Chapter 1711 Application
Opening the furnace, adding spiritual materials, controlling the heat, accumulating elixirs, collecting Qi, condensing elixirs... Liu Qinghuan has been immersed in the elixir path all year round, and all his movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.
Xie Zhong, who had not yet left, was already stunned. The white medicinal gas was circulating in the room, making everything seem to be floating in the clouds. A unique and natural charm slowly filled the air, making people forget themselves unconsciously. He just followed Liu Qinghuan's movements and became intoxicated.
A layman looks at the fun, an expert looks at the door. Although Leng Rui was also stunned, he looked stunned and had a look of disbelief.
In fact, when Liu Qinghuan put the first spiritual material into the elixir furnace, the usually serious female cultivator frowned because the first spiritual material that was put into the furnace to refine the bone spirit elixir was not the mist silk used by Liu Qinghuan. Grass, but the spiritual blood of the blue-horned deer.
'arrogant! conceited! ’
His evaluation of the other party dropped a lot in an instant. Leng Rui put the elixir he originally wanted to take out back into his sleeve and decided to watch the man's shameful expression after failing to refine it.
However, what happened next was completely beyond Leng Rui's expectation. Not only did Liu Qinghuan not fail, but with the increasingly strong aroma of the medicine, the elixir was about to be completed.
Although the Bone Spirit Pill is a low-level pill, it is quite difficult to refine, and the more basic the pill is, the more you can see a person's level of pill refining and proficiency.
But Leng Rui couldn't understand the sudden appearance of this medical cultivator. He obviously didn't know how to refine the bone spirit pill because the steps for refining the pill were all wrong.
However, it can be seen from the opponent's flowing movements, the proficient use of various alchemy techniques, and the skillful way of handling spiritual materials that this person's alchemy attainments are definitely not low.
‘Is this person a master-level alchemy master? ! ’
A shocking conjecture emerged in Leng Rui's mind. Only the Grandmaster could ignore the elixir recipe and only rely on the medicinal properties of various spiritual materials. As long as the medicinal properties were perfectly blended together, he could successfully refine the elixir.
But there are only three master-level alchemists alive today, and she knows every one of them, but there is no such person.
Leng Rui couldn't help but shift his gaze to that person. His cultivation level was similar to hers. He was in the realm of Yinxu. His appearance was handsome but unfamiliar, and his demeanor was even more extraordinary.
"Bang!" A gentle explosion brought Leng Rui back from her thoughts. A large amount of white gas rushed out of the alchemy furnace. She blurted out: "So fast?"
"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan raised his eyes and stretched out his hand to call. Three ice-blue pills flew out of the furnace and fell into the jade plate in his hand.
"Thank you for your honor." He handed the plate out with a smile, and Leng Rui caught it with a complicated expression.
"The refining of the Bone Spirit Pill usually takes close to two hours to complete, but it only took you half an hour!"
Liu Qinghuan was surprised and said with a smile: "Maybe my refining methods are different from yours, but you can check the properties of the medicine. It should not be worse than yours."
Leng Rui was silent, picked up a knife from the table nearby, gently scraped off some powder from the pills in the dish, and began to examine them carefully.
"Master Leng, shouldn't the Bone Spirit Pill be gray-blue?" Xie Zhong lowered his voice and asked puzzledly: "The color he made is different, and it is much smaller than the Bone Spirit Pill. It won't Was it a failure?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Leng Rui scolded, and said to Liu Qinghuan apologetically: "Students are ignorant, I hope fellow Taoist will not be offended. If I am not mistaken, fellow Taoist has completely removed the impurities in the spiritual materials. , the elixir will shrink by nearly 30% and appear a clearer ice blue color.”
She put a little powder into her mouth, tasted it and her eyes widened: "Sure enough, as if it has been refined, the potency of the medicine has not decreased but increased, nearly twice as much as the common Bone Spirit Pill!"
Liu Qinghuan had never seen the original Bone Spirit Pill, so he just smiled in response: "As long as fellow Taoist is satisfied."
Leng Rui's expression became even more complicated, and he couldn't help but ask the question in his heart: "Fellow Daoist Liu is so superb in alchemy, perhaps on par with a grand master, why have you never heard of Daoist Daoist's name in the world of immortality?"
‘Because I came from the future time. ’
"Because alchemy is just my hobby." Liu Qinghuan said: "I prefer to travel around the world to find interesting spiritual materials."
Leng Rui obviously didn't believe this statement, and she asked with a straight face: "Then why do you want to come to our Senluo Wanxiang Academy to be a doctor? You know, life in the academy is very calm and boring, and most students Treat minor injuries and illnesses, and there will basically be no major problems.”
She glanced at Liu Qinghuan and continued: "Our remuneration is also very limited, so I can't imagine why our academy would apply for a small doctor position with your Taoist friend's cultivation?"
‘I seem to be acting too much? ’
Liu Qinghuan laughed secretly and replied: "Well... I do have some personal reasons and need a place to rest quietly for a period of time. Of course, it is purely a private matter, and there are no enemies outside who want to hunt me down, so it will definitely not endanger me. Come to your academy. You can consider it. If you don’t need manpower, I won’t force it.”
Leng Rui looked thoughtful and said after a while: "I can't decide on this matter. I need to ask the three deans for instructions. Fellow Taoist, please wait here for a moment."
He turned around and said to Xie Zhong: "Go and call Mo Ji from your courtyard and ask him to accompany an honored guest. Then you go back to guard, don't run around!"
"Yes!" Xie Zhong ran away quickly. Leng Rui took advantage of this time to chat with Liu Qinghuan for a few more words, asking about his origins in a subtle way.
He has been lurking in Senluo Wanxiang Academy for ten years. Although he spent most of the time looking through the academy's books, through books and conversations with students passing by, he also learned a lot about the "today" world of immortality, and he had already compiled a set Rhetoric.
He was simply born as a casual cultivator in the countryside, relying on his own efforts and opportunities to practice until now.
I don’t know whether the other party believed it or not, but he said it very frankly.
After a while, Mo Ji came, a tall man with a gloomy face. When he saw Liu Qinghuan, he just twitched the corner of his mouth. After Leng Rui left, he stood aside with his arms folded, showing no intention of talking to him.
The two of them sat in silence for half a quarter of an hour. Liu Qinghuan touched his chin and said, "You have a serious hidden injury, and it has been going on for a long time. If you don't treat it, your life span may be lost."
Mo Ji was stunned at first, and then became furious: "None of your business! You are..." He paused and realized that the person opposite him was higher in cultivation than him, so he forcibly suppressed the curse words on his lips: "I advise you, Your Excellency Don’t look around, and don’t worry about things you shouldn’t care about!”
Liu Qinghuan smiled and said, "I can cure you."
"You?" Mo Ji sneered, but couldn't help but hesitate and looked him up and down: "Uncle Leng is one of the best medical practitioners in the world of immortality. She can't do anything. Why do you say it can?"
Liu Qinghuan was about to answer when he heard footsteps. Leng Rui walked in and said apologetically: "Sorry..."