The morning in the mountains was much wetter than outside, and the faint mist shrouded the mountains like a veil, adding a touch of beauty and tranquility to the undulating and precipitous mountains. The mountain wind blows slowly, blowing these mountain dances slightly flipping and rolling, between the clouds and mist, there is a sense of dust and refinement, not touching any dust in the world, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland.

The old doctor stood on the cliff with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at Lu Zhe who was concentrating on alchemy in front of him.

"Alright," the doctor said slowly.

Lu Zhe opened his eyes and slapped the body of the tripod violently, and suddenly, the lid on the tripod was lifted violently, and a round pill flew out from the top of the tripod, Lu Zhe fixed his eyes, his feet touched the ground, his body flew up in the air, and he grabbed the pill that flew out.

Looking at the elixir in his palm with solemn eyes, Lu Zhe put it under his nose and sniffed it, then shook his head with a sigh and dropped the elixir off the cliff.

"Failed," Lu Zhe muttered to himself with a somewhat bitter voice. This was the seventh time he had refined the Detoxification Pill, and all of them ended in failure without exception.

He looked up at the old doctor, and saw the old doctor standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands in his hands, looking at the mountains in the distance.

Why? Why can't you just refine the pill as you want like a doctor?

Lu Zhe was secretly distressed.

"Alchemy, in addition to the need for high-temperature flames, you also need rich experience, I can refine the pill as I want, because I have more experience in refining the pill than you" The old doctor still stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the endless mountains in front of him, as if he knew what Lu Zhe was thinking, the old doctor said lightly.

Later, the old doctor still stood with his hands in his hands, and said lightly: If you want to have a high level of control, it is inseparable from the experience accumulated during alchemy. Later, he looked back at Lu Zhe and said earnestly: You must not seek merit, otherwise you will only be in chaos and fall short.

Lu Zhe nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the few medicinal materials left on the ground, took a deep breath, and then threw a medicinal herb into the ding, and continued to alchemy.

Time passed leisurely, like a white horse passing through a gap, and when he came back to his senses, he had already run away.

Lu Zhe refined the pill again, although he failed several times, but the emperor lived up to his wishes, and when he was refining for the tenth time, Lu Zhe finally refined this detoxification pill that was only in a Ding Yindan.

Looking at the round and reddish elixir in the bottle, Lu Zhe wiped the sweat drops on his forehead and smiled with relief.

"Congratulations," the doctor said with a smile.

"It's still the master who teaches well," Lu Zhe said.

"Don't come with me to this hypocritical showcase, it's you who refining the pill, and I didn't do anything, how can it be my credit?" the old doctor asked coldly when he heard this.

Lu Zhe was stunned, and then laughed dryly a few times to resolve his embarrassment.

"You can refine one Ding Yin Dan now, you can take a rest and start refining two Ding Dan pills tomorrow" The doctor shook off his robe and said lightly.

Lu Zhe raised his eyebrows when he heard this, looked at the old doctor in disbelief, and said in disbelief: Master, you're not kidding, I'm .......

The old doctor stretched out his hand to interrupt Lu Zhe's words, and said quietly: I said you can do it.

After speaking, he didn't care about Lu Zhe, who was speechless, shook off his robe, and continued to stand with his hands in his hands, looking at the mountains from afar.

Lu Zhe raised his eyebrows, looked at the red tripod beside him, smiled bitterly, sat cross-legged on the ground, and recovered the spiritual power that had been consumed just now by refining the pill.

It has been about three days since Lu Zhe started alchemy, and in these three days, he has been practicing refining pills repeatedly every day, and his spiritual power has begun to increase while consuming and recovering from it.

At night, when Lu Zhe was cultivating and the old doctor was looking at him from afar, Lu Zhe didn't forget it, cross-legged cultivation was nothing to those of them who cultivated the spirit and practiced the Tao, but the old doctor looked at the mountains motionless from noon to now, and this concentration had to be praised for a few points, which was comparable to the monk's meditation.

The mountains at night are a little less beautiful and quiet than in the morning, a little more majestic and precipitous, under the night, the rolling mountains stand majestically, criss-crossed, looking at it from afar, it is actually revealing a sense of slaughter.

The night was deep, the moon hung high, and there were a few faint stars in the sky. Under the cold and clear light, there seems to be a hidden fog in the mountains in the distance, floating lightly, looking like a light veil mist, with a bit of mystery in the beauty.

Lu Zhe withdrew from his cultivation state, made a fire on the ground at random, and then held a wooden stick in his hand, and a washed and peeled hare was strung on the wooden stick.

Between the tongue of fire rolling, the hare faintly dripped a few drops of grease under Lu Zhe's even roasting, and then dripped into the firelight, and a vague aroma floated out of the hare.

If you want to say that Lu Zhe knows how to barbecue, this is true, and he doesn't know where he learned his barbecue skills, but everyone who has eaten his barbecue has praised him, and he is convinced, and his thumb is straight and straight.

"You have a good grasp of the heat," the doctor's voice came quietly.

Lu Zhe was startled, looked at the old doctor sitting opposite him, and said slightly: Why are you walking silently, you want to be a ghost.

The old doctor looked up at him, smiled, and said, "It's not that I'm silent, it's that you're too attentive."

After speaking, he looked at the hare that Lu Zhe roasted, swallowed his saliva, and said: When can I eat it?

Lu Zhe looked at the hare in front of him and said, "You can eat it right away, but it's ......."

Hearing Lu Zhe's silence, the old doctor raised his head and asked, "But what?"

Lu Zhe sighed lightly and said with some regret: But there is no salt and other condiments to mix, and the taste is probably not very good.

"Cut, what should I do?" said the doctor.

After speaking, he touched his ring, and after a flash of shock, several bottles and cans appeared on the ground in front of Lu Zhe.

Lu Zhe looked at the bottles and cans that appeared in front of him in surprise, and said in astonishment: This is?

"You're talking about condiments," said the old doctor as a matter of course.

Lu Zhe let out a "uh", then opened the jars and smelled them, they were indeed salt condiments.

Lu Zhe smiled bitterly, and said to himself lightly: The alchemist still has this thing, is it the taste of concocting the elixir?

Opening all the bottles in his hand, Lu Zhe quickly sprinkled the condiment on the hare, with the blending of this condiment, the fragrance on the hare was even stronger, making people move their index fingers and salivate when they smelled it.

Lu Zhe put the rabbit under his nose and sniffed it, then tore off a piece of rabbit leg and handed it to the doctor, saying: You can eat it.

The old doctor was overjoyed, hurriedly took the rabbit leg, and then devoured it, and the posture was eager to swallow the rabbit leg in one bite.

Lu Zhe glanced at the old doctor funny, tore off a piece of meat from the rabbit, blew it, and then put it in his mouth and ate it.

The doctor quickly ate the rabbit leg, then chewed the bone, and praised: good craftsmanship, the outside is charred and crispy, and the meat inside is smooth and tender, it is simply the best.

Lu Zhe smiled faintly and said: I used to roast people a lot, and I practiced it unintentionally.

"To whom?" the old doctor took the wooden stick in Lu Zhe's hand, munched on rabbit meat, and asked as he ate.

When Lu Zhe heard this, he lowered his head and said nothing, with a gloomy look between his eyebrows, and said bitterly: One, someone I don't know.

"Huh?" the old doctor looked at Lu Zhe in confusion, but the movements in his mouth still didn't stop.

Lu Zhe stood with his hands in his hands, walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the ten thousand mountains in the dark like a doctor, and muttered to himself in a voice mixed with a hint of sadness: Little Gray .......