Maybe the old butcher saw this point in Feng Ye, which is why he bullied and suppressed him without fear, because he was sure that no one would stand up for him.
"Sit here and watch quietly. You may not understand, but remember my movements. Also, observe the changes in the herbs in the furnace."
Ning Zhishui didn't mention Feng Ye. After sitting down, he gave him some advice and then started to refine his own pills.
The first thing she refined was the elixir for her aunt, which was considered a Xuan-level elixir. To Feng Ye, it was completely incomprehensible and he probably didn't even recognize the ingredients.
But this is not important. Some advanced knowledge learned when you are young is destined to not be understood at the moment, but as long as you remember this feeling, you can use it when the time comes.
Alchemists rely on knowledge + experience + feeling. Knowledge can be learned through books, experience can be accumulated over time, but feeling is more mysterious.
But one thing Ning Zhishui could be sure of was—
It doesn’t matter if you can’t do some things. Just watch strong people do them. Even if you don’t know why they do it, you will become stronger imperceptibly after watching them more.
After Ning Zhishui started, Feng Ye watched quietly from the side as she requested, without saying a word, but keeping his eyes fixed on her every move, while also not missing any changes in the medicine liquid in the furnace.
After just a moment's observation, Feng Ye came to his own conclusion.
Compared to his master who was in a hurry and panic when refining the elixir, as if facing a powerful enemy, Ning Zhishui was much more smooth when refining the elixir.
And, calmly!
It's calmness, probably the calmness that comes from a foundation, the calmness of not being in a hurry, and the calmness of knowing that everything is under control.
Even though he couldn't understand what kind of elixir Ning Zhishui was refining, and didn't know whether she was refining it correctly, Feng Ye still subconsciously felt that Ning Zhishui was much more powerful than his master.
He also felt that this furnace of elixir would definitely succeed!
Feng Ye was almost fascinated by what he saw. He felt that Ning Zhishui's hands seemed to have magic. With just a slight movement, new changes occurred in the furnace, and they were good changes.
He was so absorbed in this that he forgot about time until he smelled the unique fragrance of the finished pill, and then he woke up.
It really worked!
Moreover, this is a Xuan-level elixir!
Feng Ye's eyes widened.
The old butcher wasn't even at the Yellow level. Feng Ye had never seen a Black level alchemist making pills in his entire life!
But unexpectedly, Ning Zhishui, who looked only one or two years older than himself, was already a Xuan-level alchemist!
At this moment, Feng Ye was shocked.
Every monk who reads books in his youth will come across some adventure notes, which are as interesting as storybooks, and those books often contain the protagonist's adventures.
After going through all the hardships, the protagonist will always have some good opportunities, either obtaining new skills or some panacea.
Like everyone else, Feng Ye also fantasized while reading books, if only he could get the opportunity, would everything be different?
But now...
He shifted his gaze to Ning Zhishui's face.
He seemed to have hit upon his opportunity.
"thump--"
He straightened his back and knelt on the ground, his knees making a dull sound as they hit the ground. "Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"
Ning Zhishui put the pill away and then looked at him, but the words he said made him feel cold in his heart.
"Accept you as my disciple? I'm afraid it's impossible."
She has so many things she wants to do, running around here and there, how can she have the energy to train an apprentice?
Besides, even if she wanted to accept a disciple, she would definitely be extremely cautious. How could she just pick up a disciple on the street?
Feng Ye's eyes turned gray. He pursed his lips and didn't insist any further. "I was presumptuous."
He did not get up from his knees, because it seemed sincere, but in fact it was silent coercion.
Moreover, Feng Ye knew that he was definitely not a genius, but Ning Zhishui had such strength at such a young age, so he must be a top genius in the entire continent.
If she wanted to accept a disciple, there would be many people willing to do so. How could it be her turn?
I'm afraid I'm not qualified, and it's really presumptuous of me to speak so rashly.
"I can't accept you as a disciple, but it's okay to watch me make pills today."
Ning Zhishui originally wanted to leave after refining the elixir, but now that he met Feng Ye, he quietly changed his plan.
Forget it, just refine a few more furnaces.
"What materials do you have? Take them all out," she said.
Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly took out all the herbs in his Qiankun space and spread them on the ground.
They are all low-grade materials, very cheap, and not in very good condition.
Ning Zhishui was not surprised, because judging from the old butcher's appearance, he didn't seem willing to give him good materials.
But even with this kind of material, pills can be made.
"A good cook cannot cook without rice. If the ingredients are good, then we should be more cautious and not let those good herbs go to waste. They take hundreds or even thousands of years to grow, and it's not easy to grow."
Ning Zhishui didn't show any disdain as he picked up the herbs and began to process them, saying, "But if the materials are not good, we can't waste them. If they are processed well, their medicinal properties can be preserved to the greatest extent, and the quality of the pill can also be improved."
She could have handled it quickly, but in order to let Feng Ye see clearly, she deliberately slowed down her movements.
Feng Ye looked at it with surprise, "My master didn't do it this way. His movements... were very rough."
The old butcher with poor strength treats the medicinal herbs very casually, and sometimes accidentally damages the roots and rots the leaves.
However, the powerful Ning Zhishui was careful and gentle, and did not hurt them at all. He just carefully pinched off the rotten parts to retain the usable parts to the greatest extent.
"Seeing the small details reveals the big picture." Ning Zhishui said, "No matter how great a person is, he or she starts from the small details."
Feng Ye nodded seriously, "I've made a note of it."
Then, Ning Zhishui gave Feng Ye a demonstration -
How to refine the Huiling Pill?
Old Butcher can still refine basic elixirs like Huiling Pills, and the success rate is quite good.
Feng Ye had seen the old butcher making elixirs several times, but the feeling was completely different from when he saw Ning Zhishui. Ning Zhishui had a mysterious aura, and his every move was like a painting, which made him immersed in it as he watched.
But Feng Ye did not have this feeling towards Lao Butcher.
It wasn't until Ning Zhishui refined the elixir and handed it to him that he excitedly clenched the bottle, "I've never seen a soul-restoring elixir of this quality before!"
The Huiling Pill is not of high quality, but it is also the most common pill, and the one refined by Ning Zhishui is of better quality.
It was obvious that the materials she used were from her own, not even as good as those used by Lao Tu, but the resulting pills were much better than Lao Tu's!
At this moment, Feng Ye felt more clearly the difference between alchemists of different grades!
"Can I try it too?" he asked suddenly.
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