Ten minutes on stage, ten years off the stage.

This is a saying on the folk stage that makes people feel sad and empathetic after careful consideration.

Although Chu Ming is talented, he still can't break this law and saying, after all, in the field of alchemy, he actually has average understanding, but there are always some people who don't admit defeat, and he is the best among them.

In the midst of discouraging failures again and again, Chu Ming was able to abandon bad emotions and distinguish between useful thoughts that came from him.

When he saw that the alchemy furnace was full of waste pills that were not even a product, what he heard was the questions and thoughts that flashed quickly in his heart, rather than the sighs and depression after failure, so as to constantly inspire new inspiration.

The transformation of a loser into a winner requires one or more failures.

Genius is actually divided into two categories, one is the natural genius given by God, and the other is the post-born genius given by oneself, and the acquired talent can also have comparable abilities.

In other words, Chu Ming is in alchemy, that is, God did not put the finishing touch on the dragon, and he used his sweat and failure again and again to draw these eyes little by little.

Qianyuan Zhending gradually became calmer, Chu Ming's face was calm, and the last medicine neatly arranged on the sandalwood table, the three-flavor newt, which had been cut into nine round spheres, did not move with his right hand, continued to heat the dingzhong, and raised his left hand lightly, and they were held up.

Chu Ming's left hand rotated half an arc counterclockwise, and the nine parts of the sambin newt followed the counterclockwise direction of his hand, one after another, above the palm of Chu Ming's hand, and turned in a circle with head to tail joint.

The palm of the left hand is facing upwards, and slowly, a ball of platinum and red mixed fire is emitted, enveloping the nine parts of the three-flavored newt, and the nine-part three-flavored newt turns counterclockwise, taking turns to accept the scorching of this fire.

Chu Ming watched very patiently as they gradually turned from blue-purple to red-white.

Chu Ming looked at the spread out codex, knowing that it was close to the best medicine, he silently counted a few counts, and at the moment of ten, the nine three-flavored newts were like under the leadership of the old female duck, one after another, and jumped into the oil pot happily, still without struggling.

The 'little ducks' entered the 'oil pot', and they did not relax at all, the next step is the moment when the alchemist's skills are most tested, one wrong step, and all the plates will be lost.

Chu Ming held his breath, frowned, his left hand and right hand worked together, and the tripod was 'supported' high, above the ears on both sides of the tripod, and in less than a moment, the firepower suddenly increased to the fullest, and the golden red was covered by the white fire.

The crazy output of spiritual power made Chu Ming gasp slightly, his face turned white in an instant, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the heat brought by the excessive fire unceremoniously hit Chu Ming's face and body.

"Master (Master Chu Ming) hold on, you are the fattest (great)!" Xiao Gezi glanced at Xiao Bao faintly, and Xiao Bao glared back fiercely.

Chu Ming was accustomed to the two little artifacts that were so noisy from time to time that he didn't respond at all.

Xiaobao spared no effort to take the initiative to convey spiritual power, it is already a mature artifact, after decades of self-cultivation, the spiritual power storage capacity of the artifact has been doubled by it, this degree is no longer a problem, that is......

This is alchemy, not fighting monsters, Xiaobao weakly reduced the output, for fear that if one is not careful, the alchemy furnace will be blown up by it again.

Last time... No, last time, it had just advanced to a dizzy and hot excitement, and a fierce full output, a steady stream of spiritual power followed the contract between him and the master, and it went directly to the master's eight veins, and the result was ......

It was too turbulent and rushing, just like a large tsunami that he had seen with his previous master who had been ordered to go to the world to secretly save the people.

The master's cultivation is so high, he is sweat-stained, and he was almost swept up to the sky by this tsunami!

When they stopped under the tsunami that swept most of the sky, the water under their feet was violently turbulent, as if the earth was moving, and that was the first time, and he felt that they were a small drop in the bucket compared to heaven and earth.

Then, he suddenly had a bad premonition and hurriedly wanted to retract the output.

But...... It's like the water that has been spilled out of the mouth, and it can't be recovered!

Sure enough, in less than half a while, the master's eight veins of the strange meridian were widened by a few inches, and he couldn't accept it, so he went directly to the master's hands, just... destroyed the master's furnace of pills, and he was about to collect the pills!

What's even more terrifying is not this, but that he is not, it is the stove that actually blew up the owner to ashes!!

What's even more terrifying is ...... The stove also harmed the innocent pond fish, or the owner's reverse scales - small pincers!!

At that time, the moment the little tongs were full of hot ashes, the owner almost pounced on them in the next moment, blocking all the hot ashes with a wide and secure back.

What a touching scene, I only wish that Lang You's concubine has the intention to live a happy life with Hemeimei, and that a lover can eventually become a family.

If he hadn't seen the owner hugging the little pliers and taking the opportunity to be shameless and not forgetting to kiss the neck of the little pliers at the moment of crisis, he must have thought so.

Then, after comforting the frightened little pincers, the master cleaned up the mess with a blank face, no, it should be said that he cleaned himself up.

Actually, lock him in the artifact, and then fix him on the treetop of a tree in the mustard seed space, or hang upside down!

For ten days, he also drew a bird talisman, added the owner's breath, and pecked his 'butt' every day, and now the slightly bald place has not grown well!

Thinking of this, Xiaobao took a step back with his 'butt' in his hands, if it weren't for the little pliers who remembered him later, he would probably have to 'torture' every day.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, seeing that it was about to be the key to receiving Dan, Xiao Bao didn't dare to move anymore with a small face, and when he saw that the master's face was better, he strictly maintained this output intensity.

Next to the wooden table, the tall and long figure was slightly sweaty, and between the empty hands raised, the faintly beautiful and healthy stone pages, the transparent beads of sweat on the forehead and the tip of the nose, along the white and immaculate skin that made people jealous, crossed the cheeks, passed the red sexy lips, because the owner's head was tilted, stayed for a while, and fell to the smooth jaw.

Finally, under the effect of gravity, the squeak sped up, slicing down the sexy Adam's apple that was enough to make countless women scream in fascination at close view, and submerged into the lightweight gauze silver-trimmed collar.

The fluttering cloud dragon on his shoulder seemed to be alive, and the muscles under his clothes were slightly agitated, and three hours had passed since Lin Qianqian returned to the room.

And Chu Ming has been standing in danger for six hours, and the condensation of the pill is destined to be a long process.

made his face pale for a while and red for a while, during this time, the excessive overdraft of the two heavens of ice and fire made Chu Ming a little unbearable.

But...... They don't have much time, and for Lin Qianqian's safety, they must be as soon as possible.

The childish and funny room in powder blue tones slowly wafted out a special fragrance of a perfect blend of medicinal herbs, lingering around the bridge of the handsome young man's nose in the center of the room.

Chu Ming slowly pursed his lips and smiled, the pear vortex at the corner of his mouth was short-lived, but his subordinates were more rigorous, and the spirit wave turned into an embarrassing shape-

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