Pang Ershui's tense face relaxed, smiled with satisfaction, and pointed to the empty space beside him to signal to sit down.

There is no three kneeling and nine knocking, a series of tedious processes of serving tea, only this finger determines the relationship between master and apprentice.

Then Pang Ershui flicked his long sleeves, and the flames beat in his palm again, "Reach out." ”

Jiang Changan handed over his hand and touched his fingertips, only to see that many flames slowly crawled from Pang Ershui's palm to the little hand.

"Sir, this ......" Jiang Changan wanted to speak and stopped, the aura in his body seemed to sense the existence of this flame, trembling with the fluctuation of the fire, which was extremely wonderful.

At first, Jiang Changan thought that this fire would burn his skin, but when it came to his hands, it was like in Pang Ershui's hands, suspended at a height of half an inch in his palm, the flames rose, and in the dim room, mixed with the setting sun, shone on that white and curious face.

"From today onwards, you can no longer use ordinary fire control methods, you must learn to 'end the fire'!"

"End the fire?!" Jiang Changan understood, this is probably a new word that the old man came up with out of nowhere.

I was curious about how to practice, but Pang Ershui took a fire lingzhi and put it on his head, gloating: "In the future, you will refine the medicine like this, there is no time limit, but I want you to refine this Lingzhi into dried medicine, and if the medicinal materials are damaged, scorched or dropped in the process, you will refine ten more, boy, and you will be blessed......"

Jiang Changan thought that he had misheard, Lingzhi was placed on his head, no matter how powerful it was, it was impossible not to hurt a single strand of hair, and asked, "Old man Pang, how is this possible, is this how you refine it?"

"Tried it once!"

"What do you mean?"

The old man pointed to the bald and shiny brain: "There will be no chance in the future......

Jiang Changan had the urge to scold.

"Strictly speaking, you are my first disciple, and naturally you are also the first to learn 'Duanhuo'. ”

His expression was suddenly lonely, "Many alchemists always think about how to become famous, but they always forget what the essence of alchemy is, I once saw a young man who won the first place in the Jingzhou Alchemy Festival, Dan skills are not good, but he has a handsome face and is crazy sought after by countless young women." Hehe, judging a person's Dan technique by appearance, I really don't know if it's the sorrow of the world or the sorrow of the pharmacist......"

Jiang Changan restrained his indecent posture and sat upright, because for the first time he saw the old man's face, in addition to the deep forehead wrinkles, there was also a touch of loneliness and sadness.

"Every time someone touches their elixir shortcomings, someone jumps out and says, 'Do you see how hard so-and-so works?', hehe, sorry, I didn't see it, I really didn't see it. I only saw Zhang Daofeng, a first-class pill master, walking all over Shenzhou to save a beggar, just to find a delusional spirit grass, I only saw the royal medicine official Fu Yunlong crying because he was unable to save the life of an ordinary little eunuch, I only saw more and more people refining pills, but there are fewer and fewer people who really understand pills, it's really interesting......"

His emotions became more and more excited, and his hands clutching his sleeves couldn't stop trembling in his emotional place, and there were more sparkling things in his turbid eyes: "The ancestors tasted a hundred herbs and wrote the "Hundred Herbs Sutra", which was regarded as a holy book by generations and grinded all day long, but a few people have thought that the "Hundred Herbs Sutra" is also insufficient, and a few people have thought about writing a book that surpasses their predecessors?!"

Transcend...... Jiang Changan was speechless in shock, although he had the idea of transforming into a god, he didn't have such a big idea.

"Sir......" Jiang Changan felt that every drop of blood on his body was boiling and jumping, but his heart was like a big stone pressing, and he couldn't breathe.

"Chang'an, you remember, I don't want you to become a person admired by thousands of people, I just want you to remember what you said in front of me today, let people know that there are still people who know how to refine medicine, remember: don't forget your original intention, you can still help the people in a hundred years!"

Pang Ershui said, he actually stood up and bowed hard towards the young man-

"Sir!" Jiang Changan stood up coaxingly, trying to help him up, but no matter how hard Pang Ershui worked, it was like condensing into a stone sculpture, his heart was complicated, and he bowed deeply: "Student, remember-"

Bang Bang –

The Ganoderma lucidum on Jiang Chang'an's head fell in response.

Pang Ershui said with a treacherous look: "Ten more refining today, and you are not allowed to leave if you can't finish refining......"

"Huh!?"

From the quiet little house came the cry of a child and the treacherous laughter of some unscrupulous gentleman.

......

Jiang Changan didn't expect that alchemy could also be practiced until his hands were sore, swollen and sore, and he walked alone on the moonlit and starry streets, he looked up, and it was about midnight......

Today, he didn't refine ten medicinal herbs, and it wasn't even until just now that Jiang Changan worked hard to successfully refine that Fire Spirit Bead.

Duanhuo is far more difficult than he thinks, and what gives him the most headache is that a handful of long hair on his head is burned to the point of only an inch long, but the hair is so dense that he can't see it for the time being, but if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that Duanhuo has not been practiced, and he has become bald like Pang Ershui.

After returning to Jiangfu, Jiang Changan began to have a headache again about how to deal with this "small work" sent by his mother.

Pushing the door into the room, I saw Xiao Nizi sitting at the table, holding a book by the light and reading with relish, and when she saw Jiang Changan coming back, she jumped up like a frightened rabbit and carried the book behind her in a panic.

"Gong ...... Childe ......"

Jiang Changan felt funny, and thought of teasing: "What are you looking at?"

"It's not ......" Yi Rou stopped when she said this, thinking that she shouldn't lie to her son, she took it out and put it on the table with a wince.

Jiang Changan glanced at it, and he was surprised that what was on the table was not a book of poetry, nor a famous book, but a book about the anecdotes of ancient times, and more of a sadomasochistic love between humans and demons, and he didn't know which scholar wrote it.

Jiang Changan then understood what this little girl was afraid of, the human race and the demon race have always been incompatible, and since ancient times, there have been two major wars that have affected the entire Shenzhou.

Books like this one that tell the story between humans and demons are mostly banned because of the so-called 'political factors'.

Even in a paradise like Jiangzhou, which stands outside the three major countries, it is difficult to accept the relationship between people and demons.

Jiang Chang'an made a tiger face and pretended to be angry: "How can a girl read such a thing, where did you get it?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Nizi fell to her knees, her eyes were red, mixed with crying, and said: "Childe, this book was given to the slave maid by the lady, if the son doesn't like the maid and throws it away, please don't get angry......

These days, she also learned about the little boy's 'strange disease', and it was rumored in the house that the sick body of the heavenly remnant was very strange, and the whole body was cold and piercing, and it didn't work in any way.

Once he almost lost his life, but the third son, Jiang Lingfeng, found the "Earth Heart Fire Eye Fruit" into medicine, and only then did he pick up his life......

Jiang Changan never thought that Xiao Nizi was so serious, he was startled, and quickly reached out to help him up, crying and laughing: "I'm joking with you, I naturally know that this book was given to you by my mother, but "Monster Chronicles" was taken away from me by my mother......

Yirou sobbed, reached out and wiped Joan's nose, her eyes full of curious questions.

Jiang Changan smiled and picked up the book and handed it to her: "Since you like it, then take it and read it, and after reading it, I will go to the Star Picking Tower to get ...... for you."

"Thank you, childe......" Yi Rou was very excited, crying and laughing, tears and smiles hung on that handsome little face, which was even more different.

"But there is a little ......," Jiang Changan's face became serious.

Yi Rou listened nervously, and unconsciously straightened up.

Who knew that the young man's grim little face fluttered and smiled: "I can't wait so late in the future, I must rest after dark." ”

If this Nizi doesn't sleep first, where does she have time to enter the Shenfu Mirror, she must solve the biggest problem in front of her.

"But ......" Yi Rou turned around and looked at the only bed in the room, and then looked at Jiang Chang'an shyly, and stopped talking.

Jiang Changan realized that the usual girls live in the wing room adjacent to the master's room, but Jiang Changan's wing room has long been changed by him into a room for writing and playing, calligraphy and painting, and Yi Rou is originally a "special assignment" of her mother, the meaning of which is self-evident.

"Didn't my mother tell you that I can't sleep like a normal person?"

I don't know if it's the reason for one soul and one spirit, since he came to this world, Jiang Changan can't sleep, no matter how tired he is, he doesn't have the slightest tiredness.

"Madame said it, but Madame means that she should let her son rest earlier and not spend the night outside......"

Yi Rou lowered her head, and her face didn't know if it was reflected by candlelight or something, and it was red and dripping blood.

"No, no......" Jiang Changan sneered, the meaning of the word rest is complicated, "cough, then you sleep first, I'll ...... Look at the view......"

Jiang Changan is not without a lust heart, let alone without lust gall, if he had been in the past, he would definitely not be ambiguous.

It's just that a lot has happened in the recent period, and there are a lot of things to do, so you must not just mess around like you used to.

Let's not talk about today's Wang Gonggong's affairs, even the matter of Wang Qiu Ming seven days ago is far from over.

Besides, the remaining three masters and apprentices of Lingxiao Palace are still living in the Jiang family, so maybe they will find out here, and when they think of this, even the last bit of Qi Nian no longer exists.

To put it mildly, Xiao Nizi just insisted on refusing to sleep first. There was no way, Jiang Changan had to secretly sprinkle the requiem he asked for from Old Man Pang on the incense candles, and he secretly covered his mouth and nose......

This requiem incense is the effect of requiem on weekdays, and the little nail cover is enough for her to sleep until dawn, and there are no side effects, which can finally solve Jiang Changan's urgent need.

Sure enough, after a while, Yi Rou leaned against the table and fell asleep.

Jiang Changan carried her to the bed, and after covering the quilt, looking at this watery face, he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration, and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that I, Jiang Changan, would have such a day as a decent man and gentleman, requiem, tsk, I'm really a fucking genius......"

The mind was condensed, the breeze was blowing, and only the sleeping girl was left in the room-

At dawn the next day, when Yirou woke up, she saw Jiang Changan still standing in front of the windowsill, she looked down at her neatly dressed, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief......

Suddenly, the servant outside the door called: "Childe, the two Taoist masters of Lingxiao Palace, Liu Kuaishu and Liu Wenji, ask to see ......."

The last thing he wanted to see was still coming, Jiang Changan's face was worried but calm, this step would come sooner or later, he understood it when he decided to kill Wang Qiuming.

Just as he was about to order to come in, Jiang Changan looked back at Yi Rou who was lying on the bed, and decided to open the door and walk out......

The door opened, and there were two men who looked to be only about twenty years old, Jiang Changan recognized the two, and among the four people who came on the day of the divorce, Mu Huaqing, the master of the Alchemy Sect of Lingxiao Palace, brought three disciples, except for Wang Qiuming, who were the two in front of him.

Liu Wenji looked elegant and thin, and said: "Jiang Gongzi, the two of us came here for one thing, a few days ago, treasures fell from the sky in the east of Jiangzhou City, and our senior brother Wang Qiu Ming went to hunt for treasures and has not returned, Shizun asked me to come and check the two of them, I don't know what news does the little boy have?"