"What, you said that a great monk in the late stage of foundation building died in our Dahefang?"
Luo Chen, who had just gone out early in the morning, was surprised by the discussion in the yard.
Qin Liangchen and his wife, Gu Caiyi, even Bai Meiling and Feng Xia all gathered together.
What they were discussing with great enthusiasm was the death of a late-stage foundation-building monk.
Bai Meiling chirped: "The corpse was found the day before yesterday. A golden elixir monk in Ailao Mountain used the soul tablet and tracking magic weapon to fish it out from the bottom of the Lancang River near Dahefang."
"It's not suicide, it's homicide!"
Nonsense, who is such a good monk that he can't think of committing suicide?
Luo Chen couldn't help but ask: "Since he was killed by someone, why didn't the enemy dispose of the body? The method of sinking the river is too crude. It is better to use high-level real fire to burn the body to eliminate traces."
"I guess the enemy wants to, but can't do it!"
Bai Meiling tilted her little head and said this.
"Everyone has been killed, why can't the bodies still be destroyed?"
"That foundation-building monk has a defensive magic weapon. It is said that his wife specially obtained it for him from the golden elixir elder."
A defensive magic weapon!
Luo Chen's eyelids twitched.
Immediately, he realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Why are Bai Meiling and Qin Liangchen talking, but Gu Caiyi doesn't participate in the discussion?
Seeing Luo Chen looking over, Gu Caiyi looked a little complicated.
"Fei Bowen does have a strange defensive magic weapon, and it has a very strange function, called Fan Cong. It is said that when unfolded, it will turn into a small fairy house, isolating all spiritual power inside and outside. Unless you have a late-stage golden elixir The attack means, otherwise Fan Cong cannot be broken."
"Of course, once the cage is unfolded, the people inside cannot get out and can only wait for others to rescue them."
It is truly a magical weapon.
Defend the enemy and lock yourself in place.
Murong Qinglian was very surprised, "Caiyi, do you know that late-stage foundation-building monk?"
Gu Caiyi nodded slightly and pointed to a piece of gauze clothing on her body.
"This is a top-grade defensive weapon he gave me when he first settled in Tianxiang Tower in Dahefang."
A high-grade defensive magic weapon is given away at will?
That dead late-stage foundation builder was so generous!
For a moment, Murong Qinglian, Bai Meiling and the others looked at Gu Caiyi with something wrong.
Gu Caiyi didn't explain. She also wanted to return the magic weapon, but the other party refused to accept it.
He also said that there is no rule to get back the things he gave away. That is a slap in the face!
"Fei Bowen?"
Luo Chen recited the name again and subconsciously said, "Isn't that the contractor from Ailao Mountain?"
Foreman?
Gu Caiyi already knew the meaning of this term.
She rolled her eyes at Luo Chen, sighed and said, "It is indeed him, otherwise Master Jindan of Ailao Mountain would not have come to find him in person. For this reason, the Dahefang Shop in Ailao Mountain, Xianzhuju, is here." It was closed for two days.”
Xianzhuju is closed?
Luo Chen suddenly realized that no wonder the monk from Ailao Mountain who helped him build the alchemy room the day before yesterday left in a hurry without asking for the remaining payment.
It turns out that something big happened at home!
"He came to Dahefang to repair the spiritual residence and help build the Taoist discussion platform. Who will kill him? Who can kill him?" Luo Chen was extremely curious, and even asked about the origin of the other party, " Not to mention his cultivation in the later stages of foundation building, just because he is the son-in-law of the golden elixir monk’s granddaughter, no one should dare to touch him!”
Everyone was puzzled. After chatting for a while, they could only disperse.
After all, everyone still has classes to attend.
However, before leaving, Murong Qinglian still told everyone to be careful when entering and exiting.
It is impossible to say that Fei Bowen's murderer was a foreign monk, and he was probably still lurking in Dahefang.
Everyone said yes to this, but they didn't take it seriously.
They were doing big business, and they were killing late-stage foundation-building monks. How could they have time to stare at these small fish and shrimps?
In Luo Chen's words, he has the attitude of "As long as I am a piece of shit, no one can step on me."
This statement was scolded by several female neighbors.
...
The alchemy room is about to be completed, and the number of helpers coming and going has not only not decreased, but has increased in number.
Luo Chen was no longer as leisurely as before and became busy.
"Roldo, Luo Wudi's nephew, fourth level of Qi refining."
"Yang Qi, the son of Longpanhu Yang Wei, is at the first level of Qi refining and is only nine years old! Are these all going to be sent to the Alchemy Hall?"
"Mi Li, the granddaughter of the old man Mi Shuhua? Fourth level of Qi Refining, 21 years old. It seems that her qualifications are not very good, otherwise she would have been sent to the big sect."
Faces that were immature, yearning, doubtful, or proud appeared in Luo Chen's mind.
These are the people that the masters of various halls stuffed into his alchemy hall.
Luo Chen couldn't refuse, because this was the condition he agreed to at the meeting in Haoyue Hall.
They will try their best to cultivate alchemy skills for their descendants.
Of course, Luo Chen will definitely teach.
But whether he intends it or not depends entirely on him.
As for how many of these people can become masters?
Are you kidding me about the world of immortality? He, Luo Chen, is still consolidating the foundation of alchemy!
Holding the Baicao Illustrated Book, Luo Chen glanced at the group of young people in the valley and couldn't help but curl his lips.
These people are unreliable, and he has to train another group of tool people.
In Xianyue Valley, a group of young people gathered together, bored and chatting casually.
There was a lot of curiosity about Luo Chen, the master of the Alchemy Hall, in his words.
"He's not older than me, right? Can he become the leader of a class?"
The speaker was Luo Wudi's nephew, Roldo.
He has a fierce aura, which shows that he has been in the mountains and seen the blood of monsters and beasts.
But this qualification is of little use in front of others.
Whose elders were killed from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
Tang Quan sneered, "Yes, you are older than him. But your level is not as high as his. Apart from being able to fight, how else can you compare to him? When you come out to hang out, you need to be technical!"
Tang Quan once asked the recommended seed players.
He has no biological relationship with Zeng Wen. He is purely a descendant of one of his brothers who died before.
Knowing that Zeng Wen had a good relationship with Luo Chen, he subconsciously leaned toward Luo Chen.
Roldo blushed, "Yes, you are very skilled. I must have learned a lot about how to be a queen with your sick uncle!"
Tang Quan suddenly stood up!
"Xiao Zhao San, can you say it again?"
"I'm afraid of you!"
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the others were helpless.
Tang Quan is really not afraid of Roldo. His father died long ago and his uncle never paid much attention to him before, so he would go into the mountains with the people from the war hall to kill monsters from time to time.
In terms of realm, the two are evenly matched.
"Everyone, stop arguing, okay?"
After hearing these gentle words, Tang and Luo had no choice but to say a few harsh words and stopped arguing.
Just because the other party is the granddaughter of gang leader Mi Shuhua, and the other party's mother Mi Junping is also the leader of the Hall of Honors.
Rice grains, three spiritual root qualifications, fourth level of Qi refining.
There was always a sickly paleness on her face, which was as beautiful as a flower.
She forced a smile and said, "Everyone comes to the alchemy hall because they want to learn alchemy skills from the hall master, so why make it so embarrassing."
Some agreed, others were silent.
Regarding Alchemy Hall, they also know something from their elders.
Some people value it, some people disdain it.
Therefore, the compositions of these juniors who come to the Alchemy Hall are also different.
Some of them were wanted to be sent here to learn alchemy, and some were simply sent here to do a perfunctory job.
Mi Li sighed, feeling panic in his heart.
In the Mi family, she is not very important.
Due to her congenital deficiencies, she wasted a lot of resources from her parents but gained nothing.
Nowadays, under the leadership of Mi Shuhua, the Mi family is becoming more and more prosperous, and there are endless talents in the family. There is even a person of her generation who will have the opportunity to join the sect.
Her status plummeted even further.
Now her mother insisted on sending her to the Alchemy Hall, but she didn't know what she was thinking.
Is it just for fun, or is it hoping that she will actually learn something?
Just when she was panicking, her friend next to her screamed strangely.
She raised her head and saw a streak of earthy yellow light crossing the sky and leisurely entering the depths of Xianyue Valley.
"It's grandpa!" Mi Li thought.
...
"Xiao Luo, how are you doing with your research on the Chalcedony Pill?"
As soon as he landed, Mi Shuhua went straight to Huanglong.
Huang Long - Luo Chen rolled his eyes, "You really believe me, I only bought it a few days ago! If it were so easy to make, wouldn't your Mi family have been selling out like crazy a long time ago?"
Mi Shuhua smiled, and he knew that he was a little impatient.
But after a conversation with Wang Haichao last night, in addition to telling Gao Tingyuan not to trouble Luo Chen in the future.
Another thing made him anxious.
That is, if Poshan Clan Dantang can really produce good elixirs, Dajiang Clan will also get involved.
At that time, with the help of Dajiang Gang's channels, their elixirs can be sold to other markets.
Sighing, Mi Shuhua suppressed his urgency.
"The opening day is set for three days, and some of our internal monks will be invited to watch the ceremony."
"I'm going to hold a ceremony for you, do you have any ideas?"
Luo Chen blinked, ritual? Pomp?
Of course, the bigger the better!
"Okay, let's open the hall and the furnace at the same time. I'll also show you a little bit about what it means to be an alchemy master!"
