In the spacious side hall.
The petite figure sat cross-legged on the floor, concentrating and feeling the spiritual power in the air. Within a moment, a stream of heat seemed to flow through his body, and a ball of orange-red flames leapt out of his white and tender palms.
Song Liuhua's eyes widened in surprise, and she scratched it with her hands, but it didn't feel hot.
This is spiritual fire.
"Isn't it said that it is difficult to draw out the spiritual fire? Isn't it quite simple?" Song Liuhua muttered to herself.
"The next step is to light the fire. Place the spiritual wall under the cauldron and light it..."
"Hiss~"
As soon as the spiritual fire met the spiritual wall, it was like gasoline meeting a lighter, and it quickly ignited.
Song Lihua was so heartbroken that no wonder people said that alchemists and weapon refiners were spending money. The co-author was not kidding, this was real money.
Any more delay will cost more money. Song Liuhua hurriedly took out the elixirs and elixirs she just bought and threw them into the cauldron in order.
"Blood-supplementing grass, menstrual grass, Guangling grass..."
After putting all the medicinal materials into the cauldron, she controlled the size of the fire and began the boring waiting time.
Half an hour later.
Just listen to a "bang" sound.
The lid of the cauldron collapsed into the sky, pierced through the roof with a "biU", and landed in the courtyard with a clang, spinning around a few times and stopping.
A long while.
Song Liuhua regained consciousness and slowly exhaled a puff of black smoke.
"Bah bah... cough cough..."
There is nothing left in the cauldron except a pinch of black ash.
A hole was blown out of the roof for her, and Song Liuhua twitched her lips.
She went to pick up the lid of the cauldron outside the hospital. The lid was still in good condition. She called out to him, "The quality of this cauldron is really good."
Having learned the lesson from the failure of the first furnace, Song Liuhua decided to make a big fire first and then a small fire.
Start the fire, add herbs, control the heat...
Half an hour later, the second furnace failed. It consumes a first-grade Qi and Blood Pill material, plus twenty spirit bis.
Learn the lesson and start the third furnace.
An hour later, there was a bang, the third furnace failed...
The fourth furnace, failed...
.....
One afternoon, the sound of banging explosions in the Song family yard resounded throughout Qinghua Lane.
The neighbors stuck their heads out, looked in the direction of the Song family, and shook their heads: "The daughter of the Song family has been divorced by the Xie family. I'm afraid she's crazy."
"She is an unawakened waste. How can she make medicine?"
"With so much money, it's better to buy a few kilograms of exotic animal meat than to give her Huo Huo."
"That child of Song Yuan, it's really pitiful to have such a girl... Now that the Xie family has divorced her, I'm afraid no one will dare to marry... Song Yuan... It's a pity." An aunt shook her head sadly. She shook her head. She originally thought of marrying her daughter to Song Yuan, but unfortunately he was ruined. Besides, there was a good-for-nothing girl like Song Lihua holding her back. Who would dare to marry a girl to her?
.......
Song Liuhua didn't know yet that she and the Xie family had broken off their engagement in the morning and had been ruined in the entire Qinghua Lane in the afternoon.
Staring at a room full of black ashes in distress, he refined nine furnaces in a row, all of which failed.
I scratched my head. Logically speaking, I shouldn’t.
It was obvious that she had already used the same enthusiasm she had for studying for postgraduate entrance exams in her previous life, taking notes diligently and summarizing rectifications. And every step was done well, but I couldn't make even half of the elixir.
After thinking about it, I don't know where the problem lies.
Song Liuhua's whole body was like a deflated rubber ball, her limbs stretched out in big characters and stuck to the floor.
Looking at the big hole in the roof directly above me, I muttered helplessly: "Is there something wrong with me, or is there something wrong with the world?"
Soon, she came to the conclusion, "What's wrong with me? It's only the whole world that's wrong."
"The tenth furnace, do as you like."
Song Liuhua took out all the elixirs from the storage bag and threw them on the floor without handling them.
"Go and add this first, then that, start with a small fire and then a big fire, and do it all in!"
Song Liuhua poured all the elixirs into the cauldron at once, and she lost control of the fire. It all depended on her mood. When necessary, open the lid and throw some random elixirs inside, many of which were saved by the original owner, whom Song Liuhua didn't even recognize.
In the end, I even thought it was too dry and poured half a bucket of water into it.
"Stop pretending, just let it happen..."
Half an hour later, the expected explosion did not come, and a smell of ecstasy came from the cauldron.
When he opened the lid of the cauldron, he saw a cauldron of dark green juice steaming, and the pungent smell that greeted him was nauseating.
"Ugh~" Song Liuhua covered her mouth and nose and almost vomited.
After struggling for a moment, he said, "Whatever, if the furnace doesn't explode, then it's a success."
As for what this was, Song Liuhua said she didn't care anymore.
Holding back her nausea, she put the successful product of her first medicine refining into a wooden barrel and walked out of the room.
At this time, it was approaching dusk.
Song Yuan and the cheap man should be back soon.
Song Liuhua quickly lit the fire and cooked a pot of rice.
After thinking about it, I grabbed another handful of spiritual rice and cooked a pot of spiritual rice porridge.
The spiritual masters in this world rely on the spiritual power in food to temper their bodies and advance, so they have high requirements for food.
There were two kilograms of first-grade exotic animal meat in the storage room, and Song Liuhua cooked them all.
Slice, sprinkle with seasonings, grill on her homemade grill, and plate.
I just bought a first-class blue light fish at the mercenary market, added wild pepper, and made a large pot of grilled fish.
The meat alone was inevitably boring, so Song Liuhua went to the small vegetable garden in the courtyard, picked some green vegetables, and fried a large plate.
Three days ago, she made fruit wine, which she estimated was almost ready, and dug it out from under the spiritual fruit tree in the corner of the yard.
Wipe off the mud on the wine jar, open the jar seal, and the refreshing aroma spreads.
Song Liuhua took a deep breath and nodded with satisfaction.
As expected, she added a few first-level spiritual fruits inside.
Outside the city, the orange-red sunset gradually sets.
A huge flying boat passed over the city and docked outside the city wall. People who went out carried baskets of supplies and got off the flying boat one after another.
The quiet and peaceful city suddenly became boiling.
Song Liuhua stood in the courtyard holding a spatula, listening to the neighbors chattering about the harvest of the past few days. Happy laughter floated in the air, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Compared to the days when I struggled to survive in my previous life, these days seemed pretty good.
Song Yuan carried a huge backpack, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and squeezed out of the flying boat with the flow of people.
The mercenary captain patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You have worked hard these days. Wait until I collect some elixirs and weapons and we will hunt together next time."
Their mercenary team is just a junior team. Although Song Yuan has been downgraded, he has experience in fighting fourth-level or even fifth-level beasts. Just a few tips in the team can avoid a lot of trouble.
Thanks to him this time, the harvest was pretty good. Even if he injured his spirit house and couldn't use his spiritual power frequently, the mercenary captain was still willing to act together next time.
Saying goodbye to the mercenary captain, Song Yuan walked back with a huge backpack on his back.
Several small flying boats passed overhead.
From time to time, there were sounds of envy in my ears.
"It would be great if our family had a flying spiritual weapon, so we wouldn't have to walk in and out of the city every day."
"A flying spiritual weapon on the market costs at least hundreds of thousands of spiritual gems. Only direct descendants of big families can afford it. Us? Think about it."
"..."
Song Yuan was naturally envious.
However, he hurt the Ling Mansion, and he was not from a big family, so he could only think about it in this life.
Thinking of the little girls he hadn't seen for a while, Song Yuan couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Under the setting sun, the figure of the sturdy man gradually lengthened.
