Wei Qiqi and Yu Yao wandered in the Poisonous Spider Valley for a whole day, and it was not until the twilight Sihe that they turned back to the end, and the harvest of this day was only a few low-quality wood beard grasses, except for the "silver horn", the shadow of the six-winged water snake and the blood python was not seen.

Although there was nothing to gain, Yu Yao was still in a very good mood, and it was almost a luxury to be able to accompany him all day and be inseparable. She hoped that there would be more opportunities like this, and she slowly found that only when he was around, she could forget her hatred, think about nothing, and completely relax herself, as if the burden she had been carrying on her for a long time had been thrown to him to solve. It's a good feeling.

Stepping on the "crunch" plank road back to the quiet room, but saw a dilapidated storage bag in the corner of the wall, Wei Qiqi bent down to pick up the bag, poured out the things in it, and counted it, a total of twenty-nine demon pills of different sizes, seven spirits, sealed in the zài jade box.

Du Mo is worthy of being the first disciple of the Sect Master of the Poisonous Sword Sect, and he acts very aggressively, although the quality of the demon pill and spirit of these six-winged water snakes is not good, it is by no means a full of inferior products, if you collect it by yourself, I don't know how much energy it will take.

Poisonous Spider Valley and his party solved Wei Qiqi's big problem, he put away the demon pill and spirit, and went to the soup boiling room under the plank road to ask Lao Feng for advice.

Qingming once mentioned to him that Lao Feng practiced one of the four tricks of Kunlun, the Red Lotus Formula, studied the art of fire control, and had a lot of experience in making weapons, and the Five Elements Sect had come to beg people five times, but they were all blocked by the master, Wei Seventeen and Lao Feng talked very happily, and they had a lot of friendships.

The old rules, drinking tea, eating oil apricots, and saying a few words of gossip, Wei Qiqi humbly asked him to teach him the art of making weapons, how to melt the demon pill in the process of refining the weapon, and improve the quality of the magic weapon.

This question scratched Lao Feng's itch, his face was red, his ears were red, and he poured out his years of experience.

The study of making utensils is as vast as a sea of smoke, just on the Ding Huo, there are demon fire, Dan fire, real fire, earth fire, stone fire, meteor fire, yang fire, dark fire, thunder fire, poisonous fire, sky fire and so on, there are no less than 20 kinds, not to mention the search for materials, tire making, Ding furnace, fire control, smelting, fire, quenching and other kinds of exquisiteness, just listening to his rough list, it took a lot of speech.

The details of the side branches are put aside for the time being, and the most critical point of the maker is the fire control.

Wei Qiqi listened to it for a long time, but he didn't understand. He realized that he had once again overestimated himself, thinking that he would be able to refine an iron rod into a Horcrux in just one month. There is nothing that can be done overnight in this world, and even geniuses need to be practiced repeatedly for many years.

He was confused, Lao Feng said dryly, lifted the teapot, poured a few mouthfuls from mouth to mouth, and was about to continue, Wei Qiqi hurriedly interrupted him, "I saw in a jade slip that different demon pills are mutually exclusive, and it is difficult to coexist in one vessel, and the refiner needs to manipulate the Ding Huo, supplemented by various techniques, calcining the demon pill to 'existentiality', waiting for the opportunity to melt into the tire, what is 'existence'?"

Lao Feng slapped his thigh, and his saliva flew wildly, "Everything has a physical nature and origin, if you take a human analogy, the physical nature is equivalent to the body, and the origin is equivalent to the soul, and the reason why it is difficult to coexist is because the origin is different and mutually exclusive." The so-called 'survival' refers to the need to control the heat when refining the tool, remove the origin of the material, and retain the physical properties, so that different materials can be melted together and become one. After passing the 'existential' level, the Great Refiner will be able to refine a high-grade magic weapon. ”

He didn't make a fuss, every sentence was very real, unlike the "Miscellaneous Sayings on Making Instruments" in the Jade Sea, the text was quaint, and the language was unknown, although Wei Qiqi was still a little confused, he finally understood a little, he was afraid that Lao Feng would continue to talk about irrelevant details, and rushed to ask him for advice on the art of fire control, how to control the fire, calcined the material to "existentiality", and integrated it. Lao Feng started with the most basic fire gathering and taught him all kinds of fire control techniques, step by step, teaching each other without hiding any selfishness.

The ignorant are fearless, this sentence is really good, the more you know, the more you feel that you don't understand anything, Wei Qiqi listened to Lao Feng's words, and privately thought that it was impossible for him to become a refiner in his life.

"Try fire control and see if you have a talent for making weapons. Lao Feng also said that he was tired, and motioned him to start with the simplest cooking tea and try the art of fire control.

Above the soup boiling room is the plank road, and above the plank road are two quiet rooms, one is empty and the other is occupied.

Yu Yao took a nap for a while, and suddenly woke up with her eyes, the wind outside the window was fierce, the ghost was crying wolf, she was lying quietly in the dark, and countless fragments of memory were undulating in her mind. His expression was a little dazed, as if his strength had been completely drained, leaving only an empty body. Before closing her eyes, she had hoped that when she woke up, Wei Qiqi would be by her side, however, there was nothing at the moment, he was not here, he always had a lot of things to do, and he couldn't take care of her.

At this moment, she felt a little self-pity and felt that she had become very weak.

Yu Yao packed up her feelings, got up and tidied up her dress, and walked out of the quiet room slowly. The cold wind was blowing, the biting cold, she wrapped her clothes tightly, held on to the railing and looked at it, the flowstone peak was shrouded in thick darkness, the mountain and the sky were integrated, the vastness in front of her made her have the urge to jump off the cliff, once this thought arose, there was no way to get rid of it, she leaned half of her body out of the fence, the wind stirred her messy hair, the sleeves of the hunt, the whole person seemed to lose weight, floating between heaven and earth.

In the darkness, she suddenly saw a bright light, warm and bright, heard the crackling of wood chips, and smelled the ethereal aroma of tea.

Yu Yao leaned against the wall and walked down the plank road, pushed the door and stepped into the soup boiling room, she saw Wei Qiqi squatting by the iron stove, concentrating on cooking tea, the red flame swayed in his palm, stretched for a moment, rubbed round for a while, and kept changing into shapes, and the wind poured straight into it from outside the door, as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, and it could not affect the flame at all.

She nodded to Lao Feng, walked to Wei Qiqi's side with light steps, leaned against the pillar, and watched his every move intently.

The flame stabilized down, surrounding the teapot, the true yuan flowed back and forth between his ten fingers, the flame color gradually faded, from red to pale, and in an instant, the white gas suddenly appeared, the water in the teapot boiled, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Wei Qiqi removed the fire, lifted the hot teapot, and carefully poured two bowls of hot tea, one for Lao Feng and the other for Yu Yao.

Lao Feng first looked at the tea, then smelled the fragrance of tea, and at the end he took a shallow sip, nodded and said: "This time it's okay, the heat is unsatisfactory, much better than the previous times." ”

"I wasted a lot of water and tea, but I finally made some progress. With that, Wei Qiqi stood up, looked at Yu Yao, and saw that she had no energy, and frowned: "You're awake!"

"Well, I slept for a while, and I couldn't sleep. Yu Yao held the tea bowl in both hands and brought it to her mouth, but she was not busy drinking, letting the heat rise on her face, took a deep breath, and let out a slight sigh.

The two of them fell silent together, Lao Feng beat his waist with interest, and muttered: "I am not forgiving in my years, I am old, I don't have much energy, I went to rest early...... " He leaned his body, walked out of the soup boiling room without looking back, and closed the door with his hand.

Wei Qiqi poured out the residual tea in the pot, changed the water and tea leaves, and sat the teapot on the iron stove to boil slowly, this time, he did not deliberately control the fire, and let the tongue of fire pluck the teapot, like a disordered heart. He walked up to Yu Yao's side, reached out and touched her hair, "What's wrong?

Yu Yao leaned into his arms and whispered, "No, I just miss you...... What to do, I found myself ...... I can't live without you......"