greedy and was unwilling to give up this opportunity. During the day, he saw that birds and beasts had undergone shocking changes, let alone humans.
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Perhaps this was a rare opportunity. After taking a few breaths, the spiritual energy began to impact his meridians.
Shi Qian also opened the Qi Sea and Luntai after taking Lin Lingsu's elixir, but they are still very fragile now.
He forced it to operate like this, and the violent zhenqi immediately stirred up severe pain all over his body, making him couldn't help shouting.
Soon, blood flowed from all the orifices on Shi Qian's face, red spots were all over his body, and he was about to explode and die.
Shi Qian glanced at the top of the mountain unwillingly, and inserted a wooden stick used as a pillow in his hand on the steps. The violent Qi in his body had an outlet to vent. An ordinary wooden stick was inserted on the steps.
Debris flew everywhere, and more than half of the sticks were embedded in the rocks.
Shi Qian felt a little better. He gritted his teeth and wrote on the ground with his fingers: No going up the mountain.
