The warm light shines in from the window, filling the whole room with a transparent and bright charm.

Sitting in front of the desk was a young man in white clothes, holding in his hand was the diary of an alchemist.

Mr. Chen has almost finished studying the first volume of Master Fei Dan's diary.

At this moment, what he was holding in his hand was the middle volume of the Spiritual Herb Diary, which also recorded the knowledge of growing spiritual herbs, but it was more profound.

"These are the experiences of our predecessors, which can help me avoid many detours."

With this thought in mind, Chen Sheng's mind was immersed in the spiritual herb diary. He did not feel bored or tedious, and even enjoyed the tranquility of reading.

In a flash, two hours passed.

When the sunlight slanted and shone on the spiritual herb diary, he finally noticed something, put it down, and went out carrying his hoe.

"I'm here to take care of you."

In the East Nine District, tender green spiritual herbs were connected together. Under the sunlight, they looked as transparent as emerald . Chen Sheng was delighted when he saw them.

These were all created by him from scratch, and they were all the result of hard work and a great deal of thought.

"Bang"

Taking care of the ones you love is always gentle.

Chen Sheng first used a hoe to turn over the soil on both sides of the spiritual herb. His movements were vigorous but careful, so as not to damage the medicinal roots hidden underneath.

After turning it over, he used his hands to tidy up the small places that he could not take care of.

When he encountered annoying weeds, he would pull them out by the roots, showing a decisive and ruthless attitude.

Alchemy is not just about magical herbs.

Changyue Palace.

"Master Ding, give me some water to drink."

After stretching his muscles, Chen Sheng felt thirsty and ran to Master Ding Dan.

He had always been thinking about those wasted pills. Although Master Ding was obviously distressed, he always gave them to him generously, hoping that he could go a long way on the path of alchemy.

"I'm going to East 9th District again. It's better to be young and energetic."

Master Ding Dan smiled, took out a yellow gourd, and poured Chen Sheng a cup of cardamom wine.

This drink is specially made with a variety of magical herbs. It has a perfect medicinal blend, tastes great, and can replenish vitality.

The only drawback might be that it is expensive, but this is not a problem for alchemists.

"call……"

Chen Sheng finished the cardamom wine in just two or three gulps. The refreshing taste instantly suppressed the heat in his body, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Don’t slack off in your research on pharmacology.”

Although Chen Sheng took an unconventional approach in his research on pharmacology, Master Ding Dan had to admit that Chen Sheng had a thorough understanding of it.

With time, it may be possible to become a master of alchemy.

Therefore, he has to remind them from time to time and not let the good seedlings wither.

"clear."

Mr. Chen nodded. Time flies, and only when one’s hair turns grey does one realize the value of youth.

He believed in immortality, but gradually, he was infected by his fellow immortals and no longer wanted to just eat and wait for death.

"Give……"

Having said that, Master Ding took the initiative to find a high-level waste pill from the small treasury and gave it to Chen Sheng.

Although he felt distressed, his movements were full of a carefree and elegant demeanor.

"Leave."

This contradictory mentality made Chen Sheng want to laugh, but he didn't laugh because it was immoral and impolite.

After taking the waste pill, Chen Sheng left. He had a lot of homework to do, and as long as he worked hard, he would always find something to do.

After going around in a circle, I returned to Chenguan Palace.

Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, concentrated his energy slightly, calmed his mind, then took out the waste pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

He has developed the ability to temporarily abandon his sense of taste. No matter how turbulent his stomach is, he only focuses on experiencing it, like a traveler sitting in a small boat and drifting on the rivers, wherever he goes is what he goes.

Throughout the article, the logic is clear and there is no nonsense.

From this, we can see that his alchemy skills have made a qualitative leap.

"The ability to control fire affects the success rate of alchemy, so it cannot be neglected."

After studying spiritual herbs and pharmacology, Mr. Chen returned to the practice of controlling fire.

This is an extremely important part of the alchemy process. It is used all the time and is the foundation, so it cannot be taken lightly.

Erupting volcano.

A glamorous waterfall.

Unruly lightning.

The tranquil lake.

A complicated chess game.

A flying dragon soaring into the sky.

Towering mountains.

The golden sea of ​​sand.

All kinds of strange visions appeared in Chen Sheng’s palm.

He has made progress. He is very skilled in the eight methods of controlling fire. He has been able to perform the shapes in great detail. However, he is still lacking in spirit.

Only when he could truly simulate the eight kinds of scenes and achieve both form and spirit, could he be considered an expert in fire control.

The light of the elixir fire continued to shine, but the sun gradually dimmed.

Compared to the day, Mr. Chen prefers the night more.

In the silent night.

He had the starry sky above his head, the earth under his feet, and a sword in his hand, and it seemed that his spirit and will were also rising infinitely.

Clang! The sword intent of Zhanxing soared into the sky, one wave after another, and Chen Sheng felt that the distracting thoughts in his sea of ​​consciousness were also washed away, and the whole person was trapped in a clear state of forgetting both the self and the world, and he was prosperous forever.

After practicing swordplay, he washed off the dirt, and then it was a more comfortable experience.

call.

Mr. Chen sat upright on the cloud bed, the health-preserving meridians in his body running, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, his eyes narrowed, without moving or shaking, and he remained silent until dawn.

Today and tomorrow, everything is repeated, as if it has stopped.

Until...

One day, Xi Fu asked him to go out for a while, and then Chen Sheng remembered that he also had the identity of a deacon in the medicine house.

"Yaolu has made a deal with the Yinchuan Lei family. You go there and bring the great medicine back safely."

After Xi Fu finished giving the instructions, he gave Chen Sheng a storage bag filled with spirit stones.

"Mr. Shen, is there anything big going on?"

Mr. Chen felt that this task was somewhat familiar, and then he remembered that Luzhu had done the same thing a few months ago.

From Fu Yunzi to the alchemist of Yaolu, he became more and more certain that it must be the elder of Yaolu who was controlling the general direction behind the scenes.

"Have you heard the news? You shouldn't, this matter is still in the planning stage."

Xi Fu was a little surprised. This was a big event for the outer sect and would not be spread outside. Even he only found out about it recently.

"What are you doing? So mysterious."

Mr. Chen told the story of Luzhu going out again and asked again.

Xi Fu didn't want to talk more, and said, "Let's talk about it when you come back. I'll try to find a chance for you."

Only the alchemist of the medicine house has the opportunity to participate. Although Chen Sheng is also an alchemist, he is only a deacon.

He is trying to push Chen into the circle so that he can at least have a chance to compete.

Hearing this, Mr. Chen stopped asking questions and instead set off to rush to the Lei family in Yinchuan.

(End of this chapter)