"hehe."
Zhao Yongqi laughed dryly and did not answer.
At first glance.
What He Weichun said does make sense.
It is impossible for ordinary monks to join Shuiyue Valley even if they break their heads. And with Zhao Fulang's talent for alchemy, once he really joins Shuiyue Valley, with his bloodline and friendship with the Zhao family, he can be regarded as "someone above".
but.
If others say this, that's it.
It just came from He Weichun's mouth.
Zhao Yongqi couldn't help but think a little more. Would the other party really be so kind?
No......
impossible.
This matter is by no means as simple as it seems, and there must be a secret that Zhao Yongqi doesn't understand.
...
Sunrise and sunset.
Time flies.
It took seven days to refine the elixir.
Zhao Yongqi and the other two people also waited in the octagonal pavilion for seven days. For the monks in the foundation building period, seven days was nothing, but Feng Mo could wait for such a long time in person.
It can be seen that he attaches great importance to Zhao Fulang.
Feng Mo obviously has a lot of expertise in alchemy.
Zhao Yongqi and He Weichun mostly closed their eyes to rest. Only Feng Mo looked at the scene in the alchemy room with relish.
Sometimes the brows are frowned, sometimes the brows are relaxed.
Occasionally I also make a few comments.
"It's finished."
Following Feng Mo's words.
Zhao Yongqi and He Weichun were shocked. They looked intently and saw that the alchemy was at the last moment.
"The last step of taking the elixir is also very critical. You must take out the elixir at the right time. The more accurately you grasp the time, the quality of the elixir will be improved accordingly. If you take the elixir at the wrong time, you may even fail!"
Feng Mo murmured to himself.
I don't know if I'm talking to myself or to Zhao Yongqi and He Weichun.
Alchemy room.
The two alchemy boys have disappeared.
Compared to the beginning, the flame under the alchemy furnace was significantly smaller by nearly two-thirds. The burning flame of the spiritual firewood held up the alchemy furnace like a "refining base".
Zhao Fulang stood on a high platform level with the alchemy furnace.
His face was solemn and tired, his left hand was holding a gourd-shaped magic weapon, and his right hand was holding a strange magic weapon on his chest.
Just watch it through the screen.
You can also feel that Zhao Fulang's spirit is tense.
He is waiting.
Waiting for the best time to open the furnace and get the elixir.
...
"start."
Sudden.
Zhao Fulang shouted loudly.
Kneading secrets with one hand and pointing the sword at the alchemy furnace, the thick lid of the cauldron popped open with a sound.
A large amount of white mist floated out from the cauldron.
In an instant, it filled the entire alchemy room.
The scene reflected by Feng Mo's spell also turned into a vast expanse of white.
This situation soon ended.
"receive!"
Zhao Fulang drank softly again, and the vast white mist was sucked into the "belly" of the gourd in his left hand like a whale sucking water.
Three colorful pills can be faintly seen.
Wrapped in white mist.
Absorbed together by the gourd.
"The elixir that has just come out of the oven cannot be directly exposed to external miscellaneous gases, so it must be put into a special container first to stabilize the elixir body before taking it out."
Feng Mo's eyes were filled with sparkle.
"The quality of the three-color elixir is judged by its color. Judging from the scene when it comes out of the furnace, this furnace of three-color elixir is not only successfully refined, but the quality should also be good."
Talk about it.
The main purpose of Feng Mo's trip.
It is just for a close survey of the mountain trends, lakes and rivers of Wuyuan Valley, and final preparations for confirming the stopping points of the cross-domain route.
The so-called Zhao Fulang is just a whim excuse.
By the way, scare Zhao Yongqi.
It can be regarded as satisfying one's own bad taste.
but.
Seeing that Zhao Fulang had really refined the Three-Color Pill, and that only the first batch of the pill was successfully refined, even though Feng Mo was from Shuiyue Valley, a fourth-grade clan, he couldn't help but feel happy, and was really considering whether to use it. Recruited under his command.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
Even though he was from Shuiyue Valley, no matter whether he faced Zhao Yongqi or He Weichun, he always acted calmly and calmly, as if he didn't care about anything.
But.
Competition within Shuiyue Valley is also fierce.
Whether it is between brothers from the same sect, or with other clans of the same level, or even facing disciples from upper-third-level clans.
There are many overt or covert struggles.
Although he could not directly recruit disciples on Shuiyuegu's behalf, he still had the right to recommend them, and with Zhao Fulang's alchemy skills, the probability of successful recommendation should not be small.
in this way.
Not only can he get rewards from the sect.
Once Zhao Fulang grows up and becomes a rare alchemy master, it can be regarded as a beneficial connection for him.
Feng Mo, He Weichun, Zhao Yongqi!
Everyone has their own considerations in mind.
At this time.
Zhao Fulang has already walked out of the alchemy room holding the gourd.
"Clan leader, two distinguished guests. This is the elixir that has just been refined." He held the gourd in both hands and saluted the three of them respectfully.
"good!"
Feng Mo stretched out his hand and the gourd flew into his hand, and the cork jumped up on its own.
Thick white mist floated out of the gourd.
A cool medicinal fragrance permeates the surroundings along with the white mist, making people feel relaxed and happy, and their ears and eyes clear.
Feng Mo tipped the gourd downwards.
Three longan-sized pills appeared immediately.
"Three pills were successfully refined in the first furnace. Even if this kind of talent is placed in Shuiyue Valley, it is definitely the best among many alchemists!"
"You guys should take a look too."
Said.
Then two pills flew towards Zhao Yongqi and He Weichun respectively.
Zhao used all his mana to cover his palm, then gently pinched the elixir and looked at it carefully.
It comes in three colors: green, yellow, and blue, and is made from a spiritual fruit called Sancaiguo as the main medicine. The elixir has a round shape and a fragrant aroma, so it is clearly of the lower grade.
"It is not suitable to refine the three-color elixir. Little friend Fulang succeeded in refining it even after the first time, and it was also of low grade. This shows that little friend Fulang has talent in alchemy."
He Weichun looked at the elixir for a few times.
He said pointedly: "Just now we talked about letting little friend Fulang go to Shuiyue Valley to practice more mysterious alchemy techniques. I don't know what little friend Fulang wants."
He Weichun has a deep mind.
Every word and action was like a roundworm in Feng Mo's stomach, all of which were speaking for him.
It made Feng Mo feel relaxed.
The smile on his face is also much more sincere.
As a "high-ranking" Shuiyue Valley monk, it was naturally difficult for him to speak directly when recruiting people.
Although Zhao Fulang has a good talent for alchemy, the review process for entering the Shuiyue Valley is more stringent. Not only having the talent for alchemy can guarantee that he will join Shuiyue Valley.
If he brought it up himself.
In case it doesn't work out in the end.
Wouldn't it be a slap in the face?
Therefore, it can be said that He Weichun, the third person, is the most suitable for this kind of words.
"this……"
Zhao Fulang looked troubled.
"Young man has little talent and little knowledge. He is afraid that entering Shuiyue Valley will not only embarrass himself, but also damage his reputation as a respected guest."
Since cultivating immortality.
Zhao Fulang came into contact with all "cultured people", and under the influence of what he heard and saw, his words and deeds were not as vulgar as in the ordinary world.
The implication.
Naturally, he declined He Weichun's proposal.
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