Lu Zhe put his hands on the tripod, closed his eyes tightly, and according to the instructions of the elder, he began to slowly control his mind, which is the so-called soul power, and passed it into the tripod along his arm.

Suddenly, Lu Zhe only felt that there was darkness in his head, and there was nothing, Lu Zhe was very surprised, the old doctor said that there was no structure in his head, why was it still pitch black?

Returning to his senses, Lu Zhe turned his head to look at the old doctor, but found that the old doctor was pouring fertilizer at the moment, so he whistled when he poured fertilizer, looking leisurely and comfortable.

Suddenly, Lu Zhe heard the old doctor chanting a poem, and after listening carefully, he only listened to the old doctor chanting while pouring fertilizer: A white line bends and shoots, and the grass and green trees are full of growth.

"You're on fire, Master" Lu Zhe said helplessly after listening to the old doctor's poem.

"What do you say?" said the old doctor, turning around.

"Yours is a yellow line, not a white line," Lu Zhe said helplessly.

When the doctor heard this, he turned his head and found that it was really a yellow line, so he turned his head embarrassedly and said: Recently, the weather has been dry and dry, and it is a little hot.

After pouring the fertilizer, the old doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and said with some lamentation: People are old, hey, it's useless, and I can't hold it.

Lu Zhe even looked at the doctor with a disdainful eye, and then said: "Master, you said that as long as the soul power penetrates into the Ding, you will see the things in the Ding clearly, why is it really pitch black with mine?"

"Did you light the fire?" asked the old doctor.

"Uh" Lu Zhe was a little speechless by the old doctor's words, he didn't set fire to it at all just now, there was no fire lighting, so it was naturally pitch black.

"But I'm not the Spirit Emperor, how can I set fire to it?" Lu Zhe said in surprise when he heard this, spiritual power is materialized, but it is the sign of the Spirit Emperor's powerhouse.

"I didn't say that you should put real fire into it, the medicine tripod used in our alchemy is cast with a substance called "Fire Spirit Stone", this substance can sense the spiritual power of the fire attribute in the outside world, so as to produce real fire" The old doctor looked at Lu Zhe and explained lightly.

Lu Zhe let out an "oh", then put his hand back on Ding's body, first turned the elixir, and controlled a trace of fire attribute spiritual power along the meridians to his arm, and then gently instilled it into Ding.

With the infusion of Lu Zhe's spiritual power, this red medicine tripod began to heat up slowly, this is only the most basic Wen Ding, Lu Zhe recalled the steps taken by the old man when he was alchemizing, although the palm of the palm is on fire and he can't do it now, but the rest of the steps Lu Zhe memorized by heart, including the old man Wen Ding, and then started alchemy.

The doctor looked at Lu Zhe, who was not in a hurry, with satisfaction, smiled, and then turned to look at the rolling mountains in front of him.

Soon, the old doctor said lightly: Okay.

Lu Zhe opened his eyes, then looked at the medicinal herbs that he had neatly arranged on the ground, recalled the steps recorded on the prescription, picked up a push of medicinal powder, and then poured it from the top of the ding.

Controlling his own soul, Lu Zhe saw the pile of medicinal powder rolling back and forth in the fire house, according to the steps, he should first refine this pile of medicinal powder into a sticky form, and then mix the rest of the medicinal materials together.

As the tongue of fire rolled, Lu Zheqingxi saw that the pile of powder in the tongue of fire began to melt gradually, gradually turning into a slimy shape, and finally floated in the middle of the tongue of fire.

Seeing this scene, Lu Zhe exhaled softly, but just when his mind relaxed, he accidentally did not control the transmission of good spiritual power, and the vitality of the guide was too great, and the refined paste immediately became extremely black.

Seeing this scene, Lu Zhe sighed, and controlled his mind to discharge it from the waste outlet below.

"Hahaha, didn't you master the fire and the medicine was ruined?"

Lu Zhe retracted his mind and withdrew his spiritual power, and the burning flame inside the tripod lost the support of Lu Zhe's spiritual power, and soon extinguished.

"Alchemy, the most important thing is to control the power, which is why our alchemists are tougher than ordinary people's soul power, because this control force is the soul power, if you slack off a little, you may lose all your efforts, and your achievements will fall short" The old doctor still stood in place, turned his head, and said quietly.

"So what now, I only collected one kind of medicinal herb," Lu Zhe said.

The doctor smiled faintly, took out a lilac pill from his arms, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it, and after a while, he did a few warm-up exercises, slowly turned around, and looked at Lu Zhe with a smile.

Lu Zhe was not surprised at all by his ability, what he knew about the old doctor was only his name, and he didn't know anything about the rest, he also knew that the identity of the old doctor, Ye Lao and even the sixth oil man, with his current qualifications, he was not qualified to know, if he knew rashly, it was estimated that it would cause a lot of trouble, which was told by Ye Laoqian.

The doctor walked up to him, patted him, and said with a faint smile: I just want you to know this time that alchemy is not so easy, many people even spend an unknown number of years refining a pill, this situation is commonplace in our alchemy world.

Lu Zhe nodded thoughtfully.

The old doctor looked at him and nodded, then groaned slightly, stretched out his right hand, and then shook it slightly, and suddenly, a small cluster of flames appeared from his palm.

Lu Zhe looked at the flames in his palm in surprise, not because he could show fire in his palm, but because the flame was green.

"This, how can this fire be green?" Lu Zhe looked at the flame in the palm of the old doctor's hand with an unbelievable expression, and said in dismay.

The doctor smiled faintly and said, "Do you think that all fire is red?"

Lu Zhe nodded affirmatively.

The doctor smiled faintly and said: "No, no, no, on this vast continent, there are countless strange things of all kinds, including flames.

Then, the old doctor pointed his finger at the fire in his palm and said: "The reason why my fire is green is because I once ate a spiritual power herb, called "Sanmiao Green Flame Flower", this herb has a great amplifying effect on people with fire attributes, and he also has another effect, that is, it can make the flame of those who eat it turn green.

Then, with a shake of his palm, he withdrew the flame into his body, turned around and stood with his hands, Lu Zhe looked at him, only to see a trace of melancholy on his face, as if he was recalling something sad, just when Lu Zhe was surprised, he only listened to the old doctor continue to speak: Our alchemists are very eager for flames, one of which is that the flame must have a terrifying temperature, so that some high-grade pills can be refined, because the herbs required for high-grade pills are generally difficult to refine.

After speaking, the corner of his eye glanced at his right hand, and then sighed softly, and then said: One advantage must have one disadvantage, if you want to have a very high temperature flame, you must take more danger than usual, I once saw a friend of mine because he couldn't control the power of swallowing the herb and led the fate of zhì**. With that, he looked at his right arm again.

Lu Zhe nodded thoughtfully and said, "That means that if I want to become an excellent alchemist, I must find herbs that can increase the spiritual power of the fire attribute?"

The doctor nodded.

Lu Zhe was silent.

The old doctor stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes fixed on the setting sun, which always gave people a beautiful but a touch of desolation.

Suddenly, Lu Zhemeng raised his head and came to the front of the old doctor, and said in a tone that was shoulder to shoulder, and said in an unwavering tone: I have decided, I want to become an alchemist admired by thousands of people.

The doctor's tightly knit brows suddenly and slowly unscrewed, and then a smile appeared on his face, quietly watching the setting sun.