Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Zuo Feng stretched his neck and waited for the old man to finish speaking, but when the old man said this, he suddenly became silent. After waiting for a long time, the old man actually took out a wine bottle from his arms and took a long sip, then turned around and lay down on his bed made of straw mat.

Zuo Feng looked at the old man's back lying on the straw mat with a look of disbelief. After a while, Zuo Feng closed his sore mouth, and at the same time he was muttering secretly in his heart.

‘Those mainland anecdotes say that if you want to understand this continent, you have to go out and walk around it yourself, otherwise you will never be able to imagine it. There are so many incomprehensible people and unbelievable things on the continent. How weird this continent is. Now I finally understand why those who have traveled across the mainland say this. The person in front of me is incomprehensible enough, and indeed an incredible existence. ’

The old man named Yaoxun never let Zuo Feng understand from the beginning to the end whether he wanted to help him or harm him, whether he had some intention for him or just to take pleasure in himself.

With his eyes fixed on the old man's back, Zuo Feng wanted to see who this old man was, but other than seeing clearly that the old man had not taken a bath for more than a month, he could not gain anything else.

"Aren't you tired? You have been living in the mountains for the past month. Do you still need me to make your bed with so many weeds? Don't think that you can win my sympathy by looking at me with those pitiful eyes. "

Just when Zuo Feng was about to look away, the old man said casually behind her back. His words were filled with all kinds of sarcasm, and Zuo Feng's face turned red and white with anger. In the past, Zuo Feng thought that he was thick-skinned and sharp-tongued. The reason why Teng Feng had such hatred towards him had something to do with his lack of moral integrity.

But when facing the old man, Zuo Feng found that his words seemed to be extremely lacking, and his face was simply vulnerable compared to the other's vicious words.

Angrily glaring at the old man again, Zuo Feng gathered the weeds on the ground together, and then Zuo Feng slowly lay down. What surprised Zuo Feng was that the bed made of weeds was even more comfortable than a soft quilt. He didn't know if it was because he hadn't rested in bed for a long time, or if there was something special about the weeds.

I picked up a piece of weed. On the surface, it looked no different from the weeds I had seen before. The surface is a withered dark yellow color due to dehydration, and the appearance is extremely ordinary. After gently pinching it with his thumb and forefinger, Zuo Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he turned over and started doing Gulu, while forcefully breaking the dead grass in his hand.

Although the withered grass was dry and dehydrated, it was still extremely flexible. It took Zuo Feng two attempts to break it. There are fine hollows inside the withered grass like a honeycomb, and there are filamentous connections between each cavity. The reason why the withered grass can remain so flexible comes from the strange structure inside.

Just as Zuo Feng was burying his head in looking at the withered grass in his hand, the old man with his back turned to him as if asleep, the eyes in his eyelids moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth also curved.

Zuo Feng thoughtfully grabbed a piece of dead grass again and broke it in the same way. The structure inside was similar to the previous piece of grass. Zuo Feng held this half of the weed in front of his eyes and was about to lie down and slowly study this "weird" weed.

"You see a difference? But just seeing a difference doesn't help you to improve your level of refining medicine. Everything in this world makes sense, and everything can be your teacher. You don't necessarily need to rely on others to find solutions. Guidance, why don’t you use your brain more?”

The old man still turned his back to Zuo Feng, mumbling as if in his sleep. But at this time, Zuo Feng had already lost his sleepiness, and more than that, the old man's words were still lingering in his mind. Although he kept saying that he didn't need to rely on other people's guidance, the other party's words had already pointed out a direction for Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng grabbed a handful of weeds and walked out of the hut quickly. He glanced around and found that there was still no one on the side street. Although he felt a little strange in his heart, Zuo Feng didn't think much. He quickly took out the stove and medicinal materials from the crystal and threw them on the ground in front of him. He immediately sat down cross-legged.

Zuo Feng's series of actions were extremely fast. The old man named Yao Xun, who was closing his eyes, also raised his eyebrows slightly, and at the same time there was a hint of joy on his face.

"I originally planned to seduce this little guy slowly, but I didn't expect that this kid is so meticulous and his reaction is first-class. If I hadn't given up my plan to recruit a disciple, I would have really wanted to take this little guy in. By my side. Now that you have some clues, I can have some fun tonight."

The old man couldn't help but murmured in a low voice. At the same time, the old man's face gradually became serious. If you look at Zuo Feng's face at this time, the expressions of the two people at this time are almost the same.

At this time, Zuo Feng looked at the small medicine stove in front of him with a serious expression, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a dark red crystal in his palm flew into the flame of the medicine stove. Then he pressed his palm on the side protrusion of the stove, and spiritual power was mobilized from the Nahai, and was continuously sent towards the medicine stove.

But this time was different from his refining of medicine in the afternoon. This time he did not suppress the spiritual energy with electric arcs at all, but sent them into the furnace one by one. This spiritual power with electric arc seemed to have a strong catalytic effect, and the temperature of the furnace suddenly climbed up.

This was not the first time Zuo Feng had seen such a scene. He grabbed two herbs and threw them into the furnace without panic. Not long after the two herbs were put into the furnace, Zuo Feng gritted his teeth and threw the third herb into the furnace. Then, the hand that took the herbs gently slapped the bulge outside the furnace.

Zuo Feng almost threw three herbs in a row. The old man raised his eyebrows again. Then, when Zuo Feng pressed his hands on the furnace at the same time, the old man couldn't help but nodded slightly, and subconsciously whispered "good boy".

Zuo Feng didn't know all this. At this time, he had entered a state of selflessness, as if his thoughts were sent into the furnace along with the spiritual energy. At this time, the spiritual energy mixed with the furnace fire was wandering around in the furnace, but there was no trace of chaos.

In this special space, the spiritual energy and the flame crystals turned into a special flame. It can be said that it is a burning spiritual energy, or it can be said that it is a flame with spiritual energy. The only difference from others is that in the medicine furnace in front of Zuo Feng, there are constantly white flames like electric arcs wandering around in the furnace fire.

Zuo Feng tried his best to control these white flames and the normal red flames to interweave and use each other, which can also be regarded as two kinds of flames being used at the same time in the furnace fire. But at this time, the old man lying on his side in the weeds frowned deeply, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

"Bang"

Just a few breaths after the old man's face changed, a slight muffled sound came from the medicine furnace in front of Zuo Feng, and then a burnt smell emanated from it. Zuo Feng poured out the medicine residue in annoyance, glanced at the flame crystals in the bottom of the furnace, and found that there were more than half left, so he did not hesitate to refine it again.

"Bang... Bang..."

The continuous muffled sounds completely broke the quiet night. But Zuo Feng made all these noises here, but he didn't see anyone coming to watch the fun. Zuo Feng even felt that it seemed that there were only two people left in Luancheng, one old and one young. Zuo Feng knew that this was impossible, and this strange situation was probably related to the old man.

Just when Zuo Feng started to extract and refine the medicinal materials for the sixth time, the old man couldn't help but sit up, gritting his teeth, staring at Zuo Feng for a long time before speaking fiercely.

"You idiot, pig brain. Just now you seemed to have a great enlightenment, but you have failed so many times, and every time in the same place. Do you have too much money to burn your brain? Don't you think carefully about the mustard grass you just saw? Don't you have any ideas when you see the structures inside?"

After being scolded by the old man, Zuo Feng was not angry, but his face showed a kind of joy as if he had suddenly realized something. The old man's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. A flash of light flashed through Zuo Feng's mind in an instant, and he hurriedly thought about what that flash of light was.

Not long after, Zuo Feng slapped his leg hard and said loudly: "I am so stupid. I clearly saw it, but why didn't I think more deeply about it."

While shouting like nonsense, he directly poured out the few remaining flame crystals in the furnace, and then flicked his finger, and a new flame crystal was thrown into the fire mouth. Then he sent the spiritual power to heat the medicine furnace and put the herbs into the hot medicine furnace.

All these steps are exactly the same as before, but the old man who sat up at this time stared at Zuo Feng's every move without blinking. Zuo Feng's techniques and operations seemed very immature to him, but his temperament and character as a dedicated alchemist made the old man feel familiar, as if he saw himself many years ago when he was just learning to make medicine.

Just as the old man was lost in his memories, the herbs in the furnace began to change. Zuo Feng's previous attempts were all in vain when they reached this step. However, this time, after seeing the unstable situation in the furnace, Zuo Feng immediately dispersed the two-color flames in the furnace.

The red flames surrounded the outside, while the white flames were controlled by Zuo Feng to crisscross like filaments. At this time, the flames seemed to have entered a state of balance, and the herbs were slowly twisted and deformed at this time. Finally, the impurities were forced out by the high temperature and fell to the bottom of the furnace, while the remaining essence was suspended in the furnace.

Seeing that Zuo Feng had already done this step, the old man also said loudly with his eyes shining: "Okay, it's a bit interesting."