first executive

It was late at night, the temperature dropped sharply, a few stars were scattered in the night sky, the moon was covered by black clouds, and the small courtyard surrounded by bamboo was shining with fiery red light.

Feng Shuo paced around the room, shaking his head from time to time, muttering: "The body should not be, should not be..."

He walked quickly to the wooden table, took a look at the paper on the table, and said: "If his body is different, this prescription should also be improved."

……

Bai Zhui lived in the log cabin for three days, Feng Shuo didn't restrict his movement, he looked at the surrounding environment, there was a bamboo cabin next to the cabin, and the bamboo cabin was Feng Shuo's room.

Except for the trees outside, there is a bamboo forest, and Bai Zhui can't go too far, because Feng Shuo told him that he set up a lot of formations outside, not to prevent Bai Zhui from escaping, but to study the formations earlier. .

If Bai Chui tried to force his way in, physical torture would be inevitable.

He knew he couldn't rush, so he just sat in the small yard, looking for opportunities to practice again and opportunities to get out.

The conclusion he had drawn over the past three days was that there was little hope of either.

Feng Shuo is often not in the other courtyard during the day, and only comes back when it is almost dark, and the bamboo baskets on his back are always filled with various spiritual herbs.

On the fourth day, he didn't go out. He drove Bai Chui out of the cabin and fiddled with himself inside. Bai Chui couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, so he moved a stool and sat in the courtyard, listening to what was going on in the cabin. There was a knocking sound.

Until a voice called him from inside: "Su, go to my room and help me get the basket under the table."

Basket under the table?

This was the first time Bai Zhui entered his bamboo house, the door was not closed, he went in directly, there was a basket under the wooden table with four legs of different lengths, the size could be called a barrel.

Bai Chuan picked up the strap of the basket, and unexpectedly found that it was heavier than he imagined, not like the weight of spirit grass.

But for a person like Feng Shuo, Bai Chuan has no doubt that he will make some weird things, and he has no interest in opening them to have a look. He carries a basket with both hands and transports them to the door of his cabin.

"I'm coming in!" he called, and pushed the door open.

The cabin was filled with smog, and a gust of hot air rushed towards his face. Bai Zhui almost couldn't breathe. He held his breath so as not to inhale the poisonous gas by mistake.

"Hurry up, hurry up, close the door." Feng Shuo said without turning his head.

After putting down his things, Bai Zhui exited, and closed the door smoothly before he dared to take a deep breath.

Before he turned his back, the wooden door opened a crack, Feng Shuo said: "Why are you going out? Come in."

Bai Zhui was expressionless: "...Oh."

The temperature in the room was high, and Bai Chuan felt hot within a short while after entering it, Feng Shuo seemed to have finally finished his work, he stopped what he was doing, and performed the Qingchen formula, his body immediately felt refreshed.

He asked, "Have you ever practiced?"

Bai Zhui nodded.

Feng Shuo: "How does it feel to become a mortal from a cultivator?"

Feng Shuo would never discuss his feelings with him without incident. Under such circumstances, Bai Chuan reasonably suspected that he had other plans.

"That's not bad at all! Think about it, it takes you days and nights to reach the place you used to fly with the sword, and now you have to..." Feng Shuo made a pottery gesture with both hands. Action, "wouldn't it be unbalanced?"

Bai Chuan was on guard. He had never experienced the feeling of Yujian flying, but only knew that Feng Shuo's mood swings were suspicious. He said, "It's also a good choice to look at the scenery along the way."

Hearing his words, Feng Shuo's face instantly turned into hatred: "Son, are you okay? Ah? Don't you have any pursuit in life?"

Feng Shuo paced back and forth, saying: "Think about it, how glorious you were once, are you willing to be a mediocre person?"

He...is he persuading him to continue practicing?

Bai Chuan's heart turned, and he sighed and said: "Senior, what's the use of you talking about these things again, I am a useless person now, my spiritual root cannot be repaired, so I can't cultivate, people always have to look forward, you say these words , is just stabbing a knife in my heart."

Seeing that he still had the idea of ​​cultivating, but he didn't dare to think about it because of his spiritual roots, Feng Shuo immediately felt relieved, a sly look flashed across his eyes, he coughed twice with his hands clenched into his mouth, and cleared his throat.

"Do you know who I am?"

Bai Zhui raised his head: "Who is it?"

Feng Shuo: "...you've heard of the first-grade alchemist, Feng Shuo."

Bai Chui searched for the name in his mind.Feng Shuo, very familiar.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't realize that the original owner was a person obsessed with cultivation, and there were many ancient books, so it was not good for him to contact the system rashly in front of Feng Shuo.

Being familiar with the original owner, and being a first-rank elixir master, he must have had a lot of good fortune, Bai Zhui suddenly realized: "It turned out to be Senior Fengshuo! I, I..."

He looked like a fan saw an idol vest.

Pleased by his appearance, Feng Shuo raised his eyebrows and said: "Yes, it's me. Since you've heard of me, you should know that I not only practice pills, but also have superb medical skills. Now, I have a way to help You can practice again, do you want to try?"

It was the first time I heard someone boasting so much. He told everything Bai Chuan wanted to know. With a surprised expression on his face, he asked, "Senior, do you really have a way? But I haven't heard of a way to restore the spiritual root yet. ,this……"

Reminiscent of Feng Shuo's performance before, Bai Zhui vaguely knew that Feng Shuo was treating him as a guinea pig.

Feng Shuo looked away with a little guilty conscience, and said: "How can I compare with them? I have been living in seclusion in the mountains all these years, and they don't know it's natural——Where do you come from talking so much, I just ask you, don't you try?" try?"

To try, or not to try.

Bai Zhui only hesitated for a second, then nodded firmly: "Okay, if I can really recover my spiritual roots, I will definitely repay senior."

Although this Feng Shuo seems unreliable, but he can claim to be a first-grade alchemist, and his own strength should be not bad. After Bai Chuan went out, he had to find a way to restore his spiritual roots, but he happened to bump into him here. fate.

Of course, the possibility that Feng Shuo is lying to him is not ruled out, but he will come to ask Bai Zhui's wishes, and he did not directly force him to do experiments.

There are definitely risks in this method, and right now we can only give it a go.

Feng Shuo nodded in satisfaction, and opened the basket he asked Bai Zhui to bring in. It was full of insects and snakes. Bai Chui took a look and found that they were all kinds of highly poisonous creatures, many of which he had never seen before. alive and kicking.

With just one glance, Feng Shuo made sure that everything was there, so as to prevent them from running away, he covered it up.

Bai Chui: "..." It's over, it's over.

Feng Shuo was very excited, and led him to the other side of the furnace, where there was a bamboo tube inserted into the small opening of the furnace, and the dark green liquid flowed out to the other side of the tube. in the bathtub.

When the viscous liquid in the barrel reached a higher level, Feng Shuo waved to Bai Zhui, "Come."

At worst, he was poisoned to death by one bite, Bai Chuan gritted his teeth and went in, he took off his clothes and was about to step in when Feng Shuo stopped him.

"You will be killed if you go in like this, just wait."

Bai Chuan withdrew his dying leg.

The green thick liquid looks healthy, and it would be even healthier if you didn't put some weird things in it later.

Feng Shuo brought a box of black mud from nowhere, dug up a lump and paste it on his body.

Bai Chui asked, "What is this?"

Feng Shuo glanced at him and smiled mysteriously: "This is a good thing, it has the effect of repelling insects."

He half covered half of what he said, obviously, what he called a good thing, not only had the effect of repelling insects.

The black mud still smelled fresh, and the more Bai Zhui smelled it, the clearer he became.

After his whole body became black, even his face was not spared, he stepped into the bathtub, sat down and the water level just reached his chest, his long black hair was half immersed in the green liquid.

Feng Shuo picked up the bamboo basket, opened it and poured it in.

The sound of bang bang bang.

Bai Chui watched these things come into close contact with him, and his scalp tingled no matter how calm he was.

A black and white snake stood upright in front of him, as if weighing whether he could eat it.

Heh, the first few worlds were so gentle.

After Feng Shuo poured all the things in, he picked up the basket and told him: "No matter what happens in the middle, you must keep your sanity and don't come out in the middle, otherwise everything will be in vain."

He glanced at the furnace cauldron, and said: "These are all my treasures, if you dare to waste them, I will definitely not bypass you."

Bai Zhui responded, and he was relieved to control the heat of the furnace.

This is his painstaking effort after years of research, finally someone can practice it, he is only one step away from success, Feng Shuo is very nervous about the result, the fire only needs to be controlled once per hour, he has not left, and is waiting by the side.

Bai Chui hadn't gotten used to the feeling of those things touching him beside him, after soaking for almost two hours, he began to radiate a hot feeling from the inside out.

The hot feeling seemed to burn him, the heat from the dantian poured into the heart, and then spread from the heart to the limbs, Bai Chuan's hands clenched into fists at the bottom of the water, trembling slightly.

After one hour after another, the liquid was steaming upwards, and the black and white snake, which was still weighing Bai Zhui before, floated up from under the green liquid, motionless, as if it was dead.

Feng Shuo stared at the heat, and added several kinds of spiritual herbs to the furnace, and the amount was well controlled.

Bai Chui felt his whole body getting hotter and hotter, until his bones ached a little, he wished he could break his bones, and his forehead burst into cold sweat.

The liquid in the barrel submerged his neck, leaving only one head outside, and the liquid in the cauldron stopped as if calculated.

"Zero..." Bai Chuan called him weakly in his heart.

no respond.

Sure enough, the connection was cut off again, otherwise Zero would have blocked the pain nerves for him when he first started to suffer from pain, and he just remembered this.

The pain in his body was extremely painful, but his mind became clearer and clearer. Generally speaking, when the pain reached a certain level, the body's perception would disappear, but he didn't.

The skin seemed to be pierced in and pulled out by fine needles. His nails were deeply sunk into the flesh of his palm. Unwilling to give up halfway, he gritted his teeth and insisted...