Chapter 70: The Helpless "Burning Nitrate"

"Steady, steady, steady" The old doctor looked at Lu Zhe with a frown on his face, and hurriedly said in a loud voice.

On the other hand, Lu Zhe saw that his face was full of sweat at the moment, and he was sweating so much on a cold day, and the sweat even wet the upper part of his collar.

Lu Zhe tried his best to stabilize the pill in the tripod, his hands trembled constantly, and the spiritual power and soul power were transmitted to the tripod in one go, and then stabilized the pill in the tripod.

However, just as Lu Zhe was trying his best to stabilize the elixir, Ding suddenly let out a "poof" sound, and then there was silence for a moment.

The old doctor's eyes opened when he heard the sound, his body was stunned, and then he seemed to react to something, and hurriedly threw himself to the ground, and Lu Zhe also understood something, hurriedly withdrew his hands and threw himself on the ground.

Just as the two of them threw themselves on the ground, Ding shook slightly, and then ......

"Boom!"

A deafening sound came out from the ding, and then the sound spread to a radius of dozens of zhang, the frightened birds in the woods hurriedly flew out, and the stones on the ground also shook slightly, as if the earth shook the mountain, and the air wave caused by the explosion blew the dust and sand on the ground all over the sky, blocking people's sight, making people feel chaotic.

"Bah, baba, poof" The old doctor got up from the ground with a mouth of mud and sand, waved his hand to sweep away the dust in front of him, and looked around.

Suddenly, he found that there was also a person lying not far away, it was Lu Zhe.

I saw Lu Zhe moving on the ground a few times, as if he was struggling, and then shook his head to shake off the mud and sand above his head, and slowly supported himself up.

"Tell me how many times you have failed, this is just a two-ding silver pill, you have failed so many times," the old doctor pointed his finger at Lu Zhe and complained.

"It's not you, it's not good to refine, you have to refine this most explosive "Burning Nitrate" Lu Zhe spit out the sediment in his mouth and complained.

Burning Nitrate, a strange elixir, is ranked among the two silver pills. This elixir has no medicinal value, and it is extremely easy to explode when refining, and the power is not small, so ordinary alchemists rarely refine this elixir, either refining it for use as explosives, or when training to control the power of fire. And the intention of the doctor to let Lu Zhe refine this elixir was obviously the latter.

The old doctor made a sharp knife, raised it high, and then swung it down, and suddenly a strong wind came out from the fingertips of the old doctor, like splitting the sky and breaking the waves, and split the flying sand from the middle with a knife, and then the sleeve robe was flicked, and a wild blow blew through, blowing it clean.

"I'm not here to train your fire control," the doctor sighed lightly and said.

Then the old doctor clapped his hands and said with some puzzlement: Tell me about you, why can't you master alchemy so well?

"yes, how can this be?" Lu Zhe echoed by patting his thigh.

"Let me tell you, as long as you can refine this 'Burning Nitrate Pill' at one time, with the strength of your soul power, there is no problem in refining and refining the Siding Pill" The old doctor patted the mud and sand on his body, and said lightly.

Lu Zhe picked up the lid of the Ding that flew out because of the explosion from the ground, and then walked quickly to the front of the Ding and closed it.

Gently touching the body, a solid and simple feeling spread from the palm of his hand to his body and mind, Lu Zhe took a breath lightly, and said to himself lightly: Why can't I practice well?

Shaking his head, shaking off the cumbersome distractions in his mind, Lu Zhe took a deep breath, then looked at the solid medicine tripod, picked up the medicinal herbs from the ground, threw them into the tripod, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, and started refining again.

The old doctor patted the mud and sand off his body, looked at Lu Zhe, who had newly entered the state of refining, walked to the side, sat down, and quietly looked at Lu Zhe who was alchemizing.

As the minutes passed, fine beads of sweat began to appear on Lu Zhe's forehead, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this scene, the old doctor frowned slightly, but never said anything.

As time deepened, the sweat on Lu Zhe's forehead began to slowly change from small to large, and some large beads of sweat had dripped down from his forehead and dripped on Lu Zhe's shoulders or collar.

Suddenly, I saw that Lu Zhemeng opened his eyes, and his hands quickly slapped on the tripod, and then the tripod made a "hum" sound, and the tripod lid rose in response, and a round pill flew out of the tripod quickly.

His feet quickly touched the ground, his body flew up in the air, his right hand stretched out, and he grabbed the flying pill fiercely, and then he did a somersault and landed in front of the old doctor.

The old doctor looked at Lu Zhe with a smile, nodded, and said, "Not bad."

Lu Zhe smiled and slowly opened his palm.

"Boom"

A loud bang came from Lu Zhe's hand, and suddenly, Lu Zhe only felt that his palms were numb, and then there was a sharp pain.

Lu Zhe gritted his teeth and looked at his palm, only to see that at this moment, the palm of his hand was full of blood, the white flesh was flipped, the epithelia of the five fingers was open, the white bones were prominent, and there was no trace of good skin on the whole hand, which made people feel a creepy feeling.

"Ahh

Lu Zhe let out a roar towards the sky, and the sound shook the four fields, no less than the explosion just now.

The doctor quickly saw Lu Zhe's injury clearly, first he was suddenly stunned, and then hurriedly clicked a few times on Lu Zhe's arm, then quickly took out a few jars, poured out different powders, and evenly applied them to Lu Zhe's bloody hands, and then quickly pulled out a roll of bandages and quickly wrapped them around Lu Zhe's palm.

After applying the powder of the elder, Lu Zhe stopped roaring, gasped, and then his face was full of pain.

The old doctor suddenly laughed a few times, and then said sarcastically: You are really bold, this "burning nitrate" is not only in the ding, as long as it sees a high heat, it will explode, and it will generally be placed in the jade bottle when it is refined.

Lu Zhe glared at the doctor with anger in his eyes, and suffocated the doctor.

Lu Zhe looked at the palm of his hand, and saw that at this moment, the whole hand had been tied with a bandage by the old doctor, and he couldn't see what was going on inside, but the medicine for the old man really worked, and as soon as he applied it, his pain was halved, and now he felt a little pain, which shocked Lu Zhe.

The doctor sat on a rock next to him, and said lightly: Although I have applied medicine to you, if you want to restore to your original appearance, it is estimated that it will take three to five days, and you will not practice and alchemy in the next few days.

Then, the old doctor took back the few jars he had just taken out, got up, patted his robe, and went down the mountain.

At night, the doctor and Lu Zhe sat by the fire, quietly looking at the fire in front of them, the firelight reflected on the faces of the two of them, dyeing it burnt yellow.

The old doctor casually threw a dead branch into the fire, and the flames poured up, quickly submerging it, making a burst of "popping" sound of the dead branch bursting.

"We're going to go back to your country in the next few days," the doctor said lightly, looking at the fire.

Lu Zhe was stunned when he heard this, looked up at the old doctor, and saw that the old doctor's eyes were staring at the fire in front of him at the moment, and two small fires were reflected in the dark and deep eyes.

"Okay," Lu Zhe said without any ups and downs.

The two of them just looked at the fire in front of them quietly.

In the sky, the moon hangs high, the sky is like ink, and there is a sense ......of slaughter between heaven and earth.