Just when the ants on the morning breeze were in a hurry, when they caught a glimpse of the bookshelf and the case on the side, they suddenly realized that they were really fans of the authorities, and didn't they beg for money and silver? There are so many books here, there must be a way to subdue the fire, and maybe there is an introduction to the origin of these three flames.

With an idea in mind, Morrowind couldn't wait to walk towards the desk.

A local yellow book was open on the desk, covered in dust. It seems that the owner of this room went out when he was reading a book, and he didn't have time to close the book, and he never came back since.

The morning breeze flicked off the dust on the book, read the words on it carefully, and gradually became obsessed, and the third floor returned to its previous quietness, only the woman on the picture scroll looked at the morning breeze with her pair of watery eyes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to be a little thicker.

This is a nameless handwritten notebook, not what Morrowind began to think, nor is it that the owner has left in the middle of reading the book, but that the writing has come to an abrupt end here, and the person who wrote it has not returned for some reason.

Chenfeng looked at it carefully, and the small characters on the notes were densely packed, with pictures and annotations, and most of the content written by Chenfeng was half-understood, and even many of them were unheard of.

On the title page, there is a quaint small ding, which should be an alchemy furnace, and there are also dense small characters annotated next to it, telling the timing of entering the fire and many precautions when refining medicine.

Turning a few more pages, they are all about some experiences and fire control skills when refining medicine, which makes Chenfeng a little disappointed, although these contents are also very valuable, but they are not suitable for me now, and now I am worried about how to subdue the fire, and I have not yet reached this level, the so-called suitable is the best, which is the situation that Chenfeng is facing in front of him.

The speed of flipping through was a little faster, and Morrowind looked for a way to collect the tinder, and finally when he was about to finish the page, there was a text that made Morrowind thoughtful, stopped flipping through the book, and thought about it seriously.

"Pull the vitality of the dantian, pass through the life gate, the Lingtai acupoint to the sea of knowledge, attract the meridians, and the vitality passes through the sea of knowledge and then enters the eight veins of the strange meridians. Reciprocating, nine weeks. Sensing the fire with the mind, the vitality comes out of the body..."

Morrowind was ecstatic, and hurriedly operated his breath according to the notes in the book.

After a stick of incense passed, the morning breeze sat on the futon under the fire again, and had warmed the vitality layer by layer according to the requirements of the book, but it was never able to leave the body. Again and again, all in vain.

The morning breeze paced back and forth, looking at the book again, staring at the chosen flame in a daze.

"What went wrong? Too young? But didn't the little girl downstairs succeed? ”

Chenfeng subconsciously came to the portrait of the woman on the wall, and said reverently: "Lord Yinggu, the younger generation is not insatiable, but becoming an alchemist is something I must do, it is really important, or I have to stay in the mountains for a lifetime, Uncle Lian said that the outside world is wonderful, there is everything..."

Morrowind broke his thoughts in front of the portrait, and seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming here as he spoke, as if telling his long-lost elders about his sadness and sorrow over the years, and about the loss that he usually hid very well. Morrowind didn't notice that when Morrowind told this, the corners of the woman's mouth in the painting gradually disappeared, and the deep eyes became more painful and sad.

Chenfeng also told in front of the portrait on the third floor, this would be talking about the incident that he promised Lian Chengyu to save people and thought he would die, as he spoke, Chenfeng smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and continued: "I, I'm really stupid, I made such a big joke, no one knows that every time I see Uncle Lian, I actually have to die of shame, I just pretend to forget about it." ”

In front of the tower, Lian Chengyu, who looked pleasant, was concentrating on admiring the revival of all things in Yunshan, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, and his figure staggered.

Lian Chengyu was startled, and suddenly rose into the air, his eyes shining brightly. However, when he heard the words of the morning breeze on the third floor, he instantly realized something, opened his mouth and laughed silently, and tears couldn't help but blur his eyes.

"Eiko, God pity you, hahaha. Lian Chengyu had tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.

What Morrowind didn't know was that there was still a remnant of Aunt Ying's spirit in the scroll, and she could hear the surroundings but was silent. This was an extravagant hope left by Aunt Ying before she left countless years ago, looking forward to seeing that young man one day in the future, even if she only glanced at it, she didn't hesitate to hurt her soul at the beginning, and she really looked at it for ten thousand years.

Chenfeng didn't know that the god in his eyes, Aunt Ying, was Lian Chengyu's acquaintance, and he didn't know that Aunt Ying had provoked Aunt Ying to punish Lian Chengyu slightly because of his story.

Morrowind ended his grievances and felt better. This is the first time in so many years that Morrowind has revealed the weakness and helplessness that a child of his age should have. Chenfeng knew that he had said a little too much, and bowed to the portrait again: "Lord Yinggu understands, the kid is disrespectful." ”

But just as the morning breeze was about to leave, the flame he had chosen flew lightly in front of his eyes, flying up and down, circling around the morning breeze like a naughty child.

Startled, Morrowind stretched out his hand, and the flame fell into his palm.

The young man smiled, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes were clear, which contrasted with the woman in the portrait behind him.

Morrowind sat on the futon, this time operating the breath according to the method in the book, and the vitality broke out smoothly, quickly enveloping the flame. The white flame was wrapped in vitality, beating lightly without any struggle, the morning breeze opened his eyes, looked at the flame in front of him and smiled even more, took a deep breath, and was about to take the flame into his body in one go, but the flame turned and went straight to the portrait, dancing gently in front of the portrait, as if saying goodbye.

Chenfeng looked at this scene and said in his heart: "It should be the fire left by Aunt Ying, is this a farewell, this guy is so spiritual, will it be difficult to tame and use it in the future." ”

Morrowind was immediately stunned the next moment, because he saw the woman in the portrait smiling, not with the illusion of the corners of her mouth raised, but like a living person, grinning. The original profundity in the woman's eyes also disappeared, replaced by relief and satisfaction, and at this moment Chenfeng felt the same way.

Chenfeng looked at the woman on the wall dumbfounded, it turned out that she looked better when she laughed, was she happy that this flame had a home? But why did her eyes seem to be looking at herself? This kind of look, Chenfeng had seen from Lian Chengyu's eyes, it was kindness and love, it was the kind of meaning that would rather me bear the people of the world than the people of the world should bear you.

Morrowind stared blankly at the woman on the wall, unconsciously with tears in her eyes, so that she didn't know that the flame had disappeared into her body.

After a long time, after the flame entered the body, it rushed left and right between the meridians, and it seemed that he could not find a suitable place to settle and wander around, and the morning breeze woke up, so he quickly gathered his thoughts, recalled the method in the book and continued to collect the fire himself.

After a long time, after a painful experience that almost exploded to death, Morrowind opened his eyes. As soon as his mind moved, the flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

Chenfeng smiled heartily, and finally completed the fire into the body, which was the only way for the alchemist, but when he looked back and saw the portrait on the wall that had been restored to its original state, there was a lot more inexplicable loneliness in his heart.

Next, Morrowind patiently read through the half-written book on the table, only to realize that the flame he collected was indeed separated from Yinggu's flame, called "Devouring Flame", and could continue to evolve by devouring other flames. The book talks about the initial devouring method, until the devouring of flames is generated and the flames can be devoured on their own.

Looking at the remaining two flames, Morrowind jumped to the test. Carefully exit your own vitality, summon the Devouring Flame, and then approach the two flames.

Two hours later, Morrowind lay exhausted on the floor of the third floor of the Hidden Fire Tower, the three flames that had been suspended had disappeared, and Morrowind had a big smile on his face.

"It's time to leave, Uncle Lian is probably in a hurry. After regaining his strength, Morrowind looked at the devouring flame that had condensed a little bit in his palm, and muttered to himself.

Chenfeng picked up the books on the desk, put the futon back in its place, carefully wiped the dust on the bookshelf, and bowed to the portrait on the wall: "Lord Yinggu, thank you for your great kindness." If there is a goodbye in the future, you will not hesitate to go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire. Chenfeng couldn't think of any way to repay him, so he had to copy a hero's rhetoric.

Looking back at the three-story secret room, Morrowind no longer hesitated and strode away. The third floor is once again quiet. When passing by the second and first floors, Morrowind didn't want to let Devouring Flame swallow all the other flames, but just remembered that he had used all his body to devour the other two flames on the third floor, so he had to give up. It's a long time coming.,I plan to come to pay more respects to Aunt Ying on the third floor.。

When the boy thought of this, he was satisfied and left happily.