Yun Chao: The Demon Concubine Cried After Helping Me Practice Hundreds Of Millions Of Times

Eighteen large cooking pots made a sizzling sound.

Firewood burns under the pot.

"Come on, Lao Huang, be careful Ang. If the five pieces of firewood are burned to this level, they have to be reduced to two!"

"Old Huang, look, it's starting to smoke. Now it's time to cook it over high heat to burn away the impurities. Add fourteen sticks of firewood to me!"

"Old Huang, it's time for Core Condensation. The fire has outgrown us. Reduce the firewood to two..."

Watching the operation of adding firewood for a while and subtracting firewood for a while

Wang Mingyang had a very absurd feeling.

Why is such a sacred act like refining alchemy like a cook in the kitchen?

this…

Will this work?

"Old Huang, quickly withdraw the fire!"

As Ye Xiangyang's voice fell.

Jian Jiu, holding his breath and concentrating, quickly pulled out all the firewood from all the cauldrons!

He quickly opened the lid of the pot, and the aroma of red pepper came to his nostrils first!

Immediately, he saw eleven round pills lying quietly at the bottom of the pot.

The quantity is not as high as that prepared by Ye Xiangyang, and the medicinal properties are not as strong as those prepared by Ye Xiangyang, but the effects are still better than those recorded in the elixir recipe!

Jian Jiu opened several pot lids one after another.

There are as many as thirteen, and as few as eight!

No pot to cook in... Bah! Alchemy failed!

Jian Jiu was overjoyed, baring his yellow teeth and smiling happily: "Hahahaha! Master Huang, I'm done!"

Wang Mingyang:......

He couldn't be happy about something that should have made him happy.

Eighteen cauldrons was the limit of Prince Liang's inventory, not Jianjiu's limit.

According to the speed and control of a powerful person, he can at least operate three to four hundred cauldrons at the same time!

this…

Wang Mingyang realized something was wrong and silently retreated behind the two of them.

"Hey! The one with thick eyebrows and big eyes!"

"Don't think that I can't see you if you hide behind His Highness!"

"I have mastered cooking... Bah! The true meaning of alchemy!"

"Go! Go back to the academy to get the medicinal materials!"

"As many troops as your Highness can recruit, I will make them all warriors!"

Jian Jiu raised his arms and shouted.

"Your Highness..."

Wang Mingyang looked at Ye Xiangyang for help.

Ye Xiangyang smiled slightly: "Old Huang, don't force Mingyang, this matter cannot be rushed..."

"Yes! There's no rush!"

Seeing Ye Xiangyang speaking for him, Wang Mingyang held his chest high and was full of energy!

"At least wait until I finish improving the refining methods of the remaining five elixirs, then arrange hundreds of cauldrons for you, and let him get a few bullock carts to pull them back."

"Yes! At least wait for His Highness...huh?!!"

Wang Mingyang came to his senses mid-sentence and looked at Ye Xiangyang blankly.

Hundreds of cauldrons...

no…

Your Highness, are you a devil? !

Under his gaze,

Ye Xiangyang began to learn to refine other elixirs.

The learning methods for all elixirs are the same!

First time, failure!

The second time...Cheng Dan!

Then the system was simplified to a cauldron refining method!

It is worth noting that

In this process, Ye Xiangyang's artistic conception of elixir exuded more and more intensely!

finally.

The artistic conception is even more complete, and it directly evolves into the realm of alchemy!

The artistic conception is Grandmaster, and the domain is holy!

In other words, as long as Ye Xiangyang slowly accumulates the corresponding internal strength, he can enter Taoism through alchemy and become a saint!

There will be no bottlenecks along the way!

Jian Jiu was almost crazy with envy!

He has been practicing swordsmanship for most of his life, and now his internal strength has transformed into the Taoist realm. Just because he is stuck at the bottleneck of the tenth level of Sword Intent, he cannot truly enter the Taoist realm!

Where is Ye Xiangyang?

A novice in Post Natal Realm who has no knowledge of swordsmanship, practiced casually for a day in the martial arts field, and directly condensed into the sword realm!

Then I cupped some cabbage and realized the artistic conception of yin and yang again!

Now I have randomly practiced elixirs a few times, and a pair of them have condensed into the artistic conception of elixir and the realm of elixir! ! !

Which door did the God of Creation close for him? !

Wang Mingyang was stunned and staggered towards the academy...

The emergence of the assembly line cauldron alchemy method has doomed him... Sir, I am doomed this time!

…

Time passes slowly, and the undercurrent of Daewoo surges!

All the spies lurking in Kyoto have started taking action.

A scene of imminent rain.

Outside the north gate of the city.

A recruiting point.

The crowd was bustling.

A long line of strong men formed a queue!

While waiting for the draft to pass, they chatted happily.

"The throne of Dayu belongs to His Highness Prince Liang. Look at this treatment... twenty taels of silver per month, and he is also provided with white rice every day!"

"Yes! Having the opportunity to serve as a soldier under His Royal Highness Prince Liang, our ancestral graves are really burning with smoke... No! The ancestral graves are really on fire!"

"I wonder if my brother has received the letter... He is serving as a soldier under the feudal king, and his monthly salary is only 300 Wen!"

"Be content! My cousin is a soldier in Qingzhou. They don't have any pay. They practice the integration of soldiers and farmers. They farm at home in their spare time, and they have to prepare their own armor and weapons during war!"

Sixteen days ago, Prince Liang's Mansion issued an announcement.

Recruit soldiers and form an army!

The conditions given are extremely generous!

The enthusiasm for joining the army is the highest ever in Daewoo!

Such a scene did not only happen in the Imperial City.

There are also major cities and towns near the imperial city...

…

Prince Liang's Mansion.

"Your Highness, we can't recruit any more, we have no money left in the house!"

"If you can't make enough money, the bombing of the camp will be a small matter, but the impact on His Highness's prestige will be big!"

Lao Huang warned Ye Xiangyang with sincerity.

Ye Xiangyang's face was as cold as ice.

He doesn't want to take such a big step, but some people have already ridden on his head to shit...