The apprentice was in the Mahayana stage. He looked about twenty years old and had a handsome appearance. He had a grassy aura and looked at Hu Qing curiously.
Zeng Ya asked him to get ten pieces of medicinal materials for refining Qingxin Dan. He ran and ran back and handed them to Hu Qing: "Fairy, if you need anything, just call me. My name is Zhuocai."
Hu Qing thanked her, and Zhuocai stepped away with a smile, standing in a corner not far from her.
In this way, they are learning alchemy at close range. Such a position cannot be obtained even by good disciples.
Hu Qing heated up the furnace, put in the medicinal herbs, and refined the concoction. His movements were not slow at all.
Zeng Ya looked at it and nodded repeatedly. No problem, he is very skilled. Basic elixirs like Qingxin Dan are easy to make. As long as there is no accident, it is impossible not to make the elixir.
He was full of confidence, but Hu Qing had no clue at all. Her alchemy refining, like her weapon refining, belongs to the metaphysics of metaphysics. Just as she couldn't explain why she was so good at refining weapons without a teacher, she couldn't explain why she couldn't make alchemy.
I can only say that it is destined.
The medicinal liquid is refined, impurities are removed, fused, reacted, and slowly solidified. It is about to succeed - bang, the pill explodes.
Zeng Ya didn't stare at it all the time, he thought it was okay. Suddenly I heard a slight sound coming from Hu Qing's alchemy furnace. I was stunned for three seconds, then I held the alchemy furnace to look at it. Oops, there were dozens of pills in the furnace, none of them were round, they were all turned into black slag. There is no room for redemption at all.
"Eager for success? Come again, this time you go slower." Zeng Ya didn't take it seriously at this time.
Hu Qing cleaned the alchemy furnace, picked up a portion of herbs, and started all over again. This time Zeng Ya stared at the inside of the alchemy furnace without blinking. No problem, no problem, no problem, no problem, no problem poof.
The elixir has exploded and become a scumbag that cannot even be praised.
Zeng Ya rubbed his eyes: "Come again!"
Pfft.
"Come again!!"
Poof.
“Again!!!”
Poof.
After all ten pieces were wasted, Hu Qing looked at Zeng Ya with an innocent face: Now, have you given up?
Zeng Ya didn't give up, he didn't even find out what the problem was.
It would be fine if Hu Qing was not the material, but she was precise in every step, why couldn't it be possible? He must find out the reason!
Ask Zhuocai to get the herbs again, this time to refine the Miasma-Breaking Pill.
Hu Qing did not give in just because she couldn't make the elixir. She also wanted to find out the reason. A monk, oh no, she is an immortal. She couldn't even make a basic elixir. It would be embarrassing to tell anyone.
However, the facts told her that no matter how hard she worked, no matter how serious she was, it would be in vain if she didn’t have any talent.
Ten pots in a row were all ruined.
“Ah” I feel so tired.
What happened to "ah"?
The master and the apprentice stared at each other with big eyes.
Zeng Ya still refused to give up: "This time I will give you a hand."
Still ten portions of herbs and Yuan-tonifying elixirs.
Zhuocai had a confused look on his face when he brought it over. He was just watching and learning, and he didn’t know what he had learned.
This time, Zeng Ya simply put a trace of his spiritual consciousness into the elixir. Yes! Everything was fine, but when it finally became a pill, it exploded without warning.
What is the reason? -
"Ten more! This time, do something for me." Zeng Ya rolled up his sleeves, but he didn't believe it.
Hu Qing was helpless and really wanted to advise him: People, sometimes you have to accept your fate.
This time, Zeng Ya’s main force, Hu Qingdaicao, was successful in the first pot. The round pill balls lay quietly at the bottom and exuded fragrance.
Zeng Ya took a sniff and saw that it was top grade, at his level. He said to Hu Qing: "For the second pot, I will do the first one, and you will make the last pot."
Hu Qing nodded.
There is no suspense, the half-finished elixir was destroyed in her hands.
Zeng Ya: "The third pot, you come first, and I'll make the elixir."
Hu Qing had no objection, and handed over the steps of processing the herbs to the final solidification of the liquid to Zeng Ya.
It’s done, top quality.
Zeng Ya nodded: "It seems that there is a problem with Cheng Dan in the end."
Hu Qing nodded: "Yes, what is the problem with Cheng Dan?"
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Zeng Ya: "You do it again and I'll take a look." Hu Qingping did it again, pfft.
“Don’t use your spiritual consciousness, only your spiritual power.”
Pfft.
“Only use spiritual consciousness, not spiritual power.”
puff.
"No need for spiritual power or consciousness, just control of fire."
Pfft.
Zeng Ya was angry: "Change the furnace!"
Give Hu Qing the use of his beloved alchemy furnace.
As soon as Hu Qing got started, he knew that this alchemy furnace was of the highest quality, not comparable to his own. But no matter how good the pill furnace is, it can't change the fact that she is a Danpu.
Zeng Ya was angry again: "Change the fire!"
Change the fire?
Hu Qing almost thought he didn't hear clearly. How could he change the fire? She didn't even use spiritual fire. The spiritual fire is more powerful.
I saw Zeng Ya running away and then running back, holding a person in his hand and pointing at the bottom of the alchemy furnace: "Put your water and fire in."
Fire in water? Hu Qing looked at the person in front of him curiously. He had never seen a handsome middle-aged man with a gentle temperament. He hesitated and called out: "Hello, master."
The handsome middle-aged man smiled: "I am Danbu. Minister, Zhong Heng.”
Hu Qing saluted solemnly: “Hello, master, my disciple Hu Qing has a good temper. , nodded to her: "I heard that you gave some good suggestions to the Qi Department. Now the Qi Department is very busy. Come to the Dan Department today, do you have any suggestions?"
Zeng Ya said impatiently: " You have your work to do now, take out your fire and use it, see why this child is so difficult to become a pill?”
Zhong Heng had not yet seen how powerful Hu Qing was in making alchemy, so he didn't take it seriously. Is it difficult to become a pill? It must be that the technology is not good enough. Fortunately, my spiritual fire is gentle and I just need to cooperate with her.
As a result, after cooperation, Zhong Heng also discovered that something was wrong. It seemed to be fine, but why did it explode?
He became interested: "You make another furnace and I will take a look."
Hu Qing made another furnace. Zhong Heng looked carefully and found no reason.
Hey, this is weird.
Zhong Heng bent down and grabbed a handful of medicinal dregs from inside, looked at it carefully, and even put it in his mouth to chew.
Zeng Ya: "How is it?"
Zhong Heng: "It tastes like an explosive pill caused by the imbalance of medicine in it, but her technique is very stable and the power of the medicine is also very stable. How come she suddenly failed? ”
Zeng Ya: “I can’t figure it out either.”
Zhong Heng shook off the dregs of the medicine and turned to look at Hu Qing, who looked so innocent.
"You are a weapon master, right?"
Hu Qing nodded.
"Then - show me your weapon refinement." Zhong Heng said with a gentle smile.
Hu Qing was stunned and nodded: "Of course."
It's been a long time since she practiced weapon refining, and her palms started to itch when she mentioned it.
But—here?
She glanced around. Everyone must be refining high-level elixirs. She has done it for dozens of furnaces. They haven't finished each furnace yet. Tang Er is still working on the hand skills. That was in Is there any difficult pill to overcome?
Zhong Heng asked them to follow him in one direction.
Apprentice Zhuocai moved his feet but failed to follow.
The three of them left the hall and walked through the corridor. Zhong Heng opened a door. Inside was a medium-sized fire room. It was very clean and there was nothing except the fire outlet.
Zhong Heng stretched out his hand and signaled: Please.
Hu Qing did his job, took out his own refining furnace, enlarged it and dropped it to the ground. The sound echoed throughout the room.
“Your furnace is much better than your pill furnace.” Zeng Ya praised.
Hu Qing is modest: "It's just average. I'll improve it after I find good materials, but it's a little thin now."
It's about the feel.