The ancient journey of modern alchemists

At night, there was rain in the sky. In a small room, there was a huge specially made stove. There was a raging fire in the stove. There was a tank on it, and a tank that could accommodate three people.

The pawn was watching the fire from the side, adding firewood to the stove from time to time, looking worriedly at his young master sitting in the vat, is it really okay to burn like this?The young master thinks that we have no meat to eat and cook ourselves, right?

Yan Mo sat cross-legged in the big vat, with his eyes closed, his face reddish, his head covered with fine beads of sweat, everything from the neck down was submerged in the water, and there was a wooden cover in the middle to prevent the water vapor from evaporating. This vat was also specially made Yes, sitting cross-legged can just show your head.

In this medicine vat, Yan Mo put all kinds of herbs that he collected over the years, some were ground into powder, some were boiled into soup, and some were put directly. It took a lot of effort to collect it, and it took him countless efforts to collect it back.

The water has already begun to boil, and the heat is coming out from some small cracks. Yan Mo's expression began to change, his expression began to distort, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the pawn was worried, but he did not dare to stop his movements. In this situation, and thousands of times, no matter what happens, the fire must not be stopped.

Yan Mo felt that his whole body was not his own now. At first it was numb and tingling, but now he felt that he was on fire, or more precisely, there was a fire burning in his body, and he wanted to put his body on fire. The toxins that blocked the meridians in his body were refined and eliminated, and the medicinal properties were continuously gathered, pouring into his body continuously.

Although it was painful, Yan Mo felt joy in his heart. It was indeed useful. He could feel the toxins in his body that blocked the meridians gradually loosen.

Xiao Shi, you wait!You want me to die, but I want to live a long life. You make me a waste, but I want to become a peerless genius.

Yan Mo's body was not born with clogged meridians, but because Xiao's poisonous woman poisoned Lin, who was pregnant for nine months, and gave birth prematurely. When he came back again, Lin died of dystocia, his toxins were blocked in the meridians, and he was born waste.

However, there is no such thing as an unparalleled path. In his previous life, Yan Mo was a modern cultivator on the earth. He lived in seclusion in the city, and his spiritual energy dissipated and his cultivation declined on the earth. The sects that had been passed down for thousands of years began to disappear, leaving only one The existing sects no longer rest on their laurels, but start to share classics. As long as it allows everyone to practice better, the disputes between sects are indifferent, even under the library that ordinary people don’t know. A comprehension library for reference by practitioners.

What Yan Mo likes most is to study the treasures and classics left by these sects. This is the crystallization of generation after generation of cultivation power and wisdom, and it is unimaginable for practitioners living in this world of strong cultivation and aura.

Just like Yan Mo's current situation, his meridians are blocked. Yan Mo once saw a bold idea in a classic. When refining elixir, he configured medicinal materials to refine people and medicine together. Unfortunately, he failed in the end. The reason was not the problem of the prescription but the problem of the medicinal materials. Modern medicinal materials are too scarce, and many years are not enough, which led to failure and made his The son can only live a busy life.

This time, Yan Mo wanted to use this method to refine and eliminate the toxins in his body so that he could resume his cultivation.

The temperature is getting higher and higher, like there are thousands of ants crawling in the body, the toxins in the meridians become active, Yan Mo's lips turn purple, and his face is pale.

"Master!" The pawn stood up in surprise, anxiously not knowing what to do!

"Continue...continue" Yan Mozhen said with difficulty through gritted teeth, he began to exercise his mind and actively absorb the power of the medicine.

The meridians are very fragile due to the perennial blockage, and the toxins also follow the heart. Wherever they move, the meridians begin to be damaged, and the power of the medicine and the gradually inhaled spiritual energy begin to repair these damaged meridians, and the cycle repeats. The pain makes Yan Mo finally understand what dizziness is The past was also happy.

"Cui... Cuiyan" Yan Mo opened his mouth, trembling so much that he could hardly hear his voice.

"Hmm!" Tears welled up in the corners of the pawn's eyes, why is God so unfair to let his young master go through such hardships!

Opening a gap in the wooden cover, the pawn carefully poured the powdered emerald rock into the jar.

Yan Mo felt that his teeth were about to gnaw out. If Yan Mo could see his body now, he would know how miserable he is now.

The epidermis began to crack, like pieces of dead skin, once the medicinal power of Cuiyan entered, the cells multiplied and split, the flesh and blood began to grow again, and the skin continued to ooze blood and filth.