After dinner, in the puzzled eyes of the old watcher, Song Yuchen borrowed the alchemy room.

Not to mention that he exhausted his soul in one day, even the Jade Emperor Tower was dried up, and now he has offended the people of the soul mound, although the other party has left, but there is no guarantee that he will not go and return, Song Yuchen feels that he still has to recover as soon as possible.

In addition to borrowing the alchemy room, Song Yuchen also had to borrow a person who was responsible for burning the fire, and finally under the recommendation of the old master, Song Yuchen chose the little fat Taoist priest named Huang Huan.

Of course, the little fat man was a hundred unwilling, but he heard from Senior Brother Ma that the guy surnamed Song often went in and out of the land of fireworks, and he might have contracted flower willow disease.

Thinking of this, the little fat Taoist priest suddenly became worried, and when he was having dinner just now, the guy surnamed Song actually flicked his earlobe, and he didn't know if he would be infected.

With all kinds of thoughts in his heart, the little fat Taoist priest stood in front of the Dan furnace, drooping his little fat face, and Song Yuchen couldn't help but look at it on the side.

Song Yuchen listened to the old master say, don't look at the young age of this little fat Taoist priest, but the kung fu of controlling the fire in the Dan furnace is one of the few in the Taoist hall, Song Yuchen smiled and patted the little fat Taoist priest on the shoulder and told him to start burning the fire.

Being slapped by Song Yuchen so suddenly, the little fat Taoist priest was startled, flashed to the side and glared back at someone, but he was reluctant to return to reluctance, and he was still very serious about lighting the fire.

Song Yuchen nodded, and instead focused on the medicinal materials needed for alchemy.

The old master rarely had alchemy on weekdays, so there were not many medicinal materials available in this pill room, but he finally got the few things Song Yuchen wanted.

With nothing to do, Song Yuchen flipped through the pills left by Liuyunguan for hundreds of years, and found that most of them were mediocre works, but there were also one or two pills that could be called brilliant, but their main effects were the longevity pills used to increase longevity, and they were of little use to him Song Yuchen.

Relying on his previous memory, Song Yuchen thought for a moment, and then began to write Danfang with the original pen and ink in the Danfang.

The little fat Taoist priest Huang Huan happened to look up and saw it, and found where the guy was pretending.

The little fat Taoist sneered in his heart, this empty straw bag in his belly is still pretending to be a master, how can anyone refine this pill? I don't know what the master and his old man think, but he really agreed to lend the Danfang to this guy, if the entire Danfang is blown up, then Liuyunguan will have no place to cry at that time.

Halfway through Song Yuchen's writing, his brain seemed to have suddenly short-circuited, and he couldn't remember something, so he asked the little Taoist: "Little Huangzi, this son asks you something, you have dansha in this Taoist temple, why don't I see that there is one in this danfang, if there is, is it vermilion dansha or black dansha?"

Song Yuchen looked around, and really didn't see any dansha, so isn't this dansha something that is always available in the dansha.

After hearing this, the little fat Taoist priest couldn't help but roll his eyes at that time, this guy is really a straw bag, and he was embarrassed to ask even the most basic questions like dansha.

"The poor road is called Huang Huan, not called Xiao Huangzi. The little fat Taoist priest said angrily. He didn't bother to answer that guy's idiotic question, he didn't even understand this thing, if he really let him refine it for a while, he would definitely blow up this Dan furnace, and maybe he would be implicated in burning the fire on the side.

"Yo, it's still poor. Song Yuchen couldn't help but feel funny, and said with a wicked smile: "You have to think about it, how did your master explain you when he called you in just now, did you tell you to obey my son in everything, if you don't tell me, I will find your master to sue you." ”

"You," the little fat man pouted in anger, but finally told the bastard, "in the firewood room next door." ”

"Go, bring me twenty pounds. Song Yuchen pointed his fingers.

The little fat Taoist snorted coldly, stomped his feet and went.

After a while, the little fat Taoist priest really carried more than twenty pounds, and Song Yuchen saw that it was vermilion dansha, and sighed at that time.

After putting the dansha heavily on the ground, the little fat Taoist priest saw the guy's disappointed expression, and subconsciously stabbed: "Song Gongzi didn't think that this dansha was black or gold, didn't even know that the dansha was vermilion, Song Gongzi was sure that he came here to refine the dansha?"

Song Yuchen smiled slightly, stepped forward, patted the fat head of the little fat Taoist priest lightly, and scolded with a smile: "Look at your little yellow boy who looks honest and stammering, I didn't expect that you are so dog-eyed and low-looking, and this son will let you not look down on you like this? But don't forget, your master praised me a lot." ”

The little fat man pursed his mouth, touched his head, which didn't hurt at all, with his hand, and didn't speak.

In fact, he wanted to stab that guy back for a sentence or two, but found that if he scolded this bastard because of that sentence just now, it seemed that he would scold the master and his old man together, which was inappropriate.

Seeing that the little fat Taoist priest went back to burn the stove seriously, Song Yuchen grabbed a handful of dansha with his hand, weighed it lightly, and said at the same time: "Little Huangzi, just now what you kid meant was that all the dansha in the world is vermilion? ”

The little fat Taoist priest glanced up at the guy with an expression of a fool who only believed what you said.

Song Yuchen laughed at it, and then said: "This dansha, in addition to the most common vermilion dansha, there are two other kinds, and the colors of those two are exactly like what your kid said before, one black and the other golden. ”

The little fat man pulled down his ears, too lazy to listen to someone's nonsense, where is there any black and golden dansha in this world.

After weighing the required amount, Song Yuchen put the dansha into the Dan furnace according to the order of medicine written on the Dan Fang, and then said with a smile: "Don't believe it, you kid, you might as well ask your master after you go out, uh, forget it, it is estimated that your master has never seen it, forget it, my son is too lazy to tell you this, you kid love to believe it or not." ”

To tell the truth, when he saw that these dansha were all vermilion, Song Yuchen felt a little lost in his heart, because among the three kinds of vermilion, black, and gold, this vermilion one is the most inferior, if it is according to his Song Yuchen's refining requirements, these twenty catties may not be enough, and the effect of this refining is far less than that of black and gold.

Of course, Song Yuchen also knew that there was no way to do it, after all, it was not the Heavenly Realm, and he didn't know if there was black in this Earth Realm, but the golden dansha could only be seen in the sky, and even in the Heavenly Realm, it was an extremely scarce thing. He also saw it in Taishang Laojun's alchemy room at that time, it was about 600 catties, and it was piled up there with golden light, as if it was a golden mountain. Even if he had seen the world like him Song Yuchen, he couldn't help but praise at that time, what a fucking loser.

Hearing this, the expression on the fat face of the little fat Taoist priest was very exciting, and he quietly mocked in his heart: "It's obviously a big straw bag, and it pretends to be like that, and you dare to say that the master has never seen it, if you haven't even seen the master and his old man, you might have seen it?" It's really as thick as a city wall. ”

started alchemy, Song Yuchen was also extraordinarily focused, and no longer gaged with the little fat man. Speaking of this alchemy, under the guidance of Taishang Laojun, he has refined two or three kinds of top-grade elixirs, but when it comes to the experience of alchemy, he Song Yuchen is still a rookie, so in this process of alchemy, he must be distracted.

After about an hour and a half, when the little fat Taoist's face was about to be roasted by the fire, Song Yuchen finally finished refining.

It's time to open the furnace and take the pill.

If alchemy is divided into a hundred steps, then opening the furnace and taking the pill is the last step in this hundred steps, and Song Yuchen has now walked ninety-nine steps, just one last small step.

But all along, many alchemists have failed in this last small step, and the possibility of failure is still very high.

What's even more terrifying is that this is also the easiest time to fry.

So the little fat Taoist priest had already slipped to the far door, and he had already made up his mind in his heart, as long as there was a slight mistake, he would open the door and run away. Anyway, the master just asked him to come and light the fire, and he didn't explain that he couldn't leave until he opened the furnace to take the pill, and now the fire has been burned.

Song Yuchen took a deep breath, afraid that he wouldn't be able to speak, but he was still a little nervous in his heart.

The "Hum" Dan furnace opened, making a dull humming sound.

The little fat Taoist priest was like a frightened bird, and without thinking about it, he quickly opened the door and prepared to run away.

But as soon as his foot crossed the threshold, he suddenly said, "Hey, no, it's not the sound of the fryer, it should be earth-shattering." ”

The little fat Taoist priest slowly turned around and saw that the white-faced scholar in green clothes was holding three pea-sized pills in his hands, the pills were bright yellow, and if you looked at them seriously, there seemed to be a hint of vermilion, which should be the color of dansha.

The color of the three pills is bright, not like a vulgar thing.

The little fat Taoist priest had a shocked look on his face, "This, refined? This is refined? This is impossible." ”

What shocked the little fat Taoist even more was that after that guy opened the furnace to take the pill, the entire pill room was suddenly filled with a faint aroma of pills, which was a characteristic that only high-grade pills could have.

"No, no, I must have been dazzled by the mistake, how can this straw bag be able to refine a top-grade elixir. The little fat Taoist priest rubbed his eyes vigorously with the back of his fat and tender hand.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the white-faced straw bag in green clothes walking towards him while playing with the three high-grade pills, and the guy said with a cheap smile on his face: "Come on little yellow son, this grain is my son's reward for you, no thanks." ”

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