Chapter 143 Alchemy
Mi August guessed the lectures based on the name on the sign next to the school door. Even if she guessed wrong and went to the wrong door, it didn’t matter. Anyway, it was all about listening to lessons. In her opinion, it would not be a loss to listen to any one of them. .
The moment he pushed the door in, there was a faint movement from the disciple order hanging around his waist.
As soon as Mi August felt it, he found that there were two credits missing.
According to the usual conversion rate between academy credits and spiritual crystals, does this mean that this lecture is worth forty spiritual crystals?
——Knowledge is expensive.
This thought came to Mi August's mind again.
There are already several disciples sitting in the school.
These people all know each other. Before Mi August came in, they were sitting around discussing what they had learned yesterday. At first, they didn't pay attention when they heard the door opening, until they saw Mi August walking in.
"...Why is she here?"
In front of Mi August, Yi Laosheng's disciple was so surprised that he blurted out.
It is a coincidence that among these people are the disciples who were doing the credit assignment in Shengsheng Pavilion yesterday afternoon.
I don’t know if Mi August went to Shengsheng Pavilion yesterday and still wonders, “Did she go to the wrong door?”
An old disciple who has personally seen Mi August’s skillful handling of medicinal materials. His expression is complicated, I don’t think Mi August said she went to the wrong door, “Looking at her expression, she was sure she was on the right track.” ”
"Maybe she has the confidence."
"Dong Rong, what's the matter with you, you always help her talk."
The old student known as Dong Rong shook his head, "...I'll talk to you after school. Please elaborate.”
Anyone who saw Mi August in the mission room of Shengsheng Pavilion yesterday would not doubt her foundation in alchemy.
Mi August has found an open place to sit down.
When the morning bell rings, it can be clearly heard in the house, but only the sound of the morning bell can be heard, and no other external sounds can come in.
Mi August tried to whisper to listen, but it was useless.
Disciples continued to come in, including Liu Tian, whom Mi August had met yesterday.
Liu Tian was slightly startled when he saw Mi August, and greeted her, "Good morning, junior sister."
"Good morning, senior sister Liu." Mi August responded.
The relationship between the two of them is just like this now, and it would be false to say anything more.
Ten bells end.
The disciples in the room have all sat down, and looking around, there is only Mi August, a new student of this year.
It was obviously time for classes to start, but the teacher giving lectures was nowhere to be seen.
The old students in the room looked surprised.
At this time, the incense burner on the desk where the central teacher sat ignited spontaneously, and the medicinal aroma filled the air with the smoke. Soon the entire room was enveloped by this calming fragrance.
Mi August saw the smoke forming a shadow, which was similar to the small cauldron she used, and began to show the process of one person making alchemy.
No one spoke, the old students were all watching attentively, for fear of missing any detail.
The same is true for Mi August.
After all, it was a lesson bought by Forty Spirit Crystals.
As time passed, Fuying only gave a demonstration before disappearing, and even the medicinal fragrance in the air dissipated most of it. According to this dissipation speed, it is estimated that it will be completely consumed in a short time.
And now less than half of the morning's morning study has passed.
Some of the old students and disciples were meditating, some were discussing together, and some were using their own money to take out herbs and practice on the spot. Some even took out "Beginner" and started reading softly.
Mi August, who was sitting there without doing anything, looked a little helpless and pitiful in the eyes of others.
"Everyone came here like this. She was lucky enough not to encounter teachers assigning homework." Several of the old students whispered about Mi August. Except for Liu Tian and Dong Rong, everyone I feel that Mi August's coming to the alchemy class is arrogant and asking for trouble.
In fact, Mi August, who seemed to have no idea what to do, was not as helpless as they thought.
She stared at the incense burner on the teacher's desk, thinking about the principle and replicability of this thing.
The room door was suddenly pushed open at this moment.
All sounds disappeared at this moment, and every disciple immediately sat upright.
Until a laugh rang out, "Huh? There are new disciples today."
It turned out that the person who came was the alchemy teacher who was giving lectures, not some weird talk about randomly checking the classroom.
Mi August felt the eyes falling on her. She looked up and saw a tall and thin man wearing a blue-gray gown.
The other old students in the room respectfully addressed each other as "Master Zhou."
Mi August followed the good deeds.
Zhou Hai smiled and walked to the division commander's seat in the center to sit down.
The seating pattern in the alchemy classroom is different from that in Zenghua Square. Everyone sits in a circle, and the teacher’s seat is in the center of the circle.
In this way, every disciple here can clearly see the teacher’s teachings.
"Well, what I saw before was the refining of the Boiling Blood Pill? Then let's talk about the pharmacology of the Boiling Blood Pill and the key points of alchemy."
It turned out that the incense burner image was just refined. The elixir is called Boiling Blood Pill. Judging from the name, it should be an elixir that affects the body's constitution.
Mi August thought, taking out pen and paper to prepare notes for the next lecture.
Zhou Hai had been paying attention to her, and his smile deepened when he saw this scene, and then he lectured leisurely.
The Boiling Blood Pill is indeed an elixir that affects the physique of monks. It is also one of the most commonly used elixirs among monks. It boils the blood in the body to achieve the effect of quickly burning spiritual poison.
From this, it can be seen once again that the people in Lingzhou are really fighting against the spiritual poison with all their strength, especially the monks. The stronger they are, the more they will bear.
In comparison, the mortal continent lacks spiritual energy but is not corroded by spiritual poison. Everything has certain laws.
When people are so absorbed in listening and studying, they don't even feel the passage of time. It was when Zhou Hai stopped teaching and said that the time was up that he realized that the morning study was over.
"By the way, have I assigned any homework this week?" Zhou Hai asked Liu Tian, who was nearest.
Liu Tian responded: "Go back to the teacher, we have arranged it."
"Oh, then we will arrange it again." Zhou Hai said with a smile.
Ignore the expressions of the disciples around him who changed color upon hearing this.
Zhou Hai said: "I won't embarrass you, just tell me the refining sequence and usage experience of this boiling blood pill herbal medicine."
Zhou Hai, who left his homework behind, left as calmly as he came.
The disciples in the room stood up one after another and cried out in mourning.
“It sounds not difficult, but in fact the standard for achieving the academic performance is set by the teacher, and I don’t know if the standard is high this time. Is this refining sequence simply stated, or does it need to be accurate to the time? What is the experience of using it? Do you really just need to write down your feelings, or do you also need to include detailed changes?”
As soon as you hear this, you can tell that the master is very busy with schoolwork.
"Stop complaining, there are people who are suffering more than us."
It goes without saying who this 'someone' refers to.
At least they all have experience. This subject may be troublesome for them but it is limited. For the new disciples who have just entered the school, it is obviously beyond the scope.
“Who just said that she was so lucky that she didn’t encounter the teacher’s assignment.”
Mi August, who seemed alone among them, ignored these words, packed up his notes and walked out the door. go.
(End of this chapter)