Cleaning the furnace is also very simple. There are some ashes and residues inside. Just brush it once and rinse it twice with clean water. At this time, Ning Ping also found that after breaking through to the second level of Qi Refining, his strength has increased a lot. He was a little worried about whether he could move such a large furnace just now, but he lifted it up easily. Every night, Ning Ping habitually came to the place where the storage bag was hidden to check it, fearing that there would be any accidents, but this was also in vain. Who would be bored to climb up here to play, and the hidden hole was blocked by Ning Ping. Who could find it if he didn't say it. With today's experience of observing alchemy, Ning Ping is very entangled at the moment. He really wants to leave immediately, but he is also looking forward to the alchemy. Not everyone has the opportunity to learn up close, or it is easy to get. In this mentality, Ning Ping spent every day quietly like walking on thin ice. The second day, Ning Ping just came to the alchemy room, and a load of spiritual rice was delivered. "Ning Ping, how was it yesterday? Was it fun to make the elixir?" Hua Wenyao said with a playful look on his face. He had been scolded by his master a lot. "It was okay. It was quite magical. It was very enjoyable to watch the spiritual medicines turn into a pool of liquid medicine." Ning Ping really thought so in his heart. But Hua Wenyao thought Ning Ping was just teasing him and laughed heartily. Although he was a little regretful that he lacked the talent for making medicine, he finally didn't have to suffer this boring torture again. After a while, Yang Qizhen also came over and started to get busy again.
Spiritual rice is the main material of the Bigu Pill. Because there are too many, it is definitely impossible to refine it all at once. After refining it again and again, plus the whole day yesterday, Yang Qizhen slowly showed fatigue. At a certain moment, Ning Ping suddenly clearly sensed a chaotic soul fluctuation from Yang Qizhen inexplicably, and the chaotic fluctuation was very similar to the chaos in his body after swallowing Uncle An's black soul. His face turned pale as paper. Ning Ping suddenly became nervous, and he kept an eye on Yang Qizhen's every move, fearing that he would suddenly attack and harm him. "There is another furnace of spiritual rice to be refined. You come and try it. I just feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe I consumed too much yesterday. Do you have confidence?" Just as the refining of a furnace of spiritual rice was finished, Yang Qizhen turned his head and asked Ning Ping. Ning Ping suddenly became nervous. It's here. I didn't expect this day to come so early. It's a pity that I haven't seen other pills being refined yet. But he said excitedly: "Ah~Okay, then Master, you take a rest first." "Put it here when you're done. I'll go to the study to take some medicine first." After saying that, he turned around and left the alchemy room without looking back. Hearing Yang Qizhen say this, Ning Ping was also slightly stunned. He didn't know what medicine he was selling in the gourd. After thinking for a while and not being able to figure out the reason, Ning Ping started to make his first pill. He really didn't expect that he could do it himself the next day. It really made Ning Ping a little excited, and even the worries in his heart were diluted. He exhaled his Yuanli lightly, and rolled all the remaining spiritual rice into the pill furnace, while his other hand kept controlling it at all times, so that the spiritual rice would not fall directly to the bottom of the furnace and turn into ashes. During this period of time, he often practiced the Yuanling Finger, and he also mastered a lot of methods of controlling Yuanli, and became more handy. Of course, he couldn't do it as freely as Yang Qizhen, but he learned it by imitating. Ning Ping tried hard to control the spiritual rice in the pill furnace. Because of his unfamiliar skills, the spiritual rice fell to the bottom of the furnace from time to time during the rolling, and turned into ashes in an instant, but after a period of time, he gradually adapted to the control method. After a while, the spirit rice was almost refined, slowly forming a ball of rich medicinal power, and it was also such a change that the medicinal power was also radiating from time to time, and then it was turned into nothingness by the high temperature. Ning Ping suddenly became flustered, trying to contain the medicinal power that escaped from time to time, and slowly mastered the control method after dissipating three layers of medicinal power. At this moment, Ning Ping controlled the Yuanli to form a sphere in the alchemy furnace, and the medicinal power transformed by the spirit rice was in it. As time went by, the medicinal power gradually condensed and formed a ball of liquid medicine. Finally, Ning Ping opened the furnace cover and waved his hand to introduce the liquid medicine into the vessel. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, but compared with the liquid medicine refined by Yang Qizheng before, the difference was obvious. The color was slightly turbid, and the difference was even greater in that the liquid medicine was reduced by at least 30%. Although he saw the difference, Ning Ping was still very happy. This was his first time to refine the elixir. Although it was not satisfactory this time, Ning Ping believed that he would do better if he tried a few more times. After refining the spiritual rice, another day was almost over. Ning Ping carefully cleaned the elixir furnace and left quietly.
Not long after Ning Ping left, Yang Qizhen came to the alchemy room and saw the refined spiritual rice medicine on the table at a glance. "Huh~" A surprised exclamation sounded in the alchemy room. Yang Qizhen's face had returned to normal. He picked up the medicine refined by Ning Ping and carefully examined it, and his face became more serious. "It's really a good seedling. I didn't expect that he could achieve this level in the first refining. Alas~" While mumbling, his face showed an embarrassed expression. You should know that this was just because the soul in the body was in a mess just now, and in a panic, Ning Ping was just distracted. Who would have thought that this kid really refined the liquid medicine. Although the quality is not very good, you have to know that he is just the first operator. When I first practiced alchemy, I tried five or six times to reach this level. So every alchemist is actually fed with a large amount of spiritual medicine or spiritual stones, and there are also failures in alchemy in the future. How can you withstand such consumption without a certain amount of financial resources? The next day, Ning Ping still came to the alchemy room early, but Yang Qizhen never came, until suddenly a voice sounded in his ears. "Come to the study!" Ning Ping felt extremely magical when he heard that it was Yang Qizhen's voice. The voice just now was like speaking in his ear, and it was unusually clear. Suddenly, I remembered the scene a few nights ago. At that time, Yang Qizhen exuded a wave of fluctuations. At that time, I didn't know what it meant, but when I turned back to assassinate Xu Zhi, I found that Uncle An appeared inexplicably. I guess this method was used to communicate with each other. Thinking about it, Ning Ping also came to the study. "This is the recipe for the elixir. All the elixirs refined by Chunhui Valley are on it. Take a day off today. You should remember this book. This is a top secret. Return it to me after reading it, and remember not to reveal it to others."