Ruoruo didn't care whether the other person agreed or not, and started to instruct: "Your fire is too weak, make it stronger. When you make the hand seals, raise your hands an inch higher and slow down the circulation of spiritual energy. Why are young people so impatient?"
Her playful words, tinged with excitement, were a perfect imitation of the tone used by the God of Green Wood when instructing the disciples of the Xuan class.
She! Yan Ruoruo! Now has a junior disciple, and she must teach him well.
For the first time, her status had been reversed, and Ruoruo was overjoyed. Her gaze towards the young man became incredibly kind.
The young man who was refining pills felt a chill run down his spine. Was this really a little girl, or some old monster in disguise? Why was she looking at him like that?
However, Ruoruo's bone age and clear eyes proved that she was indeed a little girl.
He witnessed firsthand how Ruoruo used techniques and methods he had never seen before to refine pills of astonishing quality and quantity.
The young man's mind was in a state of confusion, and his understanding of Daoist alchemy was fractured and questioned.
Were all the things he learned before wrong? Is it really true that only this little girl's method of alchemy is correct?
Despite his wavering mind and being awestruck by the girl's alchemy skills, he actually followed her instructions to refine pills.
After he obeyed the order and changed the pill formula, cold sweat poured down his forehead.
No, this pill isn't made using this formula!
Because he changed the alchemy formula halfway through, the spiritual herbs in the alchemy furnace erupted with extremely strong fluctuations.
The medicinal power and spiritual power clashed, and it looked like the medicine was about to be destroyed. Suddenly, Ruoruo said, "Change the pill-making technique again, use the Heavenly Water Technique!"
The young man felt a throbbing pain in his temples. Without thinking too much, he obediently changed his hand seals. The next moment, he waited in despair for the pills inside the furnace to be destroyed by the spiritual energy, and then the furnace itself to explode.
Heaven knows he's been refining pills for over thirty years, and apart from the first ten years when his furnace exploded, he's never had one since. Yet today, this little guy has disturbed his mind, causing his furnace to explode in the street. It's utterly shameful.
Ruoruo was still nodding in satisfaction. This junior apprentice had excellent control over spiritual energy and should be able to refine a decent batch of medicine.
"Make the fire of the Red Moon Fruit a little stronger, and the fire of the Green Spirit Grass a little cooler." Ruoruo began to meticulously pursue the quality of the pills, as the required fire intensity for each spiritual herb was different.
The young man originally didn't want to talk to her anymore.
However, the medicinal herbs in the furnace boiled for a long time but did not actually explode.
The young man was filled with doubt, but he also remembered the thirteen pills that the little girl had refined before.
With a determined effort, I decided to do exactly as instructed.
However, the temperature control for each medicinal herb was different, which made it very difficult for him.
The more astute alchemists nearby, upon seeing Ruoruo instruct the young man to change the alchemy formula in his hand, had already begun to take out their jade slips to record it.
The fact that this young girl can increase the yield of top-grade pills so much, and also increase the number of pills by one, must be related to her special pill-changing technique.
If you don't learn from them now, when will you?
The young man was flustered as he changed the alchemy technique and adjusted the heat for the first time, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead and hit the floor.
The thought that he absolutely could not be ridiculed alone was boiling in his mind.
He had almost exhausted all his spiritual energy to stabilize this batch of pills, and felt somewhat regretful.
Why did he have such a brain fart and listen to this little girl? Now, even if the furnace of pills doesn't explode, it's ruined.
Ruoruo had no idea what her eldest nephew was thinking. Seeing that he was obedient, she imitated her master by stroking her non-existent beard and nodding seriously: "Hmm, you are teachable, but your fire control is a bit lacking."
"Our senior brother's fire control is the best, what's wrong with him?" The young man in blue robes angrily spoke up in defense of the others. "Even if you are talented, you can't talk nonsense. Stop talking and disturbing our senior brother's alchemy."
Huh? Senior Brother? So these people are also her junior disciples?
Ruoruo's eyes gleamed as she swept over the five or six boys and girls, her face filled with longing.
This made the young men and women feel a chill run down their spines.
What's with that little girl's expression? It's so strange!
“There’s a specific heat required for refining each kind of medicinal herb into each kind of pill. Look, the fire in his furnace is almost gone, wasting so much of the medicinal properties.” Ruoruo earnestly taught her junior disciples, then happily pulled out a pile of top-grade pills and stuffed them into their hands. “Here, this is a gift for meeting you.”
"Huh? What do you mean!" The boys and girls held the top-grade pills in their hands with wary expressions, seriously suspecting that it was a bribe from the girl.
“We will absolutely not cooperate with you in speaking ill of our senior brother. There are a full eighteen kinds of spiritual herbs inside. How could we possibly master eighteen different cooking times?”
Ruoruo was very confused: "It's just eighteen different cooking times, what's so difficult about that?"
Isn't this something that can be controlled simply by thinking about it?
Mo Jinyan couldn't help but poke Ruoruo's neck with the tip of his wing and transmitted his voice, "This is really difficult! It's just that it's relatively easy for your talent."
Ruoruo looked at her junior disciples with understanding and sympathy in an instant: "I know, it's because you're not talented enough. It's okay, I don't look down on you."
She will definitely teach her nephew well.
One of the boys felt humiliated by Ruoruo, and his face flushed red as he threw the pill back at Ruoruo's feet with a bang.
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