Qingyun Hou Mountain, Wang Mu released the immortal pot on his waist in the cave in the mountain, then sat quietly opposite, and asked lightly:

"Old pot, what you said last time still counts?"

Ever since Wang Mu discovered that the gray cloth bag could seal this strange immortal cauldron, and then he would seal the mouth of the bag whenever he had the chance, so this mysterious pot old man could no longer find out what happened to Wang Mu. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ah...... Phew, suffocate me, uncle, boy, do you still have the face to ask me for benefits?" The faint white phantom emerged from the immortal cauldron again, faintly confronting Wang Mucheng.

"Oh?" Wang Mu grimaced, grabbed the gray cloth bag, and was about to put away the immortal pot again.

"Whoa...... Don't, brother, listen to me!" The old man of the pot curled his beard and immediately greeted him with a smile.

Wang Mu's hand movement stopped, but he looked at the other party coldly, as long as this old man didn't open his mind and wanted to bargain, he immediately accepted it!

"Stinky boy, if you didn't happen to catch your pot immortal uncle's death hole, I would make you look good!" The old man scolded secretly in his heart, but he said with a smile on his mouth: "Brother Mu, you are also a cultivator, let me ask you...... Do you want to be an alchemist?"

"Alchemist?"

Wang Mu was stunned when he heard this, although he had only been taught by the old man who had pulled him up since he was a child, he had heard of this alchemist over the years.

"In the Xianyuan Continent, even a mortal wants to become an alchemist, but this alchemy is more difficult than going to the blue sky, not counting all kinds of harsh conditions, just take my qualifications...... Do I have any hope of becoming an alchemist?" Wang Mu frowned, raised his head sharply, and asked.

The old man stroked the non-existent beard, thought for a moment, looked at Wang Mu deeply for a while, and then sighed lightly: "Your qualifications can only be said to be acceptable, if you want to become an alchemist, you also need resources, family background, and luck...... Let's just take it as an equivalent exchange!"

"As long as I am here, it will be a trivial matter for you to become an alchemist!" said the old pot with a beard and glaring.

Wang Mu's face was full of disdain, and he looked at the old man with interest, and he didn't know what he suddenly thought, his eyes lit up and said, "Could it be that you used to be an alchemist, old man?"

But the old man of the pot directly blushed and snorted: "Although I am not an alchemist, the alchemists I have seen are not one thousand but eight hundred, with me personally guiding you, you can become an alchemist within a few years!"

As soon as the old pot's voice fell, his eyes rolled and he hurriedly added: "Of course, you kid can't be too stupid, otherwise even if I am too high-ranking old gentleman, I won't be able to teach you a naughty boy!"

"Taishang Laojun?" Wang Mu's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Who is this Taishang Laojun, could it be that he is the Immortal Monarch of the Feather Dengxian Immortal?"

The old man shook his head violently, looked up to the sky and bowed to the distance, and shouted in his heart: "Lao Jun is not strange, I just made an unintentional mistake, and I can't be regarded as a leak!"

"You don't care so much, I'll ask you...... This alchemist, do you want to learn or not?" The last voice of the old man shouted out, and the momentum shocked Wang Mu a little.

"Learn! Of course learn, teach me quickly!" Wang Mu rolled up his sleeves in the air, looking like he was about to do a big job.

"Don't worry, of course I can teach you, as long as you ...... those three purple star vines" The old man was stunned, but he stretched out his right hand and pointed to a place behind Wang Mu and screamed: "Brother, what about the three purple star vines here? Why is one missing? My good man, or the hundred-year-old vine is gone!"

The old man's tone was sad, but he pointed at Wang Mu and scolded with sadness: "Without this hundred-year-old purple star vine, I ...... I can't teach the pot anymore!"

Wang Mu's old face darkened, he couldn't see that this old man was itching, he walked casually to the remaining two purple star vines directly below the line of sky, and sighed: "Since this alchemist can't learn, then I'll also sell these two plants!"

Originally, there were just three purple star vines growing under this line of the sky, one of which was just ripe for a hundred years, Wang Mu took it and gave it to Tang Lei, and the remaining two were not enough for the time being, they were forty years and seventy years old, and they were left.

In fact, Wang Mu also had selfish intentions, he swore in front of Tang Lei that he only had one purple star vine here, but as soon as the words were spoken, Wang Mu said that the three plants were one.

Once upon a time, Wang Mu had such an idea in his heart, he also wanted to cultivate to the ninth layer of the Great Perfection of the Quenching Body Realm, and finally hit the bottleneck to become a Foundation Building Realm cultivator!

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"Old Pot, are you saying that this immortal cauldron is the key to me becoming an alchemist?" Wang Mu said in surprise as he watched the phantom of the old man floating in the air circling around the forty-year-old purple star vine.

The hundred-year-old purple star vine has been exchanged with Tang Lei, so naturally it can't be taken back, and in the end, Wang Mu discussed with the old man of the pot, and the remaining two purple star vines were added to the two-one to make five, and one person got one!

"Will I lie to you?" The pot elder pointed to the forty-year-old purple star vine that belonged to him, flew to the immortal cauldron again, and shouted anxiously: "Brother, ...... I'll teach you a trick, and you'll find out if you try it!"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Wang Mu's mind, but it was a recipe of less than a thousand words that came over, and Wang Mu had learned this mysterious pot elder's ability to transmit sounds earlier, so he was not surprised at this time.

After a few breaths, Wang Mu closed his eyes and woke up, he had fully comprehended the method, but Wang Mu still looked at the old man's phantom with doubts, and said, "You stand farther away first, you are not allowed to get close half a step without my permission!"

For the sake of prudence, Wang Mu took the pocket that sealed the immortal cauldron in his hand, and as long as there was a problem when he was refining medicine according to that method, he would immediately accept the immortal cauldron!

Guo Lao didn't say a word this time, and honestly ran out of ten zhang away, and then saw Wang Mu glaring at him, and retreated seven or eight zhang.

Wang Mu picked up the immortal cauldron, and then gently put the forty-year-old purple star vine into the pot, silently chanted in his mouth, and stretched out his finger to lightly touch it in a few places in the immortal cauldron.

Swish!

A purple aura flashed, and under Wang Mu's intently gaze, the forty-year-old purple star vine actually melted at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It's like Wang Mu cooking, cooking, and cooking soup with him on weekdays!

After a while, a pot of purple spiritual liquid appeared at the bottom of the pot, and a faint fragrance came to his nose, but what Wang Mu didn't understand was, didn't he say that this pot was alchemy?

"A purple star vine, how can you cook a pot of soup?" Just when Wang Mu was stunned, there was a sound of the old pot howling in the distance.

"Not good!" Wang Mu secretly exclaimed in his heart.

But Wang Mu's actions were a little late, and the old man's phantom returned to the bottom of the pot in an instant, only to see that his whole person was immersed in the pot of purple soup, with a satisfied look, obviously enjoying it very much.

"I've been tricked by this old man again!" Wang Mu was angry in his heart, and was about to put down the gray cloth bag in his hand.

At this time, the old man's face instantly appeared in front of Wang Mu, and after absorbing the medicinal power of this purple star vine, the phantom of his whole person began to change, and it seemed that he had become younger!

He originally looked like an old man, but in the end he turned into the face of a middle-aged man, and I saw him pointing to the seventy-year-old purple star vine from afar:

"Brother, you're not kind! Okay, this forty-year-old purple star vine is mine, so this pot of soup is also mine, and that one is yours!"