The morning air is a little humid, with the sweetness of plants, and last night's rain is a little abundant, washing the city in a new and refreshing way.

At this time, the sky was not yet fully bright, and with some night haze, people got up early one after another and started to run.

Aunt Li from Qingshui Lane yawned and walked out of the gate with a chicken coop on her head, wearing a thin coat.

Dance the fitness method that has been very popular recently, and activate the body.

I looked at a young man at the entrance of the alley with a bag on his back, shoveling something on the ground.

Curious to take a closer look.

Aunt Li immediately showed a sympathetic look in her eyes.

Fire Tumor Fruit.

The exterior is fiery red, and there are many small bumps growing on the fruit, like tumors.

Many years ago, I don't know where the merchant brought the seeds that were sown.

As soon as the fire tumor fruit takes root, it is like an infection, and it spreads everywhere.

Every year, Dongyang City has to organize monks to eradicate it, so as not to affect the beauty of the city.

But in the second year, I often don't know where it will emerge from and grow a large area.

So early, and alone, he was certainly not a monk who organized the eradication.

This reminded Aunt Li of another function of the fire tumor fruit.

Edible.

Many years ago, when there was no food to eat, some people tried to eat this fruit.

It's edible, but it's hard to eat, and it's on par with.

Such a blockbuster evaluation was immediately widely circulated.

Lifted the fire tumor to a height that did not belong to it.

Therefore, only those whose lives are in extreme distress will not care about other people's opinions.

Secretly pick this cheap growth is full of fire tumors to survive.

Life is not easy!

Aunt Li sighed and turned her head to the side.

Pretended not to see this handsome guy's-eating behavior.

After all, young people still want to save face, right?

……

Jiaowei Lane, where Zhou Yizhi lives, is more than half an urban area away from Qingshui Lane, one in the east and one in the west, which takes most of the day.

He walked up to the public dirt cart and prepared to catch a ride.

The public earth cart is a new type of transportation that appeared seventy years ago, invented by the cultivator of Nie Zong, and immediately swept all over the country as soon as it appeared, replacing the position of the original traffic overlord rattan cart.

The stability of the earthen car is far better than that of the rattan car, and it is not easy to be touched.

Some people who don't know why used to get motion sickness in the rattan car, and they scolded that it was the rattan car that deliberately shook it to deceive the vomit to get nutrients.

God see mercy, if the rattan car is conscious, he must be very wronged, who wants your vomit.

If you change to a dirt car, you will lose the excuse.

In any case, the rattan cart has entered the dustbin of history.

Zhou Yizhi thought for a while, and looked up at the sky that had not yet completely cleared.

Some things are so common that it's hard to find them all at once.

For example, the fire tumor fruit on his side was only cleared some time ago, and it was really not easy to find the area for a while.

The cold wind blew twice, and Zhou Yizhi's eyes gradually recovered, and he rubbed his hands together on his face twice, and then stretched out in satisfaction.

Pull out a dozen crystal-clear discs from the lined compartment pocket.

The color is green, not so pure, and there are some impurities in the yellow.

The disc is called the Spirit Piece, although it is fundamentally different from its superior currency, the Lower Grade Spirit Stone.

But people habitually call it a spirit stone fragment, referred to as a spirit shatter.

This thing has been integrated into the monetary system for thousands of years, which shows how strong it is, and it is used for basic daily life and small expenses.

This extremely indestructible substance was officially declared to be unshakable after it was based on spirit stones thousands of years ago.

It is different from the exchange rate of medium-grade spirit stones to lower grade spirit stones, which often fluctuates up and down at 1:100.

A lower-grade spirit stone is fixed for one hundred spirit pieces.

I don't know if it's because it's what it is, or if it's the special meaning that makes him feel that this little round piece has a touching and shocking beauty.

He picked up a spirit fragment, blew it in front of his mouth, and then placed it next to his ear, and the sound of the waves echoed, which was a way to distinguish the authenticity.

Listening to the most beautiful voice in the world, he squinted comfortably, indescribably comfortable.

Zhou Yizhi played with the turquoise gadget for a while and threw it into the earthen cart.

……

Failed again.

Looking at the pitch black in front of him, it was like a runic liquid with a foul smell at the bottom of the pot.

Zhou Yizhi didn't have too much frustration in his heart.

Compared with the high price of the original runic liquid of the Flame Explosion Talisman, it is different from having to feel distressed for a long time if you fail once.

Zhou Yizhi turned his head.

Looking at the three materials piled up in the house.

I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

Although he has been failing, from the fluctuation of spiritual power, he can already know that this recipe is actually true!

Definitely works.

This made him excited and a little incredulous.

Three materials that are not related to the fire attribute wind horse cow can actually be used to create a flame burst talisman liquid.

How was this discovered?

What is the identity of the person on the other side of the Broken Fate Realm?

actually told himself about this recipe of ten thousand profits.

It can be said that there is this recipe.

It is equivalent to having a spirit ore that constantly produces spirit stones.

It is not an exaggeration for Zhou Yizhi to turn over as a serf and sing.

After that day, Zhou Yizhi contacted Zhou Xuan on the other side of the folding mirror every day to express his gratitude.

It's a pity that there was no response.

Zhou Yizhi trimmed for a moment and quickly adjusted his state.

"Wanmengguo juice is squeezed and mixed into Sancheng Bodhi flower liquid to boil."

Zhou Yizhi muttered in his mouth.

Scoop the juice out of two buckets.

In order to facilitate the operation, he has already juiced both ingredients in advance.

Take out your purpose-made measuring cup.

Confirm the optimal dosage that has been tried out after countless previous failures.

The two juices were mixed together in a ratio of seven to three.

It was carefully boiled on the stove, and as the juice boiled thoroughly, Zhou Yizhi added the unique mixture in the talisman.

In his opinion, the mixture should be similar to the effect of a catalyst.

The juices of the two different colors began to fuse, slowly turning into a vermilion, viscous liquid.

Slowly a smell comes out.

Just as he was about to add the skin of the fire carato.

The viscous liquid darkens at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A wisp of black smoke rises.

Failed again.

It shouldn't be!

Zhou Yizhi looked at the unidentified substance in front of him.

He couldn't understand it.

Judging from this fluctuation, it should be almost successful.

How did it fail in the end?

Zhou Yizhi leaned back in the chair, did a set of eye exercises, and then fell silently in a daze.

For him now, this recipe is not only the meaning of an ordinary recipe, but also the expectation of a better life in the future.

Only when he can take a breath from endless simple labor can he have the opportunity to strengthen himself and see this wonderful world of cultivation.

Time?

This should be fine.

Heft?

This has been compared hundreds of times, and this is the right weight.

Streak?

If this is wrong, then I can't help it.

Zhou Yizhi investigated the problems one by one.

Wait a minute.

The prescription given by Zhou Xuan is thirty percent of what it says.

Is it said that the ratio is 7:3, or is it 30% of the liquid of Wanmeng?

With this in mind.

Zhou Yizhi felt that he had found the problem and was full of enthusiasm again.

Sit upright, repeating the action hundreds of times again.

And this time.

It went pretty smoothly and there were no surprises.

Looking at the faint red light inside, it was no different from the runic liquid he had prepared before.

Zhou Yizhi sat paralyzed in the chair, he only felt weak all over, he didn't even want to move a finger, and his face was irrepressibly excited.

It's done!

……

Odd.

How is it not a few of them?

After Zhou Xuan ended the communication, the communication software angrily asked those friends to settle accounts.

As a result, they all swore by and sent out their own location and photos to prove that they were not themselves.

And who is it instead of them?

Zhou Xuan thought in his mind and walked out.

At this time, Lao Zhou was leading the construction team to guide the country.

Hey.

I don't know if it's Zhou Xuan's illusion, he feels that Old Zhou is a little younger than what he saw before.

When Lao Zhou saw Zhou Xuan coming, he immediately changed his expression, and spat wildly at him.

"What's the matter with you kid? The teacher called me, and my qi and blood are not up to standard, what should you do in the college entrance examination?

By the way, forget about the previous one, I listened to the teacher, why can't you even draw spell cards? ”

Zhou Xuan scratched his head, he couldn't say that he was ready to be a charter officer.

But Lao Zhou is a little strange, why does it sound more angry that I can't draw the spell card well.

"Old Zhou, why are you angry? Isn't the college entrance examination so long?

I can at least improve a little more, don't worry.

Aren't spell cards just electives?

It's normal if you don't practice well, how many people in the class do you think practice well? Not a big problem. ”

Old Monday was anxious when he heard this.

"If others can't practice well, you can't practice well, right? Tell you to work harder.

Okay, you Zhou Xuan, my Zhou family's thousand-year-old Fu Gong family, is this name going to be ruined for you? ”

Zhou Xuan was dumbfounded, plucked out his ears, and wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Well...... What the hell?

A thousand-year-old talisman family?

Father?

Aren't you a contractor?