The apprentice was in the Mahayana stage. He looked about twenty years old and had a handsome appearance. He had a grassy aura and looked at Hu Qing curiously.
Zeng Ya asked him to get ten pieces of medicinal materials for refining the Qingxin Pill. He ran and ran back and delivered them to Hu Qing: "Fairy, if you need anything, just call me. My name is Zhuocai."
Hu Qing thanked her, and Zhuocai stepped away with a smile, standing in a corner not far from her.
In this way, they are learning alchemy at close range. Such a position cannot be obtained even by good disciples.
Hu Qing heated up the furnace, put in the medicinal herbs, and refined the concoction. His movements were not slow at all.
Zeng Ya looked at it and nodded repeatedly. No problem, he is very skilled. Basic elixirs like Qingxin Dan are easy to make. As long as there is no accident, it is impossible not to make the elixir.
He was full of confidence, but Hu Qing had no clue at all. Her alchemy refining, like her weapon refining, belongs to the metaphysics of metaphysics. Just as she couldn't explain why she was so good at refining weapons without a teacher, she couldn't explain why she couldn't make alchemy.
All I can say is that it was destined.
The medicinal liquid was refined, impurities were removed, fused, reacted, and slowly solidified. It was about to succeed - bang, the elixir exploded.
Zeng Ya didn't keep an eye on it all the time, he thought it was fine. Suddenly I heard a slight sound coming from Hu Qing's alchemy furnace. I was stunned for three seconds, then I held the alchemy furnace to look at it. Oops, there were dozens of pills in the furnace, none of them were round, they were all turned into black slag. There is no room for redemption at all.
"Eager for success? Come again, please go slower this time." Zeng Ya didn't take it seriously at this time.
Hu Qing cleaned the alchemy furnace, picked up a portion of medicinal herbs, and started all over again. This time Zeng Ya stared at the inside of the alchemy furnace without blinking. No problem, no problem, no problem, no problem, no problem poof.
When the elixir explodes, it becomes scum and cannot even be praised.
Zeng Ya rubbed his eyes: "Come again!"
puff.
"Come again!!"
puff.
“Come again!!!”
puff.
After all the ten pieces were wasted, Hu Qing looked at Zeng Ya with an innocent face: Now, have you given up?
Zeng Ya didn't give up, he didn't even find out what the problem was.
It would be fine if Hu Qing wasn't the material, but she was precise in every step, so why couldn't it be possible? He must find out the reason!
Let Zhuocai go get the herbs again, this time to refine the Miasma-Breaking Pill.
Hu Qing didn't give in because she couldn't make the elixir. She also wanted to find out the reason. A monk, oh no, she was an immortal. She couldn't even make a basic elixir. It would be embarrassing to tell anyone.
However, the facts told her that no matter how hard she worked, no matter how serious she was, it would be in vain if she didn't have any talent.
Ten pots in a row were all ruined.
"Ah" I feel so tired.
"Ah" what happened?
The master and the disciple stared at each other.
Zeng Ya still refused to give up: "I'll help you this time."
Still ten portions of herbs and Yuan-tonifying elixirs.
Zhuocai looked confused when he brought it over. He was just watching and learning, and he didn't know what he had learned.
This time, Zeng Ya simply put a trace of his spiritual consciousness into the elixir. Yes! Everything was fine, but when it finally became a pill, it exploded without warning.
What is the reason?——
"Ten more! This time, do something for me." Zeng Ya rolled up his sleeves, but he didn't believe it.
Hu Qing was helpless and really wanted to advise him: People, sometimes you have to accept your fate.
This time Zeng Ya's main force, Hu Qingdaicao, was successful in the first pot. The round pill balls lay quietly at the bottom and exuded fragrance.
Zeng Ya took a sniff and saw that it was top grade, at his level. He said to Hu Qing: "For the second pot, I will do the first one, and you will do the last one to make the elixir."
Hu Qing nodded.
There is no suspense, the half-finished elixir was destroyed in her hands.
Zeng Ya: "For the third pot, you come first and I'll make the elixir."
Hu Qing had no objection and handed over the steps of processing the herbs to the final solidification of the liquid to Zeng Ya.
It’s done, top quality.
Zeng Ya nodded: "It seems that there is something wrong with Cheng Dan in the end."
Hu Qing nodded: "Yes, what's wrong with Cheng Dan?"
Zeng Ya: "Come here again and let me see."
Hu Qingyi did it again, pfft.
"Don't use your spiritual consciousness, only your spiritual power."
puff.
"Only use your spiritual consciousness, not your spiritual power."
puff.
"It doesn't use spiritual power or spiritual consciousness, it only controls fire."
puff.
Zeng Ya was angry: "Change the furnace!"
Put your beloved alchemy furnace to use.
As soon as Hu Qing got started, he knew that this alchemy furnace was of the highest quality, not comparable to his own. But no matter how good the pill furnace is, it can't change the fact that she is a Danpu.
Zeng Ya was angry again: "Change the fire!"
Change fire?
Hu Qing almost thought he didn't hear clearly. How could he change the fire? She didn't even use spiritual fire. The spiritual fire is more powerful.
I saw Zeng Ya running away and then running back, holding a person in his hand and pointing at the bottom of the alchemy furnace: "Put your water and fire in."
Fire in water? Hu Qing looked at the person in front of him curiously. He was a handsome middle-aged man with a gentle temperament. He had never seen him before, and hesitantly called out: "Hello, master."
The middle-aged handsome man smiled: "I am the director of the Dan Department, Zhong Heng."
Hu Qing saluted solemnly: "Hello, master, my disciple Hu Qing."
Zhong Heng had a good temper and nodded to her: "I heard that you gave some good suggestions to the Qi Department. The Qi Department is very busy now. Come to the Dan Department today, do you have any suggestions?"
Zeng Ya was impatient: "You have something to do now. Take out your fire and use it. Why is it so difficult for this child to become an elixir?"
Zhong Heng had not yet seen how powerful Hu Qing was in making alchemy, so he didn't take it seriously. Is it difficult to become a pill? It must be that the technology is not good enough. Fortunately, my spiritual fire is gentle and I just need to cooperate with her.
As a result, after cooperation, Zhong Heng also discovered that something was wrong. It seemed to be fine, but why did it explode?
He became interested: "You make another furnace, and I'll take a look."
Hu Qing made another furnace. Zhong Heng looked carefully and found no reason.
Hey, this is weird.
Zhong Heng bent down and grabbed a handful of medicinal dregs from inside, looked at it carefully, and even put it in his mouth to chew.
Zeng Ya: "How?"
Zhong Heng: "It looks like an explosive pill caused by the imbalance of medicine in it, but her technique is very stable and the power of the medicine is also very stable. Why did she suddenly fail?"
Zeng Ya: "I can't understand either."
Zhong Heng shook off the dregs of the medicine and turned to look at Hu Qing. Hu Qing looked so innocent.
"You are a weapon master, right?"
Hu Qing nodded.
"Then - show me your weapon refinement." Zhong Heng said with a gentle smile.
Hu Qing was stunned and nodded: "Of course."
It had been a long time since she had practiced weapon refining, and her palms started to itch when she mentioned it.
But—here?
She glanced around, everyone must be refining high-level elixirs. She had already refined dozens of furnaces, and they hadn't finished each furnace yet. Tang Er was still working on the hand technique. Was he trying to conquer some difficult elixir?
Zhong Heng asked them to follow him in one direction.
Apprentice Zhuocai moved his feet but failed to follow.
The three of them left the hall and walked through the corridor. Zhong Heng opened a door. Inside was a medium-sized fire room. It was very clean and there was nothing except the fire outlet.
Zhong Heng stretched out his hand and signaled: Please.
Hu Qing did his duty, took out his own weapon refining furnace, enlarged it and dropped it to the ground. The sound echoed throughout the room.
"Your furnace is much better than your pill furnace." Zeng Ya praised.
Hu Qing modestly said: "It's just average. I'll improve it after I find good materials. It's a little thin now."
It's about the feel.
