I seek death to dominate the world of immortality

Su Cheng couldn't help but murmur in his heart: It doesn't taste like shit? No, I haven’t eaten shit either.

In short, this food was not as bad as she thought.

It doesn’t matter if it looks good or not, as long as it works.

Su Cheng found paper and pen, wrote an experiment report, recorded the process of the first furnace, and summarized the experience.

Then, the second furnace starts.

In this way, by the fifth furnace, she was able to produce four low-grade Bigu Pills in one furnace.

Although the quantity has increased, the quality remains the same.

The appearance is still so ugly.

Su Cheng was puzzled and did not dare to try the last one easily.

After all, this was all she had left, and the poor sect couldn't produce any more.

Zhang Yuesong heard from Li Zhenjing that Su Cheng was learning alchemy by himself.

It only took less than a day to successfully form the elixir.

The old man was so excited that he quickly told the other elders the good news.

Xirou was teaching Shen Qingfeng how to play mahjong and was surprised when she heard what Zhang Yuesong said.

However, she was quite concerned about the fact that Su Cheng didn't join her, and she didn't want to show her appreciation.

Her tone was much calmer: "Elder brother, please don't get excited yet."

"The Bigu Pill is an introductory elixir for alchemists. It is easy to use."

"Even I, a dabbler who can reach the level of a heaven-level alchemist, can make six top-quality pills in one furnace."

"He can figure it out on his own to form a pill. He is indeed talented. There is no need to call him a genius."

Zhang Yuesong said displeased: "You have the nerve to mention your alchemist level?"

"You didn't know how many furnaces you had to blast before you formed the elixir?"

Shen Qingfeng, who was sitting next to Xirou, blinked curiously after hearing this.

Xi Rou coughed twice awkwardly and waved her sleeves to isolate Shen Qingfeng at the card table from their conversation.

She said displeasedly: "Elder brother, that happened so many years ago, why are you bringing it up?!"

Zhang Yuesong snorted and said, "You mentioned it yourself first."

His voice transmission could be heard by every peak in Yushu Peak Forest, but only Xi Rou responded to him.

He asked doubtfully: "Where are the second junior brother and fourth junior sister? Why don't you speak?"

Yueying was sharpening the knife and only responded with two words, "Busy."

If Su Cheng doesn't practice swordsmanship with her, then everything about her has nothing to do with her.

As for Zhan Fengliu, he did nothing and simply didn't want to talk to Zhang Yuesong.

He took off the jade flute hanging from his waist and threw it into the air.

The jade flute instantly became the size of a long sword. He jumped on the jade flute and left the Yushu Peak Forest.

He avoided Zhang Yuesong, not because of anything else, but mainly because he had seen the intention of his senior brother.

Zhang Yuesong told them this just because he was thinking about their pill furnace.

I want to get a better alchemy furnace from them and give it to my apprentice to play with.

As luck would have it, he happened to have a purple-grade alchemy furnace in his hand.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to give it to Su Cheng, but he didn't want to borrow flowers from Zhang Yuesong to offer to Buddha.

As expected, he left with his front foot, and Zhang Yuesong's back foot arrived outside Zhan Fengliu's cave.

He shouted outside the door for a long time, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Standing on the jade flute and riding away in the wind, Zhan Fengliu looked back in the direction of his cave, sneered, turned around and sped forward.

Su Cheng was at the table thinking about his lab report with extremely ugly handwriting.

Suddenly, a gust of night wind came.

She rolled the paper in her hand out of the window and flew away. Su Cheng hurriedly went out to pick it up. Unexpectedly, the paper seemed to have grown legs and kept flying forward.

Su Cheng kept chasing after her, making everyone impatient.

At this time, the melodious sound of the flute came from the distance, and the piece of paper fell to the ground.

Su Cheng's attention was attracted by the sound of the flute, and the movement of bending down to pick up the paper couldn't help but be a little slow.

The sound of the flute was as smooth as running water, flowing quietly in the air and slowly reaching Su Cheng's ears.

It is free and easy, broad-minded, and unlike ordinary sounds.

Su Cheng couldn't hear the happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy of the world from it, but only transcendent freedom.

She couldn't help but wonder, what kind of person could play such a flute sound?
  Her footsteps followed the sound of the flute unconsciously, and finally she saw a blue figure standing by the lake behind a bamboo forest.

Under the moonlight, the lake surface sparkles.

His back was like an immortal, ethereal and illusory.

If this were a painting, it would have been stamped with the poet's inscription.

If this was a film about ancient puppets, the atmosphere and artistic conception of this scene should be unique to the male protagonist.

This couldn't help but arouse Su Cheng's fantasy: Could it be that people from the upper world came down to play?
  The man turned his face sideways and said to Su Cheng outside the bamboo forest, "Who is there?"

The bridge of the nose is quite broad, the jawline is perfect, and the profile is a bit stunning.

Su Cheng stepped forward curiously. When he got closer, he saw the whole person clearly and was immediately disappointed.

She couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Second Elder, who are you showing off to in the middle of the night?"

Zhan Fengliu frowned: "What did you say?"

Su Cheng quickly changed his words: "No, no, no, I mean, you are so elegant that you come here to play the flute in the middle of the night."

Zhan Fengliu turned around and lightly opened his thin lips: "I have always been an elegant person."

Su Cheng nodded: "Ah, yes, yes."

Zhanfeng put away the jade flute and asked, "What about you? Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

He curled his lips and smiled slightly, with a pair of fox eyes, smiling with a romantic look on his face: "Is it possible that you were attracted here by the beautiful sound of this elder's flute?"

If Su Cheng liked this, he would definitely be moved by this smile.

It's a pity that she is a widowed king. She has been single for more than [-] years and has no trouble at all.

She shook the paper in her hand and said, "That's right. My stuff was blown away by the wind, so I went out to look for it."

"I happened to hear the sound of the second elder's flute and followed the sound."

Zhan Fengliu glanced at the paper, lightly hooked his two fingers, and the paper in Su Cheng's hand flew into his hand.

Su Cheng was unprepared for this and was a little unhappy: "Why do you take people's things so casually?"

Zhan Fengliu was quickly attracted by the content written on the paper and automatically ignored Su Cheng's disrespect as a junior.

"interesting."

He squinted at Su Cheng and smiled: "Who taught you to write this?"

Su Cheng grabbed his experimental report and said angrily: "You don't know it."

Junior high school teacher, high school teacher, university teacher, can she finish?

Zhan Fengliu automatically regarded Su Cheng as the master who taught her the art of traveling and cultivation, and did not continue to ask further questions.

He said: "You have summarized your experience well. I wonder how the elixir is refined?"

Su Cheng was a little helpless, "I have made five furnaces today, and the number of pills has increased, but the quality still cannot be improved."

"They are all low-grade Bigu Pills."

Zhan Fengliu said "hmm" and asked casually: "How many can be produced from one furnace?"

Su Cheng took out the pile of black mud balls from his pocket, handed them to him, and said, "Four."

Zhan Fengliu suddenly raised his voice: "What?!" (End of Chapter)