The fog is sparse, and the two phases are gradually forgotten.

Hao Jian followed Wang Linzhi's footsteps into the attic, and looked around, a thin mist sprinkled down from the bamboo window, and the table was also sprinkled with mist, and the table top was like a fairyland.

On the table at the entrance is a yellowish plain silk, next to which is an inkstone, and a few brushes are inserted in the pen holder, and the favorite scripture strategies of the literati and ink writers are piled up in a stack.

Near the bamboo window of the attic, there is a rosewood table with a few pieces of rice paper, a few brushes on the inkstone, a few budding chrysanthemums on the rice paper, delicate brushwork, seems to be declaring that the owner of the boudoir is also sentimental, the bamboo window is hung with purple tulle, and the wind blowing slowly outside the window is fluttering.

"Looking at the young master, he is really a literati. Hao Jian muttered to himself, as if he was a little touched, and he was very interested in being able to serve these elegant tastes during the cultivation process.

"What about the young master you are talking about?" frowned slightly, to be honest, Hao Jian was unconsciously a little irritable now, and the most irreplaceable impulse could not be swayed.

"The alchemy room is on the second floor. While speaking, Wang Linzhi first bypassed the screen from the front and revealed a winding small staircase in front of him, on which many scenic characters were depicted, which was also a big stroke.

Not.

At the entrance of the attic on the second floor, a very unpleasant smell of herbs came to the face, shocking people's hearts, Hao Ling'er directly covered her mouth and nose and kept shaking her head, it seemed that she couldn't stand it.

Hao Jian is okay, the taste is okay, the extended version of the cigar he smoked is really on the head, and the dozens of stairs walked surprisingly for a while.

The dim ghostly fire flickered alone, and through this faint light, the eyes were fixed on the alchemy furnace placed in the middle, and the blazing fire below surprisingly only illuminated a small area around it, which was very dazzling.

Hao Jian could see at a glance that this was a spiritual fire, just like a resentful immortal flame, but when he saw that this grade was different from resentful immortal flames, he didn't know how many hundred and eight thousand miles away.

The dim lights clattered back and forth, more and more urgently, and there was no rhythm in it, and the old sighs became more and more coherent.

When the sound of the clatter turned to the side of the alchemy furnace, an old face mixed with fiery spiritual fire suddenly appeared in front of Hao Jian's eyes.

Wipe.

The sudden appearance of the erratic and flickering firelight on his face really startled Hao Jian, the pale hair and the extremely mismatched soft cheeks formed an extremely sharp contrast, and what made Hao Jian fall into it the most was the black and white eyes, which were deeply involved and couldn't fall for a while, "Less whitehead?"

This was the first thought in Hao Jian's mind, for the time being, this person was holding a very thick book in his hand and looked at it with fascination, but his footsteps were always a short distance away from the alchemy furnace, and from time to time he picked up the herbs on the ground, put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed them, and then threw them aside.

"Interesting, have you refined it so many times?"

Following the herbs that were thrown out, Hao Jian's eyes looked at the black lacquer slag of herbs piled up like a hill on the ground, and it was the piles of medicinal dregs that emitted an extremely unpleasant smell of herbs.

Boom Boom Boom ......

At this time, there was a whistling sound in the alchemy furnace, it seemed that there had been a huge change in it, as a fourth-grade alchemist, Hao Jian directly thought in his mind that this was condensing the pill, and it was obvious that it had failed.

Smack.

As if a small stone had fallen to the bottom of the sea, he looked at the bitter smile on the man's face with the help of the faint light, and muttered to himself: "The elixir recorded by the ancient Danfang is really not something I can touch!" let out a melancholy sigh, and failed again.

It was Wang Linzhi, who was standing on the side, who dared to step forward and ask, "Qingshi is the last step of Ning Dan again, has he failed?"

Obviously, they failed many times in the last step of Ning Dan, Wang Linzhi remembered it very deeply, no matter how he and Qing Luan used the pill to refine it, they couldn't succeed in the end.

"Master, it's only been a long time, why are you almost full of Changyan Pavilion!" Zhuge Yunxi was also unbelievable, in the past, his master had never opened the furnace for alchemy, except for some respected elders and worshippers in the Beichuan Palace.

"He's Qingluan. Hao Jian looked incredulous, saying that he was full of white hair and was old, but the fresh skin like a baby was not at all like it, and the drooping beard tied up underneath was out of place.

"It's been a hundred times, and I, Qingluan, have wasted a hundred precious herbs to refine this Transformable Divine Pill, but I still haven't succeeded in refining it in the end?"

patted Hao Ling'er, Hao Jian signaled that he was not used to the smell of herbal slag and just stood at the entrance of the pavilion, and then Hao Jian raised his right hand and patted his forehead vigorously, and stepped on the black herbal slag piled up under his feet, soft, and some of the juice mixed in it had been refined, and there was no such wet feeling, and walked to Wang Linzhi's side, "Can't you refine a pill a hundred times?"

When Hao Jian said this, he might have felt a little abrupt before, but at this time, he didn't, he just said what he wanted to say, well, it's that simple.

Qingluan raised his head and looked at Hao Jian unconsciously, and then looked at Wang Linzhi who was standing next to him, "Huh?"

Wang Linzhi thought of it this time, and hurriedly said simply: "Oh, by the way, Master Qing, this is Master Hao, and he is also a fourth-grade alchemist. ”

Yes?

Qingluan put on a very disbelieving expression, "Linzhi, you won't be blown stupid by the cold wind in the morning when you go out to breathe, right? This little friend should be less than the age of the crown, right? Well, the cultivation of the fifth order of the martial spirit can be said to be a genius, but if you say that he is a fourth-grade alchemist, it would be a bit nonsense." ”

Hao Jian was a little surprised to see Hao Jian's cultivation at a glance, and after such a long time, Lin Qingyi was the only one who could see his cultivation realm.

"Qingshi's words are a bit serious, what you are holding in your hand should be the Danfang, right? Hao Jian said lightly, there is nothing else, it is not very simple and clear to use facts to prove that it was overturned before.

Qingluan was a little surprised, and didn't know what to think, so he suspiciously handed a simple animal skin scroll in his hand to Hao Jian, and it turned out that the Danfang was wrapped in that thick book.

As soon as he took it, he was a little gentle, even a little surprised, a little scary, and it was very simple on it, and the yellow animal skin scroll outlined a few words, but the obscure graphics on the side made Hao Jian a little surprised, and it was worth studying deeply.

"Ding, automatically observe the four-grade Ancient Pill Medicinal Divine Pill Pill Formula, and are translating the Pill Recipe for the host, and the ancient ruins map is being cracked......"