The Alchemy Department is located in a whole courtyard with more than a dozen buildings of different sizes. Unlike the Mining Department, there is only one pitiful classroom, crowded together with several other unpopular knowledge that no one learns.

Su Dong inquired about it and found out that anyone in the Taoist Martial Arts School can learn alchemy, but if it does not belong to the alchemy department, it will cost a lot of spiritual crystals. Currently, the strongest alchemist in the alchemy department is called Gong Zibai, who is rare in the world.

A seventh-level great alchemist, if Su Dong wants to find him, he needs to pay seven white spirit crystals per hour as a reward.

Gritting his teeth, Su Dong decided to find the strongest alchemist in the alchemy department. Although it cost a lot, after all, his cultivation level could help Su Dong figure out why the black wood fern mutated and this fruit

What kind of effect does it have?

The Alchemy Department has a guidance office that collects money. Su Dong handed over seven Bailing Crystals and received a small note, which stated that Su Dong was qualified to occupy Master Gong Zibai's time for one hour.

Knocking on the door, I saw Gong Zibai wearing a blue gown, fair and plump, looking pampered, and he was kind.

He took the small note from Su Dong, looked at it, threw it aside, and then asked Su Dong to sit down across the table.

There was a subtitle on the table, but before he finished writing it, Su Dong glanced at it and said smoothly: "This character is good, but it lacks style."

Gong Zibai was startled and asked with a smile: "Style? What is that?"

Su Dong thought for a while, then picked up the pen on the table and dipped it in ink to learn the four words Ming Jing Zhishui.

In his previous life, Su Dong had learned this skill from Grandpa Lao Shi, and he was very good at handwriting. His handwriting could hardly be described in terms of style. It was simply coquettish!

Putting down the quill pen, Su Dong pointed to his handwriting and said: "This is the style. It is consistent and comprehensive, but when viewed individually, each word has its own characteristics."

Gong Zibai was stunned for a long time, with a surprised expression on his face. After all, there is no such thing as calligraphy in this other world. What everyone writes looks the same, square and featureless.

"Sure enough, it is very distinctive. But when viewed together, these characters are not abrupt at all. So the characters can still be written like this?" Gong Zibai said with some intoxication.

Su Dong said disapprovingly: "I don't understand either. I just figured it out by myself. I just think it will look better when writing like this."

Gong Zibai smiled and said, "That's quite an interesting thought. Why did you come to see me?"

Su Dong said: "I accidentally got a black wood fern fruit, and I would like to ask the master to help me take a look."

Gong Zibai was stunned and questioned: "Blackwood fern? A second-level elixir, herbal, with cold properties. You're not here to make a joke, are you? Is this thing worth asking me to identify with seven white spirit crystals?"

Su Dong calmly took out the weird fruit, put it on the table and said, "I think it's worth it if we can figure it out."

When Gong Zibai saw Su Dong's fruit, he was immediately stunned because he had never seen such a thing before.

The fruit of the black wood fern shows a rare purple color, like a date, and is obviously larger than the fruit of the ordinary black wood fern. Due to the small size of the ordinary black wood fern, the fruit is like a cherry pit.

"Is this the fruit of the black wood fern?" Gong Zibai asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, I picked it from the black wood fern with my own hands." Su Dong affirmed. As for the black wood fern that grew into a big tree, Su Dong did not say anything.

Shaking his head, Gong Zi confessed: "You really opened my eyes today. Not only did you write weird handwriting, but you also had a weird black wood fern fruit. If I guess correctly, the one you encountered

The black wood fern must have mutated, otherwise how could it produce such a strange thing."

Su Dong said: "I have had this fruit in my hands for a long time. I have never figured out what it is used for. I want to eat it, but I am reluctant to eat it. Now I am in a dilemma."

"Eat it?" Gong Zibai shook his head and said, "I don't understand its properties. Of course it's not appropriate to eat it hastily. If you don't do it right, it will cause big problems."

Gong Zibai stared at the fruit of the black wood fern in a daze, and said to himself: "The mutated elixir is hard to come by, and there may not be even one among tens of billions. You have stumped me. The fruit is only

If I dissect it and analyze it, I will destroy a precious thing in vain. If I don't dissect it and analyze it, I can't determine its efficacy."

After thinking about it, Gong Zibai said to Su Dong: "Do you think this is okay? There is a spiritual field in the college, and it is a very high-level spiritual field. I will give you a piece of the spiritual field, and you can plant it.

Let’s see what the results are. If more than one fruit is harvested after a few months, we will cut open one of them and analyze its pharmacological structure.”

Su Dong thought about it and felt that this method was not bad. This fruit was unique. It would be a pity and too risky to eat it just like this. It would not do any harm to him to buy a few more.

"But we have to agree in advance that I don't care about the planting process. I'm only responsible for the analysis. You'd better ask someone from the spiritual agriculture department to help you plant this thing. I won't be responsible for any accidents." Gong Zibai added.

Su Dong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. You can mark a spiritual field for me and I'll plant it and see what happens."

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While it was still dark, Su Dong and Gong Zibai came to the spiritual field of Taoist Academy.

The spiritual fields are built along the valley, each area is about ten acres, square and lined up in a row.

The weather in the south is hot, and spiritual grains and elixirs can be grown three seasons a year. Some spiritual fields have already been harvested, and some are still green. Compared with the north, which can only harvest once a year, the south is undoubtedly more suitable for the development of spiritual farmers.

Gong Zibai pointed to one of the newly harvested and reorganized spiritual fields and said, "Just this one. Those in front are the spiritual fields of the spiritual farming system and are not under my jurisdiction."

This piece of land is not small, with a total of fifteen acres. Su Dong said: "This piece of land is too big, we can't use this much."

Gong Zibai said: "You can use it if it's for you. There is actually a black wood fern that I don't recognize. I feel very ashamed. You can ask people from the Lingnong Society to help you grow some spiritual grain elixirs. You can harvest them all."

It’s yours, and it’s used in exchange for the spiritual crystals used by the academy, which can also be considered as a kind of compensation for you.”

After that, Gong Zibai took out another pen and paper and wrote two lines of words and handed them to Su Dong, saying: "I can't accept your spirit crystals without helping you. If you take this thing, they will give it to you."

I’ll give it back to you twice as much.”

Su Dong was startled. He didn't expect Old Man Gong to be so interested in giving him a free spiritual field and returning his spiritual crystal three times. In this way, Su Dong took a big advantage.

"Master, it's just a few spiritual crystals. Even if it's a student's filial piety to you, I really can't accept it." Su Dong said sincerely.

Gong Zibai laughed loudly. Su Dong could talk and write a good poem, which made old man Gong like it very much.

"Am I going to lack this thing? Are you kidding me? With my qualifications as a seventh-level alchemist, I can't make a fortune anywhere. The reason why I'm here is just because I received a favor from my master when I was young and promised him that he would come back.

Go to the college to pick up his class."

"So I am not here for money at all, and I have never cared about these spiritual crystals. But as a student, it is not easy to earn some spiritual crystals. There are other uses for keeping them. I am also staying at Wenwen Academy.

After many years, I understand the difficulties of being a student." Gong Zibai said kindly.

Old Man Gong refused to accept it, so Su Dong didn't show much pretense and kept his note.

"From now on, don't ask me about money anymore. If you have any questions, just come to me. No matter what, as long as I can help, I will never refuse." Gong Zibai confessed.

Not long after, Su Dong actually developed a good friendship with the number one alchemist of Dao Dao Academy. Firstly, because Su Dong had traveled through the world and could indeed talk more than the average teenager. His mouth was sweet enough and he could flatter him without leaving any trace.

, Secondly, Su Dong was sincere enough and respected the old man Gong from the beginning to the end. In the end, Su Dong changed his name to Grandpa Gong, which made the old man very happy.

After sending Gong Zizi away, Su Dong packed up the spiritual field that night. He already knew how to do the spiritual farmer's work, so there was no need to ask the spiritual farmer for help. He just spent money to exchange for some seeds of spiritual grains and elixirs.

, buy another spiritual hoe and plant the seeds.

The last time Su Dong planted the spiritual field and arranged the formation, he didn't use magic weapons. This time Su Dong arranged a four-door formation, using four pieces of rouge snow.

Logically speaking, a formation with a magic weapon is called a formation. It is open to all rivers and flourishes. It will definitely be more effective than Su Dong's spiritual field in Hanxing City. However, Su Dong doesn't know that these spiritual valleys and spiritual fields are too strong.

The elixir could not withstand it, so to be conservative, I only used the simplest four-door formation.

It was already night after all this was done. Su Dong was a little tired, so he went back to the dormitory and slept until dawn.

The feng shui of Wenwen Academy was already good, and Su Dong had the help of the great magic tool Shi Zhongyu. Su Dong became lively again overnight, feeling full of strength.

Although Huang Buren had an unkind name, he was actually a very loyal little fat man. He came to Su Dong for breakfast early in the morning. Su Dong just arrived and didn't recognize anyone, so he went with him.

"I thought you would go to the training room overnight yesterday, but you didn't go? You know, this is the best training room in the entire God's Domain. How many people have fought over it." Huang Buren said while stuffing buns into his mouth.

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Su Dong said casually: "Some things were delayed yesterday. I plan to go over and take a look today."

Huang Buren slapped the table and said, "Good brother, be loyal! I have nothing to do anyway, so I will accompany you later."

After breakfast, Huang Buren led Su Dong to continue walking deeper into the valley.

Daoxing Mountain is thousands of miles long, and Daodao Academy occupies almost the entire valley. The area can be imagined.

Along the way, Su Dong saw some listless warriors coming out of the valley with their heads down one by one. Huang Buren said: "These must be lunatics practicing martial arts. They were kicked out of the training room because they really had no money."

"Practice also costs money?" Su Dong asked curiously.

"Of course, except for the basic course and the second course, everything costs money. Even if you have a lot of Bai Lingjing in your hand, when you get to the training room, the money will go out in a hurry. It is guaranteed to make you feel painful. Zuo Fang is a

A typical example is, just to enter the training room, I have been very poor." Huang Buren said while laughing.
Chapter completed!