Early the next morning, before dawn, Luo Chen got up from the bed.

It was foggy outside, and even if you listened carefully, you could occasionally hear one or two beast roars inside the million mountains.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

He's going to be busy today, or the next.

The first is to classify and dispose of various medicinal herbs.

Most of the herbs bought from the loose practice stalls are relatively rough in treatment, and some of them have not even been dried.

He put them on the dustpan first, and when the sun came out, he took them out to dry.

And then there's the jasper lotus seed.

It must be peeled, as long as the kernel of the lotus seed, the skin is definitely not wanted.

Under the oil lamp, Luo Chen peeled them one by one, until his eyes were a little dry, and then he stopped.

"I don't know if this will be short-sighted?"

"But I'm a cultivator, so I can't still be short-sighted!"

After a large number of lotus seeds were processed, the sky was already bright.

Soak the lotus seeds into the diluted chicken blood of the Chiyang chicken, and Luo Chen took out a few dustpans to dry.

Living on the edge of the outer city, although not very safe, has the relative benefit of having a large usable area.

Usually, when refining Bigusan, there is a process that actually tastes very pungent, and if it is refined in a crowded area, it is likely to be complained.

Chen Laodao was complained about tanning talisman skins at home more than once, and later he stuffed a few good talismans into the manager before fooling him.

Luo Chen didn't have this worry.

The jade yam has to be diced, and a part of the slice has to be left, and this part is reserved for refining Bigu loose.

Luo Chen is not the kind of person who puts his eggs in one basket.

In the early stage of refining Zhongmiao Pill, it can be expected that there will be many failures.

Even if they all fail, it is entirely possible to lose all their money!

After all, it's just a beginner's proficiency.

In this case, his original financial path must not be broken.

The worst-case scenario is nothing more than losing all his money, so that he can at least rely on the income of Bigusan to make a living, and then make a comeback.

After processing the jade yam, the time had already reached noon.

At this point, it's time to eat!

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Luo Chen pursed his lips.

It is said that immortal cultivators do not eat the grains of the world, in fact, they should be hungry or hungry!

After washing his hands, Luo Chen entered the kitchen.

Scoop out a small bowl of crystal clear rice from the rice bowl and pour it into a small pot without washing.

This is spiritual rice, and only one spirit stone can buy ten catties!

He was reluctant to wash it, for fear of washing out some aura.

I came to a dark compartment next to the kitchen, and when I pressed it, a large hole appeared in the ground, and a small underground storage room three feet square came into view.

There's a small half fan of beef hanging inside!

First-order demon beast scalper!

This thing is also expensive, and it almost has to be ten catties of a low-grade spirit stone.

The reason why Luo Chen has these hundreds of catties of meat is not because he is greedy, but mainly because yellow beef is one of the main ingredients of Bigusan.

One pound of meat, plus an appropriate amount of ginseng and angelica various medicinal materials, you can make five bottles of Bigu San, and then sell a spirit stone!

He always buys as much as he can, and stores it in ice cubes.

Looking at this small half of the beef, Luo Chen swallowed a little.

Then use a kitchen knife to cut the small two taels of meat down, and then take out some ordinary vegetables from the ice cellar.

Wash the meat and vegetables thoroughly, cut the vegetables into cubes, cut the meat into very thin slices, and put them all in a small pot.

Tim Chai!

Fire!

With both hands pinching the trick and chanting words in his mouth, after about two breaths, a small fireball appeared in his hand.

Go!

Poof.

The firewood in the stove burned at once.

"This time it's going well, like the fireball explosion stove incident at the time when I just passed, it shouldn't happen again!"

Luo Chen smiled slightly, quite complacent.

Glancing at the panel, he was proficient in the fireball technique, and his proficiency jumped from 268/300 to 269/300!

He had now cultivated a total of three spells.

Cleansing for water, winding for wood, and fireball for fire.

And among the three spells, the fireball technique has the highest proficiency.

It's not for nothing.

At first, I just thought that cultivating immortals was mysterious and fun, so I played with fireballs when I had nothing to do.

He had experimented with the effects of this spell, it was slow and energy-intensive, but it was really powerful!

As long as the target is hit, it is to melt gold and sell iron, burn bones and ashes.

But only if you hit!

A normal monk unleashes the fireball technique, and takes at least three breaths from pinching the mantra.

Three breaths, the enemy is enough to kill him a hundred and eighty times.

Luo Chen was about the same at first, and every time he released it, he had to consume one-tenth of his total spiritual power.

It was then that he understood why low-level monks rarely used spells to fight.

Either it is a magic weapon or a talisman seal, both of which are fast, consume less energy, and are no less powerful than spells.

Knowing this, he lost interest in low-level spells like Fireball.

However, with every alchemy, using the fireball technique to ignite the fire, his proficiency increased, and he felt that the spell seemed to be not useless.

Like now, the energy consumption has not changed, one-tenth, but the speed has been reduced to less than two breaths.

And that's just the mastery level.

What if you reach perfect proficiency?

What if it's a Grandmaster-level proficiency?

So wherever he could use the fireball technique, he would come once or twice almost every time.

A little adds up!

In some thoughts, the rice in the pot is almost ready.

Smelling the aroma of rice, Luo Chen took out a whole piece of sour radish from the kimchi jar again.

A large bowl of claypot beef rice, full of aura, red, green, yellow and white is attractive, and a few pieces of sweet and sour pickled radish are topped.

Sit under the eaves and enjoy the cool breeze and sun by the stream.

This is the time when Luo Chen enjoys the most every day!

If there is no pressure to survive and no pursuit of immortality, such a meal every day can indeed be regarded as enjoyment.

It's a pity that Luo Chen has no choice, he is a systematic man, even in the dark night, he will eventually radiate light!

......

"Damn, why does this thing stink so much!"

The man who was destined to shine, clutching his chest, lay on the side of the stream and kept retching.

He didn't expect that the fire dog whip he bought from Baicaotang would stink so much when it was specially treated.

After putting on a mask, Luo Chen plucked up his courage and began to deal with the fire dog whip again.

Turning over the epidermis with your hands and applying a special juice while reciting silently.

"This thing doesn't stink, this thing doesn't stink."

"It's a spirit stone, it's all a spirit stone, it's a fragrant spirit stone!"

After disposing of a fire dog whip, he rushed to the creek.

"Gross!"

The processing of raw materials is very wasteful and time-consuming, but it cannot be discounted at all!

It is even said that he is more critical than the method of the refining process.

It's very simple, no matter how perfect your Dan recipe is, no matter how exquisite the technique is, and how top-notch the alchemy equipment is, if there is a problem with the material itself.

The final result is predestined.

Just like building a tall building, there are problems with the foundation, and there is nothing else.

It took seven days, and all kinds of raw materials were processed semi-processed and deep processed to the point where they were as perfect as possible.

Luo Chen also took the time to refine a few pots of Bigu San, kneaded them into pills and packed them.

But I didn't plan to sell it this time.

He planned to wait for the Zhongmiao Pill to be refined, and then sell it together.

In the next period of time, the iron cauldron containing some micro-spirit ore will be washed and used to refine the Zhongmiao Pill.

Standing in front of the stove, Luo Chen put on an apron for himself with a solemn expression.

Bowed to the blackened kitchen roof, "Second Master Guan from my hometown, Taishang Laojun, and the local Dansheng Master, bless me with a successful pot!" ”

Boil!

On fire!