Chapter Ninety-Eight

"Stinky boy, I'll teach you alchemy, right?"

Mo Lidao saw that after listening to what Deng Si'er said, he just raised his head and looked at himself with a confused look, so he asked again with a bit of seriousness.

Deng Si'er looked at Mo Lidao and said it again, only to be sure that what Mo Lidao said was serious, not to entertain him.

"I don't learn."

Deng Si'er said a fluttering sentence, and then lowered his head and tinkered with the medicine mill in his hand.

It's just that Deng Si'er's head was pressed slightly lower, Mo Lidao stood and looked down to see Deng Si'er's expression at this time, and he didn't know whether what Deng Si'er said was sincere or had other ideas.

"In the world today, no one can surpass my alchemy." Mo Lidao said again.

Deng Si'er nodded with some surprise and said:

"Really? I don't know. ”

Mo Lidao couldn't figure out Deng Si'er's thoughts, so he squatted down to keep in line with Deng Si'er's gaze, looked at Deng Si'er's eyes and continued:

"I have never had a successor in my life. If you agree, you will be the first disciple of my life. ”

"Oh, I don't learn."

Deng Si'er still didn't have a head, his eyes didn't glance at Mo Lidao's body, and his tone was even more normal, but he lacked the taste of jokes in the past, but said without a trace of ups and downs.

"Alas, you kid, okay, I just said it casually, and I didn't take it seriously, if you are interested in the art of alchemy, you can go back and think about it and reply to me, I'm not in a hurry."

Mo Lidao could tell that Deng Si'er's heart was really resisting learning alchemy, but what the specific reason was, Mo Lidao didn't know yet.

But the words have been spoken, and Mo Lidao really cares about this matter very much in his heart, and he also has expectations that Deng Si'er will be able to inherit his alchemy technique, so when he heard Deng Si'er's obvious refusal, he still spoke in a gentle tone, without strong demands, let alone angry about it.

Deng Si'er looked at the medicine mill under his hand, although the Xishen grass in it still did not meet the requirements of Mo Lidao's grinding into 'noodles', it was already very fine, almost as clean and smooth fine sand.

"Here, I've got it grinded."

Deng Si'er picked up the medicine grinder and handed it to Mo Lidao, blinked at Mo Lidao and said, his eyes were clear as if he hadn't heard Mo Lidao say that he wanted to take him as an apprentice before.

"Well, it's good, it's good."

Mo Lidao nodded and looked at the Creek Divine Grass in the medicine mill, its delicacy had already exceeded his expectations.

I said anything like grinding it into powder before, but I just wanted to test Deng Si'er's endurance, even if this Creek Divine Grass was ground casually, even if the particles were large and uneven, it would not affect the refining of the Thousand Peerless Pills in the future.

But of course these Mo Lidao will not tell Deng Si'er, at least not now.

Mo Lidao looked at Deng Si'er as if everything had never happened before, and he also smiled cooperatively and said:

"Okay, you're almost rested, let's get started."

Deng Si'er immediately crossed his face when he heard this, and said helplessly and reluctantly:

"I just finished grinding this stream divine grass, but I was so tired that I couldn't even lift my arms, you won't let me rest for a while?"

Mo Lidao looked at Deng Si'er funny, patted Deng Si'er's shoulder heavily, laughed twice and said:

"You, you, who said that I would use you to refine next? You stinky boy, your physical strength is not even as good as mine. Thinking that I was refining this Thousand Peerless Pill alone back then, how could I ever grind a medicine like you and take a break? ”

Deng Si'er pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly:

"Who knows what you were like? I haven't seen it again. ”

"You! Stinky boy, get out of the way. Mo Lidao pretended to be annoyed when he heard this, pulled Deng Si'er aside, walked towards the medicine tripod by himself, and rolled up his sleeves as he went.

"Stinky boy, come over here, stand aside and watch it for me." Mo Lidao saw Deng Si'er standing in place without moving, so he waved and shouted.

Deng Si'er couldn't help but pout again, and muttered reluctantly: "Why don't you ask me to go over without my help?" He walked towards Mo Lidao.

Seeing this, Mo Lidao raised his leg on Deng Si'er's ass as he approached, Deng Si'er hurriedly dodged, and then stood on the right ear of the furnace Ding that Mo Lidao wanted him to stand on before.

Mo Lidao finally nodded with satisfaction.

Although Deng Si'er didn't need Deng Si'er to help with refining in this link, Mo Lidao still wanted Deng Si'er to stand by his side and watch the entire refining process with his own eyes.

The reason why Mo Lidao is like this is not only because he has his own selfishness, and he wants Deng Si'er to lose his interest in refining medicine during the process of watching the refining of medicine, but also because of his own knot that has plagued him for more than ten years.

That's taste.

Mo Lidao tested the medicinal properties of the newly refined pill more than ten years ago, but he didn't expect that the medicinal properties were so different from what he expected that after eating it, he was strongly repulsed by the medicinal properties, which caused Mo Lidao to lose his sense of taste from then on.

Although the matter of refining medicine is not too important to rely on taste, it always has some influence.

As a generation of alchemy masters, Mo Lidao never asked for help when refining medicine because of his own face, but since then, Mo Lidao's alchemy path has been accompanied by frequent failures, which eventually affected his confidence, so Mo Lidao will give up his re-election as Nanhu Baicao.

Although Yu Yingran was elected as Nanhu Baicao, he couldn't do without Mo Lidao's strong support, even so, Mo Lidao was still alone on the edge of the medicine tripod, without anyone's help, and he was persistently refining the Thousand Peerless Pills.

But now, maybe it's coming to an end, maybe it's the last time he decides to refine the Thousand Peerless Pill, Mo Lidao still doesn't have any illusions, but God let him meet Deng Si'er at this time!

Whether it was a coincidence or fate, Mo Lidao didn't care, because when he decided to let Deng Si'er help refine the Thousand Peerless Pill, Mo Lidao knew that if his alchemy skills needed to be inherited, then this person must be Deng Si'er!

"Hey, I said don't have a black face, you've started refining medicine, why are you stunned? I'm listening to you and watching it! Why are you looking at the medicine stove so stupidly? ”

Deng Si'er saw Mo Lidao in a daze at the furnace, he didn't know what he was thinking, and after waiting for a while, he didn't see Mo Lidao move, and thought that Mo Lidao was retreating, so he reminded him loudly.

Mo Lidao glanced up at Deng Si'er when he heard this, and then said with a proud smile:

"Stinky boy, you're watching! This is truly the world's No. 1 alchemy! ”