Seeing that this newcomer didn't have a lot of problems like some people, he listened to him silently, which was very in line with Fengzi's really happy and quiet temperament, but he opened his words.

As the two walked back, Feng Zizhen went on to explain: "This withered grass itself is not poisonous and harmless to mortals, but the strange thing is that no matter its smell or juice, as long as the monk smells it, it will have a corrosive effect on his spiritual power. If you have a short period of contact, it's fine, but if you deal with it for a long time, even a foundation building monk will be knocked down, and in serious cases, you will fall to the Great Realm. If you are a Qi Refining Cultivator, even if you are in its smell environment, you will drop a layer in just one day of cultivation, so the Qi Refining Stage disciples who were on duty here before all fled because of the old man's desire to refine the elixir with it as the main material. ”

Feng Zi really thought of the group of disciples who left him, and he looked disappointed, and he hated that iron could not become steel.

"These ignorant children can be described as short-sighted, since I want them to do this, it will be a loss to them, and when my business is honestly completed, it is not my word to send you a few pills to make up for the loss. Feng Zizhen said, and the two of them also walked back to the lobby where the pills were stored.

He glanced at Du Rong, saw the fearless look in his eyes, nodded with satisfaction, and continued:

"Of course, everything has its two sides, the Blood Pill refined with withered grass as the main ingredient has an effect that cannot be matched by the same level of pills, after refining to remove its harmful smell to the monk and evaporate its juice, the Blood Pill can be said to have the healing effect of living human flesh and bones, especially in the current turbulent time in the cultivation world, it can be said to be extremely sought after, the outside world has sold this one to a high price of more than a thousand spirit stones, and the old man is the only one here. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Zizhen also showed a rather proud look on her face.

Du Rong looked at him on the side and couldn't help but secretly say to himself, this old man only has nine pills in one furnace, and if he sells it at this price, it will be tens of thousands of spirit stones, looking at his sloppy appearance, he can't imagine that he is so rich, no wonder Sima Zheng said that the treatment of the Alchemy Hall is excellent, and he will not be deceived by him.

There is no guarantee of how much this benefit will be, after all, no one can wait for this preferential day. Moreover, the price of self-surrender cultivation or even returning to mortal beings is unacceptable to any monk, and it is no wonder that the Qi refining disciples on duty here also chose to flee one after another before such a great temptation.

"Originally, this grinding medicine and proportioning thing can be done by ordinary mortals, but they are not allowed to enter the alchemy hall due to the restrictions of the door rules and precepts, but for the control of Danhuo, it needs people with fire spirit roots to perceive and regulate, and the use of herbs and trees into medicine is also inseparable from the sensitivity of wood spirit roots to medicinal materials. These are also the two major difficulties in refining the Blood Pill in the White Yang Sect, but it's a pity that a bunch of ignorant puppets don't know the preciousness of this pill and bite the ancestral training and refuse to back down!" Feng Zizhen said this, and he directly gritted his teeth.

Du Rong also understood at this time, why Zong Cao sent him here, first of all, he had a fire spirit root that could perceive and control the Danhuo, plus the wood spirit root was complete, so he had the basic requirements of an alchemist.

Secondly, it was also because all the elders were very optimistic about his qualifications, and felt that it would not be a waste to let him be devastated by the withered grass here. Without breaking the rules of the door, and being able to make the best use of everything, it is the best of both worlds for the sect.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a little admiration for this Elder Zongjiao, he thought so far in a short period of time, but this Uncle Feng in front of him was a little wrong to blame the good person, he secretly felt funny.

After the words were finished, Fengzi looked at Du Rong with a fixed look: "Boy, the old man saw that you fell in love, it is rare to have so many words, since it has been said here, you can make a decision, whether to get out of the way and stay as scared as the previous group of uncompetitive guys." If you want to get out, you can leave now, and the old man will never stop you, but I will not interfere where you go in the future, and if you stay, I will also compensate you for your lagging cultivation in the future. ”

Du Rong had actually made a decision a long time ago, he was already inferior in his spiritual roots, and if he cultivated like an ordinary person, it would definitely be out of reach, but right here, if he had an understanding of refining medicine, he might be able to overtake in a corner in terms of the economy of future cultivation.

And he came here mainly to cultivate his magic, as long as he stayed for some observation, this withered grass had no effect on his magic cultivation, then there was no reason to refuse. Listening to the information that Feng Zizhen revealed before, he became a little curious about this dead grass.

Since the decision had already been made, Du Rong put down the clay pot in his hand, knelt down in front of Feng Zizhen and kowtowed seriously: "The disciple has made a decision, and everything in the future will be in accordance with Uncle Feng's dispatch arrangements." The voice was crisp and without a hint of hesitation.

"Okay, good, good! Since you have this awareness, you will definitely be indispensable in the future. Feng Zizhen bent down to help him up, without using mana, and saw that he sincerely appreciated this child, but he didn't know that Du Rong at the moment was full of ghost ideas.

"From now on, this is your residence. "Feng Zizhen took Du Rong to the living room of the Alchemy Hall and arranged a room for him, anyway, there was no one else here, so this residence was originally arranged for foundation level cultivators, except that the tables and chairs in the room were a little old, it was much larger than the residence of ordinary qi refining disciples.

Du Rong looked around the room, it was really much better than the dilapidated cubicle he had in the Yan family, and said with a little joy: "This house is so good, Du Rong is a little ashamed." ”

"It's okay, as long as you do your job honestly, this house that no one lives in is nothing. Then I have to go down the mountain to buy some medicine, and you will grind the dead grass in this clay pot for me, the more broken the better, of course, the more broken it will be. It's up to you, the grinding bucket is there. Feng Zizhen said, pointing to the grinding props on the table.

I didn't expect to come here just now, but I was relieved to keep it alone, this uncle's heart is not ordinary, anyway, he is happy to be quiet alone: "Uncle Shi is free, the disciple will definitely do what you tell you to do." ”

Feng Zizhen still glanced at him with a slightly uneasy expression, and then didn't think much about it, and after the dust was sacrificed, he directly stepped on the last one and flew down the mountain.

After the winner walked away, Du Rong put away all his belongings, in fact, there were few things, but he didn't like objects other than the target when he worked, and he was somewhat obsessive-compulsive.

Now in front of him lay the clay pot that had been taken out of the storeroom, and he stared at the wooden cork on the top that was used for sealing, and his heart was apprehensive, expecting and fearing disappointment. Finally, after a long moment of hesitation, he put his hand on the cork and resolutely removed it.

Anyway, he doesn't have any spiritual power in his body at the moment, so even if Feng Zizhen mentioned many times that this withered grass is very harmful to the monks, he himself has no cultivation at all, and he is not too afraid.