Mo Wen didn't know anything about alchemy, he himself was a person who knew a little about alchemy, and he had studied alchemy with the master of the alchemy room of the Shendan Sect for a few years, and he dared to say that ordinary immortal cultivators, alchemy might be difficult to compare with him.

But now, he has failed again and again, and there is no suspense at all, all of them have failed.

It's obviously a very simple alchemy, and the refining process is simple and clear, why does he keep failing?

A touch of incomprehension flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, and he simply stopped continuing to alchemize, and stopped to think for a while.

Who knew that once Mo Wen stopped, the white-robed old man continued to raise the fire, like a machine man, refining the pill with an expressionless face, and constantly repeating a process over and over again.

A gleam flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, and he began to devote himself to it, carefully observing every alchemy technique of the white-robed old man, and remembering it in his heart.

An hour later, the white-robed old man stopped, and Mo Wen began to refine his own pill again.

The result is still the same, it is still a constant failure, obviously he has remembered every small detail of the alchemy of the white-robed old man, why is it still a continuous failure.

The incomprehension in Mo Wen's heart became deeper and deeper, and the more he didn't know the answer, the more persistent he became, and the more he devoted himself to alchemy learning.

The white-robed old man was like a puppet man, teaching Mo Wen alchemy repeatedly, and he was not tired at all.

The rest of the time was spent almost entirely in alchemy.

Again and again, again and again, but the result is the same.

Time is like flowing water, flowing through his fingertips little by little, in this space without time, Mo Wen doesn't know how long it has been, maybe it's only one day, maybe it's been a year, anyway, it's in his perception. It took a long, long time.

With Mo Wen's temperament, he was a little discouraged, and he wanted to give up several times, but the unconvinced psychology in his heart made him unrelenting, and he was secretly ruthless, and he must refine a furnace of elixir.

I don't know how long it took, the white-robed old man suddenly stopped teaching, just when Mo Wen thought that he couldn't hold on anymore and was about to give up. A voice that made Mo Wen almost vomit blood sounded.

"The perseverance is commendable, and the first test has passed."

The voice of the white-robed old man did not show any emotion, as always, it was like a puppet, just announcing the result.

"Grass, you cheat me!"

Mo Wen heard this, and almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, with his cleverness, how could he not understand what it meant at this time! It turned out that the white-robed old man was not teaching him alchemy, but just a test of perseverance. To put it bluntly, no matter how hard Mo Wen tries, it is impossible to refine the elixir, because of this old man. I didn't want him to succeed in refining at all, and deliberately made him fail again and again.

Mo Wen almost had the urge to scold his mother in his heart, just a inheritance, and he was so tricky!

"The second level. Talent test, if you can pass guò, you can get my inheritance. ”

The white-robed old man said to himself. He didn't have intelligence, so naturally he didn't care how he felt. With a wave of his arm, a light curtain appeared around, forming a large circle, and then one after another medicinal herbs began to appear around, tens of millions, all kinds of medicinal herbs.

Mo asked around, the medicinal materials on the ground were innumerable, which made him dazzled for a while, many medicinal materials were extremely cherished elixirs, and any one of them was worth a fortune, and now they appeared in front of him in piles.

However, he also knew that these elixirs and spiritual herbs were probably all simulated things, and they were not real. Since the owner of the Yuan Shen Bead was able to create this illusion, it would naturally be easy to conjure up a few elixirs.

In the following process, almost all of them were white-robed old men teaching alchemy, and Mo Wen studied carefully, the alchemy of the two of them had almost no concept of time, and it was more than how long it had been.

I saw that the elixir and spirit grass around them were decreasing little by little, and when all of them were gone, they all changed out at once, endlessly, how many batches were changed, Mo Wen forgot about it, he just kept learning alchemy with this old man.

Mo Wen already has a foundation in alchemy, learning from a simple place, it is not so difficult, and it does not appear to have been failing, usually simple alchemy, three or five attempts can be successful once, and the difficulty is a little more advanced, at most repeated learning dozens of times, but also can be learned.

He is very interested in alchemy, and at the same time he is also very confident in his alchemy, after all, the Shendan Sect is a world-famous sect for cultivating immortals in alchemy, and the alchemy that has been inherited is naturally second to none.

But in the process of learning alchemy with the old man in the white robe, he knew what it meant to be broad and profound, and the alchemy techniques he had learned before were simply a drop of water in the vast ocean compared to the old man in the white robe.

Mo Wen's alchemy talent is very outstanding, and he has been exaggerated by the alchemy master in the alchemy room of the Shendan Sect back then, but unfortunately he can't cultivate, so it is difficult to achieve any great achievements.

Now learning alchemy with the white-robed old man, although it is becoming more and more difficult as it goes deeper, and the difficulty is constantly increasing, but Mo Wen is also constantly improving, and with his extraordinary talent, he can barely keep up with the pace of the white-robed old man.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe years, or even decades, for a long time, both of them are more than tired. Because in this space, there is no such thing as tiredness at all, and it seems that no matter what time it is, it can maintain a strong energy.

Finally one day, all the medicinal materials around Mo Wen were used up, and he didn't continue to conjure.

"The talent is extremely high, congratulations on passing the inheritance test."

The white-robed old man no longer taught Mo Wen alchemy, and after saying a word with an expressionless face, his figure disappeared in place in a flash, and then a huge Ding furnace appeared in the sky, falling upside down, and shrouded Mo Wen in one fell swoop.

As for the white-robed old man, he appeared in the sky, sitting cross-legged, and pinched a mysterious handprint with both hands.

"The road is like a dream!"

The white-robed old man let out a low snort, and an invisible strange aura emanated from him, enveloping the entire altar in an instant, and the huge furnace began to slowly spin up.

The next moment, Mo Wen's eyes were blurred, and his spirit was swaying, as if he was about to fall asleep. He tried to sober himself up, but he couldn't, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and in a moment he was completely in darkness.

In his sleep, Mo Wen had a long, long dream in which he dreamed of his life. No, to be precise, he dreamed of someone else's life, and he didn't have a sense of substitution in that dream, like a bystander, watching the plot in the movie.

In the dream, a child grew up slowly, and then learned the skills, stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, and with continuous efforts, became a generation of immortal cultivation power, the world's attention to the strong, he was respected in the world of cultivating immortals as the saint of medicine, one-handed alchemy art, to the realm, rare in the world.

Mo Wen knows a lot and discovers a lot, but he doesn't understand a lot of things, and his doubts not only do not decrease, but they become more and more. The picture in front of me is like a movie, constantly playing in front of my eyes. It's a long time, it seems to be hundreds, even millennia.

Thousands of years of experience, how could Mo Wen remember them all, many things, he only had a little impression, and then completely forgot them in the back of his mind. A person's life is too long, and the ages of the two lives combined, it is only forty years.

Thousands of years? What is that concept? Ordinary people have lived so long, I am afraid that they have long forgotten who they are.

Mo Wen almost didn't remember the ordinary trivial things in life, but he remembered the person's cultivation path, cultivation method and process, and rare experience very clearly, as if it was engraved in his mind, and it was difficult for him to remember it or not.

I don't know when, I don't know how long it took.

Mo Wen began to wake up faintly, there was confusion in his eyes, and it took a long time to become sober, and the person's consciousness became clearer and clearer, looking at the surrounding environment, he found that he was still on the altar, and in front of him was still a huge Ding furnace like a small mountain, and above the big Ding, the old man in white robe was always sitting flutteringly.

From the long dream just now, Mo Wen already knew who the white-robed old man was, the legendary monk of ancient Kyushu, who cultivated to the realm of perfection, the legendary realm of the Great Dao, and the generation of medicine saint powerhouse Ji Wuya.

Ji Wuya's life can be called legendary, whether it is cultivation or alchemy, it can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of life. He is a prodigy, and the fact that he has gone from an ordinary person to that point is a testament to the rise of a genius.

But the final outcome is not the complete rise of genius, but in history, although his achievements can only be looked up to by many people, but for him, it is still a premature death, and he did not reach the most glorious moment, and then fell gloomily.

Mo Wen didn't know why Ji Wuya died in the end, at the end of the dream, it seemed to be erased alive, a blank, he couldn't see anything, or rather, there were some things that he couldn't see.

He only knew that Ji Wuya died a long, long time ago, in a disaster, and the existence of the Yuan Shen Zhu was the best proof of this.

Mo Wen sighed, his mood was a little complicated, a peerless powerhouse like Ji Wuya, a figure who can almost be called an immortal, has a day when he falls gloomily, between heaven and earth, there are indeed many unpredictable dangers, always maintain a heart of awe, maybe he can live longer.

"You have obtained my inheritance, but your cultivation qualifications are too low, you are only getting the skin, whether you can dig out my inheritance thoroughly, it can only depend on your creation."

The white-robed old man glanced at Mo Wen, and at this time, there seemed to be a rare affection in his eyes.

When Mo Wen obtains part of his memory, it means that he has completely obtained the approval of the Yuan Shen Zhu and will obtain all his inheritance. And he will completely disappear into the world, and the Yuan Shen Zhu will be extinguished.

After saying a word, the body of the white-robed old man began to blur, slowly turning into a little white light, which disappeared into the air. Almost at the same time, a golden sun appeared in the sky and slowly descended, enveloping Mo Wen. (To be continued......)