A month later, the exile sect was in the courtyard where Meng Xie lived.

Half leaning back in his chair, Meng Xie looked up at the cloudless sky, his mind blank.

It has been more than a month since the affairs of the Luochen family, and his heart is still a little uneasy, and mysteries are haunting in his heart.

Xiang Ning and Gagong did not leave the Qingfeng Mountain Range, and the people continued to live there, without the existence of the Luochen family, Meng Xie believed that they could live a better life.

Pei Xian and Wu Wenkang were also rescued, and they were seriously injured, but they were rewarded by the sect, and they were also worth their injuries.

Yu Huai was punished by the sect, and thought about it in the back mountain, and heard that the life was very hard, and I am afraid that it has a lot to do with not having meat to eat.

As for Meng Xie, after he came back, he ignored him and kept living in his small courtyard at the inner gate, concentrating on cultivation.

"The Basang sacrifice died, the dust Pengtian disappeared, and the man who appeared later called himself the Refining Sect. ”

Meng Xie connected these people together, no matter how he thought about it, there was something wrong, and things were confusing, making him confused at all.

For the things he couldn't understand, Meng Xie simply left it behind, didn't think about it, and ended up at ease.

Now, he's concerned about strength.

Seeing the white-shirted man who claimed to be the Refining Sect make a move, that kind of powerful strength gave Meng Xie a new understanding of himself and the world.

Moreover, he has a dragon soul, and the Feiyun Palace is trying to get it, and I don't know how many people are secretly coveting it.

Thinking about it, Meng Xie felt that his head was big.

The top priority at the moment is to improve one's cultivation.

Thinking about it, the fastest way to improve one's cultivation is, of course, to take pills.

Suddenly, Meng Xie remembered the last time the mobile phone app was integrated, and it seemed that an app called Huluxia had been replaced, which seemed to be alchemy, which was used for refining.

As soon as his mind moved, the virtual mobile phone screen appeared in front of him, and the familiar figure of Quan Lao did not appear, which made Meng Xie feel a little empty.

Opening the icon with the small gourd drawn, Meng Xie looked at the application interface, the gourd man is really alchemy, or for refining.

It is better to rely on others than on yourself.

If you want to use the elixir to improve your cultivation, then refine it yourself.

Just do it!

Meng Xie stood up, got dressed, left the courtyard, and went straight to the medicine hall at the outer gate.

If you want to make alchemy, you naturally have to find someone who is familiar with the way to inquire, and the best candidate is the Dirt Senior Brother of the Medicine Hall.

After chatting with Senior Brother Dirt, Meng Xie inquired clearly, it turned out that becoming an alchemist required a lot of cumbersome conditions.

At the beginning, if a disciple wants to make alchemy, he must be familiar with all the herbs, at least in the pharmacopoeia of the medicine hall, there are about 1.3 million kinds of medicinal materials in it, and after the assessment, he can obtain the title of medicine apprentice.

It's not enough to be familiar with herbal medicine, you have to go through the assessment of spiritual power, which is actually alchemy, and you can only become an alchemist if you meet the requirements of the sect.

And at this time, only the lowest level of the Exile Sect Alchemist, the pills that can be received are also extremely limited, and they have to accumulate little by little, as the level of the pills that can be refined is getting higher and higher, they can raise their voices step by step, and finally become the royal alchemist of the Exile Sect.

The royal alchemist has a high reputation in the Exile Sect, enjoys the treatment of an honorary elder, and does not need to look at people's faces, as long as you hand in the pills on time every month, no one will care about you, and even try to meet the requirements of the imperial alchemist.

Therefore, every disciple of the Exile Sect who wants to become an alchemist is not going to get it for the royal alchemist.

However, how difficult it is to become a royal alchemist, so far, there are only a dozen royal alchemists in the entire Exile Sect.

Among them, the most famous is the alchemy master - Ji Yuanzheng.

Bidding farewell to Senior Brother Dirt, Meng Xie returned to his small courtyard and thought about it all night.

Lazy by nature, he was still full of interest at first, but when he heard that becoming an alchemist required such a complicated process, he couldn't help but retreat.

After staying up all night, Meng Xie's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was greedy for money, knowing that alchemy was a big way to make money, but he was unwilling to do it because of laziness.

For him, it was definitely an ordeal!

Rubbing his somewhat swollen eyes, Meng Xie gritted his teeth, and if he didn't make money, he was a bastard, not to mention, the recent series of stimuli had made him obviously feel that his strength was insufficient, and he urgently needed to improve his cultivation.

Washing his face and making himself more refreshed, Meng Xie came to the medicine hall at the outer gate without even eating.

For Meng Xie, many people in the medicine hall are familiar with him, after all, he used to be a big seller of herbs, although he is no longer doing it, but some deeds are still passed down to this day.

"Senior Brother Meng, you're here. When Senior Brother Yan saw Meng Xie, he smiled and said hello.

Meng Xie nodded, stepped forward, looked at the surroundings, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Yan, I want to sign up to become a medicine apprentice." ”

Senior Brother Yan was stunned, and thought that Meng Xie was joking, "Pull it down, you herbalist family changed careers to become an alchemist, won't we have nothing to eat." ”

"Really, I signed up to be a pharmacist. Meng Xie repeated with a serious face.

Realizing that Meng Xie wasn't joking, Senior Brother Yan kindly mentioned: "To sign up for a pharmacist, you have to go to Uncle Ji Yun in the backyard to sign up, and you can get the pharmacopoeia." ”

After thanking Senior Brother Yan, Meng Xie came to a small single room behind the medicine hall.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and a gentle voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

Meng Xie pushed the door in, and saw Ji Yun lazily half-leaning on the chair, his temples sweating slightly, and a white flame in his hand.

Above the flames, an irregularly shaped piece of liquid was wriggling.

"Bang!"

The liquid explodes, disappearing into invisibility in an instant.

"Failed again!"

Ji Yun sighed, sat up straight, stroked her eyelids, and glanced at Meng Xie.

"What are you doing? Hey, why are you?"

She didn't look closely at first, but after a while, she recognized Meng Xie.

"What are you doing here?"

Ji Yun didn't have any good feelings about Meng Xie, two disciples, one died because of Meng Xie, and the other rebelled and left the sect, both of which had something to do with Meng Xie, which made her angry when she saw Meng Xie.

"I want to be a medicine man. Meng Xie didn't know how he offended this Uncle Ji Yun, so he answered honestly.

"With you?" Ji Yun just wanted to hit Meng Xie for a few words, and then thought about it, this kid is too cheap, not enough to be angry, it is better to train him as an alchemist, put him here, and torture him as much as he wants.

Having made up her mind, Ji Yun instantly smiled, "Medicine apprentice, yes, but the pharmacopoeia outside is not suitable for you at all, it's okay to fool those ordinary disciples, and you must be special when you break through the Tianjiao of the inner and outer three mountains." ”

As she spoke, she struggled to remove a three-foot-thick book from the top of the bookshelf behind her and tossed it aside.

"This is the secret collection of the sect's pharmacopoeia, which records more than seven million kinds of herbs, generally only after becoming an alchemist, can you apply to look through the contribution points, and you can't take it out of this room, now I am in charge, you can take it away." ”

Staring at the almost waist-high Secret Treasure Pharmacopoeia, Meng Xie was speechless for a while.

What kind of years do you want to see this, this Uncle Ji will not take the opportunity to declare his personal vendetta, he remembers that the other party seems to be Zhao Qing and Zhang Ying's master.

"Ahem, thank you Uncle for taking care of me, then I'll go first. ”

Meng Xie put away the Secret Pharmacopoeia and politely said goodbye and left.

Seeing Meng Xie leave, Ji Yun sneered.

You must know that if ordinary people want to become medicine disciples, it takes two or three years just to become familiar with the medicinal properties, and in this book, the records of each medicinal material are very detailed, medicinal properties, precautions, and what pills are suitable for refining.

Because the records are so detailed, it will take ten or eight years to fully understand this secret pharmacopoeia.

However, she estimated that with the help of this book, Meng Xie would need about half a year to become a medicine apprentice, and then she would be under her control and let her be rounded and flattened.

Returning to the small courtyard where he lived, Meng Xie closed the door and took out the extremely thick secret pharmacopoeia from the storage ring.

I couldn't wait to turn the page, and a golden light jumped out of the paper.

A phantom of a herb that emitted golden light floated in front of Meng Xie out of thin air.

Then, lines of small print gradually appeared next to the herbs.

"Herbaceous herbs, first-order herbs, cold ......"

This is an introduction to herbal medicine, from shape, medicinal properties, details, suitable pills for refining, precautions and so on.

Let Meng Bei couldn't help but see the joy of hunting, and thanked Ji Yun a lot.

"Good things, good things, with this, the road to alchemy, which makes money, is much smoother!"

Muttering to himself, Meng Xie's eyes were fixed on the phantom of the herb, and he began to study according to the introduction next to him.

Day after day, the sun and the moon alternate into one day, and after each other.

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

During these days, in addition to the necessary daily cultivation, Meng Xie devoted himself to this secret pharmacopoeia.

With his extraordinary memory, he has memorized this treasure book backwards, even to the point of drawing inferences.

However, these did not satisfy Meng Xie.

It's not enough to just read books, you have to really see the real thing, and you can be regarded as fully understanding the knowledge in the books.

After he mastered the secret treasure book, he began to run to the medicine hall and medicine space every day.

Each herb will be carefully identified, and even the lines will be memorized by heart, and they will never be forgotten and deeply imprinted in the mind.

Since Meng Xie was a Tianjiao who had broken through the inner and outer mountains, no one dared to say anything about him, and let him sit in the medicine hall every day to identify and familiarize himself with herbs.

Another two months were fleeting, winter was over, and spring was coming.

After four months of studying, Meng Xie's mastery of herbs reached a very terrifying level, and even when he closed his eyes, he could tell which herb it was just by his touch.

Feeling that it was a little close, Meng Xie only rested for two days.

On the third day, Meng Xie got up early and went straight to the Dan Pavilion.

Located at the top of another mountain peak of the Exile Sect, the Dan Pavilion is a four-story attic that is convenient for the alchemists of the Exile Sect to enter and exit on weekdays.

There is a cave not far from the Dan Pavilion, where is the assessment place for becoming a medicine apprentice, Baicaotang.

From the first day of the first month to the third day of the new year, the entrance of the Baicao Hall was overcrowded, and countless disciples who wanted to become medicine disciples flocked to wait for the promotion exam once a month. (To be continued.) )