In a house in Qingyunguan, the cigarette smoke in the house is faint, a sand pot is placed on the fire rack, the water in the pot has already boiled, the lid of the pot is blown by the hot air and keeps churning, and the hot water splashed out is sprinkled in the coals of the fire frame, making a "zizi" sound, and white smoke comes out.

There are many more of these pots in the house, and the smoke released by the pots makes the house cloudy.

Jing Zetian, Yang Zhanfei and Ma Sanduo sat on the mat in this room, immersed in the smoke, as if they had become immortals.

"Ma Daochang, your house is good, like a fairyland." Jing Zetian looked at the room, took a sip of hot water, and exclaimed.

After chatting with Ma San for a while just now, he was invited by Ma San to sit in his room, and it happened that Jing Zetian wanted to make something for black powder, so he agreed.

"Hehe, thank you Your Highness for the compliment, this is just my own leisure and fun." Ma San said politely.

Jing Zetian felt that this room was good, the heat smoked the whole house warm, and it was very moist, although the house was on the top of the mountain, and the feeling inside and outside the house was very different.

Ma San said, casually took out a small porcelain bottle from the purse on his waist, poured out a pill from the small porcelain bottle, and then drank it directly with boiling water.

"Ma Daochang, but is he sick? The pills I ate were quite chic. Jing Zetian felt that this pill was a little different from what he saw on weekdays, this pill was red and a little larger than ordinary pills.

"Your Highness, this is not a pill, this is an elixir that I have worked hard to refine for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and every time I take it, I feel that my strength has increased greatly, and the day when I will become an immortal is not far away." Ma San closed his eyes and said intoxicatedly.

Jing Zetian found that after Ma San took the pill he said, his face began to turn red, but there was no other abnormal reaction.

"Dao Chief? Are you sure this can increase your power? Jing Zetian asked with a strange expression.

"That's natural, every time I take it, I feel that my spirit is doubled, my whole body is light and fluttering, and I can rise in the air at any time, many dignitaries and nobles will come to my Qingyunguan to seek pills, but this thing is not easy to refine, my senior brother is a master in this area, although I think that no one can match the art of hexagrams, but the art of alchemy, or my senior brother is powerful." Ma San closed his eyes, shook his head and praised the elixir with Jing Zetian.

"Hehe, Ma Daochang, can you give me a taste." Yang Zhanfei on the side was attracted by the pill that Ma San said, scratched the back of his head with one hand, and asked Ma San with a smile.

Hearing Yang Zhanfei's words, Ma San opened his eyes, then turned his hands up and down, made a luck movement, and took another deep breath.

"Originally, I asked my senior brother for this kind of elixir with a cheeky face, and I couldn't enjoy it myself, so if I met it today, it was fate, so I would give it to His Royal Highness and Yang Gongzi." Ma San said with an embarrassed face, as if he had made a difficult decision, took out two pills and handed them to Jing Zetian and Yang Zhanfei.

Jing Zetian felt that if it weren't for the hexagram that Ma Sansuan counted today, he knew his identity, or believed that he would be the emperor in the future, so he gave himself the pill, otherwise, no matter how fate he had, it was estimated that he would not be able to endure the pain of love.

Ma San regarded the pill as very precious, but Jing Zetian, who had received a modern education, deeply understood that this kind of pill was not beneficial to poison, even if Ma San begged him to eat it, he would not eat it.

Yang Zhanfei, who received the pill, threw the pill directly into the air without hesitation, ready to open his mouth to pick it up, but was cut off by Jing Zetian.

Yang Zhanfei was closing his eyes, preparing to take a sip of the elixir, but his mouth was closed forcefully, and he only swallowed air.

Yang Zhanfei, who felt that something was wrong, hurriedly opened his eyes, saw Jing Zetian snatching his pill, and looked at Jing Zetian with a resentful expression, unable to take his eyes off it.

Jing Zetian was uncomfortable by his gaze: "Ahem, Yang Dazhuang, this thing can't be eaten indiscriminately, the head of the horse is cultivated, and the body can withstand the violent medicinal properties of the pill, you are still young, wait for the body to be stronger, and then take it." ”

Jing Zetian fooled Yang Zhanfei that he couldn't take the pill, although he knew in his heart that this pill was equivalent to poison, but he couldn't say it directly in front of Ma San, because he knew very well in his heart that if he said so, Ma San would definitely argue with him about the theory, Jing Zetian was not afraid of theory, but now he didn't have the actual facts to convince Ma San, and he didn't have time to do this, wait until after the robbery.

Yang Zhanfei obviously doubted the authenticity of Jing Zetian's words, and looked unhappy, but he didn't ask Jing Zetian to return his elixir.

"Ma Daochang, this pill should not be taken too much, you must know that cultivation is the cultivation itself, and taking foreign substances for a long time is not good for your foundation." Although Jing Zetian has no facts to convince Ma San now, he still has the experience he gained through the novels he saw in his previous life, and advised Ma San to take less pills, after all, Ma San's personality is still very noble.

"Hehe, I didn't expect His Highness to have such insight into cultivation, His Highness is too worried, I only occasionally use pills, after all, even if I want to take it for a long time, there are not so many pills." Ma San smiled, admired, and looked at Jing Zetian with the eyes of a confidant.

Hearing Ma San's words, Jing Zetian secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"By the way, Ma Dao Chief, I don't know what I just asked for, you put it there, can you let me take a look at it next." After chatting about it, Jing Zetian asked what he was anxious to know.

"Wait a minute, Your Highness." Ma San said politely to Jing Zetian.

"Green bamboo! In. Ma San shouted outside.

With a "squeak", the door was opened, and the Taoist boy who had been following Ma San just now walked in.

"Qingzhu, you go to my alchemy room, take some saltpeter and sulfur, and show it to His Highness." Ma San instructed Qingzhu.

After the little Taoist boy got the order, he went out of the house.

"Your Highness, these things are the materials for my Taoist alchemy, although my alchemy level is not high, but there are still some, and these things have been placed in my alchemy room." Ma San explained.

Jing Zetian knew that he was about to see the legendary materials for making black powder, and he was a little excited at the moment.

Soon, Jing Zetian didn't wait long, and Daotong Qingzhu walked in with a plate, and what was on the plate was sulfur and saltpeter.

Jing Zetian hurriedly caught the tray and put the things on the table.

A handful of yellow sulphur powder lay on the tray, and along it was saltpeter powder, both of which had been rounded into powder.

Jing Zetian pinched the two materials with his fingers, and then took them to his nose and smelled them, although there were some differences from what he had seen in his previous life, but the purity was different, and it was already fortunate to have sulfur powder and saltpeter powder of this color at this time.