Alchemy hall, Dan Sutra Pavilion.
"Who, wipe it quickly and don''t look around!"
A young man in yellow robe pointed at a grey robed factotum disciple in an old age and shouted at him like a general in war. Although the factotum disciple didn''t wipe the Scriptures and didn''t belong to him, it was very enjoyable to instruct others.
As an official disciple of the alchemy academy, it''s normal for him to look down on these non gifted factotum disciples.
The grey robed factotum disciple bowed his head without any protest and quickly wiped volumes of Dan scriptures. When the Yellow robed boy went to the second floor to select scriptures, he raised his head and showed a handsome cheek.
His face was full of disdain and disdain. "What''s the air? I can still become a formal disciple when I steal these Dan sutras!"
This factotum disciple is named Wu Feng. His parents died early when he was 16 years old. When he was 13 years old, he entrusted him to zhuyinzong. Because of his mediocre qualification, he was assigned to the alchemy yard by zhuyinzong and became the lowest factotum disciple.
The so-called factotum disciples are specialized in doing chores, diving, cutting firewood and cooking, washing clothes for formal disciples and so on.
Formal disciples only need to concentrate on practice every day and don''t waste time on these mundane things.
Seeing that there was no one around, Wu Feng immediately stopped to wipe, took out the scripture "Fundamentals of alchemy" in his arms and read it carefully.
"In alchemy, we pay attention to the three in one of fire, furnace and material."
"Collocation, integration and absorption..."
Wu Feng saw it with interest. Suddenly, a slight footsteps sounded. He was immediately surprised. He immediately stuffed the Scriptures into his arms and continued to wipe the Scriptures carefully.
"Wipe carefully, don''t look around." it turned out that the young man in yellow robe chose the Scriptures and was ready to leave the Danjing Pavilion. "If the scriptures can''t be cleaned, what can he do?"
Wu Feng lowered his head and seemed to listen.
Seeing this, the young man in yellow robe nodded with satisfaction, said "children can be taught", and walked away.
Wu Feng looked at him and then turned his mouth. He knew that entanglement with such people would only waste his time.
He took out the Scriptures again and ran happily to the darkest corner of the Danjing Pavilion. Even if someone came in, he wouldn''t see him for the first time.
"What is this?" Wu Feng was just about to squat down. Suddenly, he saw a dark thing at the angle between the two bookshelves, which seemed to be a stone.
Dan Sutra Pavilion is often cleaned. There are only Dan sutras here. How can there be stones?
Wu Feng lowered his body and reached out to touch it. His tentacles were cold and smooth. It seemed to be an oval stone. As soon as he made a force with his fingers, he immediately grabbed the black stone out.
"En?" Wu Feng looked at it. It was not a stone. It was clearly a mask, just like the one worn by the actors on the stage.
But I don''t know how long this mask has been here. It''s covered with spider webs and dust. It''s dirty.
"What crap? There are people singing in the alchemy yard?" Wu Feng looked at it casually and lost interest. He threw it at his feet first and cleaned it out when he left later.
He continued to concentrate on the Scriptures.
The sun is setting and gradually getting dusk.
Wu Feng saw his neck ache. When he looked up, he found that it was very late. When he was about to put the Scriptures back, he was ready to leave with a bucket and rag. Halfway through, he remembered the dirty mask. He immediately returned to the Danjing Pavilion, took it out, threw it into the bucket and took it away.
Returning to the residence of the factotum disciple, Wu Feng had no time to rest and immediately went to the kitchen to cook. Because he was good at cooking, he was specially responsible for cooking.
Others are responsible for chopping firewood or carrying water. If some people have good knife skills, they can also get an easy job of cutting vegetables.
When the food was ready, Wu Feng and a dozen other factotum disciples stood quietly waiting for the formal disciples to finish eating and collect the bowl.
It was not until late at night that Wu Feng lay in bed. After a hard day, he was sore and soft all over. He almost fell asleep as soon as he lay down.
In the dead of night, a cold wind suddenly blew.
In the bucket at the door of Wufeng, the water suddenly turned rapidly, and a bright blue light floated out of the bucket. Fortunately, there was no one at the moment, otherwise you would be stunned.
The suspended blue light was prominently emitted from a strange mask.
"After energy recovery, start..."
"Lock the breath of life..."
The mask was like a living creature. Suddenly, it flashed, jumped in from the window and pasted it on Wu Feng''s face.
"Identify lineage, Terran."
"Qualified."
"The spirit is locked and recognizes the Lord!"
A strange scene appeared. I saw a scarlet light on the mask. It was close to Wu Feng''s skin, slowly penetrated into it, and finally disappeared completely!
The night is deep, all this seems to have never happened, full of mystery.
……
"Wu Feng, Wu Feng!"
Before he woke up, Wu Feng heard someone shouting at him outside the door. He got up reluctantly and opened the door. He was Zhang xiaobiao, a disciple who worked as a factotum with himself.
"What''s the matter?" Wu Feng looked unhappy and yawned.
Zhang xiaobiao said anxiously, "go and change your clothes. Master Huang failed to refine pills this morning. He is angry. We are responsible for cleaning up. If you go late, there will be no good fruit to eat."
"Master Huang?" Wu Feng woke up, quickly ran to the room to change his clothes, and hurried with Zhang xiaobiao.
In the alchemy hall, master Huang is one of the few authentic alchemists who can refine first-order pills. Even those who practice martial arts the day after tomorrow should be polite to him and dare not neglect him.
They quickly came to master Huang''s Alchemy room. The door was open. A Taoist in yellow sat inside, looking at a tripod medicine stove with an iron blue face.
There was a faint burning smell in the medicine stove. It was obvious that alchemy failed and the materials were wasted.
"You two, what are you doing? Come in and clean up!" a young man in yellow robe shouted at Wu Feng.
Wu Feng looked up and found that it was the young man he met in the Danjing Pavilion yesterday. He frowned secretly in his heart, but his face didn''t show half a different color. He obediently ran to the room, opened the medicine stove and took out the drug residue inside.
The residue was black and burnt.
"It''s a pity that if you put three drops less than orchid juice, you won''t fail." Wu Feng couldn''t help sighing at these residues.
"En?" master Huang, sitting next to him, stared at Wu Feng and said in a low voice, "what did you just say?"
Wu Feng said, "I said, if you put three drops less from the orchid juice..." just half said, he was stunned.
From orchid juice?
How could I know anything from orchid juice!
The young man in yellow robe nearby snorted, "what do you know, a factotum disciple? Do you have more attainments in alchemy than master Huang? Clean up your quickly and be careful to be driven out of the alchemy yard!"
Wu Feng was startled and quickly bowed his head to pack up.
The master Huang looked at the medicine residue and pondered. A moment later, his eyes suddenly flashed and told the young man in yellow robe, "go and prepare another material. I want to refine it again!"
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