Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Xun Wenhong was depressed because of Su Wudao's blindness in one eye, and wanted to get drunk to relieve his worries.

Seeing this, Wei Canglan was not in a hurry to say that he wanted to use his alchemy furnace to quench the fire, so he could only sit down, chat and drink with Xun Wenhong.

But while drinking, Xun Wenhong began to use the strength of alcohol to relieve his depression, and even had tears in his eyes.

He said a lot, all about Su Wudao.

It is said that when the boy first went up the mountain, he was just a fool in the mountains. He didn't understand anything, and he didn't know anything. The requirement to compete with others.

Fortunately, the head teacher is broad-minded, and he took it with a kind smile. If it were other narrow-minded monks, Su Wudao would have been slapped and sent flying to nowhere.

When talking about this, Xun Wenhong is like an old father, remembering the little things he used to get along with his son, which seems to be moving, but also feels sad.

There were tears in his eyes, but they didn't stay.

Maybe it's because of my identity, maybe it's really too sad.

Xun Wenhong, who had lived for more than a hundred years, slowly lay down on the wine table.

Wei Canglan was also in a daze, but when he failed to wake up the other party, his eyes gradually became clear.

That's it?

Sure enough, wine without distillation technology really doesn't feel much.

Wei Canglan pouted.

In his previous life, he was socializing in the company, but he was a famous drunkard, anyone who dared to persuade him to drink would be looking for death.

Taking a look at the sundial in the yard, and realizing that only an hour had passed, Wei Canglan shook his head, calmed down those sad emotions, got up and prepared to enter the alchemy room inside.

At this moment, Dao Tong came over, about to clean up the leftovers on the table, and Wei Canglan happened to say hello to him:
"This seat needs to borrow the alchemy room and alchemy furnace of Xun Wenhong's first seat."

"When the old man wakes up, you must tell him."

The Taoist bowed respectfully:
"The disciple understands."

Wei Canglan nodded slightly, and walked into the alchemy room.

Looking around, Wei Canglan found that Xun Wenhong had added several stoves at some point, all of which looked very solemn and simple.

It's a pity that Wei Canglan knew at a glance that these were rubbish, and they were used by Xun Wenhong to practice.

The old guy's most precious stove is placed in the center of the alchemy room. It looks dark and unremarkable, but Wei Canglan is even the treasure of this thing.

As for how to know.

Ha ha.

Let's also mention that during the Chinese New Year, Wei Canglan set off fireworks for Tang Canxi.

Among them, the one with the best explosion effect is this Wuwu pitch-black pill furnace that looks similar to a boiler.

If this thing is quenched, not to mention the demonic energy, even if the demon god comes, it is estimated that it will not be able to withstand it.

Without much hesitation, Wei Canglan walked to the alchemy furnace, lifted the lid, and checked whether there were any foreign objects inside.

Taking a closer look, I found that there happened to be some residue of alchemy inside, which was regarded as the primer of the fire.

Slowly closing his eyes and activating his aura, Wei Canglan raised his hand and pointed his finger at the mouth of the stove.

The spiritual energy flowed into the alchemy furnace along the fingers, and as soon as it came into contact with the residue, a magnificent flame intertwined with red and blue rose instantly.

Look, it's just different.

All good stoves have different flames.

Ordinary monks alchemy, the flame is orange red.

For an awesome monk, there will be more colors.

There are even people who have turned it green.

Very evil.

In short, when refining alchemy, the more strange the color of the flames, the better the elixirs that come out.

Wei Canglan brought a stool, sat in front of the stove, and patiently waited for the temperature of the flame to rise.

About half a stick of incense, the stove was reddened by slow fire.

Wei Canglan felt that the heat was almost ready, so he took out the buried sand scorpion bone from the ring, put it in his palm and looked at it carefully.

Just because of such a small tailbone, he went deep into the barren land, encountered the sand bone tribe, got involved in the battle of the Meihu Sect's city defense, and fought against the demon god Ligu, almost dying.

Just because of such a little baby, he almost said goodbye to this time-traveling life.

At this moment, looking at the scorpion bones buried in the sand, Wei Canglan felt as if he had passed away.

Ugh.

Three disciples.

For you, I have paid too much to be a teacher. You must strive to be a master, and you must become a great master in cultivating immortals. If something happens in the future, you will have to cover yourself as a teacher.

Wei Canglan's eyes closed, his heart froze, and he threw the sand-burying scorpion bone into the alchemy furnace.

call--

Immediately, the flame rose to several heights, burning like the sound of the wind whistling, accompanied by a crackling sound.

Wei Canglan stared at the alchemy furnace closely, frowning, feeling a little apprehensive.

This is still crackling.

Will it be a fryer?

This stove is Xun Wenhong's favorite thing.

The fireworks set off last time gave him a lot of distress.

If this blows up, he won't be able to cut me?

The point is, the sand-buried scorpion bone inside is nothing to worry about.

I worked so hard to get it back.

According to the ancient records, it can be quenched with an alchemy furnace, which is correct.

Don't cheat me so much.

Just as Wei Canglan muttered silently in his heart, he heard an explosion in his ear.

boom--

The soaring flames shot out from the alchemy furnace, punching a big hole in the roof.

Wei Canglan raised his head, looked at the blue sky through the hole, and forced a smile on his face.

Ah this...

It's not a fryer, is it?

Looking down, Wei Canglan saw that the stove cover had disappeared, the raging flames inside were still burning, and the bones of the burial scorpion inside were not damaged at all, lying quietly in the fire.

so far so good.

This baby is fine.

But what's the matter with this stove?Getting angry with me?
What does flame mean.

Suddenly, the door of the alchemy room was opened, and Xun Wenhong, who smelled of alcohol, walked in. After seeing the hole in the roof, he sobered up and asked in surprise:

"Canglan, don't you want to destroy the uncle's alchemy room?"

Wei Canglan looked embarrassed:
"Uncle, Cang Lan wanted to quench the treasures of heaven, material and earth, so I borrowed your alchemy furnace, but I didn't think of something. The alchemy furnace seems to be out of control."

When Xun Wenhong heard this, his face turned green:

"Canglan, what did you say?"

"Quenching Heaven, Material and Earth Treasure?"

"I can't, I can't."

"Then precious thing, why do you use my stove to quench it..."

As Xun Wenhong said, he hurried to the stove and looked inside with regret.

Xun Wenhong froze in place when he noticed wisps of devilish energy growing from the scorpion bones buried in the sand and dissipating in the flames.

"This...how could this be..."

"Using my furnace, I can quench the sand-buried scorpion bones... How is this possible? My pill furnace should not be of high grade."

"and many more!"

Xun Wenhong turned his head and looked at Wei Canglan with the eyes of a monster.

"Canglan, what did you use to light the fire?"

Wei Canglan looked puzzled:
"Just use Cang Lan's aura."

After hearing this, Xun Wenhong was relieved.