In Baishi Jinglun's heart, it is called proud.

At his age, doing something that shocked everyone, although it didn't excite him, it always felt good.

In particular, the best result is that the results of one's own research can be recognized by everyone and are beneficial to the development of the human race.

However, this refining elixir is not so easy to refine.

Even if you have the type, dosage, and detailed steps of the spirit grass you provide, if you want to succeed, you must fail at least ten times before you can succeed.

The old man of Baishi, although he really wanted to, wait until someone refines the elixir, and the effect of the experiment.

But this will not be okay for a while, and he estimates that it will have to wait until the day after tomorrow at the latest.

For more than a month, I have been really tired enough.

Although Baishi Jinglun still wants to continue to promote other elixirs, he no longer has that energy.

He ran into the room and fell asleep.

Many professors at Tokai College, as well as many people who saw this post, couldn't sleep.

They began to work on the elixir prescription provided by Baishi Jinglun.

Some of them lacked spiritual grass, so they even ran out to buy them overnight.

However, in Donghai College, there is an exception, and that is Zhang Hai.

This thing is so depressed, I'm going to see the professor tomorrow, and I won't be expelled.

"No, when you go to see Professor Lin tomorrow, you must first go to the school archives to check what kind of person this Baishi Jinglun is, even if you die, you have to die to understand."

Zhang Hai, in this depression, slowly fell asleep.

As time passed, the post that had been cold began to be discussed again.

This stage and what is discussed is all about acupuncture.

"I just pricked it with a silver needle and found that some acupuncture points in the human body really don't hurt when you stab it. It's so strange that I've never found it before, and I can't feel if it's really magical. ”

"I tried it too, and it was kind of interesting. The divine doctor in the condor shooting, acupuncture and moxibustion treatment for patients, are all different techniques, the depth of the penetration is also exquisite, and sometimes it is necessary to cross into the internal force, to summarize a complete theory of acupuncture and moxibustion, and finally benefit our human race, it is not so easy. ”

……

The sunlight filtered through the window, forming mottled spots of light that fell on Chu Nan's face, and the shadows were intertwined.

He opened his eyes, waved his hand to block out the sunlight, and sat up.

Thinking of last night, the post made by Baishi Jinglun.

So he went inside and looked.

At this time, there are many people in the post who are talking about it.

It's been all night, why hasn't anyone announced the news of refining the elixir, has it been successful?

If that kind of elixir wants to be refined, the requirements for grasping the heat, timing, and dosage of the spirit herb are extremely delicate.

There are too many factors involved, and they can't be refined by chance.

If you don't fail dozens of times, it's impossible to make it.

If someone can replicate the achievements of the old man overnight, it can only be said that he is engaged in this genius.

Chu Nan specifically asked, Baishi Jinglun.

Even if he was allowed to refine it, he would be able to succeed at most five times out of ten.

Chu Nan pushed open the door, came to the courtyard, and swept around, a little surprised.

This Baishi Jinglun is not in the yard, where did he go?

Every time Chu Nan wakes up these days, the old man is definitely concentrating on research.

At this time, there was a snoring sound.

"Sleeping?"

Chu Nan followed the sound, pushed open the door, and only saw Baishi Jinglun, sleeping with his eyes closed, snoring like thunder.

"It's the first time in the world that this old man can sleep so soundly."

Chu Nan was about to close the door and leave, but heard a voice coming, "Bai boy, I am also human, of course I have to sleep." ”

Bai Shi Jinglun, who was lying on the bed just now, appeared directly in front of Chu Nan.

The dark circles under the eyes have completely dissipated, and the hair that stands straight on the air is still the same, I don't know how long it has been since I washed it.

……

In the afternoon of the same day, at Tunghai University, a young man walked out of the archives management with a shocked face.

This young man is Zhang Hai.

He checked the files for a whole day, and finally found out the relevant information of the vice president of Baishi Jinglun.

I don't know if I don't check, I almost scared him to death when I checked.

The account of Baishi Jinglun is simple.

A professor at the academy three hundred years ago......

Then he traveled to the mainland.

Three hundred years ago, he was a professor at Tunghai University, so doesn't that mean that the predecessors of Baishi Jinglun must be at least more than 400 years old.

Zhang Hai was about to cry, and his feelings were even worse than that of the dean.

No wonder the professors call him a senior.

Originally, he thought everyone was just polite.

Unexpectedly, in the Heavenly Dao Forum, he was angry at this, "Finished bird, this time it's going to be bad." ”

Zhang Hai could only bite the bullet and go to Professor Lin Yuan.

Half an hour later.

Zhang Hai stood in front of Professor Lin Yuan tragically.

Professor Lin was facing a pot, constantly adding herbs to it, very focused.

His eyes were bloodshot and his face flushed, and he seemed excited.

Zhang Hai waited for a while, but he didn't see Professor Lin looking up, so he reminded, "Professor Lin, I'm here." ”

"Oku......"

Professor Lin didn't even lift his head.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Zhang Hai asked again, "Professor Lin, I know it's wrong." ”

Professor Lin did not react.

"Professor Lin......"

"Professor Lin......"

Zhang Hai screamed many times in a row, but Professor Lin still stared at the pot and ignored him at all.

Zhang Hai was bold and leaned over to look.

I happened to see that the spirit grass that Professor Lin sprinkled into it slowly melted inside.

How is this possible, and why does the spirit grass melt?

Is this refining elixir?

Zhang Hai thought about the content of yesterday's post.

Time passed little by little, as Professor Lin skillfully added the last spiritual grass to this pot.

The pot was originally black and tasteless.

Suddenly it began to emit a faint medicinal fragrance.

It was as if it had been suddenly activated, and a faint golden light lingered in it.

There was originally half a pot of medicinal mud, which was instantly squeezed and condensed together.

It turned into a pile of ashes, and within this ash, there was a small black and shiny pill-like thing, but it was not round.

A richer medicinal fragrance came out.

"The impurities are exhausted, the elixir is gathered, as described by the predecessors of the hundred generations, it has succeeded, failed more than ten times, and I finally succeeded this time. Only the last step is left, and the test ......"

Professor Lin excitedly pinched the elixir and observed it carefully.

Zhang Hai on the side also leaned over to take a look.

"Who!"

Professor Lin moved, and grabbed Zhang Hai's neck.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Zhang Hai was speechless.

Professor Lin quickly let go, and he recognized Zhang Hai, "When did you come?" ”

"Professor Lin, I came here before it got dark." Zhang Hai looked depressed, and the professor didn't know when he arrived.

"What are you doing here? What's the problem? ”

"Forehead......" Zhang Hai looked embarrassed, and Professor Lin actually forgot about it

"Hurry up and find me a lizard, I want to test the medicine!"

Where does Professor Lin still have the energy at this time to investigate Zhang Hai's yesterday's incident.

"Okay, professor, I'll go."

Zhang Hai nodded and hurriedly ran out.

Professor Lin was so excited that he forgot about yesterday's events and helped him himself, and when he remembered it, he was always embarrassed to make trouble again.