Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

When to integrate into the next spiritual plant, when to smelt and make a pill, every step of this requires a hundred or even a thousand times of perception, even if it is not bad, there is no guarantee that the medicinal power will not be half lost, let alone he Now the experience is shallow, and the perception of Lingzhi is not keen enough.

Wen Song held the tactic in his hand, but he didn't play it for a long time. He lowered his eyes halfway, thinking about how to make up for the shortcomings. The former cannot be changed, so what about the latter?

He is a water spirit root, water is the most soft under heaven, it can be compatible with all things, and naturally it can also make spiritual plants blend together, but water spirit roots can't produce pill fire, which caused him to have no control over all stages of alchemy Those monks who possess the pill fire are free.

One advantage and one disadvantage, one water and one fire, cannot tolerate but depend on each other.

It is said in "Dan Yuan Handbook": Those who practice the way of alchemy should use the alchemy fire as the base, supplemented by spiritual knowledge to enter the cauldron, with the alchemy cloud as the lock, and become the best of their own.

Because he couldn't produce pill fire himself, Wen Song had never tried to integrate his spiritual consciousness into a spiritual plant, but now he wanted to try it.

What if... that's okay?

Wen Song pinched out the alchemy formula, threw Crane Guicao into the medicine cauldron, and then separated a wisp of spiritual consciousness, and got into it.

Before he could feel the power of the medicine, he was pained by the scorching pill, which made him quickly withdraw his consciousness.

After the consciousness entered the sea of ​​consciousness, tears welled up in Wen Song's painful eyes.

"What happened?"

Wen Song heard Yin Su's voice and turned his head to look over, "Why did Su Su come up?"

"I heard you crying from downstairs." Yin Su looked into Wen Song's watery eyes and asked him, "What did you do just now?"

Wen Song whispered: "I wanted to integrate my spiritual consciousness into Lingzhi, but it didn't work."

Hearing the words, Yin Su's eyes sank. He had been injured a lot in the past, and because of this, he had studied a lot of medical books. He naturally knew how dangerous Wen Song's approach was. Ding, because their pill fire won't hurt you, but you are a water spirit root, how can you do this?"

Wen Song felt a little sad when he heard Yin Su's cold words, "Shui Linggen couldn't produce pill fire, otherwise, I would never be able to make high-level pills."

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears in his eyes suddenly fell, "No matter how hard you try, it won't work."

Yin Su looked at the water stains on the ground and walked towards Wen Song, "Don't cry."

Wen Song shook his head, he sniffed, and there was a weeping sound in his voice, "Susu is the best at everything, but I can't do anything well, even alchemy can only produce mediocre , I'm not jealous, I... I just want to become better and get closer to you. "

As he said that, he looked at Yin Su with tears in his eyes, "Su Su, I'm so... stupid, don't you dislike me?"

Yin Su: "..."

I despised it.

But I also know that I can't say this now, "I don't dislike it."

He took out a Supa and handed it over, "There are no absolutes. If you want to refine a high-level panacea, you can look for a water-type supernatural fire to refine it."

Wen Song took the handkerchief and did not move it. He looked at Yin Su eagerly and said, "Will Su Su go with me?"

Looking at Wen Song's wet eyes, Yin Su felt that if he refused, tears would flow from this stupid thing, "Yeah."

Seeing that he agreed, Wen Song unconsciously smiled, "Then you have to keep your word."

When he bent his eyes, a teardrop flowed from the corner of his eye and flowed across his lips.

Yin Su looked at the tear that was about to fall, stretched out his hand to wipe it away, and said "OK."

Wen Song felt the numbness at the corners of his lips, and was stunned for a moment. He touched the corners of his lips and felt a little wet, "Susu...will you wipe my tears for me?"

Yin Su twirled his fingers, but didn't answer.

He got up from the ground and said: "I'm going down, you should make alchemy here."

"Ah."

After Yin Su left, Wen Song's hand was still on the place he touched. He tried to swipe like Yin Su, but he didn't have the touch just now.

He thought about it, and blamed it on Yin Suzhi's callus from sword practice.

Two months later, the Yuntai Pill Conference will be held in the very center of Ciyou City.

After Wen Song got his wooden nameplate, he returned to Yinsu and waited.

In the first round, there are 48 groups of [-] people in total, and they can pass by Cheng Dan within the specified time.

Wen Song stood under the stage, carefully observing the way other people made formulas. While watching, he remembered these in his mind, and prepared to try it when he returned to the bamboo building.

Two hours later, the host of the alchemy meeting called Wen Song's name, "The seventh group, Lin Jinglan, Wang Fanshui, Chen Yu, Wen Song..."

When Wen Song heard his name, he turned to look at Yin Su, "Su Su, I'm going up."

"Well, don't be nervous."

After he came to power, the monks in gray robes sent Ling Zhi up in order.

Wen Song looked at the Lingzhi placed on the table, thought for a while, and then thought of the medicine he was refining. He took out the medicine cauldron and pill fire from the storage bag, calmed down, and began to make formulas.

When Wen Fu in the audience heard the name, his eyes narrowed. He swept his light eyes lightly, and set his eyes on the young man in black.

Although Wen Song's face had changed drastically, he could still see the shadow of the past from the outline. Wen Fu looked at the handsome young man on the stage, and lowered his gaze.

It turned out not to be dead!

What a fate.

The first person in this group to achieve alchemy was Lin Jinglan, and his level of alchemy was top-rank, so he easily got the jade card for customs clearance.

After he stepped off the stage, he came to Wen Fu's side, "Ah Fu, let's leave, the next game is not today."

Wen Fu pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, I also want to thank senior brother for being willing to fetch the medicine cauldron for me."

"There's no need to be polite between you and me."

He didn't have a good impression of this little junior at first, and he even hated it a little, but Wen Fu usually likes to run to him when he has nothing to do, and after a long time, those dislikes were melted away one by one, and turned into closeness...

"It's just that my brother was the most polite in the past, so I just said one more thing. How can I be polite?"

The ending of Wen Fu's voice was slightly turned upwards, and the ordinary words sounded a little more reproachful.

Lin Jinglan bumped into Wen Fu's rippling eyes, his ears were slightly red, but if he looked closely, he could find that there was no smile in Wen Fu's eyes.

When the two left, Wen Fu looked back at the young man on the stage.

Wen Song's thoughts were all on the elixir, and he didn't notice Wen Fu's peeping at him at all. After becoming the elixir, he also received a jade card.

When he got off the platform, he waved the sign in front of Yin Su, "Su Su, I passed."

"Well," Yin Su said, "Today is only the first round. The level of these people is uneven, and it's not very useful to look at it. Let's go back to the cave first."

Wen Song wanted to stay for a while at first, but after hearing Yin Su's words, he stopped thinking, "Okay."

The author has something to say: I will have more updates tomorrow, so today I will cry and cry~

感谢在2020-01-2623:55:19~2020-01-2801:25:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 wood and Zambichong;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：沐小白10瓶；木8瓶；326914553瓶；赞比冲2瓶；颐颐、欧气郑1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!