Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

The little tiger was overjoyed, but before leaving, he did not forget to tell An Qingli again and again that the next time An Qingli sneaked out of the sect, he must not forget to bring him with him.

An Qingli touched the tiger's head and secretly agreed.

"Master, remember to take me with you!" Little Huzi reminded again.

If the master enters the Wancheng Kingdom again, he must use the mustard space to sneak in, otherwise he will not be able to get through the two killing arrays outside there.

"Got it, let's go." An Qingli nodded again.

In the spirit animal bag, the little pegasus mocked the little tiger Moji.

Little Huzi finally let go of his heart, fluttered his wings and picked up a gust of wind, blinked out of the Grand Master Hall, and flew proudly to the nine-story pagoda.

Outside the grand master's hall, several elders had agreed on a few candidates and informed Qiu Xuanjing.

Qiu Xuanjing left with the list, and had to check the list again. The other eighth-rank alchemists bowed to the master in the hall, reluctant to leave.

Mochen Chu Yaohe entered the hall and closed the door, finally he could observe alchemy with peace of mind.

But An Qingli slapped the storage bag, first took out more than a hundred high-level spiritual plants, and lined them up on the long table.

These spiritual plants are all packed in high-grade jade boxes, and they are all the same kind of spiritual plants, and their ages are roughly similar.

"What does Grandmaster mean?" Chu Yaohe and Mo Chen stood opposite each other and asked respectfully.

An Qingli said indifferently: "The reason why the ninth-grade pills are difficult, first of all, is to accurately grasp the properties of the medicines. You may sort the more than one hundred spiritual plants one by one according to the number of medicinal properties."

Chu Yaohe's face showed embarrassment, he was not even an alchemist of the eighth rank, he could occasionally refine the alchemy of the eighth rank, but the success rate of alchemy was too low, he could not be regarded as a real alchemist of the eighth rank, so he did not go Study the spirit plant that refines Jiupin Dan.

Mo Chen lowered his eyebrows and said, "The master has the heart to teach, and the disciple is willing to give it a try."

An Qingli nodded and let Mo Chen take action.

Mo Chen took the lead, first took a jade box and set it up, and then according to his own knowledge, put the other jade boxes on both sides of the original jade box according to their medicinal properties.

Chu Yaohe looked carefully at the side. Although he didn't have much research on Lingzhi in front of him, as an eighth-rank alchemist, he had his own eyesight. Based on the feelings he had cultivated over the years, he had already noticed several things that were wrong. .

But Mo Chen seemed to be quite confident, and he acted decisively, and didn't think he was wrong in his judgment.

Both Chu Yao and Mo Chen felt that their own judgment was the right one, which is why, when several alchemy masters of the same realm gathered together, they fought red-facedly and refused to accept each other.

At the beginning, Mo Chen was still playing very fast, but the later it got, the slower it became.

When putting the last few jade boxes, Elder Mochen shook his head, he was really not sure, so he just randomly put them in the place where the medicinal properties were similar.

"Grandmaster, please correct me." Mo Chen also knew that something was wrong, so he sincerely asked for advice.

An Qingli brushed over those jade boxes with her hand, and picked out the misplaced jade boxes one by one, there were more than forty of them.

Mo Chen's heart was shocked, and he said more sincerely: "Please enlighten me, Grandmaster."

An Qingli returned the wrong jade boxes to the correct ones one by one, and explained the reasons in detail.

Mo Chen, Chu Yao and Zi Shi listened attentively, and nodded in agreement.

Especially Chu Yaohe, it was the first time he heard such a detailed art of knowing the grass, and he explained it patiently and meticulously, which was much better than his senior brother.

My senior brother probably knew it in his heart, but he didn't bother to explain too much, so he just asked his senior brother to take it aside and study it carefully.

If he wants to teach his disciples this skill, his senior brother can only outline the main points, and he is really far behind this senior nephew Qingli when it comes to the details.

After Mo Chen heard this, he was even more grateful. No wonder his unfilial disciple Ji Xiaopeng wanted to worship two masters at the same time. This Master Qingli, with concise and accurate words, is indeed good at teaching his disciples.

An Qingli talked for more than half an hour, feeling a little thirsty, Xiao Lingxi hurriedly made a cup of tea.

Mo Chen said with shame: "This should be my job, it's not good to let others do it for me."

An Qingli tasted tea and said: "It's okay if there are no outsiders around. But I explained it just now, and I can understand it."

"Understood." Mochen Chu Yao nodded excitedly.

An Qingli flicked her sleeves, disrupted the arranged jade boxes, and then said: "You each restore it once, and repeat the reason again."

Mo Chen, who was on the eighth rank, did his part and immediately said: "The disciples come first."

Chu Yaohe watched carefully from the sidelines, and at the same time reviewed it in his heart, but for some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if he had returned to the time when his master and the old man tested his homework.

An Qingli listened intently, quite satisfied, high-level alchemists, the acceptance is really different from ordinary people, otherwise they would not be able to reach the high level.

Elder Mochen passed the test smoothly.

It was Chu Yaohe's turn again.

Chu Yaohe made three mistakes, which is quite good, but when compared with others, Chu Yaohe inevitably felt ashamed, so with An Qingli's permission, he took out a book called "Yaohe Experience" from the storage bag. The booklet, took out the ink pen, and recorded the mistakes one by one.

For the next half month, An Qingli was teaching the two of them how to recognize grass, as if they were not in a hurry to make alchemy.

The two also knew that An Qingli devoted himself to teaching them alchemy, so Qin Fen was unusual. When An Qingli was in isolation, meditating and adjusting breath, the two were still discussing and reviewing what they had learned during the day, not wanting to make a mistake.

In the past, they only knew a vague idea about the medicinal properties of herbs, but An Qingli's recent teaching seems to have set a benchmark for them.

No wonder Grandmaster Qingli's alchemy rate is so amazing, no one can match grass knowledge alone.

In terms of knowledge alone, I am afraid that even Grandmaster Mu Sheng can't match it.

Sure enough, every alchemy master has his own set of unique insights.

With dark circles under his eyes, Mo Chen thought silently in his heart that if he really became a ninth-rank alchemist one day, he would probably be the best at refining and have the highest alchemy rate, which would be the relatively common ninth-rank Buling Pill.

Ninth-rank elixir, because of the rarity of the spiritual plants required, the price also varies. The nourishing pills under the ninth-rank are relatively cheap, while the price of the god-transforming pills under the ninth-rank is ridiculously high.

Chu Yaohe also had black eyes. Although the ninth-rank pills could not be refined, with the newly learned ability to know herbs, the success rate of the eighth-rank pills should be better.

An Qingli came out of the isolation and restraint to adjust his breath, and the two people with dark circles had already stood respectfully beside the case.

The corners of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly. He really didn't want to be a madman or become a Buddha. He ordered the two of them to rest cross-legged for three hours.

The two were still somewhat unwilling.

Little Lingxi opened his mouth and spat out a big bronze mirror, holding it up to let them see how he looks like a beggar.

The two of them were ashamed, and they performed the dust purification technique, shaved their beards, and after being forced to sit cross-legged for three hours to adjust their breath, their eyes were full of light again.