Longevity begins with alchemy master

Early the next morning, before dawn, Luo Chen got up from the bed.

It was foggy outside, and even if you listened carefully, you could occasionally hear a roar or two from inside the Million Mountains.

But these have nothing to do with him.

He will be very busy today or in the future.

The first is to deal with various medicinal materials in different categories.

Most of the medicinal materials bought from casual repair stalls are rough, and some are not even dried.

He put these things on the dustpan first, and took them out to dry when the sun came out.

Then there is Jasper Lotus Seed.

It must be peeled, as long as the lotus seeds are nuts, the skin is definitely not acceptable.

Holding the oil lamp on, Luo Chen peeled off one by one, and didn't stop until his eyes were a little dry.

I don't know if this will be myopic?

But I have already cultivated immortality, so I can't still get myopia!

After a lot of lotus seeds were processed, the sky was already bright.

After soaking the lotus seeds in the diluted chicken blood of the Chiyang chicken, Luo Chen took out a few dustpans to dry.

Living on the edge of the outer city, although not very safe, also has relative advantages, that is, the usable area is large.

When refining bigu powder, there is a process that actually smells very pungent. If it is refined in a crowded area, there is a high possibility of complaints.

Chen Laodao was complained more than once when he was tanning talisman skins at home, and he only managed to fool the manager with a few good talismans.

Luo Chen didn't have this worry.

The jade yam has to be diced, and a part of the slices has to be reserved, and this part is reserved for refining bigu powder.

Luo Chen is not the kind of person who puts all his eggs in one basket.

In the early stage of refining Zhongmiaowan, it can be expected that there will be many failures.

Even if they all fail, it is entirely possible to lose everything!

After all, it's just the proficiency of just getting started.

Under such circumstances, his original source of income must never be cut off.

The worst case is that he loses all his money, so he can at least rely on the income from Bigu San to maintain his life, and then make a comeback.

After the jade yam was processed, it was already noon.

At this point, it's time to eat!

Feeling the hunger in his belly, Luo Chen curled his lips.

It is said that immortal cultivators do not eat the grains of the world, but in fact they should be hungry or must be hungry!

After washing his hands, Luo Chen went into the kitchen.

Scooped a small bowl of crystal clear rice from the rice jar, and poured it into a small pot without washing it.

This is Lingmi, and one Lingshi can only buy ten catties!

He was reluctant to wash it, because he was afraid that some spiritual energy would be washed out.

Go to a hidden compartment next to the kitchen, press it, and a big hole suddenly appears in the ground, and a small underground storage room three feet square comes into view.

There is a small half fan of beef hanging in it!

The first-order monster scalper!

This thing is also expensive, and it must be a piece of low-grade spirit stone ten catties.

The reason why Luo Chen has hundreds of catties of meat is not because he is greedy, but because yellow beef is one of the main ingredients of Bigu Powder.

One catty of meat, plus a proper amount of ginseng, angelica and various medicinal materials, can produce five bottles of bigu powder, and then sell it for one spirit stone!

Every time he buys as much as possible, the quantity is large and cheap, and he stores it with ice cubes.

Looking at the small half fan of beef, Luo Chen swallowed a little.

Then, with a kitchen knife, I cut up the meat, and then took out some ordinary vegetables from the ice cellar.

Wash the meat and vegetables, dice the vegetables, and cut the meat into very thin slices, and finally put them all in a small pot.

Add firewood!

fire!

He made a tactic with both hands, muttering words in his mouth, and after about two breaths, a small fireball appeared in his hand.

go!

Puff.

The firewood in the hearth immediately caught fire.

This time it went very smoothly, like the fireball blasting the stove when I just crossed over, it should never happen again!

Luo Chen smiled slightly, quite complacent.

Glancing at the panel, he was proficient in the level of fireball, and his proficiency jumped from 268/300 to 269/300!

He has practiced a total of three spells now.

Water-type cleansing, wood-type entanglement, and fire-type fireball.

Among these three spells, Fireball has the highest proficiency.

This is not without reason.

At first, I just thought it was fun to cultivate immortals mysteriously, so I played with fireballs if I had nothing to do.

He has experimented with the effect of this spell. It is slow and consumes a lot of energy, but it is indeed powerful!

As long as it hits the target, it is melting gold and iron, burning bones and ashes.

But the premise is to hit!

A normal monk releases the fireball technique, and gets at least three breaths from the chanting spell.

Three breaths, the enemy is enough to kill him a hundred and eighty times.

Luo Chen was similar at the beginning, and every time he released it, he would consume one-tenth of his total spiritual power.

Only then did he understand why low-level monks seldom use spells to fight.

Either it is a weapon or a talisman, both of which are fast, consume less energy, and are no less powerful than spells.

After knowing this situation, he lost interest in low-level spells such as fireball.

However, as his proficiency increased every time he made alchemy and used the fireball technique to ignite fire, he felt that spells were not useless.

Like now, the energy consumption remains the same, one-tenth, but the speed has been reduced to less than two breaths.

And that's just the proficiency level.

What about perfect proficiency?

What if it is master-level proficiency?

So he would come here once or twice almost every time he could use the fireball technique.

Little makes more!

In some unintentional thoughts, the rice in the pot is almost ready.

Smelling the aroma of the rice, Luo Chen wholeed another piece of sour radish from the pickle jar.

A large bowl of stewed beef rice, full of aura, attractive in red, green, yellow and white, and a few pieces of sweet and sour pickled radish.

Sitting under the eaves, facing the cool breeze and the sun by the stream, you can enjoy your meal.

This is the time Luo Chen enjoys the most every day!

If there is no pressure to survive, no pursuit of longevity, such a meal every day is indeed a treat.

It's a pity that Luo Chen has no choice, he is a systematic man, even in the dark night, he will eventually radiate light!

Fuck, why is this thing so stinky!

The man who was destined to shine, clutching his chest, lay beside the stream and kept retching.

He didn't expect that the fire dog whip bought from Baicaotang could smell so bad after special treatment.

After putting on his mask, Luo Chen mustered up his courage and started to deal with the fire dog whip again.

While opening the epidermis with hands to apply special juice, he recited silently.

This stuff doesn't stink, this stuff doesn't stink.

It's a spirit stone, it's all a spirit stone, it's a fragrant spirit stone!

After dealing with a fire dog whip, he couldn't wait to rush to the stream.

vomit!

The processing of raw materials is a waste of effort and time, but it cannot be discounted at all!

It is even said that he is more critical than the technique of the refining process.

The reason is very simple, no matter how perfect your alchemy formula is, how exquisite your technique is, and how top-notch alchemy equipment is, if there is a problem with the material itself.

The final result is doomed.

Just like building a tall building, there are problems with the foundation, so what else is there to talk about.

It took seven days to semi-process and further process various raw materials to the point of perfection.

Luo Chen also took the time to refine a few pots of bigu powder, kneaded them into pills and packed them.

But I didn't plan to sell it this time.

He planned to sell Zhongmiao Pills together after they were refined.

In the next period of time, the iron pot containing some micro-spiritual ore will be cleaned and used to refine Zhongmiaowan.

Standing in front of the stove, Luo Chen put on an apron for himself with a solemn expression.

I bowed to the blackened kitchen roof, Second Lord Guan from my hometown, Lord Taishang, and Lord Dansheng from the local area, please bless me for success!

Open the pot!

fire!