The thirteenth experiment failed.
Summary of reasons for failure: three kinds of elixirs are extinct and no substitutes have been found...
Han Li wrote down the reasons for his failure in alchemy in the notebook. He did not feel the slightest bit of loss, nor did he feel the slightest bit of heartache for the loss of those precious alchemy materials.
But it was only thirteen times.
Try the experiment one hundred and thirty times.
As for elixirs that are hundreds or thousands of years old, they are worthless.
"Master, can you take a look at the effect of this pill? I think it has some effect!"
Han Li handed the failed elixir to Yi Xiaochuan in a white porcelain bottle. The failure only meant that it was not the Tongtian Pill, and some other unknown elixir could be refined.
Otherwise, how did the first person who refined the Tongtian Pills do it? It was just that he tried too many times!
"A kind of elixir that gathers energy. It seems you have found the right direction. At least it is not a pile of waste, nor is it poison!"
Otoshi Ogawa looked outside. It was already noon, but there was still a thick layer of fog.
Although there has always been fog in the mountains behind the academy, it has never been seen like today in recent days.
Seeing his master's doubts, Han Li put away the white porcelain bottle of elixir and said, "Master, I heard that the academy is opening today and we need to recruit one person to work on the second floor..."
"Oh, accepting a disciple!" Xiao Yi nodded, but suddenly realized that the master who was going to accept a disciple was not on the mountain now!
This is too casual!
Yi Xiaochuan looked at the fog in the mountains, which was also a large formation.
An incredible formation.
Even more amazing is the teacher in the academy.
He knew that, contrary to what people imagined, when the second floor of the academy was opened, it never mattered whether those who wanted to go to the second floor were students of the academy or people from the Tang Dynasty. The academy welcomed all challengers, regardless of nationality or school of thought.
Being able to enter the second floor of the academy means having the opportunity to meet the master and receive his personal instruction. This treatment is like the nectar sprinkled by heaven to the world, like honey in front of a bee's eyes. No one can resist this temptation.
Therefore, since many years ago, whenever the second floor of the academy was opened, young talents from both the Southern Jin Dahe and Yuelun Kingdom would travel thousands of miles to the academy to try their luck. And the strange thing is that the teachers and their ancestral countries of these young talents also kept silent about this matter.
The reason why these countries and sects remained silent was not complicated: they could not extinguish the yearning of the younger generation of talents for the second floor of the academy from the bottom of their hearts. They believed that the Master's character was as pure as clouds and his heart was as broad as mountains, and he would never interfere in the internal affairs of other cultivation schools. The more important reason was that they believed that the Master would treat all disciples of the second floor equally and would never hide anything from them.
"Master, why don't you see me?"
Xiao Yi muttered to himself, standing high on the dangerous peak and gazing at the foggy mountain path.
Some people climbed the mountain.
Step into the white mist.
A monk, about twenty years old, with a handsome appearance, wearing a tattered but cleanly washed monk's robe, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet. The edges of the sandals were almost rotten. One could imagine that these shoes had accompanied him through many poor mountains and bad waters and full of thorns. However, if you look closely, you can see that there is not a speck of dirt on his feet.
As white as a lotus.
"You're pretending quite well, you lecherous monk!"
Xiao Yi looked away and looked at the next climber.
This man had a good appearance and was dressed in fine clothes. He climbed the mountain with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery and walking leisurely, constantly surpassing the climbers in front of him. There was no pride or contempt on his face, just calmness, no matter how many people he surpassed or the young cultivator who was unconscious on the mountain path.
"Judging from his aura, he must be a child of destiny. However... he has a tragic fate, a hard life, lives in pain, and is frustrated... What a pity!"
Look at the next one, over... over...
The rest were all mediocre people. Xiao Yi turned his gaze towards the formation that had been fully activated.
Unable to figure it out from a distance, he walked down the mountain into the formation.
The art of formations can be imagined as the most sophisticated and complex electronic circuit. Once you learn it and apply it to other situations, you can learn something useful from even the simplest formation.
For example, the wooden gate in front of you.
"Your method of breaking the formation is quite ingenious. What's your name?"
Otoshi Ogawa looked at the extremely embarrassed but determined boy in front of him, and was impressed by his wit and tenacity.
"I am Ning Que, your Excellency. May I know who you are, sir?" Thinking that he was the teacher on the second floor of the academy, Ning Que bowed and said.
"It's you! My name is Otokogawa..."
"Sir, do you know me?"
"You've eaten the Tongtian Pill, right? How about I tell you your fortune?"
"I don't believe in fate..."
"My fate is in my own hands! I know, be careful, the next level is not easy..."
Watching him walk into the thick fog, Otogawa also headed towards the mountain.
Once I understood the big formation, I lost some interest in it.
He asked the scholar for a book on the secret formation of the formation, and in exchange, Otokogawa gave him a book called "Foundations of Physics".
"Cage? The magical power of Haotian Dao Sect?"
For Xiaoyi, the academy is really a great treasure.
All night long.
The so-called cage is one of the profound Taoist methods of Haotian Taoism and a secret that is not passed on by the Judgment Department. It is said that the cage method performed by the Judgment God himself is close to divine art. This kind of temple Taoism that forcibly changes the subtle direction of the vitality of heaven and earth, thereby controlling the opponent's activity space, once successfully performed, can deal with strong people whose realm is beyond that of the performer!
Enough to fight across the border.
It’s a very awesome magical power.
It has the same effect as Yan Se's awesome "well character".
Early in the morning, the sun had just risen from the east, and Otoshigawa was just about to use his newly acquired power.
Suddenly, I heard someone howling in the distance, with indescribable excitement.
"I... reached the top of the mountain."
"I... went into the second floor."
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"My past filthiness is not worth boasting about, but my present debauchery has no limits.
The spring breeze is blowing, and the horses are galloping. I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. "
"The ancients never lied to me!"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi let out a light exclamation, gave up the idea of verifying the cage method, and walked towards the young man named Ning Que.
"The moon shines brightly before my bed..."
"… "
"I think it's frost on the ground..."
"… "
"Look up... look... look at what? Do you know?"
"Gudong!" The boy swallowed hard, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were a little moist:
"Looking at the bright moon, I lower my head... I lower my head and think of my hometown..."
The chubby Mr. Twelve, Chen Pipi, trotted over and asked in confusion, "What kind of riddle are you guys playing? What is Mingyue? Can you eat it?"
"Haha, let me introduce myself again. I'm Yi Xiaochuan, Yi in A, B, C, and D, and Chuan in Zizaichuanshangyue."
"Ning Que, Ning Que is the one who would rather be alone than be careless. Senior, tell me, can I go back? No, no, I can't go back now because my great hatred has not been avenged..."