Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 212 Rare

The old man forges a new magic weapon in the secret room.

This is the inspiration he just had recently.

After the middle-aged man opened the wall of the secret room, Fu Xiaoyun walked in quickly.

Because of the old man's concentration on refining, he failed to discover Fu Xiaoyun's existence.

After the old man finished refining the magic weapon, Fu Xiaoyun stomped his feet. The old man found Fu Xiaoyun and explained to her the function of the new magic weapon.

Fu Xiaoyun listened patiently.

After the old man finished speaking, he remembered to ask Fu Xiaoyun why he came to the secret room.

"By the way, what are you doing here this time?"

Fu Xiaoyun blinked, showing a very innocent look, and said with a smile, "Master, of course I'm here to teach you the art of refining weapons."

The smile on the old man's face suddenly froze, he waved his hands and said, "Don't call me that, I'm not your master."

"You are a special refiner, and I am also a special refiner. Logically speaking, we should be peers."

"The usual communication is all about refining weapons, and there is no such thing as who teaches who."

"Besides, during this period of time, you have learned all the things I know, and I have nothing to teach you."

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After Fu Xiaoyun heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, calling your master why are you so humble.

Wouldn't it be a disadvantage to be her master?
Many people want to be, but she still doesn't know how to bark.

Saying that there is nothing to give to her, in Fu Xiaoyun's view, that is all an excuse, obviously he just doesn't want to teach it anymore.

But I think it's true, teaching her the art of refining, first of all, it can't increase my understanding of refining, it can only be regarded as a review, and second, there is no income for teaching others.

She is doing volunteer work for free all the time, if it were her instead, she would not be happy either.

What I taught her before can be said to be benevolent.

I have nothing to complain about myself.

Fu Xiaoyun is very open about this matter, she can learn a little bit, anyway, she is making money no matter what.

In a practical sense.

Besides, Fu Xiaoyun's main purpose of coming this time was not to learn the art of refining, but to come here for the rare alchemy.

Fu Xiaoyun took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally, and decided to carry on with shamelessness to the end.

If a person wants to achieve his goal, he has to be shameless. This has been practiced by many people.

Fu Xiaoyun blinked her big eyes, and said, "I heard that you seem to have a rare prescription..."

The old man's eyes flashed. He couldn't remember how many times he had heard this kind of words, and he didn't know where she heard it from.

The daughter-in-law has been in seclusion for more than ten years, and she doesn't know when she will be able to leave.

Before retreating, she gave herself the rare pill formula and asked him to keep it for her.

For so many years, Fu Xiaoyun is not the only one who has longed for this recipe.

The old man couldn't figure out what was so attractive about this recipe.

Out of curiosity, he secretly took out Dan Fang to read it, but unfortunately he didn't understand Dan Fang.

So naturally he would not understand how important this alchemy is to alchemists.

The old man frowned and shook his head slowly, expressing that he would not agree to Fu Xiaoyun's request.

Not even just looking at it.

This pill belongs to his wife, not to mention that Fu Xiaoyun is just a super craftsman now, even if he is the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, it is useless to her.

No is no, there is no room for negotiation.

"What kind of rare pill are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean at all. Don't listen to other people's gossip. It's nothing at all."

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(End of this chapter)