Rebirth villain just want to go

Heishui City restored calm faster than anyone imagined.

In just two days, everything became orderly.

Yan Guitu stood on the viewing pavilion of the city lord's mansion that had been cleared out, looking indifferently at the city that had begun to be gradually rebuilt.

Under his powerful force deterrence, Shu Yue and Taoist Nanhua became like them almost immediately.After learning that Yan Guitu possessed the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul stage, other scattered forces also expressed their willingness to obey the temporary leadership of the Baopu sect master and tide over the difficulties together.

Yan Guitu was not interested in power struggles, and after ensuring that everyone in the city was basically captured by his Nascent Soul stage power, he frankly handed over the ruling power of Heishui City to Wu Zhuyu.

Evodia's performance did not disappoint.

Perhaps it was because of his willingness to study or the day and night edification of following the old city lord, the leadership he showed quickly made up for his lack of cultivation, which made him affirmed by other monks to a certain extent.

If there are no other accidents, Evodia should be a very good leader.

Of course, definitely not a qualified teacher.

"As I said before, if you want to extract all the spiritual energy inside the purple water chestnut fruit, you must first roast them with fire, and then smash them in a sapphire bowl!" Ling Jiangyu smashed finger-sized purple water chestnuts in a bronze bowl.

Ling Jiangyu looked at him innocently with big watery eyes.

Wu Zhuyu clenched his fist, and then patiently explained after releasing it: "...Because the spiritual energy in the purple water chestnut fruit will destroy the spiritual energy of the purple water chestnut fruit when it touches the bronze vessel, the medicinal effect of the refined qi pill will be greatly reduced .”

"So it's like this?" Ling Jiangyu squeezed out a shy smile on his handsome face: "Thank you, Senior Wu, the disciple has been taught."

Taught ass, this sentence has been taught to Ling Jiangyu over and over again since the beginning of alchemy, and Ling Jiangyu is a very smart kid, how could he not even remember this thing?

"Do it again, just follow the method and steps I taught you just now." Wu Zhuyu resisted the urge to curse.

In the past few days, besides keeping an eye on the reconstruction work of Heishui City, he has to go to his brother to take care of him from time to time, and he has to teach Ling Jiangyu, a little ghost, the basics of alchemy.

If he couldn't beat Yan Guitu, he would have wanted to hang up Ling Jiangyu, a little brat, for a long time.

Wu Zhuyu thought to herself that he was also a person who made countless big disasters and made countless mistakes, why now he fell into the hands of a little devil like Ling Jiangyu?

After thinking about it, he came to a conclusion, maybe this is retribution.

Suddenly, a loud explosion beside him pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts.

Wu Zhuyu turned her head with difficulty, and saw that the alchemy furnace beside her had exploded, and Ling Jiangyu, who had been on guard for a long time, had nimbly hid behind the big tree next to her.

"Oh, I'm really sorry." Ling Jiangyu apologized in an insincere voice, "It seems that this alchemy furnace is not very strong. As a alchemist, you can't buy this kind of alchemy furnace for cheap in the future."

Wu Zhuyu's eyes widened slowly. The pill furnace that was blown up was a low-grade spirit weapon he bought from a master craftsman. Most people can't do it even if they want to fry a furnace. How did Ling Jiangyu, a brat, do it? ?

"How did it explode?" Wu Zhuyu pursed her lips and asked in a difficult voice.

Ling Jiangyu blinked his eyes as clear as a mountain spring again: "I accidentally stuffed two pieces of gold carbon into it."

This alchemy furnace is a low-grade spiritual weapon. If two pieces of gold carbon are stuffed too much, the pills in the alchemy furnace will be oversteamed at most. How can it fry the furnace?

Wu Zhuyu glanced suspiciously at Ling Jiangyu, who was full of innocent faces, and picked up a wooden branch from the side to check the mess on the ground one by one.

Every time he saw something clearly, his complexion became ugly. When he saw the last thing, Wu Zhuyu's complexion was already darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Conceived Spirit Grass, Seven Star Branches, Biting Vine, Replenishing Spirit Flower..."

Ling Jiangyu stuffed so many aura-filled things into it all at once, and added two pieces of gold and fine carbon, so it would be difficult for the stove not to explode.

Seeing the innocent expression on the little thing's face, Wu Zhuyu rubbed the center of her brows silently, and reminded herself repeatedly in her heart: "This is the disciple of the number one sword fairy, you can't beat or scold..."

After calming down for a few minutes, Wu Zhuyu let out a long mouthful of depression in his chest, looked at Ling Jiangyu sideways, and asked straight to the point: "Don't want to practice alchemy?"

Ling Jiangyu nodded frankly. Anyway, he had clearly shown his resistance to Dan Dao, and it was almost engraved on his forehead.

"Why?" Wu Zhuyu asked.

Ling Jiang Yu glanced at Yan Guitu, who was standing on the viewing pavilion with his brother and sister drawing breath into his body, and said calmly, "I just want to learn how to kill people, not how to save people."

Wu Zhuyu couldn't help taking a deep breath, and looked at Ling Jiangyu carefully again.

This kid's killing intent is so serious, it's strange that Yan Guitu refused to teach him swordsmanship first.If it is not good to sharpen his temper, I am afraid that in a few decades, this kid will grow into a serious problem in the realm of cultivation.

"Why?" Although she knew that it would be impolite to ask further, and that it might touch Ling Jiangyu's mind, Wu Zhuyu still couldn't hold back her curiosity.

Ling Jiangyu smiled lightly when he heard the words: "Of course it's because I want to kill someone."

Wu Zhuyu paused: "Then why didn't you tell your master?"

Anyone with eyes can tell that Yan Guitu is not bad to his three disciples, especially Ling Jiangyu, who is so spoiled.

"Master wants me to learn alchemy." Ling Jiangyu's eyes fell on Yan Guitu's face in the distance.

He is not stupid, he will not fail to understand why Yan Guitu wants him to practice alchemy even though he is best at swordsmanship.So at the beginning, he had no objection to Yan Guitu's arrangement.

Until he was sure that his master was the strongest sword immortal in the cultivation world.

The extreme longing for powerful power made him regret that he had agreed to Yan Guitu's proposal so readily.

Maybe if he was mediocre in alchemy, Master would change his previous decision?

Noticing Ling Jiangyu's gaze, Yan Guitu gently smiled soothingly at his disciple.

As for the alchemy furnace that had already exploded all over the place, Yan Guitu directly chose to ignore it.

After all, he is a novice on the road, how can he say that he is practicing alchemy without blowing up a few alchemy furnaces?

Wu Zhuyu: "...I think you should honestly confess to your master. With your current mind and thoughts, even if you are practicing alchemy, without a clear and pure Dao heart, the alchemy you refine will inevitably bring you With erysipelas, it is impossible to cure the disease and save the patient."

He didn't confess, the one who was tortured was Evodia.

Hearing this, Ling Jiangyu suddenly turned to look at him: "What did you just say?"

"Uh," Wu Zhuyu was worried that what she just said had hurt the child's self-esteem, after all Ling Jiangyu was still young, and she was still a flower in the future of Xiujie.He softened his tone a bit, "I mean, alchemy is no different than others, and the pills refined are used to cure diseases and save people, so practicing alchemy requires a higher state of mind for monks..."

Ling Jiangyu waved his hand and interrupted Wu Zhuyu: "What do you mean by erysipelas?"

"It's three-point poison. In the process of refining elixirs, ordinary alchemists will inevitably produce erysipelas in the elixirs. Erysipelas can also be divided into strengths and weaknesses. A monk who is good at alchemy can combine the impurities in the elixirs with the The toxins are minimized, this is what we usually call the level of the elixir. The product is the effect of the elixir, the stronger the effect, the higher the drug, and the quality of the elixir, the less the erysipelas, the higher the level of the drug, understand?" Seeing that Ling Jiangyu seemed to be interested, Wu Zhuyu explained it to him in detail.

Ling Jiangyu nodded thoughtfully: "Then if a large amount of erysipelas is produced, what effect will erysipelas have?"

Wu Zhuyu didn't know why, but continued to tell him: "For example, if the Yiqi Dan we are refining now produces erysipelas, the erysipelas will delay the monk's absorption of external spiritual energy and slow down the progress of the monk's cultivation. But now I am Jin As a monk in the Dan period, the Yiqi Pill, the lowest-level yellow-ranked pill, can be completely free of erysipelas."

In addition to lecturing, he did not forget to show off his strength.

Ling Jiangyu's eyes lit up, but the focus is not on the same channel as Evodia: "If the composition of erysipelas is large enough, will it make monks completely lose their sense of external aura?"

Wu Zhuyu nodded hesitantly: "In theory, that's true, but I don't know the specific situation. After all, Danxiu usually tries to find ways to reduce erysipelas in the refined elixir. Erysipelas increased..."

He suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, and suddenly turned his head to look at Ling Jiangyu: "...what are you thinking, kid?" Ling Jiangyu moved his wrist, turned his head and smiled sweetly at Wu Zhuyu: "I was thinking, Alchemy seems to be a very good choice. Let's continue, senior."

Seeing the innocent and harmless smile on the face of the pretty boy in front of him, Wu Zhuyu couldn't help shivering.

He seems to have made a small mistake?

The young man in front of him is definitely not the future flower of Xiujie, this is a piranha!

Of course, I can't meet Wu Zhuyu at the moment, because one of his unintentional words has created an erysipelas monk who will be famous among gods and demons in the three worlds in the future.

Yan Guitu, who knew nothing about what happened here, went to check the little apprentice's practice progress after teaching Si Huanian and Yun Junmei the simplest method of drawing Qi into the body.

The little boy was weighing the medicinal materials with a small silver scale, looking so serious that he didn't even know that Yan Guitu was walking behind him.

Wu Zhuyu was about to say hello to Yan Guitu, but the latter raised his hand slightly, signaling him not to disturb the busy Ling Jiangyu.

The words Wu Zhuyu wanted to remind Yan Guitu stuck in her throat.

Yan Guitu watched with satisfaction his little disciple's process of concocting medicinal materials from unfamiliarity to proficiency, and nodded with satisfaction, as if he saw the future alchemy power of the world of cultivation is thriving bit by bit.

In Evodia's eyes, a small poisonous seedling soaked in poisonous juice from inside to outside is sprouting happily...