Above the dining table, Xiao Yan glanced diagonally at the opposite side, who was biting the food fiercely. With a mouthful of silver teeth, Xiao Yu, who made a little crunching sound during the meal, curled his lips and recalled the strange and wonderful feeling before, with his right hand. His fingers touched his palm involuntarily.
On the opposite side, Xiao Yu, who had been staring at Xiao Yan fiercely, saw that his behavior, on his pretty face, suddenly alternated with blue and red.
Looking strangely at Xiao Yu, who was gritting his teeth, and then at the casual Xiao Yan next to him, Xun'er frowned in doubt, and then helplessly shook his head, chewing slowly and slowly swallowing the food in her small mouth. Down.
His gaze jumped over Xiao Yu and stopped on Xiao Ning next to her. At this moment, this guy was full of joy. The curvature of his mouth was almost half the length of his face. He flicked his fingers on the side of the table, and Xiao Yan was there. Gloating in his heart: "This guy should have already got the foundation building spiritual liquid? But he doesn't seem to know that the spiritual liquid does not have much effect on fighting Qi above eight levels..."
He smirked and shook his head. Xiao Yan's gaze swept around with some boredom, looking at the smiling father and others at the table, and he was full of wonder: "Aren't family dinners held only on some festivals? Today is there. What's so festive? Is it possible to spend a high price to buy the foundation building liquid, is it worth celebrating?"
The cranky Xiao Yan naturally didn't know that the family dinner this time was precisely because of the words that the mysterious man in black robe he turned into today said at random when he had the opportunity to cooperate.
Cooperating with a second-grade or above pharmacist, the Xiao family will get a profit that most people are jealous of. Maybe, they can also use this to jump up and overtake the other two families. Therefore, it is no wonder that they are calm and calm. Father, it was so happy, and the elders had already laughed from ear to ear, and their slightly squinted old eyes were obviously confused by the pie that fell from the sky.
The dinner party slowly ended in a festive atmosphere, and when he saw his father wave his hand, Xiao Yan immediately jumped off the chair, ran out of the hall first, and then ran straight to his room without looking back.
Soon after Xiao Yan left, Xiao Yu gritted his teeth and chased him out, but he didn't see a half figure. In desperation, he stomped his feet bitterly and left with anger.
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After returning to his room and taking a bite, Xiao Yan, who had gained a lot of wisdom, did not ask Yao Lao to condense medicine immediately. After closing the doors and windows, he rolled onto the bed lazily and fell asleep.
When the night fell and everything fell asleep, Xiao Yan who was lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, jumped off the bed vigorously, took out the medicinal materials hidden in the cabinet, carefully placed it on the table, then turned his head and looked at it as if Yao Lao, who is usually a ghost suspended one foot from the ground, asked softly: "Teacher, is it all right now?"
"You finally learned to be more careful. Refining medicine requires a very quiet environment. If you are disturbed, the consequences will be very serious. I won’t be hurt by any backlash now, but when you learn how to refining medicine in the future, if you are still so careless. , I'm afraid it will be a matter of time before he loses his life." Yao Lao walked to the table, touched various materials with his illusory palm, nodded slightly, his tone was slightly harsh.
Somewhat embarrassingly, Xiao Yan nodded his head in an educated way.
Seeing Xiao Yan's obedient appearance, Yao Lao breathed a sigh of relief, his palms spread out flat, slightly silent, white flames slowly rising up.
The soul perception constantly controls the temperature of the flame. Yao Lao took advantage of this free time and glanced at Xiao Yan curiously looking at the flame in the palm of his palm. Color, to distinguish his rank."
"A general pharmacist has a light yellow flame. The higher the grade, the darker the color and the stronger the power."
Hearing this, Xiao Yan blinked, pointed his finger at the flame in Old Yao's hand, and asked in amazement: "Then teacher's, how can it be white?"
"Hehe, what I said earlier was the flames commonly seen in pharmacists. However, in pharmacists’ ***, besides relying on the strong vindictiveness to catalyze the flames, there is another kind of..." Older Yao smiled slightly. There was a slight arrogance in his smile.
"That is, borrow fire!"
"Borrowing the fire?" The meaning of a familiar term is to make Xiao Yan's face confused, so can the fire of refining medicine be borrowed
"Yes, it's just borrowing fire." Nodding heavily, Yao Lao smiled and said: "In this vast world, there are some strange fires from heaven and earth, maybe it is the cluster of flames carried by the center of the meteorite, or it may be a volcano. In the depths, lava fires that have been burnt for thousands of years... These abnormal fires are a bit more powerful than the flames catalyzed by vindictive energy. Refining the medicine can also increase the power of the pill. However, These different fires in the world are extremely violent, and it is rare to see each other by chance, and even if you see it, it is extremely difficult to use it for your own use."
"Many pharmacists have searched for the abnormal fire for a lifetime, but they have never gotten what they wanted. After all, if you want to control the abnormal fire, you need to introduce the flame into your body, and the different fires are all things of violent destruction. It is a metal material that is famous for its sturdiness and cannot withstand the calcination of different fires, not to mention the fragile flesh of people... Such behavior is undoubtedly setting fire to self-immolation. Therefore, there are only a few lucky ones who are lucky. Coincidentally, they can refine a small cluster of different fires and cultivate them into their own kind of fire, and these people, without exception, are leaders in the medicine refining world..."
He was a little dizzy. After a while, Xiao Yan licked his lips, staring closely at the white flame in Old Yao's hand, feeling it carefully, it seemed that there was an icy illusion.
"Teacher's flame must also be a different kind of fire, right?" Xiao Yan asked tentatively.
"Haha." When he mentioned his flames, Yao Lao Lao's face was slightly shining, and his eyes were fierce. There are twenty-three types. My fire is the eleventh "Bone Spirit Cold Fire". This kind of abnormal fire can only survive the extreme cold and extreme yin when the sun and the moon alternate every 100 years. To meet..."
"Bone spirit cold?"
Looking at the tumbling white flames without blinking, Xiao Yan muttered softly.