If she was a weapon refiner, wouldn't the alchemy skills she had learned throughout her life be passed down by no one?
Even if you are an idiot in alchemy, even ordinary practitioners can make significant progress after receiving her inheritance.
Only the weapon refiner is very troublesome.
As we all know, cultivators can only choose one profession when refining elixirs or refining weapons, because both require spiritual fire, and the two fires have different attributes. If you forcefully practice two professions, the outcome is doomed to be tragic.
He Ru looked at Qingge's face and frowned tightly.
She was already dead, and her body had experienced three hundred years of wind, frost, snow and rain. At the moment when she really died, she wanted to pass on the art of alchemy.
"Senior, I want to make elixirs." Qingge seemed to have understood He Rushi's thoughts and said.
She has been exploring the method of alchemy, and now she can also distinguish those strange medicinal materials.
He Ru narrowed his eyes, full of majesty, "You are such an insatiable girl. You are good at refining weapons and taming animals, and you are a genius among fellow practitioners in the third line. Why bother to focus on alchemy? You don't have any talent in alchemy, let alone you. I'm already a weapon refiner, it's almost impossible to become an alchemist."
"Senior, can you cure the poison of fallen flowers?" Qingge asked.
She is obsessed with refining elixirs simply because no one can cure the poison in Mo Xie's body. If she just sits there and waits for death, she can only watch Mo Xie die step by step.
At least Ye Qingtian's illness was able to be contained and repaired by Akabane.
Qing Ge frowned tightly, if Lian He Ru couldn't do anything...
She could already feel that Mo Xie's passion was not as boiling as before. No one could bear the pain when he was poisoned and the collapse when he was sober. He had been suffering for a year, and if he continued to persist, he would suffer in vain.
No matter how strong your willpower is, your spirit will become weak under double torture.
"Falling flower poison?" He Ru's eyes flashed, "Is your friend poisoned by falling flower poison?"
"yes."
He Ru's eyes changed when she looked at Qingge. She originally thought that Qingge was greedy, but she didn't know that he was trying to save people.
He Ru had a compassionate heart. She sighed and said: "Before refining the resurrecting potion, I had been looking for a way to detoxify Falling Flower Poison, but there was still one step missing. Then what happened with the Resurrection Potion and Falling Flower Poison The antidote has been delayed."
One step away...
Even He Ru was still one step away, and the other alchemists could only remain in a daze.
Akabane said that Mo Xie was terminally ill and there was no cure.
Even the old doctor from the Alchemy Mansion was unable to do anything.
He tried every means to extend Mo Xie's life, but this road eventually came to an end.
Now, it's the end.
"Little girl, I admire your courage. That's all. I will give you all my achievements in life, including my incomplete antidote for falling flower poison. You are a weapon refiner. If you want to make an elixir, you must remember , don’t use the spiritual fire of the refiner to make elixirs. You already have the blood demon’s evil energy in your body. Once your spirit is backfired by the flames and the blood demon’s evil energy takes advantage of it, you may have to come down to meet me.”
He Ru walked up to Qingge, raised his hand gently, and tapped Qingge's eyebrows with his fingertips.
A trace of wind appeared, as if an iron rod was inserted into Qingge's brain and stirred wildly. He was covered in cold sweat, and he was in pain, and life was worse than death.
"If you can't hold on, then give up." He Ru said.
What surprised her was that except for the cold sweat all over her body and the slight frown on her eyebrows, Qing Ge had not changed at all.
He Ru nodded, but he was very disappointed.
If Ye Qingge is not a weapon refiner, she believes that as long as Ye Qingge gets her inheritance, Ye Qingge will be the second one in the four-star continent.
Under the faint light, He Rushi's figure gradually became transparent, her eyes were gentle and kind, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Yong Ye and I have a child, named Yong Feng." He Rushi's voice sounded in his ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes softly.
He Rushi's body turned into light and shadow. Qingge subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab the light, but it was mottled and broken.
Yongfeng...
What about Snake Burial, who is he?
Qingge had a splitting headache. She sat cross-legged on the ground. She raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows. In this way, she felt more comfortable.
The soft song summoned the huge lunar eclipse cauldron.
The Lunar Eclipse Cauldron is a dual-purpose cauldron. It can not only refine elixirs, but also refine weapons. But the key point is, looking at the four stars, how can there be anyone who is a master of both alchemy and weapon refining?
Little Moon Eclipse was lying on the cauldron, blinking at Qingge, his little head tilted to one side.
Qingge stretched out her hand with her palm upward, and a loud voice appeared in her mind.
If you want to make an elixir, you cannot use spiritual fire...
So what should I use?
If we don't use spiritual fire, is it possible to use water to make elixirs?
Qingge thought hard at the bottom of the cliff all night, but in the end there was no result.
Moon Flame is a derivative of Spiritual Fire, and she cannot use Moon Flame.
But other than that, there is no other fire element in her body.
The silent night was cold and desolate, and the mountains of bones were piled up like a secluded underworld.
Seeing that it was almost dawn, Qing Ge stood up, shook his head and sighed.
"Nama, what is the third kind of fire?" Qing Ge frowned in annoyance.
She received He Rushi's inheritance and could know thousands of medicinal materials, elixirs, and methods of refining medicines. However, if she could not summon the third kind of fire, it would be in vain.
After Qing Ge finished speaking, he was stunned again.
A habit that has lasted for several years can be changed at any time.
A soft song swept up to the mouth of the ruthless cliff. On the edge of the cliff, the two Aventurine cods were drunk and lay on the grass and fell asleep.
The corner of Qingge's mouth twitched, and she squatted down and patted Mo Xie's face, "Old Xie, it's time to wake up."
After Qingge shouted several times, Aventurine had woken up, but Mo Xie remained motionless.
Qing Ge's heart twitched violently. She shook Mo Xie several times, but there was still no movement.
The limbs gradually became cold, and Qingge's hands were trembling.
At this moment, Mo Xie grinned and said, "You must be scared."
However, looking at Qingge's empty eyes and dull look, Mo Xie felt guilty.
Qingge stood up and walked towards Luohua City without saying a word along the way.
At that moment, she really thought something had happened to Mo Xie.
Aventurine shook his head helplessly, "Brother Mo, if the joke is too big, something will happen."
Mo Xie drooped his hands and lowered his head, "Won't you get used to it after trying it a few times?"
Aventurine was startled and took a deep breath.
Mo Xie had already made plans to die.
He was only afraid that Qingge wouldn't be able to bear such a result.
Suddenly, Mo Xie looked up and smiled like a chrysanthemum. He quickly followed Qing Ge, holding a wine gourd in his hand, blocking Qing Ge's path, "Xiao Ge'er, don't be angry."
"roll--"
"You really have the most poisonous heart in a woman! Are you just ignoring our friendship for many years?" Mo Xie stopped and said angrily.
Qing Geli ignored it and continued walking forward. She couldn't bear this kind of joke. At that moment, the sky fell and the earth collapsed.
Her mind went blank and she couldn't think.
What should she do?
When she saw Mo Xie's smiling face, her heart calmed down, but then she thought that this day might come soon, and she felt extremely painful.