As the New Year approaches, the sky becomes gloomy and a north wind blows, making the trees howl.
Walking out of the hot alchemy stone room, the cold wind ruffled the hem of the Taoist robe. Yan Jing's slightly frowned brow was filled with cold thoughts. She planned to go to the medicine garden three miles away to relieve the fatigue of overthinking. She looked up and saw the viewer climbing up the stairs.
, hurriedly took two steps forward and saluted to greet him.
Zhang Wenfeng has been back for several days. In addition to the normal sword-holding exercises and homework every day, he walks around and talks to people at other times. Today, he specially went to the Alchemy Clinic. Xu Fu smiled and said: "Get up. I gave it to you before.
How’s the refining of the ghost-headed mushroom going?”
Yan Jing stretched out her hand to invite the viewer and led the viewer to the stone castle hall on the other side. The alchemy room was not tidied up and was in a mess. He said: "My disciple is stupid. He used the ghost head mushroom as the main ingredient and started a fire to refine a furnace of second-level Youhuaqiu.
There are only two poisonous elixirs available. I went to Jade Dragon Temple a few days ago to discuss the compatibility of the elixirs with Master Yin, who taught me before, and I thought I would refine the second pot when I am sure."
Things are rare and valuable, so the temple owner gave her two Pileum pilosula. She must refine them well and be worthy of the temple owner's trust.
Walking into the hall, several other monks from the Alchemy Hall came over to say hello, prepare spiritual fruits, and make tea to entertain the guests.
Zhang Wenfeng greeted a few people, motioned Yan Jing to sit down, and said with a smile: "The main medicine is limited, and it can't be used during refining. It's hard to make things difficult for you." He took out two wooden boxes and pushed them to the person opposite the table.
woman.
Yan Jing was a little confused and opened a brown wooden box, which was full of dried Pilead mushrooms. Based on her experience of spending many days studying the medicinal properties of Pilead mushrooms, she could see the medicinal properties of Pilead mushrooms in front of her at a glance.
Full and delicious.
"The ghost-headed mushrooms and ghost grass I just got are quite large. I'll give you fifty or sixty of them first, and let's go ahead and refine them. Alchemy requires a lot of materials, so if you need to go to the mountain leader later, the rest are in the warehouse.
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Zhang Wenfeng spoke in an understatement, and he did not expect that Bai Wuchang collected two large bags of medicine from him, which seemed like worthless things.
Yan Jing stood up all of a sudden, with a look of excitement on her usually cold face. With so many ghost-headed mushrooms to practice with, she believed that she could refine the third-level Youhua Weidu Pill and maintain the rate of about five pills.
, the temple owner is right, alchemists are made of spiritual medicinal materials.
Several other people came around and opened another wooden box to see the strange thing.
The ghost grass is rarer than the ghost head mushroom in the world. It can be used as the main medicine to refine the elixir for improving the soul. It is an absolute hot commodity and no one can have too much.
Yan Jing scolded: "Everyone has no rules. Don't mess with the medicinal materials on the table. Where is the tea for the master of the temple? After waiting for a long time, the spiritual fruit has not been served. Shi Dongyun, what about you, do something to sharpen your mind.
Are you going to wait too long and let the viewers see the joke of our Alchemy Hall?"
The pretty woman named Shi Dongyun was the leader among the second group of disciples. She had a lively personality and said with a smile: "Master, please wait a moment. Senior Sister Yan, you can't even think of monopolizing so many good medicinal materials. Let's all get some points. 99
Yan Jing glared and said: "Don't think that two kinds of medicinal materials are not rare if there are too many. Each of you can have up to three. You have to wait until you study the alchemy skills further and I will allow time to refine them. If anyone can advance to the realm of freedom,
You can make elixirs with your hands free.”…
Shi Dongyun made a weird face and sighed: "I don't know when I will be able to advance to the level of freedom. Oh, it's so difficult!" Seeing Senior Sister Yan raise her eyebrows, she wanted to be punished again, so she quickly shouted: "The tea will be ready soon.
The spiritual fruit will be here soon."
Sneak down and prepare spiritual fruits, snacks, etc.
Zhang Wenfeng watched Yan Jing put the medicinal materials into a stack of separate small wooden boxes, meticulously painted the sealing symbols, and called other monks to move the wooden boxes to the alchemy warehouse and register them in the register. He nodded secretly.
After staying in the Alchemy Hall for half an hour, after understanding the situation, I ended the conversation and got up to go out.
Yan Jing led a group of monks to see the master off and walked to the alchemy room in high spirits.
Zhang Wenfeng came out of the Alchemy Hall and walked along the stream to the top of another hill. When he reached the top of the mountain, a disciple from the Zhike Hall immediately came forward to salute.
"Is Deacon Fan here?"
"In the hall, please wait a moment, Master. The deacon will come out to greet you immediately."
The disciple replied politely.
Fan Chongfeng, who received the letter in the guest hall, took several people with him
He hurried out and invited the unexpected visitor to sit down in the lobby.
Compared with the strict and relaxed internal functions of the Danyi Hall, the Zhike Hall has more rules. No one makes a loud noise, the reception is done skillfully and quietly, all kinds of snacks are served in a moment, and the spiritual tea is placed on the table next to the guest.
It was the mountain chief who discovered that Fan Chongfeng was a well-rounded person, and he admired how he treated people and treated people. After discussing with Fan Chongfeng, who was currently in the world, he appointed Fan Chongfeng as the deacon of Zhi Ke Hall.
Fan Chongfeng, who had been in the wild for many years, had brought together a group of subordinates many times to do some things for welcoming people and sending them off. He was very familiar with it, and regarded it as a cultivation pastime and experience. He strictly abided by the admonition of the master and should not be too eager to pursue the progress of his cultivation.
Otherwise, he would be able to return to his previous cultivation level within three years.
However, it would be a great obstacle to him advancing to a state of freedom within ten years. How could he dare to take it lightly? He wore a fake face and interacted with all kinds of people in Zhi Ke Hall to experience his state of mind. After more than half a year, he realized the benefits of it.
When the mind is calm and the energy is at ease, the energy and spirit are at peace.
Zhang Guanzhu chatted with Fan Chongfeng, who had changed a lot, for a long time, and encouraged him to continue to maintain his attitude and not to be impatient. Once the karma on his body has been completely eliminated, he can gather his mind and practice quietly.
It was almost noon when I walked out of Zhike Hall and waved to Fan Chongfeng not to see him off far.
Zhang Guanzhu walked west along the stream. He was happy to see all the changes in the sect. There was the mountain chief who supervised all the affairs of the sect, Zhao Zhuer took over the Qingzheng Courtyard personally, and the first batch of disciples were in charge of each hall, including Zhang Xuandong, Zhuang Mi, etc.
Disciples have been hoarding money abroad all year round. You Shui Qingru, Chen Zhongyuan went overseas, etc., etc., if we work together, why worry about the sect not being prosperous and strong?
Take a look at the sky, it should snow tomorrow.
The sound of quarrels came from the woods around the bend in the distance.
"Don't call me dog boy. No one is allowed to call me dog boy except the master. If you want to play with me, you must call me 'Zhang Xuan'an', which is the name registered by the mountain chief."
"Why did you change your name again? Does the master know? You are robbing the master again, and then you are robbing me."
Hu Qiang'er was very dissatisfied with his wife's behavior of robbing his master.
If he couldn't find anyone to play with, the apprentices would have gone on annual vacation long ago, and he didn't want to play with this new kid who didn't understand the rules.
Gou Wa proudly said: "The mountain chief told me. He said that the next generation of the word Wen is 'Xuan,' and the word 'Xuan'an sounds good. Of course I have to change it. Hu Qiang'er, you are too domineering."
Okay, you are not the master of the temple. I will not lose a piece of meat when I order you. I tell you, I am much better at what I know. Can you dig loaches in winter? Can you use wooden chopsticks to catch sparrows?
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"Who cares? I can catch sparrows on the tree with my bare hands."
"If you don't use your magic, just use chopsticks to catch a sparrow and show it to me, I will convince you."
Listening to the quarrel between the two little guys, Zhang Wenfeng smiled and walked in the other direction, not to disturb their play. He is a dog and a kid, and he can get involved with anyone. This is a kind of survival tempered by the bottom of society.
ability.
He suddenly raised his head and looked west.
Two black spots were flying towards us at extremely fast speeds. They were Lezi and Yang Shuilan. They had arrived two days ago to celebrate the New Year with the old man.
Just wait for the lame uncle to nag you, people always talk a lot, hehe.
Lu Zijin, Xiao Ni'er and the others are coming home soon.